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

Chapter 32: This one shot shot down a star.

Boom!

With a loud bang, a dark figure fell from the sky like a meteor, kicking up several meters of sand and dust.

The Death Guards who had just gathered here immediately surrounded them, but as the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, what appeared in the crater was their Primarch Father.

Mortarion was seen carrying the Silent Scythe in one hand and a Terminator warrior in the other. Apart from his power boots sparking from the impact, the Primarch appeared to be unharmed after falling from a hundred meters.

But he knew in his heart what a humiliating defeat he had just suffered.

However, Mortarion forcibly suppressed his anger, not wanting his offspring to witness their father and legion commander's loss of composure.

"Help him take off his power armor for treatment, then change my breathing mask... What are you all doing?"

However, when Mortarian looked around, his expression immediately froze.

He imagined that when he returned in defeat, his descendants might feel lost, uneasy, or so embarrassed that they wouldn't want to meet his gaze.

But what Mortarian sees now is—

cheer?!

excited?!

joy?!

For a fleeting moment, Mortarian thought his offspring were mocking him, or had betrayed him to the opposing side, but he managed to resist the urge to wield the Silent Scythe.

"We won! We won!!"

"It's Lord Mortarion's victory!"

"As expected of our Father of Genetics, he has retrieved the divine machine!"

......

Upon hearing these words, Mortarian immediately realized that he had missed something important.

Following the expectant gazes of his Astartes warriors, Mortarion looked at the Emperor-class Titan Judgment Day—the cursed machine that he loathed and hated, now corrupted by sorcery.

He immediately realized that the posture of the Judgment Day was very different from when he boarded it, and that the maneuver that had left him in such a sorry state was probably just a side effect.

The Titan's torso can be seen leaning slightly backward, its left arm, equipped with the Hellstorm Cannon, bracing itself on the ground like a third leg, while its other left arm, equipped with the Plasma Annihilation Cannon, is raised high towards the sky, the barrel glowing with a dangerous blue-white light due to the reactor's charging.

As for the direction the cannons were pointing, it was only a few Vulture Stormbird transport planes that had just launched from the Great Tyrant.

This old-fashioned aircraft was far inferior to the later-produced Thunderhawk in both speed and maneuverability. Its only advantage was that it could carry more than 100 Astartes at a time.

Clearly, sending out these old relics was to expedite the transfer of loyalist warriors from Demon's Cry Fortress to the Great Tyrant. However, once the Emperor-class Titans were reclaimed by Mortarion and he regained air superiority, they would simply be easy targets...

At least that's what the rebel Death Guards on the ground think.

But is this really the case?

Mortalian had experienced it firsthand; this Titan no longer obeyed the Warmaster's orders. Judging from the fact that she even took the initiative to save Loken, she was definitely not targeting the loyalist transport plane.

As expected, the cheers gradually subsided, because they realized that when the Stormbird transport formation swept past the Judgment Day at a relatively slow speed, the God Machine still showed no intention of pulling the trigger, and the plasma annihilation cannon, which should have been fully charged long ago, continued to build up its power.

Mortarian stared at the unusually bright plasma accumulator, then his gaze extended to the empty sky. He couldn't fathom what the other was aiming at...

Wait a minute, the sky isn't empty.

Mortarian's pupils contracted sharply as he immediately focused his mind and used his Primarch's superhuman vision to peer into the distance, while his brain worked at lightning speed to calculate the parameters.

If she really was aiming... but that's impossible, it's twice the theoretical range, and you have to consider energy decay, absolutely impossible—

But haven't we seen enough impossibilities today?

"Everyone down! Down now! Prepare for impact!"

Just as Motari was anxiously issuing orders to his offspring.

The plasma annihilation cannon has been fired.

For the other rebels in Astartes, their immediate sensation was that a nuclear explosion had occurred less than a hundred meters overhead, with scorching and violent blasts spreading outwards from the Judgment Day. Only Mortarion, relying on his Primarch's formidable physique, was able to stand.

