This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 48 The sky is falling

"Wan Sheng."

Sparks flew from the overlapping weapons.

"Wan Sheng!"

Everyone responded with thunderous voices, their piercing eyes piercing with the power to almost force back the swords and blades that were confronting each other.

Arthur loosened his wrist and retracted the blade.

He knew that was enough.

The black knight threw off his cloak and once again hid his majesty and splendor behind a veil of silence.

Everyone put away their weapons and stared at the sacred light left by the Emperor, filled with determination to win.

"One day of preparation."

Romulus glanced at Arthur from the corner of his eye and sighed softly.

From now on, whenever there are any activities related to morale, just let your brothers go.

"Inquisitor Aglaia can adjust the personnel he needs, and our ships will need time to receive them."

"understand!"

Aglaia held his head high and chest out, like a soldier being inspected.

"grown ups!"

Coming to Arthur, she respectfully handed over a Type I badge.

"Thank you for your generosity and kindness. This is the mark that anchors my soul and can lock it at any time."

This was the emblem she obtained when she worked as a recorder in the Origin Library before becoming an Inquisitor.

The Roman letter I represents that she is the first of that batch of agents.

If the normal process is followed, this coin will fall into the hands of his next apprentice.

But now, Aglaia instinctively felt that she should hand over such an ornament.

"If I ever fall into depravity in the future, you can take my life at any time."

Aglaia said this succinctly, as if taking up even a little more of the knight's time would be a blasphemy.

Arthur's previous actions gave her a chance to survive.

You have to know that a psychic who is prone to losing control of her emotions is very dangerous, especially when she is an Inquisitor. A typical example is her own teacher. Look at how big a mess he has caused.

Of course, under normal circumstances, ordinary people would not be able to execute an Inquisitor, but the problem is that the people around are not ordinary people either.

The Mechanicus Sage only cares about the degree of threat. The Black Templars and the Inquisition are already at odds, and they extremely hate psykers other than the Navigators. They are eager to find an opportunity to kill her, the witch.

In the eyes of everyone, Arthur's action was a guarantee for her, and she could not damage the reputation of the ancient warrior.

"can."

Arthur reached out and took the emblem.

Golden light flashed.

"here we go again."

Ramses muttered and silently controlled the safe house to cover Aglaia's subspace projection.

"Thank you, sir!"

Aglaia stepped back excitedly, and suddenly felt that he had gained an unprecedented peace.

"Sigh~"

Karna suddenly felt that the grapes in his mouth were no longer sweet.

A little sour.

How come Arthur is so lucky?

Not only does it have a set of exclusive weapons, but now there are also exclusive accessories. Don’t these “locals” know what the Ⅰ stands for? It’s obvious that the Emperor is stuffing some smuggled goods in. He is the only Dark Angel on this ship.

As for them, if it weren't for Arthur, the three of them wouldn't even be able to get the Cadian guns.

The emperor is partial!
Arthur is such a cool and arrogant guy, he has a lot to say, why can't the other three speak like him?

And why does the Emperor like this tune? He’s tens of thousands of years old and still hasn’t recovered from his second-year syndrome, right?

"My Lord, I hope to lead the Inquisitorial Guard to your ship afterwards."

Aglaia solemnly asked Romulus, "Of course."

"The cruiser has docked and is located between the Nicol and the Ark. I will also exchange the alien trophies you obtained for consumables."

Kaur added as he watched Aglaya retreat.

"grateful."

Romulus nodded in greeting and then prepared to lead his team away.

Bang!

Just as the team began to move, the warrior who had been hit in the face by the poison crystal tried to move his feet, but failed to take a successful step. Instead, after staggering a few steps, he knelt on the ground with his knees supported.

Just like that in public.

"Senior citizens!"

The three sharks cried out in surprise and rushed forward in a hurry.

They hurriedly supported the elder, feeling as if the sky was falling at that moment.

"."

Tiberus stopped silently, carrying the still drooling Archon.

For a moment, Romulus felt that he was looking at the three sharks as if he were looking at dead people.

"No life-threatening injuries."

Romulus spoke, with a calm demeanor that rivaled the aura he commanded.

He didn't take it seriously because the data monitoring the status of the Imperial Fists on his side did not issue a warning.

'It seems that we need to add a module to display abnormal status in the future.'

So he thought.

".I see."

Tiberus nodded.

The suffocating pressure immediately dissipated.

pat-

The Son of Dorne took off his helmet, revealing a slightly old face to everyone.

The sturdy crew cut and eyebrows were already completely white.

On the face that looked like a stone carving, the penetrating wound remaining at the lower end of the cheek looked extremely hideous.

The detached perspective afforded by the machine allowed Kaul to focus on the corrosion marks on the cheek fragment.

"Do you have adequate medical care?"

Kaur became interested.

Romulus hesitated for a moment.

He's weighing the pros and cons.

The body they created was that of the Imperial Fist, there was no doubt about that, even the degree of aging of the body's cells could be edited by themselves.

But accepting the inspection meant that the soldier's body structure was completely exposed to Kohl's sight.

You should know that when Romulus used the template, although he did not choose the Primaris Space Marines that Archmagos Cawl would deploy to the Empire in the future due to concerns about the times, he still used the perfect gene seed considering the combat effectiveness.

In this era, after experiencing the rapid conscription period of the Siege of Terra, the annihilation of the Beast Wars, and the second reconstruction with the help of the personnel of the Paragon Fists Chapter, the Imperial Fists have lost the suspended animation meninges and salivary glands in the Nineteenth Operation of the Space Marines.

Moreover, including the various sub-groups of the Imperial Fists, some of their organs have undergone a certain degree of mutation over time, and more or less they will have genetic diseases that prevent their organs from functioning properly.

Therefore, apart from the inventory of the great sage in front of us and the collection of some unnamed thieves, a complete Imperial Fists warrior only existed during the Great Crusade.

Is the exposure of this characteristic a good thing?
Of course it is.

Just the intact genes from the 30k era are enough to prove the authenticity of their identities.

"We don't have a pharmacist, so recycling is usually handled by Arthur."

Romulus spoke.

Because they were all meat men, they would be replaced if they broke down. Romulus had no intention of maintaining them at all. He planned to set up this position to mass-produce troops after he conquered a warband's home planet.

And now, this is an accident, which would be a very good reason.

(End of this chapter)