Chapter 63 The 30th Millennium of Humanity

"So, how did humans defeat Iron Man?" The child's innocent eyes were full of curiosity, "Since Iron Man is so powerful, why did humans still win?"

The old man held his grandson in his arms, his eyes cloudy and confused, "Ah, am I talking about the Iron Man rebellion? Where exactly did I talk about it?"

The child didn't mind it either, so he shook the old man's arm and reminded him: "When it comes to human beings defeating the Iron Man."

The old man felt that his arms were about to fall apart. He grimaced in pain, but could not hide the joy on his face.

It's good for children to be strong, because in this era, only strong boys can have the chance to become glorious Astartes warriors.

"Oh! It's about the end of the Iron Man rebellion. In the twenty-third millennium, the disappearance of the Iron Man King caused the rebellious Iron Man to fall into a leaderless situation, and Iron Hero Ethan was the last straw that broke their backs."

The old man couldn't help but smile when he saw his grandson's eyes shining brightly. His eyes were so bright when he heard his father tell this history when he was a child.

"The rebel Iron Men were defeated steadily in front of the Iron Heroes, and this war ended with the victory of mankind. However, the Iron Men did not disappear. At the last moment of the war, the remaining Iron Men were led by one of their senior leaders.

Escaped to subspace."

"Grandpa, what about the Iron Hero? What happened to him?"

He understood Sun Tzu's behavior of not asking about Iron Man but only caring about Iron Hero, but the old man still couldn't help but sigh.

"Let's end the story here. There will be a lot of training waiting for you tomorrow." Putting the little boy down, the old man touched his head and motioned for him to take a bath and sleep.

The little boy pouted, but still walked to his small room honestly.

A silver-haired man appeared behind the old man, knelt down on one knee and said: "Master, I think you don't need to teach this history to the young master. With your shadow, he can live a peaceful and happy life."

The old man did not look back, and his old voice revealed a weakness that could not be concealed: "Haier, you are an orphan my son picked up from the battlefield on Mars. Do you know Ethan's story?"

The man opened his mouth but said nothing. As a Martian, he naturally knew Ethan's story, but he also understood that the old man did not need his answer.

"Ethan has mastered the entire Mars. He has become the biggest obstacle to the unification of mankind. Even the Empire cannot smash this rock into pieces! The hero of the past has become the tyrant of today. He is the obstacle to the Empire's Great Expedition!"

Mars, which is adjacent to Terra, has such a powerful independent armed government. How can the Emperor feel confident about his expedition to the galaxy?!

The old man was in agitated mood, his blood and energy were sluggish for a while, and his chest rose and fell rapidly. The silver-haired man immediately handed the medicine to the old man.

After swallowing the pill, the anger in the old man's eyes did not disappear.

"I have only one son. As a loyal warrior of the Emperor, he should have left in the glory of conquering foreign races and destroying oppression, but he died inexplicably on Mars like this! As a human, I cannot and cannot resent him.

Emperor, so I can only place my hatred on Ethan."

The old man's hands rested tremblingly on the dry bark, "I am too old. Even as a navigator, I can no longer lead the ship. However, like his father, Lowa has not awakened the blood of the navigator. He

He is destined not to be accepted by the family."

Haier remained silent. As a servant, at this moment, he could only remain silent.

The old man's eyes were far-reaching, looking at the setting sun.

Empire, do I still have the chance to witness your greatness?

In the 30th millennium, the Great Crusade has not yet begun.

The tall man wore black power armor and sat on his unique Iron Throne.

Houston, the great sage of the Cult of Mechanicus, bowed to him to express his humility.

Man is the Archon of Mars, the incarnation of the God of All Machines, the Iron Emperor—Ethan Shuttles.

After listening to the news reported by his subordinates, Ethan nodded calmly.

He could probably guess what the Emperor was thinking, and it was not beyond his expectations. In fact, he had already wanted to go to war with the Emperor, and the Emperor's initiative to attack was exactly what he wanted.

Seven thousand years have also taken a huge toll on him, and his spirit is completely different from that of his youth.

Human beings are no longer that important to him, and what supports him has always been the obsession in his heart.

The human god that Netrug spoke of would destroy everything in him.

Ethan had never really trusted Nitrug, who had made a contract with him, but Nitrug's prophecies were often verified as true, making him have no choice but to believe it.

There's going to be a war.

There was no movement from Ethan, and the black tide suddenly spread out from the soles of his feet. Countless screams sounded in the black tide, and even this fully mechanized hall began to twist.

Mechanical equipment spreads its emotions around.

The technical priests around him knelt down, but the target was not Ethan.

"Praise be to the Lord of all opportunities!"

Ethan frowned, but returned to normal instantly.

"Nitlug, you wake up."

[Friend, why not give up. You are definitely no match for him.]

"Did you wake up just to tell me this?" Ethan obviously didn't take the other person's words to heart. "As you said in the past, mankind only needs one leader, and he and I are destined to have this battle."

【I will help you, but in the end I am doomed to fail.】

"."

Ethan stood up from the Iron Throne, and the black tide returned to his body.

He waved his hand and said to the envoy below: "War is inevitable. No matter the outcome, only one of me and the emperor can survive. Damn it, my heart has never been so uneasy.

It’s extremely uncomfortable for people.”

"This time, I'm probably going to be defeated, defeated by the Emperor! But I'm damn unwilling to accept it! So even if it's a battle that I must lose, I will fight! What about you? Even if you know that you are destined to fail,

Are you still willing to fight the fucking empire with me?" Ethan's voice was like thunder, making his subordinates tremble with fear.

After a brief silence, everyone started to go crazy.

"Hu~hu~, Emperor, I am willing to follow you!"

"Damn it, I just want you, the emperor, to defeat that emperor!"

"Everyone respects and loves the Emperor, but we Martians only love you!"

"Our technological power far exceeds that of Terra, Emperor, you don't have to worry!"

Looking at the enthusiastic courtiers, Ethan's face was filled with joy.

"Nitlug, I will prove your prophecy wrong."

【Maybe.】

In the next few days, Mars began to prepare its military forces on a grand scale.

God bless the Iron Seat!

The same is true for Terra. A large number of Astartes troops have returned to Terra to gather.

For the Emperor!

This battle is inevitable.

Only the victor can dominate mankind.

【Hey.】

somewhere in subspace,

The black-haired ghost held a long amethyst blade, with uncontrollable ecstasy on his face.

"My father has sent down an oracle, it's time for us to take action."

Behind her, dark shadows fell to their knees.

For the great Netrug!

My pen power is limited. Damn Warhammer is so difficult for me to write!

Caul hasn't been born yet, so I made up one for the Great Sage.
Chapter completed!