[The third month, as time goes by. ]
[The conflict between the Minotaurs and the Imperial Fists is becoming more and more obvious and intense. Although the two sides have not yet torn their faces apart and caused casualties, it is still common for them to start fighting.]
[Of course, you and Captain Galadon of the Imperial Fists have a tacit understanding about this, just treat it as an ancient ritual like the Feast of Blades between the Minotaur and the Imperial Fists.]
[At the same time, the steel fortress Phalanx located in Terra's low-Earth orbit has quietly entered a state of combat readiness under the cover of the conflicts you have occasionally provoked.]
[Ever since the shield captain of the Imperial Guard, Valerian, left the hive with your secret meeting request, he and the Sisters of Silence have been busy investigating the many scattered bases of the cultists, trying to find the sole leader who commanded countless cultists.]
[As for the secret meeting with the commander of the Imperial Guards, Trajan Valoris, that you have been waiting for, there has been no news for a long time. ]
[You personally have not felt any change in your emotions. As long as the fleet of the Minotaur and the Phalanx are still in your hands, it doesn't matter whether the Imperial Guards' Ten Thousands of Men take action or not, or whether they stand on the same side or not.]
[But afterwards, I'm afraid the Imperial Guards will also be on your blacklist as the Primarch.]
[It has become another Imperial faction that needs to be drastically rectified, and the last one to be blacklisted was the Dark Angels.]
[Soon after, you gradually started to arrange some things.]
[While the Minotaur Legion continued to raid and destroy more cultist strongholds, you also completely intercepted the Ministry of the Interior's control over many material transportation channels through some unspeakable means.]
[Afterwards, you selected many strong and extremely devout loyal people from among the countless Hive City civilians.]
[You used the large amount of weapons and supplies you swindled from the Ministry of the Interior to organize these people into a group of Hive Star Army loyal to the Emperor.]
[You secretly dispatched these loyal warriors who had only undergone simple training but would not hesitate to sacrifice their lives for their mission targets to many places in Holy Terra.]
[You have other important plans for them. ]
[In the fourth month, the weather in Holy Terra seems to have entered the rainy season.]
[The dirty acid rain and the gray fog covering most of the palace area lingered for a long time.]
[At this moment, you, wearing the ancient Terminator power armor, are led by the shield captain Valerian, walking towards the top of the palace wall along some hidden roads that only the Imperial Guards can pass.]
[You, wearing a gray cloak over your ceramic steel shell, have just returned secretly from the chaotic battlefield in the southern hemisphere. ]
[The combined combat teams of the Imperial Fists and the Custodes, with the help of the Imperial Guard and some Astra Militarum, have gradually transformed their battles with the cultists from small-scale clashes at strongholds to direct clashes on the battlefield.]
[This is also due to your series of root-digging actions, which have made the cult faction "Dream Master", which has completely lost its popular support, also successfully lose the attention of the rebellious high lords. ]
[When the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked. ]
[This evil cult faction that has been wreaking havoc on Holy Terra for a long time has lost its only purpose and is about to become an excuse and stepping stone for conservative forces to suppress reformist forces.]
[Da Da Da——]
[Accompanied by the subtle sound of magnetic boots stepping on the huge stone platform, you successfully climbed onto the wall of the palace driving the ancient Terminator power armor.]
[The dirty acid rain that blew in the wind kept falling on your gray cloak and slowly fell along your metal helmet.]
[At this moment, the shield captain Valerian, who was leading the way for you just now, completely disappeared from your eyepiece, as if he had successfully merged with the gray mist that had not yet dissipated.]
[Crack!]
[You calmly picked up the Minotaur shield and black spear from the back of your power backpack, and your two ceramic steel palms tightly grasped the weapons and equipment you carried with you.]
[You think it is impossible for the guards guarding the palace to deliberately surround and kill an Astartes Chapter Master, but this does not mean that they really dare not do so. ]
["The pride of our Custodians will not allow us to do anything bad to you, Minotaurs Chapter Master."]
[At this moment, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly penetrated the gray fog and entered your ears.]
[You slowly turned your helmet's sight, and a tall figure wearing a golden power armored castle lord's helmet walked towards you with heavy but silent steps.]
[The man's neatly trimmed hair and beard were both snow-white, and his dignified-looking bronze face was covered with very serious old scars.]
[At this moment, whether it is the other party's speaking attitude or the terrifying aura of having experienced many battles, they are constantly telling you his true identity. ]
[The seventeenth commander of the Custodians, one of the Supreme Lords of Holy Terra, Trajan Valoris.]
["It seems that over the years, the Imperial Guards have not learned anything else, but they have learned the tricks of bluffing very well."]
[You slowly lowered the sharp tip of the black spear, but you did not immediately put away the weapon in your palm.]
["It's the same for you…Captain Moloch, I heard that you would rather take the huge risk of being surrounded by the Imperial Guards and want to meet me alone?"]
[Trajan, wearing the golden power armor and the castle lord's helmet, slowly stopped. He stood ten meters away from you and asked you.]
["Trajan, you are the commander of the Imperial Guards and the Supreme Lord, and you control the complex intelligence network that the Imperial Guards have been operating for countless years. Don't tell me that you, the Imperial Guards, are unaware of the undercurrents on Holy Terra!"]
[Hearing the other party's question, you couldn't help but snort from inside your helmet and said to the other party. ]
["What good does it do if you know? What good does it do if you don't know? After all, this is the inherent duty of the Imperial Guards, and over there is the world that belongs to those mortals…"]
[With a calm expression, Trajan first raised his hand and pointed to the interior of the palace shrouded in gray mist, and then he pointed to the outer perimeter of the palace wall.]
["This is ridiculous! You, the Imperial Guards, think you represent the Emperor's will, yet you completely disdain the things that He values most. How dare you do that?" You shook your metal helmet slightly and said to the other party in a sarcastic tone. ]
["Astarte, be aware of your identity. This is not something you should question! So don't play with fire in front of the Imperial Guards!" At this moment, Trajan, with an expressionless face, suddenly raised a palm covered with a golden shell. He quickly placed it on the side of the heavy belt, and his fingertips rubbed a special metal ornament that looked like a shackle.]
["Identity? You're actually talking to me about identity? Well, what if I tell you now that this sturdy body of an Astartes is just something I borrowed from Chapter Master Moloch?" You hesitated for a moment, but still sneered at the other person. ]
["Shell? Wait! If you are not Moloch, then what on earth are you!" At this moment, the indifferent expression on Trajan's face suddenly became solemn.]
[His other hand moved slightly, and a Custodian power weapon called the Watcher's Axe was pulled out from behind the Castle Lord's Helmet! ]
[Obviously, your words made Trajan misunderstand something. He obviously regarded you as a monster that can possess Astarte! ]
[However, just as the atmosphere between the two of you gradually became tense, as if a fierce conflict would break out in the next second. ]
[The acid rain that had been dripping from the sky suddenly stopped falling, leaving only a faint trace of water on the ground.]
[Then, a bright golden ray of sunlight suddenly pierced through the thick clouds that had not yet dissipated, and hit your tall metal body with incredible precision! ]
["Simply speaking from the perspective of seniority, I and the current Regent of the Human Empire, the returned Primarch Robert Guilliman, are brothers as close as brothers…"]
["If you ask me who I am, I can tell you clearly that I am the descendant of the Emperor, the one who descended from the void, and the 22nd Primarch of mankind!"]