Chapter 339 It came first
The believers of the Black Templar (Note 1) and the leader of their expeditionary force, Lord Kaleb (Note 2), were planning to pass through as quietly as possible After gathering at the bustling market in Phnom Penh and the towering dome of the Court of the Dead filled with the commemorative faces of every dead Rogue Trader, we headed to the central fortress of Wandering Port to meet with the mechanical priest maintenance masters here at the agreed time.
Members of the Adeptus Astartes, as ancient and powerful as the Black Templars, do not need to bargain with untrustworthy merchants to buy supplies in private. They usually get everything they want through official channels - each Maintenance of ships and equipment, food, fresh water, fuel, ammunition, promethium and servants.
Since the Black Templars' large and small fleets scattered across the galaxy on their crusade kept hearing back that they heard the same broadcast call, it changed people's minds about whether it was a prank or something The Chaos enemy was trying to disrupt the Empire's perception of psychological warfare, because they were surprised to find that its entire content still had an astonishingly consistent and stable amount of data after being transmitted through space and time on a galactic scale, making the transmission technology of this broadcast Non-main content has become the focus of Mars and Terra -
At the same time, Terra and the main navigator families on Mars have strong hostility and natural hatred towards this broadcast and its sender. Hatred, they are frantically pursuing the initiator or technology holder of this broadcast with the same enthusiasm as the followers of the Cult of All Machines pursue the STC template. Obviously, they must either kill this person after mastering it, or kill him directly. people.
But when the assassins of the Navigator family and the fleet of the Mars Investigation Envoy set off almost at the same time, the opening of the Cicatrix Maledictum, the Great Rift, changed everything.
Lord Caleb's strike cruiser Nemesis was caught in a sudden subspace turbulence when the curse opened (the Noctis Aeterna), and then waited for their next When they were able to break into the physical universe, this Black Templar expedition team found that they had been instantly brought to the outskirts of the Calixis sector in the Obscurity Star Territory by a subspace storm.
After drifting in the physical universe for a period of time and cautiously contacting the nearby Imperial garrison and other battle groups to obtain some information, they decided to follow the fate given by the God Emperor and go to the nearest roaming port for supplies. And repair their engines and shield generators that were damaged in the warp storm in the dock, and then consider continuing their never-ending expedition outside the Great Mouth or finding a larger Black Templar fleet to join together, depending on the situation. A larger expedition.
Although there are many people here, it is obvious that a group of space warriors want to pass through the crowd in a low-key manner. Even the boldest brokers and businessmen will never dare to take the initiative. The crowd in awe automatically parted a path for the Emperor's Angel of Death, just as the sea naturally parted in front of them. In the distance, there were some ragged ascetics or pilgrims kneeling before them, mumbling incense and praying. The oath parchments fixed with wax marks on the edge of their power armor fluttered with the pace of their actions.
Although before entering here, the Imperial Navy officers on the command deck who actually manage this place in theory told these noble Templar warriors in black armor in accordance with the regulations that roaming in the port is theoretically prohibited. There was a casual exchange of gunfire and "cleansing" actions, while Lord Kaleb held down the angry Brother Geratas priest at the communications array, then told the officers in a rather sensible tone that they "got it."
Therefore, in the current team that is advancing majestically, the conversation on the team channel in the helmet does not stop for a moment.
"In the name of the God-Emperor! The heretics and alien evil in this place must be purified! What are we waiting for?! Caleb! Every inch of land and every cubic meter of air here is filled with heretics. The dirty aura of the wizard who must be destroyed!"
"Geratos, we are in a free port that is subject to multi-party supervision. The actual operating regulations of the war group have also reminded us not to see it. Every Imperial Freeport has been reduced to ashes, at least until our supplies are completed. Once we have completed our repairs and supplies, we will depart to pursue our expedition."
"My Priest's Staff is thirsty. ! Let the blood of wizards and aliens glorify and delight the God-Emperor!"
"Be careful what you say, Geratos," said the Bunker Master undoubtedly. The pastor was calmer and more judgmental, "Our cruiser still needs repairs from the shipyard here. If you really can't stand it, I can replace you with someone else when I visit next time."
"Astonishing, Caleb, and unnecessary kindness next time! This is why you have been in the position of Lord of the Castle and can no longer advance to Marshal! Even though your combat ability and experience are already sufficient!"
< br>The rest of the believers still maintained unanimous silence during the march.
“I would call it a wise use of the power the God-Emperor has given us, to better fight heavier enemies in order to better serve and please Him, Geratos.”
The pastor's tone suddenly became sharper, and he seemed more irritable.
"There's someone staring defiantly at us in this dirty place, Caleb. A very...very...intrusive sight."
The castle master frowned in his helmet, "I felt it. A rare pressure. My power armor told me that the heart's blood flow pump speed increased by 30%. What is that?"
< br>They turned their heads to trace the source of their sight in the crowd.
Priest Geratos roared with great rage.
An inhuman face stared at the group of them with wide eyes.
A Kroot mercenary. A filthy alien dares to gaze upon the incarnations of the God-Emperor's pure wrath with its unholy eyes!
He drew his clerical staff.
It was the provocation first.
Those who are unclean will not survive.
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Magna Dorn walked to the door of the store to get a better look at the people walking across the street in the distance.
His eyes passed over these majestic and deep black-based power armors, which were decorated with a large number of red wax and parchment rolls. On the white shoulder armor background was a special cross-shaped coat of arms, which represented The honors of each expedition, the proud records of the "Great Purge", and other similar battle events were pressed on the surface of their power armor together with the purity mark. The contents recorded on them made Magna who saw them clearly unconsciously There was a hint of discomfort on his face.
Just for a moment he thought about the familiar yet strange feeling these people gave him.
Suddenly, an extremely loud and huge war cry sounded in front of him through the speaker on the priest's neck:
"No mercy! No regrets! Nothing. Fear! Tremble and destroy under the wrath of the God-Emperor! ”
The power of the priest's scepter with its disintegrating stance roared towards his skull.
Subconsciously.
Magna Dorn did what a well-behaved student with overwhelming fighting skills and strength but no actual combat experience would do.
He was in full view, under the watchful eyes of countless Emperor's followers or an army of Black Templars.
He caught it with his bare hands as easily as if he were eating and drinking, and then took away the scepter of Pastor Geratos.
The praises that were about to shout out from the mouths of the fanatical believers dissipated like sand blown by the wind. Almost all the humans present were watching with concentration what this alien did to the most powerful angel of death in the human race. Fighting back with ease, the noisy street market is now audible.
"It seems that some battles to purify the aliens must be carried out, because we must safeguard the glory of the God Emperor! For Dorne! For revenge!"
The words of Lord Kaleb are It was like some kind of switch had been pressed.
Unaware that she was still wearing the alien mantle, Magna Dorn found herself surrounded.
He blinked, glanced at the priest's staff in his hand, and then handed it back to the other party upside down with gestures.
Priest Geratos' angry and loud gasping made the crowd around him start to retreat in horror.
"Insult!!!!!!!!Fight!!!!!"
(End of Chapter)