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The PDFs were affected immediately, after all, this was the aura of a Primarch, and they were affected to some extent, but they still firmly pointed their weapons at Leon.
The will of ordinary people should not be underestimated, nor should their fighting spirit in order to protect their homeland be underestimated; they are just as determined.
Just like the PDFs, the Space Marines also kept their weapons raised, their eyes fixed intently on the figure opposite them who had revealed his face.
"I am Leon Johnson, the commander of the First Legion of the Empire, and the eldest son of the Emperor!"
"I'm back--"
"Your vigilance and reaction speed are worthy of the world you are protecting."
For the first time ever, Leon didn't hold back his praise and appreciation.
The fact that the mortal forces of the human empire could put up such a firm resistance and react so quickly is undoubtedly commendable.
Kain didn't notice the warning from the Interior Ministry official. How could Leon not notice? He was just deliberately making this trip to see how quickly the army reacted.
To be honest, he was quite satisfied that he was surrounded by this army so quickly.
He was even more pleased that the soldiers still pointed their weapons at him resolutely after his face was revealed and the Primarch's aura was displayed.
What a fine soldier! Such a brave soldier deserves this prosperous world.
This prosperous world is worthy of his journey across several star sectors to protect this empire.
Chapter 140 confirms Leon's identity.
Although the Lion King revealed his identity, the local Narrus Planetary Defense Force and Space Marines still did not lay down their weapons.
Their weapons remained firmly pointed at the Lion King, unaffected by his words.
Who knows if that statement is true or false, or if the other party is deliberately trying to fool them?
They are the protectors of this planet, and we must not trust anyone so easily.
The PDFs resolutely continued to point their weapons at the Lion King, while the Space Marines remembered an order they had received earlier.
An order from the Grand Marshal.
Attention everyone, locate the Primarch of the First Legion, Lion King Leon Johnson—
All Space Marine units knew this command, and they kept it in mind as they prepared to search for the Primarch.
The fact that someone claiming to be the Primarch has suddenly appeared naturally gives them a very strange feeling.
However, since they've come to us, there's no reason not to verify it.
The 48 Space Marines exchanged glances, and then the sergeant in charge of leading the Space Marine squad stepped forward.
"Why should we believe what you say? What evidence do you have to prove it?"
“You must give us a piece of your body tissue. We need to verify your genes and confirm your identity,” the sergeant said.
They must ascertain Leon's identity; otherwise, what if he turns out to be an enemy?
They cannot bear such a heavy responsibility.
Besides, it's just a Primarch, it can't affect anything.
They wouldn't have searched for Leon if the Grand Marshal hadn't ordered them to find him and send him back to Terra to work for Guilliman.
The Empire is currently only managed by Guilliman, which is extremely difficult.
So Zhou Qing is trying to bring Leon back to work for Guilliman.
Before Leon could say anything, Cain, who was next to him, couldn't help but speak up.
To demand that the original organism's genetic tissue undergo gene lineage verification is nothing short of blasphemy!
"Which mother group do you belong to? Which Primarch's offspring are you? How dare you utter such blasphemous words!"
In his anger, Cain did not forget to ask the Space Marines on the other side which mother company they came from and which Primarch they were descendants of.
Mother Corporation, Primarch, Offspring—this is the communication between the Astartes. For these ordinary Space Marines, they have no idea what the other side is babbling about.
The Narrus Space Marine Chapter does not have a parent chapter.
They are a Space Marine chapter formed on this planet, responsible for guarding it.
The Primarchs they knew were Leon the Lion, whom the Grand Marshal had sent to find, and Guilliman, the Imperial Regent, who was working on Terra.
They know nothing about other Primarchs, so how should they answer the question about Primarchs?
That's an easy answer, but their entire chapter has 1 Space Marines from 1 different families.
How can this be answered in a unified way? This is not the question.
Therefore, under such questioning, the sergeant had no choice but to repeat his request.
"We're sorry, we can't answer your question, and we don't understand what you mean by it."
We have only one request: that you hand over some of your body tissue for genetic testing. Otherwise, we cannot verify the truth of your claims.
The sergeant, still with a serious expression, demanded that the sergeant hand over his body tissues for genetic lineage identification.
However, since the other party could indeed be the Lion King, he still offered an explanation.
"Now that the great enemy of Chaos has invaded Narrus, the planetary governor must not make any mistakes, as this would throw the Empire's command into chaos."
“We cannot take any risks. We cannot accept the destruction of our homeland by the Chaos’ enemy. If the Chaos’ enemy conquers Narrus, we would rather destroy this planet completely. If it does not belong to humanity, then it must never belong to Chaos!”
The sergeant said so.
His inner resolve and unwavering will were evident to everyone else; these were remarkably firm words.
