Warhammer 40: The Wandering Merchant

The Black Templars, who were watching from the outside, immediately went on alert when they saw that it was this group of green cans.

In an instant, the atmosphere between the two sides became extremely tense, with the sounds of guns being cocked rising and falling in rapid succession. In a very short time, these sounds were so dense that they resembled firecrackers during the New Year.

Moncal Jaz looked at the group of mindless black cans opposite him, and then at the two people in the arena exchanging punches. His tense heart relaxed a lot.

But then, somewhat angrily, he shouted, "Carlson! I will report this act of killing our own allies to the court! I will take it to Terra, to the palace, to the Regent, to the central government!"

The group of Black Templars: "?"

Shouldn't they be the ones saying that?

Tie Hui punched Carlson in the face, which was already damaged and exposed most of his face, making the helmet shatter even more and revealing even more of his face.

Carlson took the opportunity to deliver a frontal kick to Tie Hui's chest and abdomen.

After being separated by each other's attacks, the two finally drifted apart, each landing to one side and watching the other warily.

Carlsen glanced at Monkar Jaz, who was yelling outside.

He took off his damaged helmet and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

At this moment, his face was truly as red as a soy sauce stall.

Some of the Astartes in the Black Sanctuary who were nearby really wanted to laugh at this scene, but they didn't dare, and they were having a hard time holding it in!

Tie Hui looked at Carlson, who had stopped assuming an offensive stance, and also heard Monkar Jaz's shout.

He relaxed and sat down on the ground, but the movement aggravated his wounds, making him wince in pain.

Carlson had punched him no less than 20 times, and his mithril armor was deformed from the blows, covered in fist marks.

Monkar Gaz's personal guards pushed aside the black shrine blocking his way, allowing him to enter the arena without any obstruction.

Seeing the two disheveled figures, Moncal Gaz breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Tie Hui was not seriously injured.

But then he flew into a rage because he had finally reached various cooperation agreements with Tie Hui, which were almost ruined by this group of brainless brutes.

Their own faction had been missing for nearly 1 years, during which time all the connections and relationships they had built up had long since disappeared.

Even if he goes to Terra and then announces his comeback, he will need to rebuild his network of contacts and relationships.

Those connections and networks will have to be rebuilt, and even if the parent organization can help, it won't be much.

Tie Hui was the first person they managed to sign a follow-up cooperation agreement with, and the group's logistics and transportation support would depend on him from now on.

Moreover, Moncal Gaz was certain that this guy definitely had the Emperor's shadow behind him, even if he wasn't a living saint.

It's estimated that it will have a significant role in the empire in the future, so investing in it in advance is always a good idea.

As for how he figured it out?

Who doesn't know that the Dark Angels like to use psionicists?

"Carlson! You've gone too far, firing on friendly forces. I'll take this to the Inquisition and all the way to the Regent. Let's see how many heads you have left to chop off."

Hearing this, Carlson, who was rubbing his swollen face, paused for a moment, then sneered and said disdainfully, "When it comes to firing on friendly forces and killing each other, you Dark Angels seem to be more adept at it than we are, aren't you?"

Moncal Gaz, who was originally full of momentum and was about to shout, suddenly choked back his words.

He could only glare at Carlson, snort coldly, and turn to walk towards Tie Hui, who was sitting on the ground using his spiritual power to heal his internal injuries.

The apothecary in the battle group followed closely behind, and after checking Iron Glow's body, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After inserting an acupuncture needle into his arm, he said, "You've recovered enough. Don't do any strenuous exercise. You should be fine in about ten days to two weeks."

Upon hearing his apothecary's words, Moncal Gaz was completely relieved. He then knelt down beside him and, in the manner of an elder, reprimanded him: "Why did you fight with those brainless bastards? If you win, people will say that you fought against a bunch of mindless brutes, which is not a fair victory. If you lose, you will be even more shameful."

When Moncal Gaz spoke these words, his voice was so loud that all the Black Temple Astartes who had already left heard them.

In an instant, they all glared angrily at Monkar Gaz, as if to say, "If you dare to utter another word, we'll come up and kill you."

Standing not far away, Frost saw the Black Templars' reaction and sneered, "Oh dear, it seems I was right. Some people are actually getting anxious."

Upon hearing this, Lyca Faith immediately drew her chainsaw sword from her waist, wanting to go up and spar with him.

But Carlson, who had already regained some strength after being given a few injections by his own pharmacist, reached out and stopped him.

Lyca Faith looked at Carlson with a puzzled expression.

Carlson didn't explain, but looked at Tie Hui and said, "Your strength is quite good. It seems Cage has a good eye."

Their chapter has no think tank, nor any psionic units other than the Star Speakers and Navigators.

But as a veteran of hundreds of years, he has fought against insects, aliens, traitors, and chaos.

His combat intuition, honed over hundreds of years, allows him to easily discern a person's attitude toward the God Emperor.

Therefore, the battle just now was a replay of the scenes when he fought against those alien chaos creatures in the past.

Only under these circumstances can one truly feel the aura emanating from the other person.

This can be considered a rather special talent for him.

Tie Hui also stood up. He had to admit that Astartes' potion was quite effective.

Although the pharmacist specially adjusted the proportions for him because he was a mortal.

But in just half a minute, he already felt that his injuries had mostly healed.

At least it doesn't hurt as much anymore.

"So? Any questions you still have?"

Carlson shook his head: "You're very strong, it seems..."

He wanted to say, "The God Emperor has chosen you," but then he suddenly remembered that although he could feel the other's aura during the battle, which made him feel at ease.

But he didn't sense much of an imperial aura, and if the other party was truly a god, why did he choose him like Celestine did?

It's already common knowledge by now, and the national religions of the surrounding worlds must have been scrambling to come over long ago.

It seems that the God Emperor must have made some backup plans, which is why Carlson didn't say the second half of his sentence.

Instead, he changed the subject and said, "I agree to the collaboration between Cage and you. Do you have a contract? Bring it over so I can sign it."

He had already realized that this kid's future potential was definitely not low.

Investing in advance is like providing timely help in a snowstorm.

Of course, this is also for the sake of greater future profits.

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