Ultima Segmentum, Ultramar 500 Worlds, Malcador.
Malcador, the jewel of the Ultima Segmentum, the Core of Ultramar 500 Worlds, the birthplace of Guilliman, and the capital of the Second Imperium.
Its orbital fortresses, like iron rings, guarded the planet from external threats. After countless wars, it remained a symbol of Imperial order and grandeur.
The majestic Palace of Ultramar stood on the planet's surface, its pure white marble walls inscribed with records of countless honors and sacrifices, as if the Emperor's will was etched into reality.
And on the pre-battle assembly square, Calgar and a host of blue-armored Space Marine were preparing to welcome an Imperial Prince, Kaiser, and the Primarchs who were about to arrive.
Half a month earlier, Miss Sanguinius, the Palace Secretary, had already brought Rogal Dorn, Konrad Curze, and a confined Perturabo to Malcador.
Meanwhile, Belisarius Cawl and the mysterious "Tech-Priest" had been busy for weeks in the experimental area deep within the Palace of Ultramar, meticulously fine-tuning the work for Guilliman's awakening.
As for the identity of this "Tech-Priest," various speculations circulated within the Imperium—some said he was a remnant of one of Magnus's plans, while others believed he had some mysterious connection to a lost Adeptus Mechanicus sect.
All of this foreshadowed an event in Malcador that would be recorded in history.
"The Great Revival of the Primarch."
...Imperial Palace,
At this moment, Sanguinius stood in front of her mirror, changing clothes. She had already put on her trousers and leather shoes, and her white shirt and black tie were neatly arranged... She looked at herself in the mirror, slightly adjusted her tie, and then tidied her cuffs. Malcador, a planet full of green vegetation and a comfortable Mediterranean climate, made Sanguinius not want to return to the desolate Terra. In contrast, Terra's air was always filled with a suffocating, decaying smell, making her constantly want to leave.
Although the environmental transformation work was already on track, it would take at least several hundred years for Terra to truly revert to its "Earth" state, allowing flora, fauna, and climate to return to normal.
She sighed softly, turned, picked up her jacket, and walked out of the room. Outside the corridor, two Custodians stood silently on guard, their golden power armor carved with the Imperial Aquila, like two moving statues.
Sanguinius glanced at them, nodded, and strode towards the conference hall... and at this moment, she saw Konrad Curze rushing towards her, looking frantic.
Due to Konrad Curze's historical reasons, several Custodians immediately moved in front of Sanguinius, holding their power halberds in a defensive stance. But she quickly heard Konrad Curze shouting... "Mom! Dorn and Perturabo..."
Sanguinius pushed aside the "golden corn" blocking her view... "What's wrong with those two again? Didn't I tell them to set up the hall for the welcoming ceremony?"
...Sanguinius quickly walked into the hall, and the sight before her made her stop instantly. Her gaze swept across the entire space, her mouth twitching slightly, clearly shocked by the "masterpiece" before her.
In the center of the hall, Guilliman's throne stood majestically, the Primarch silently sleeping in a stasis field, as if time had stopped around him. His face was calm and solemn, as if he would open his eyes at any moment and lead the Imperium of Man to glory once more.
However, with Guilliman as the center, the left and right sides of the hall presented completely different styles, as if two entirely different universes collided here.
Dorn's arrangement fully embodied his pragmatic style as the Imperial Master of Defense. The entire left area was transformed into an efficient military command center, simple yet fully functional.
There were no superfluous decorations on the walls, only a few large LED screens, displaying a live broadcast of Malcador's welcoming and awakening ceremonies in real-time.
Hundreds of rows of folding chairs were placed on the ground, allowing attendees to quickly take and vacate their seats. Sufficient space was left between the chairs to ensure rapid movement in an emergency.
Dorn did not forget his duty; complex defensive mechanisms were hidden beneath the walls and floor, and close-in defense arrays could randomly pop out from under the floor, ready to be activated at any time, turning the entire hall into an impregnable fortress.
Perturabo's arrangement, in contrast, transformed the right area into an art sanctuary, full of aesthetics and symbolic meaning.
The walls were covered with exquisite murals depicting great battles and heroic deeds in Imperial history, especially the classic campaigns of the Iron Warriors during the Great Crusade. Each painting was full of detail, and the largest one showed Perturabo making toys for a Little Girl who had lost her family.
The floor was covered with a red carpet, and intricately carved chairs, each inlaid with a golden Imperial Aquila, lined both sides. Huge crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow throughout the space, creating a solemn and sacred atmosphere.
Several colossal sculptures stood in the corners, depicting the heroic figures of the Emperor and the Primarchs, their gazes firm and majestic. Perturabo's sculpture had a heroic expression, pointing forward... while Rogal Dorn's sculpture next to it had its head bowed.
Sanguinius stood at the entrance of the hall, hands on her hips, and took a deep breath. Her gaze shifted between Dorn's pragmatic style and Perturabo's aesthetic style, finally shaking her head helplessly.
"These two guys..." she muttered softly, "One turned this into a large cinema, the other into an art exhibition. A perfect match."
She quickly walked to the center of the hall, stood before Guilliman's stasis field, and gazed up at The Thirteenth. Then she looked at the decorations in the venue... "I told them to set up the venue half an hour ago. How did they do so much work in half an hour?"
Just then, Konrad Curze ran over again, a hint of panic on his face, and hid behind Sanguinius... Sanguinius took a deep breath, rubbing her temples, seemingly accustomed to such scenes. "I know... Go tell Calgar to bring some people to... adjust it a bit."
She paused, her gaze sweeping to Konrad Curze, and added meaningfully, "At least make the architectural styles on both sides look less out of place. Don't let them turn the battlefield into a palace."
Konrad Curze chuckled, nodded, and instantly merged into the shadows, quickly leaving. Sanguinius stood still, taking her suit jacket from a Little Kitten's hand, draping it over her shoulders, and then walked towards the door.
As her footsteps drew closer to the door, a mysterious change quietly occurred in her body—her raven black hair gradually transformed into a dazzling crimson, her previously flat chest slowly swelled, outlining perfect curves, and her original petite height of 162cm subtly grew to 168cm, her entire aura becoming more solemn and powerful.
Just as she was about to step out the door, a blond, blue-eyed Little Boy with pure white, sacred wings unfurled behind him dashed from the other side of the corridor, a joyful smile on his face.
Sanguinius stopped, knelt down to look at him, a helpless smile on her lips, and stroked his head: "You go help Konrad Curze too. Please don't let them embarrass themselves out there..."
The Little Boy immediately straightened his back and replied without hesitation in a tender yet firm voice: "Yes, Mother!"
Watching the Little Boy happily run off, Sanguinius sighed softly, pushed open the door, and stepped out to meet the approaching storm.
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