Just before this internal "family drama at 8:30" of the Dark Angels unfolded, Celestine, dressed in a swimsuit, followed Li Feng's private instructions, picked up his bathrobe, put it on, and then flashed into the Warp.
Celestine once again flashed out of the Warp, her silver-white wings gently trembling in the light, as if the surrounding air softened with her appearance.
At this moment, her figure was like a saint descending to the mortal world, possessing both solemnity and mystery. However, in her hand was a strangely shaped scepter, with the Imperial Aquila at its top, and pure gold coiled dragons on its shaft, as if it contained immeasurable power.
Lion ElJonson narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the winged woman in front of him, a hint of inquiry and doubt in his gaze. He pondered for a moment, then said with a slightly probing tone:
"Are you Sanguinius' child? I didn't expect him to actually leave behind a bloodline... And you've grown so big. I can now be considered an uncle."
Celestine was first stunned by the remark, then shrugged helplessly, a wry smile appearing on her face. She gently flapped the wings on her back. She inwardly grumbled:
"Your family, the first thing you always ask when you see me is whether I am Sanguinius' child."
At this point, Li Feng took the scepter from Celestine's hand and explained to Lion ElJonson: "No, she is Celestine, a Living Saint certified by the Ecclesiarchy. You can imagine her as... a Great Daemon under your old man."
At this moment, Lion ElJonson looked puzzled... The Ecclesiarchy? Wasn't that something Lorgar started back then?
Li Feng held the scepter, a symbol of authority, firmly, his eyes fixed on Lion ElJonson standing in the center of the courtyard. His voice boomed like thunder, carrying an unquestionable majesty:
"Primarch of the First Legion, Lion ElJonson, hear this decree!"
These words were like a meteorite crashing into a calm lake, instantly stirring up countless ripples. The atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly tightened, and everyone present held their breath.
Living Saint Celestine, Inquisitor Greifax, and Battle Sisters Fides, standing on either side of Li Feng in their bathrobes, immediately performed the Imperial Aquila Salute across their chests.
Russ, shirtless, Chagatai, in floral shorts, and the Space Marine of the Dark Angels, upon hearing this, almost without hesitation, all knelt on one knee. A solemn atmosphere enveloped the entire courtyard, as if everything at this moment heralded the writing of some great history.
Meanwhile, Yvraine, Lelith, and Eliette, the three Eldar ladies on the other side, watched the strange "ritual" being performed by the people there.
Lelith watched the situation there and whispered to Yvraine, grumbling: "Is it really okay for them to be doing such a ritualistic thing while wearing swimsuits?"
Yvraine also wanted to complain about this, but she just rested her head on her hand helplessly, only hoping that her future husband, Guilliman, would be a normal person.
And Eliette explained at this time: "Don't worry, it looks like this now. Later, when the artists paint it, it will definitely look completely different."
Li Feng walked with steady steps towards Lion ElJonson. Even with Lion ElJonson kneeling on one knee, his tall stature still kept him almost eye-level with Li Feng.
Li Feng gently rested the scepter on Lion ElJonson's broad shoulder, his voice solemn, low, yet powerful and resonant:
"Lion ElJonson, I now bestow upon you the office of Warmaster of the Imperium of Man, to oversee all military affairs within and outside the Imperium. This is not only an honor but also a heavy responsibility. Now, I ask you: are you able to bear this responsibility?"
Lion ElJonson was momentarily stunned. He was not easily swayed, but at this moment, a hint of shock and disbelief arose within him.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze meeting Li Feng's. A slight look of surprise was on his face, but a light gradually ignited in his deep eyes.
"Warmaster?" Lion ElJonson's voice was low and slightly hesitant, as if he was still confirming whether he had misheard. His heart was almost pounding out of his chest, so excited he could barely contain himself: "I am finally Warmaster! This is the honor I have dreamed of!"
However, despite his inner jubilation, Lion ElJonson deeply understood the significant meaning of this position. He forced himself to calm down, took a deep breath, and suppressed the ecstasy within him.
With a slight frown, he asked with a hint of doubt in his tone: "Why me? Russ and Chagatai... aren't they more suitable?"
As soon as Lion ElJonson finished speaking, Russ and Chagatai in the courtyard almost instinctively exchanged glances, then simultaneously shook their heads vigorously, their heads bobbing like a rattle-drum.
Chagatai's experience of high-intensity work on Terra even made him take a small step back, his face full of refusal, fearing that this position would fall to him.
Chagatai shook his head and grinned: "Big brother, you know, I... I prefer freedom."
Russ was even more unreserved in his attitude, spreading his hands and saying innocently: "Big brother, this position is uniquely yours. Me? You know me, asking me to manage the Imperial Army's affairs? It would be quicker to just declare the Imperium's dissolution."
Lion ElJonson frowned slightly, still with some hesitation: "But..."
Li Feng interrupted him, his tone serious and unquestionable:
"Lion ElJonson, it's not 'but,' it's 'must.' The Imperium needs someone who can shoulder responsibility, and only you can fulfill this role. Your wisdom, your decisiveness, your loyalty—all of this proves that you are the most suitable candidate."
Lion ElJonson was silent for a moment, looking down at the ground, as if making a final struggle. His heart was already filled with pride and a sense of responsibility, but as the Primarch of the First Legion, he deeply understood the weight of this position.
He took a deep breath, finally raised his head, looked directly at Li Feng, a firm flame burning in his eyes, and asked the last question:
"Is this your decision... or Father's decision?"
Li Feng thought for a moment: "Emmmm... it's a joint decision by us."
That's right, Old Man Huang had no objections to this matter, and Sanguinius and Li Feng, as a couple, also thought Lion ElJonson would be a better Warmaster. Isn't that a joint decision?
"Good, I accept." Lion ElJonson slowly spoke, his tone firm, "I am willing to bear this responsibility, to fight for the Imperium of Man, and for our common future."
Li Feng nodded in satisfaction, moved the scepter from Lion ElJonson's shoulder, raised it overhead, and solemnly declared: "From today, Lion ElJonson is the Warmaster of the Imperium of Man, commanding all Imperial armies!"
Li Feng handed the scepter, symbolizing the Warmaster's glory, into Lion ElJonson's hand. In the courtyard, the kneeling Space Marine shouted in unison:
"Long live the empire! Long live the Warmaster!"
Russ and Chagatai exchanged glances, both showing expressions of relief, as if a huge burden had been lifted. Russ clapped Lion ElJonson on the shoulder and laughed: "Brother, it seems you can't shake off this burden. We all believe in you."
Chagatai, in a relaxed manner, teased: "Don't mess it up, or we'll have to listen to complaints on Terra every day."
At this moment, Magnus also came out in his wheelchair, and Lion ElJonson immediately saw the red-skinned, one-eyed Ogryn over there... "Magnus!" Lion ElJonson directly raised his scepter and charged towards Magnus, who immediately, with Primarch-level reaction and speed... clipped the bookmark into the book page on his lap, smoothed out the cover, and placed it behind him... "You can hit me! Don't hit the book!!!!"
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