Chapter 51: I Have Arrived, Traitors (Part 5 of 5)

Chapter 51: I Have Arrived, Traitors

The arrival of Guilliman’s fleet caused an immense sensation.

Despite attempts by the great houses to suppress the news, it leaked out. Workers within the hive city, the lower classes, gangs, even the homeless—everyone was talking about it.

The great son of the Emperor, the sacred Primarch, the war god under the Emperor’s banner from ancient myth.

Those old tales were embellished and retold with fervor.

People seemed to be transported back to the grand era of the Great Crusade.

They could feel the Emperor’s glory walking among the world once more.

Some merchants captured photographs and sent them to various hive cities; the magnificent fleet inspired everyone.

This was the most direct display of the Primarch’s power. This grand fleet, without firing a single shot, could collapse the enemies of an entire star system.

Some merchant ships, with permission, eagerly joined Guilliman’s fleet. Even traveling alongside it for a short distance was a supreme honor, worthy of being recorded in their family histories for future generations.

Devout pilgrims came from all corners of the star system, cheering Guilliman’s name.

Unfortunately, all their requests to board the Macragge’s Glory were denied.

The Primarch politely stated that he would descend to the surface to comfort those loyal servants of the Empire.

This news excited the populace, who eagerly awaited the Primarch’s arrival in the hive city.

The Grous family, along with their collaborators, actively prepared.

They wanted to prove their loyalty and how beloved they were by the people.

They believed the Primarch’s reforms were unnecessary; maintaining the existing system was enough to ensure the Empire’s continuation and the Emperor’s greatness.

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Sector Two Residential Area.

“Get out. Before the Primarch leaves, you all must stay away from this area.”

Law enforcement officers kicked open Hawk’s door, throwing him out of his shabby room and ordering him to find shelter in Sector Three or Four until the Primarch had departed.

“This is my home,” Hawk said, filled with incomparable anger.

“Stay far away. Don’t let your lowliness tarnish the Primarch’s radiance. Otherwise, I will arrest you in the Emperor’s name,” the officer said harshly, showing no willingness to compromise.

It seemed that as long as one invoked the Emperor’s name, it was justice—a necessary sacrifice for the greater good.

One by one, the officers kicked open residents’ doors, forcing them to move away.

The Grous family had arranged a welcoming crowd for the Primarch—wealthy, clean, and well-mannered.

Through this ceremony, the Grous family would prove how prosperous and peaceful life was under their rule.

“You will be cursed. The holy Emperor would never issue such an order. To behold the Primarch is every citizen’s right; it reflects the Emperor’s glory. You cannot do this,” an old blind woman shouted as she was dragged out.

No one wished to miss the chance to see the embodiment of the Emperor’s will. It might be the only memorable moment in their short, dull lives.

“We refuse to leave. We have the right to stay here.”

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From the crowd, Ban limped forward, leaning on his cane; he had already sold his mechanical prosthetics.

If not for the news of Guilliman’s arrival uplifting his spirits, he might have chosen to end his life after running out of money.

Guilliman’s arrival brought a glimmer of light into his dark life.

To see the Emperor’s will incarnate would be the greatest comfort to this veteran.

Ban’s appearance inspired others.

If even a disabled man dared to resist, why should they choose cowardice?

They protested together, resolutely refusing to leave.

The officers remained as ruthless as ever, drawing laser pistols.

They were inexperienced against heretics and aliens, but dealing with loyal Imperial citizens was their specialty.

“This is the Grous family’s order. You may refuse, but I will take necessary measures. Leave immediately, and you may return after the Primarch departs. Otherwise...”

The officer raised his laser pistol, his cruel, threatening gaze causing people to recoil.

He scanned the crowd and targeted Ban, a vagrant, preparing to make an example of him.

“You shouldn’t be the first to stand up, fool,” the officer said.

“Let the Grous family die. I fought for the Holy Emperor, but they are just parasites leeching off the Empire,” Ban shouted, his neck flushed red. “You took my pension, my home, but you won’t take away my chance to see the Primarch.”

“Then die, fool.”

The officer fired at Ban’s leg.

The laser beam flashed through the air, piercing Ban’s remaining good foot, eliciting a harrowing scream as he collapsed to the ground.

The smell of burning flesh spread, causing many to shrink back in fear.

“Who’s next?” the officer shouted.

His gaze swept over the crowd; no one dared meet his eyes.

“Damn it! What have you done? He fought to protect you!” Hawk pushed through the crowd, rushing to Ban’s side, holding the veteran tightly, trying to ease his pain.

“Then take him away. Let him be loyal to the Grous family one last time,” the officer sneered, ignoring Hawk’s words.

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Hive City Square.

Amidst thunder and lightning, the noble elite shivered in the raging wind, awaiting the Primarch’s arrival.

Celebratory fireworks struggled to rise in the pouring rain, their brilliant beams shining, turning the dark, oppressive night into a dazzling spectacle.

The planetary governor stood at the forefront of the crowd, trembling like the other nobles in the cold wind, but a smile played on his face, as if envisioning some good fortune.

From reports by his trusted aides, he knew everything was ready.

He would showcase the Grous family’s achievements, hoping to persuade the Primarch to rescind the reform orders.

The elegant and noble Imperial aristocrats were the best servants to aid the Emperor and the Primarch in ruling the Empire.

The ignorant, lowly commoners only needed to complete their duties.

There was absolutely no need for any reform.

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