Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 341 999.M41’s KPI champion is!
"Blasphemy!!" Once again, his fanatical rage was reignited by the facts he had confirmed. Caleb turned around and planned to tell Geratos about his discovery, and asked the priest who should have resolved the battle to go with him -

The ruby ​​eyepiece beneath the black helmet with a Templar Cross painted on it flashed rapidly.

The ending scene of another battle presented to Caleb was the same as what he imagined, the wizard was beheaded or shot by Geratos in the name of the divine wrath of the God-Emperor and the unclean remains were burned in public...

totally different.

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When the former imperial regent left his trembling agent behind and walked out of the inner room, he took in the entire scene with just a glance.

The Black Templars Chapter, without the Emperor's Champion.

Oh, Magna, little Magna, they were indeed busy with various affairs and taught Magna to be too disciplined and too lacking in social experience. After all, there was no "mortal society university" on the Iron Blood for the new master controller soul to learn, and Ramizane...

But what can be done? The old man shook his head and sighed, completely ignoring the priest's staff that Geratos smashed at his head (once again) and the witch-hunting bombs that were fanned out and aimed at his vital points - these precious bullets were made of the fragments of the swords of the fallen brothers of the Black Templar, and after the prayers and blessings of the most devout priests of the state religion, each witch-hunting bomb had an incredible and fatal blessing: they could accurately hit the wizard's heart directly.

Usually, it's like this, without exception -

Then, these precious, powerful, and pure consecrated weapons all lowered their warheads amid the priest's roar and the incredulous looks of the launchers.

It was like a tribute or surrender - no, no, these sacred weapons were forced to surrender by this heretical wizard who should be cursed to burn into the stars!

Such a powerful blasphemous force!!

Those who can purify it will be saved and blessed by the God-Emperor!
No matter how difficult or dangerous it is, Black Templar will accept all challenges! Never retreat!

Every Black Templar warrior who was ready to abandon the wizard ignited an unprecedented fighting spirit as they rushed forward.

The old man in the robe nodded.

"Very good, it seems that this is the solution that has been delivered to our door. I personally thank you for your efforts."

He raised an old, withered hand, ignoring the priest's staff that nearly touched his hood.

Then the eyes of all creatures observing this sudden event in the light or in the dark, or by any direct or indirect means, received a precise psychic shock.

They all fainted, a beastman intelligence dealer fell from the ceiling and turned into a mixture of fur, fabric, mechanical implants and flesh, and the people in the central fortress and the monitoring rooms at the bottom of the fortress were annoyed to find that all the sensors in the area had failed.

Malcador tightened his fingers and balled his hand into a fist.

The four followers were held in place by an invisible force, maintaining their charging or shooting movements, while Geratos was held in a lifelike posture as he jumped up and smashed down.

Only their flickering eyepieces and the bulging veins in their power armor indicated that they were not, in fact, unconscious.

The old man turned his gaze to Castle Lord Caleb who was looking over here.

After meeting and passing the latter's line of sight, he looked at Magna and waved at him.

"Come here, kid."

Caleb and Geratos simultaneously directed hateful accusations at the unclean wizard, but Caleb found himself imprisoned by the other's witchcraft.

But this was impossible, especially for Geratos, whose rosary and reliquary were still intact, while Caleb's own relics and pure scriptures still gave him the God-Emperor's blessing through his power armor.

The former regent clapped his hands, and the faint sound of the high fives echoed slightly in the empty corridor. "Okay, everyone, finally, we can all stand together quietly, and let's see what happened? I don't think my companion would deliberately provoke this unnecessary battle first."

"Shut up! You are a heretic who should be abandoned! A wizard who is colluding with the devil!" Geratos's curse made Malcador shake his head, and Magna gestured to the old man anxiously, while typing dense words in his built-in channel to begin describing the whole process of the incident.

At this time, Caleb realized that this alien that had not made any sound from beginning to end might not be able to speak. Was it because its vocal organs were removed as a servant?

The ruby ​​eyepiece of the Black Templar revealed the wizard's face beneath his hood. It was very... ordinary, without any discernible symptoms of contamination or the mutations and distortions common to those who colluded with demons.

"I see. It seems that things are never so smooth sailing. Well, that's good." He turned to Caleb, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through the Crusader's black helmet and see his face clearly.

"First of all, I think it is necessary to explain that we are from the honest and law-abiding Rogue Trader Dynasty that fully complies with all the regulations of the Empire." The hateful wizard nodded to Caleb and Geratos at the same time.

"The Rogue Trader Dynasty is incompatible with the series of adjectives you used earlier, heretic." The castle lord's voice, which had become quite calm, came from behind his loudspeaker grid, in stark contrast to the priest who was still trying to free himself from his confinement with fanatical prayers, confessions, and oaths.

"Really?" The old man touched his thin clerical robe, which seemed to hide nothing. Perhaps he was about to release his blasphemous items as the introduction of the corrupting ritual -

A parchment document bound in exceptionally fine detail. The moment he saw it, Caleb felt his heart filled with the strange, sacred, transcendent feeling that he only had when viewing the most sacred relics of a chapter or experiencing the last days of the most severe penance.

"What is that?" The priest stopped cursing. The sound coming from the preaching loudspeaker was unstable. Caleb realized that Geratos might be shaking. "God Emperor and Dorn! What is that?!"

"Our Rogue Trader License." The old man calmly spread out the legal document signed in ancient High Gothic from ten thousand years ago in front of them. When they saw the sacred and noble signature at the end and the drop of blood on it, the Black Templars prayed indescribably fanatically.

Malcador frowned.

"I think the fact that it has appeared so calmly in my hands is a testament to our loyalty. As you can see, it was signed by the one who sits on the throne of Terra himself." As he put it away again, the Black Templars' attitude softened a little.

"But it could also be a fake, and this is an illusion given to all of us by you, a collaborator with the devil."

"Oh? You claim to be the most pious and pure warriors. Could it be possible that what you just felt could deceive your own hearts? Son of Dorne."

Magnar excitedly began to walk around the Black Templars, reaching out to touch them - drawing more curses and insults from them.

"I have a question." Caleb stared at the mysterious wizard under the Rogue Trader. "What is the relationship between this alien servant of yours and the Imperial Fists?"

The old man raised one eyebrow and was about to answer with some clever words.

Magna Dorn, who was standing by, suddenly shook his head as if he had suddenly realized something and ran towards them enthusiastically.

"Damn it... Magna! Wait...! No..."

The moment the illusion camouflage is lifted.

The Black Templars howled in terror as if they had witnessed the death of a god.

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The other side of the curtain.

The indescribable outer walls of the Crystal Maze began to multiply exponentially towards the other three beings.

(End of this chapter)