This planet absolutely cannot afford any accidents.
Leon could see that if the Chaos Enemy conquered this place, then what the Space Marine officer opposite him had said would definitely come true, and they would destroy this planet.
Leon raised his hand, stopping Cain from exploding.
His all-seeing eyes were fixed on the sergeant and all the Narrus Guards behind him, still gripping their weapons and showing no sign of retreat.
Far from being offended, he saw in that stubborn, even “blasphemous” demand a quality he had not seen in the Imperial Army for a long time.
Absolute loyalty and a sense of responsibility, regardless of the cost.
Their loyalty is not to some lofty individual title, but to "humanity" itself and the world beneath their feet.
This pure and extreme will to protect reminded him of... himself, and his descendants who had sworn to protect Caliban.
Leon eventually grew old; after ten thousand years, he had grown old, but this aging also made him more mature.
It is no longer the mighty lion it once was.
He is no longer the stubborn, headstrong lion king he once was; he has now become someone who listens to others' opinions and respects others.
In particular, they will respect these soldiers who spare no effort to defend their homeland and imperial territory.
"Calm down, Cain." Leon's deep and authoritative voice instantly calmed Captain Angel, who took a half-step back, but his wary gaze remained fixed on the Space Marine opposite him.
The Lion King turned his gaze back to the sergeant. "Your vigilance and persistence are commendable. In dark times, suspicion is the cornerstone of survival."
He spoke slowly, then extended his ungloved, battle-worn but still strong right hand.
"Take the samples you need. Verify them using your most rigorous methods. But be quick, chaos won't give us much time."
His cooperation surprised the sergeant and the surrounding soldiers.
They had anticipated resistance, anticipated battle, and even anticipated the enemy revealing their chaotic nature in a fit of rage, but they had not expected such open cooperation.
The sergeant paused for a moment, then nodded to a technical sergeant beside him who was holding sophisticated instruments. The technical sergeant strode forward, his movements swift and professional.
He then used a sterile sampler to gently prick Leon's finger; the needle pierced the Lion King's skin with almost no resistance, collecting a few drops of blood.
The technical sergeant then retreated and immediately began operating a portable gene sequencer connected to a data panel on-site.
The whole process was very efficient, taking less than ten seconds in total.
Chapter 141 Please leave with us immediately, it's dangerous here.
All eyes were focused on the small data panel. The air on the street seemed to freeze, with only the faint hum of the instruments remaining.
The PDF soldiers' guns were still pointed forward, but the pressure on their fingers had unconsciously loosened considerably.
The Space Marines stood like statues, their helmets fixed on the progress bars on the data panel screens.
Time passed second by second. A gentle breeze blew across the upper reaches of the city, stirring up a wisp of dust.
Beep!Beep!Beep!
A sharp and loud beeping sound burst out simultaneously from the analyzer and the data panel!
The screen was instantly flooded with countless data streams and comparison information, finally settling on a huge, rotating Imperial Eagle emblem, and a line of incredibly eye-catching, constantly flashing golden Gothic text:
[Gene sequence alignment confirms: 100% match]
[Identity Confirmed: Leon El-Jonson - Primarch - Lord of the First Legion]
[The Grand Marshal's supreme order is that if the Lion King is found, he should be sent to the capital planet and then directly back to Terra to work alongside Guilliman.]
[Lion King Ryan's presence has been confirmed. The news has been relayed to the Imperial Guard, who are currently dispatching troops to take him away.]
The Space Marines of the Narrus Chapter must ensure the safety of King Lion Llane.
A series of messages suddenly appeared, and even Ryan himself saw the message.
The Lion King hadn't yet grasped the meaning of the phrase "helping Guilliman work."
However, the Lion King clearly understood that the news had already been reported to the Imperial Guards and that they were mobilizing troops.
The Lion King's magnificent body and large, majestic head were filled with question marks; he was somewhat confused.
Leon Aljonson, the Primarch of the First Legion, experienced the destruction of Caliban, the bloodshed of the Horus Rebellion, faced the most terrifying Chaos enemy in the universe, and even fought against countless nightmares during his long slumber.
But at this moment, as he looked at the crystal-clear gold lettering on the data panel, especially the lines "[Helping Guilliman work]" and "[The Imperial Guard is dispatching troops to take the Lion King away]", a rare... freeze appeared on his perpetually icy face.
It was an extremely complex expression, a mixture of disbelief, deep doubt, and a hint of astonishment that he himself was unaware of, subtly touched by the absurd instruction.
It's like a lion about to pounce on its prey, suddenly being notified to attend a tea party in the back garden, and the theme of the tea party is "how to weave flower baskets better".
On his enormous, imposing head, countless visible, heavy golden question marks seemed to instantly appear.
Help...Guilliman...get a job?