Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 396 A true warrior dares to launch a combo attack on the big devil

Obviously, the ancient sage Rilanor is a true warrior. He will not be shaken so easily. Even when facing an existence like Ramizarn, the ancient man persists in his determination to find the truth like a pillar in a river.

"Although no one here can tell me the truth about the soul," Elder Rilanor replied, "but some information I have obtained from the former Imperial Fists and the Black Templars shows that the State Religion and God... The Emperor's existence is real and reliable and can resist the influence of Chaos. This is especially obvious when His Majesty the Emperor appears. Isn't this enough to prove the problem?"

"To hear the words 'God-Emperor's Apparition' from an ancient warrior like you, I'm sure a certain Primarch and the Chaos he reveres would be amazed! Well, indeed, judging from this point alone, it is only natural to think that a being who has always called himself the spokesperson and guide of the human race and the Lord of the Human Empire for many years can fight against Chaos as long as his faith in it is firm, and that he is the protector of humanity. - Let alone squeezing out the health and spirit of the living, isn't it suspicious that he cares so much about the distribution and destination of those poor souls after death, Elder Rilano?"

"what do you mean?"

Ramizane raised his eyebrows and did not answer the question directly, but first talked about a legend.

"Elder Rilano, do you know a legend from ancient Terra tens of thousands of years ago?"

"I am all ears, my Lord."

"Before humans first set foot in Luna, only the inhabitants of Hell cared about fighting for the ownership of souls, because they could use souls as food and common currency there."

"..."

"Don't worry, I don't mean to say that the Emperor is in league with the inhabitants of Hell."

"But you obviously also think they 'might' be neighbors, right?" The locked joint servos of the Dreadnaught made a slight friction sound. It was obvious that the ancient sage was not as calm in his sarcophagus where he never rested as he looked on the surface of his hard ceramsite steel and adamantium.

"The human soul, one of the most mysterious things and cornerstones of this conceptual universe, is obviously very useful to Chaos. The obvious insurance is not to collect them and put them at risk of being stolen, but to allow the dead to enjoy eternal and peaceful annihilation. Why not do this? You have to know that in this galaxy we live in, if the Emperor can really achieve eternal and peaceful annihilation, then even the aliens will come to him for help. Why not do this? Is it impossible or... He wants to use them for other purposes? How does the sentence "Life is the Emperor's currency, use it well" sound at this moment?"

"Let me ask you a question before you continue, Your Highness." There was a barely perceptible nervousness in the ancient sage's voice.

"Ask, sage."

"Although the Legion we originally belonged to did become dishonorable rebels and degenerate lowly people, in fact, you and your descendants are not the so-called "loyalists" now after ten thousand years, right? Lord Angron's identity seems a bit embarrassing."

“…Oh.” Two consecutive critical hits, Rilano.

"It seems so." Rilano's voice was a little sad, "But don't worry yet, although I am not the kind of person who will be diverted by vague and ambiguous statements and documents." He paused again, "From my observations, there should be some of your abilities, which we once called witchcraft, and now call the influence of psychic power. Since I came to this beautiful flagship, I have met many people. From conversations and observations, I can see that they were all loyal and resolute warriors of His Majesty, but now they naturally sit side by side with their accomplices who they call the enemy in the cafeteria to eat! This is not something that can be easily explained by just listening to some regent's explanations and priests' sermons. So since I came here today, and took off my weapons and locked my joints, I think I am at least prepared to face the truth. Maybe I am crazy, and my loyalty to His Majesty has been affected in some way, because I still want to find you and listen to what you say first."

"Ah, well, I'm glad you came to me first and heard my side of the story."

"Everything I experienced on Isstvan III and the final miracle do make me willing to believe some of what you said," Rilanor replied, "but since we arrived here, we have done nothing except you raising us like pigs. Since the Third Legion has become a traitor, it is impossible for me to even contact any loyal Space Marine Legion..."

"It's all warband now, Sage."

"...Well, Chapter. I can't even personally find a few members of the Chapter to verify the truth of everything I've been told and learned. In addition, the Codex Astartes combined with the historical materials provided to me before and after that period is really a... um..."

"I understand what you mean. But since we are in the northwestern corner of the Milky Way, we don't need to discuss the one sleeping in the easternmost corner for the time being."

"So you think the empire is hopeless?" Good, three hits in a row, worthy of you.

"No, I don't think so. Although it is leaking everywhere and in tatters, as long as someone can clean it up from scratch, I think this galaxy can still be saved."

"I am glad to hear you say that. But what is your confidence?" The elder's eyes seemed to penetrate his artificial amniotic fluid, sarcophagus and thick armor plates of the Dreadnought, staring at the Primarch in front of him. "Although we survived, you and His Highness Angron saved us, but what was the real price we paid? What did we lose? We are warriors! Your Highness! Warriors like us must have a goal to fight for! Without it, we are nothing! You trapped us here, with good food and drink, and very comfortable, but you deprived us of any possibility of revenge and confirming with our own eyes that everything we fought for in the past was not a dream!"

After saying this, it was obvious that the Royal Chamberlain was ready to be shot immediately. His mechanical servo made a jamming sound, but he forced himself not to retreat a single step. He still stayed in front of the desk of this Primarch, who was also famous for his cruelty and ruthlessness towards his offspring during the Great Crusade. He had no doubt that there were at least twenty things in this place that could reduce him into atoms in an instant, pointing at his vital points.

"I see... I'm afraid that the glory of the descendants of the Primarch and the proud Astartes will fall into the dark and dim. Although the ancient warriors are lucky enough to survive, they may gradually disappear..."

Ramezane Kalosini smiled again. "Then you have come to the right place, Elder Rilanor. Although you are no longer the Emperor's Children, Warhounds, Death Guard or Luna Wolves, you will not become the gray shadows that dissipate between light and shadow. You will have a new goal. And you will complete the mission I give you."

"We do desire and hope for a new goal, Your Highness." Rilano's voice was firm, "but it cannot be harmful to Your Majesty."

"Then how about you listen to some of my interesting stories first, and then listen to the small goals I provide? I haven't told anyone these little secrets deep in my heart for a long, long time."

The ancient sage, who had no idea what kind of demonic whispers he would hear next, just nodded.

(End of this chapter)