The restoration of the Han Dynasty began with the Horus Rebellion.

Chapter 88 Congratulations to Liu Bei on becoming emperor!

Chapter 89 Congratulations to Liu Bei on becoming emperor!

The Steelblood, as the flagship of General Peturabo, commander of the Fourth Army, was built and designed with the Primarch's personal involvement. In addition to being equipped with exceptionally powerful firepower and mechanical equipment, the special feature of this Glory Queen-class battleship is that the entire ship has no portholes.

There wasn't even a bridge.

This was Peturabo's request. He argued that visual contact was too prone to errors and interference in warfare, and that harpoon scanning and tactical projection displays would suffice for command.

Now, Peturabo stood in the center of the bridge, which was almost completely dark rather than dim. But even so, he was not blind. On the contrary, he could see the entire situation of the battlefield very clearly.

"The Samothrace...is Guilliman's new flagship? It's a pity the Glory of Macragge isn't here."

The Steel Warrior Primarch, clad in massive, meticulously modified power armor, stood in the center of the bridge. Although he seemed to be talking to himself, the faint hum of electricity emanating from the countless cables connected to his head and the flashing data in his pupils proved that he was perfectly in control of the entire fleet.

"The Ultramarines' fleet is almost all here. It seems he knew I was coming beforehand. But why aren't Ryan Johnson and Sangilius here... Hmph, it must be some pointless political reason again. Guilliman's biggest problem is that he can't concentrate on the war in front of him. Considering too many irrelevant factors is his fatal weakness."

Peturabo coldly commented on his brother, just as hurried footsteps sounded on the bridge.

"Commander, why didn't you respond to the Radiant's communication requests?"

The mortal who ran to Peturabo's side seemed so insignificant compared to this demigod, but this mortal did not seem to have the same reverence for Astartes or even the Primarch as ordinary people, and even spoke with a tone of reproach and complaint.

"I understand the power of you and your legion, but as your ally, I want to remind you of that."

"Just say what's on your mind, just like your blunt cursing at me on the shuttle, Merrickson."

Peturabo's voice was clearly mocking, and the man he called Merekson was breathing noticeably faster due to nervousness.

"You...you were listening in on me? I'm a baron, after all..."

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"For me, this doesn't even qualify as eavesdropping; it's just some background noise I occasionally hear while I'm monitoring the battlefield situation—but you should definitely be worried about this. The fact that the enemy was able to grasp our movements so quickly is somewhat beyond my expectations."

Upon hearing Peturabo's meaningful, cold, and low words, Merekson's voice trembled slightly with instinctive fear.

"You...you doubt me?"

"No, it was just a friendly reminder, as allies who are equally loyal to Terra and serve the Emperor."

Although many people think that Peturabo is not good at politics and negotiation, the opposite is actually true. His upbringing in Olympia exposed him to many politicians, nobles, and wealthy merchants from childhood to adulthood.

Therefore, he knew better than anyone how to intimidate them and force them to quickly submit in fear, providing Peturab with the resources they needed.

Merekson seemed to realize that this Primarch was completely different from the five hundred World Lords he had often dealt with before, and that his usual negotiation skills were meaningless to this cold and ruthless demigod.

It should be said that Robert Guilliman, who could negotiate tactfully in a way that was common among ordinary people, was the outlier.

"I...apologize for my rudeness, great imperial offspring."

Merrickson humbled himself; for him, arrogance and dignity were temporarily irrelevant.

"I just want to remind you that our real enemy isn't those extreme warriors, but rather what we need to find as soon as possible."

"They found dangerous weapons in Dagunnet, right? Don't worry, I've already found the target."

Peturabo interrupted Merekson, then slowly raised his hand.

"More specifically, the other party actively sent a signal... which just so happens to be close enough to transmit images in real time."

hum.

They didn't know what Peturabo had manipulated, but a screen of light suddenly appeared in front of them.

Merekson's first sight was of the vast array of Astartes, and he gasped as the camera panned to the high platform.

He saw the throne, an Astartes with pale, weak skin, and—

thump!!!

Merrickson collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide with terror, his breathing unusually rapid. Had he not undergone some degree of physical modification, he might have been in danger of sudden death.

But Peturabo completely ignored him, simply watching the content on the screen with great interest.

"In His name, in the name of the divine bloodline, prove your right to shepherd the stars."

As the living saint spoke solemnly and sacredly, the man named Liu Bei walked to the golden throne. His expression was extremely conflicted, but in the end, he turned around and slowly sat down.

Swish! !

A sharp spike, made of some mysterious material, suddenly extended from the armrests on either side of the golden throne. Even Astartes's strong physique could not prevent Liu Bei's palms from being pierced, and the tip of the spike was stained with bright red blood.

Even so, Liu Bei seemed not at all surprised, and his expression revealed a resolute determination.

Buzzing...

The machinery behind the golden throne began to roar loudly.

Perturabo had also seen Terra's golden throne, and he was quite certain that it was something completely different from this one.

But he also knew that this throne did indeed have the power to determine supreme authority.

Finally, after a few seconds, the machinery behind the throne emitted a dazzling golden light, making Liu Bei, who was sitting on the throne, seem to be shining with a divine radiance.

Upon seeing this, Qi Le, who had been expressionless, finally showed a slight smile, but it was as if she had expected this outcome and was not worried at all.

Then she held up the book in her hand.

"In the name of the Emperor, you will bear the hopes of humanity and officially become the Emperor of the Second Empire."

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"Heretics! Blasphemers! Traitors!!"

Finally, Merekson on the ground let out a sharp cry, completely disregarding his image as he clung to Peturabo's leg armor.

"You heard that too! What an evil betrayal! Immediately order them shot down! With extermination weapons! Even detonate the stars in this galaxy..."

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Peturabo didn't look at him again, but instead continued to issue commands to the fleet via the cables connecting his brain.

"Cease attack, retreat to your current position, and request communication with the other side."

Peturabo's gaze was fixed on the book held aloft by the living saint, and it was immediately clear that it was not some kind of sacred text.

On the open page, besides the dense text, there was a bright red mark at the end.

That was blood.

The bloodstains, which had been placed in a static force field for many years, were still fresh.

Even though it was just through the images, Peturabo, as a descendant, could still feel the familiar spiritual energy contained within them.

"I want to personally address the so-called Second Emperor—"

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"Greetings to the new head of the Yutalos merchant ronin family."