Mortarian raised his head and stared directly into the blinding light that could blind even an ordinary Astartes.

It was a beam of light that shot straight into the sky and pierced the heavens, completely different in power and scale from the one launched to stop Sun Qian from landing.

The beam of light lasted only five seconds, but for the rebel Death Guards who were bearing the brunt of its recoil, it felt like five years.

As the plasma destroyer released its last bit of energy, the Emperor-class Titan's feet and left arm were already half-buried in the ground, and the steam used for cooling and heat dissipation completely enveloped the surrounding area within a radius of 100 meters.

"Ahem, Lord Mortarian, what on earth happened?"

Fortunately, thanks to Mortarian's orders, not many Astartes rebels were killed or wounded in the attack. However, Mortarian ignored their words and simply looked up at the sky, muttering to himself.

"This is outrageous... Even if it's just a Cobra-class destroyer, how could this be..."

The steam dissipated quickly, and the rebel Astartes, following the gaze of the Father of Genesis, witnessed a sight they would never forget.

Beyond the ionized trail left by the plasma annihilation cannon, a bright meteor slowly streaked down from the sky.

For the bewildered Astartes, seeing this scene would only evoke one thought.

This shot shattered a star.

-

"Congratulations, Judgment Day. You will become the first Titan to shoot down an interstellar warship, a feat that will be recorded in the history of the Empire, the Mechanicus, and even humanity. This will be an eternal glory that no other Titan has ever achieved."

Even though it's just the smallest and most defensively vulnerable Cobra-class destroyer in the Imperial fleet, it's still a genuine spaceship with subspace travel capabilities, unlike landing ships.

Logically, only ground-based light spear arrays installed in certain special fortresses could threaten starships in orbit, but Sun Qian and the Judgment Day defied this common sense.

The percentage-based enhancement effect is still too authoritative.

"Gah."

However, Sun Qian was met with a strange noise.

"Gugu ga ga, guga, guga ga."

Seeing Captain Tunet suddenly convulsing and screaming, Sun Qian felt a pang of worry. Could it be that the machine had broken down due to the reaction force?

"Coo coo, hahaha, hahahahahahahaha!!!! That's awesome, Sun Qian! I love you to death! I've never felt so good! I want to go again, not enough, not nearly enough... Hahahaha, ahahaha, ah shrew shrew shrew!!!"

Well, it seems this machine spirit was so excited that it almost forgot human language.

Wasn't the last cry a bit too strange?

In summary, although being confessed to by a war machine over 100 meters tall in the body of a half-dead old man didn't move him at all, he had successfully won over this Emperor-class Titan in the end.

Sun Qian saw from the monitor that the Death Guard rebels around him began to retreat. Clearly, the Emperor-level Titan's extraordinary and decisive attack had completely shattered their morale.

"Since you're so happy, could you help me take care of these problems while you're at it?"

"Hahaha, no problem, I can easily handle these ants... Hmm? Uh... Give me a few minutes... Never mind, these guys stink, I don't want to get my feet dirty, you can go by yourself."

Even though Judgment Day was still being defiant, Sun Qian could tell from the constantly flashing warning signs on the control panel screen that many systems of this Emperor-class Titan were temporarily unusable due to overheating.

It seems that even for Titans, the temporary boost from still has side effects.

Although he felt a little regretful, Sun Qian could only watch helplessly as Mortarian and his offspring left.

At this moment, Sun Qian remembered that there was another passenger in the front passenger seat.

Gavial Locken stared at the monitor, clearly still reeling from the shock.

"I'm sorry, Company Commander Loken, although this clearly violates the Nikaya laws, it's a last resort—"

When Sun Qian helped him unlock his seatbelt, Loken excitedly grabbed his arm.

"As expected! You also possess this miraculous power! The power to inspire loyal soldiers in place of the emperor!"

This surprised Sun Qian.

Also? Similarly?

"If it were you, you might be able to rescue Liu Bei and the loyal World Devourer..."

"No, brothers of the War Dog Legion!"