Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 402: The value of the legend is still increasing
Port Wandering's reputation as a famous cold trade and black market trading center in the Calixis Sector, the last supply point for explorers preparing to go to the Chronos Expanse and the Abyss, and the last stable Imperial Navy forward base before the "Mouth" has now been given the title of "Holy Land".

Although observers from various forces were very uneasy and puzzled, the Imperial State Church, which usually carried out large-scale crackdowns and even publicly burned heretics for spontaneous pilgrimages that were not verified and approved by them, and the Inquisition, which always paid close attention to such incidents, maintained an extremely suspicious silence on this matter.

It is said that what Terra and Saturn may mean for the time being is "for the sake of public order stability, effectively reducing rumors and the personal safety of the people of the empire, there is no need to make the matter known to everyone."

Those "general restaurant operators" who looked like Astartes monks without power armor were also registered under the name of the Kalosini Dynasty as "service personnel included in the ancient confidentiality contract" upon investigation. People who traced back to this previously unknown dynasty would be surprised to find that this dynasty not only had a business license issued by the throne himself, but its lineage had never been broken in 10,000 years and was even well-organized and traceable.

In addition, their family seems to like to go to the remote frontier star regions of the Milky Way for adventure and to make a fortune, which results in that it will eventually require a lot of time, energy, manpower and money to truthfully verify the footprints of each generation of the head of the family.

The joint discussion meetings of the Navy, Ministry of Justice and Chamber of Commerce, which were originally held frequently in the Central Fortress, quietly became held only once in a long time and were quickly adjourned with the conclusion that "there is nothing special today."

In fact, more than once - many times, when pilgrims, explorers, or visitors with other missions who were unaware or did not know what kind of living miracle they were about to witness saw the extraordinary creations clustered in the Court of the Dead Square in the center of the Golden Circle, a long and tall multi-story trading corridor in Wandering Port - they would usually cause a certain amount of turmoil around them because of the strong emotional fluctuations.

But generally speaking, the degree and scope of such riots are relatively small and can be suppressed in a very short time.

Worse and more prolonged riots are generally smaller in scale but can make a lot of noise.

For example, the time when an angry State Church priest declared that it was impossible for the "Black Angels of the God-Emperor" to be here, turning a blind eye to the sins in the shops of a port full of blasphemy, speculation and adventurers, just praying and allowing any creature willing to walk into the store to shop - such as the giggling alien who told him about this for fun - to touch and touch their sacred war armor and pure weapons, and specially took a charter flight to come here to refute this lie and preach generously by the way.

The poor priest was brought to the Court of the Dead, and saw with his own eyes a pair of mercenaries who were obviously Dark Eldar, probably brother and sister, who handed a bag full of Throne Coins to the clerk at the door, and then walked in with a swagger and "tasted" the three noble and resolute Emperor Champions who were praying devoutly in the center of the store for about 20 standard Terra points. In the end, two of them couldn't help but draw their swords and the priest was about to faint from anger.

The damn pair of pointy-eared aliens were finally beaten to death one by one by an Astartes monk who had rushed over after hearing the news, and then dragged away.

It’s not that the two Dark Eldar didn’t resist, but the moment the monk appeared, the two aliens let out an extremely terrifying cry, and then immediately fled in different directions after throwing all the weapons they could throw at him - of course, this attempt failed after 10 seconds.

Because - this "Emperor's Angel of Death" can really fly, just like the angels in the pictures.

The lucky ones who witnessed the whole process here that day swore solemnly that they saw this great angel grow invisible wings on his back and catch up with the fleeing aliens. Those two hateful pointy-eared aliens were no match for him.

As for the true identity of this mysterious, helmeted Astartes, no one knows it so far. Logically speaking, the color of the power armor and the paint on the shoulder armor can easily distinguish them in the eyes of people with relevant knowledge - after all, this is one of the purposes of using armor paint. However, his paint, at least in the nearby star region, is unrecognizable, and yet those symbols seem to be in line with the habits of the Astartes Order.

All that was known was that he never removed his helmet in front of anyone, nor did he say anything that could be caught by mortal ears.

But those very suspicious tall warriors of the "Holy Communion" place (or the "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant) and the Emperor's Champions of the "Holy Torch" (or the light-polluted neon sign of the Silver Masked Levitation Equipment Royal Store) seemed to respect him very much, especially the latter. When the Astartes Brother first appeared, the Emperor's Champions wearing golden laurel crowns suddenly burst into enthusiasm and wanted to stick to him, which amazed the people in the square at that time. Of course, the old people who passed by Isstvan III who were watching this good show in the restaurant on the other side also had their comments on this.

For example, a Moon Wolf with sea green eyes and wearing a silver-edged training uniform commented, "Why do they feel like a group of lost cubs finally saw their father coming home from hunting and desperately wagged their short tails?" and "I still want to say, can't this cheating point-to-point teleportation function that our dear cousin Whiterace uses every time he comes here be popularized in our power armor?!"

Then, Torgadon, who was speaking with his chin loose, was hit on the head by Locke's slap.

"Show some respect to these sons of Dorne, Torgaddon! Haven't you read about their heroic deeds of every generation?! Respect!"

"I have read it, and I admit that they fulfilled their mission so loyally, but there is something in it that makes me shudder." Moon Wolf turned his sea-green eyes to his flaxen-haired companion, "Are you trying to say that you haven't? You are more perceptive than me, Gavial."

"..."

"Okay, okay, I admit that their deeds are too heavy. I always want to talk about them in a light-hearted tone to dispel the gloom. So let's think about how to make his armor have other functions."

"That might be a little difficult." Locke sighed. "In fact, the master in the armory sent me an inquiry letter, asking if I am willing to participate in the test of the new model."

"Why? It seems worth it to get this equipment just by participating in the experiment of those Om Messiah believers."

"According to Master Decima's description, the organic content of this equipment may be even less than that of a Dreadnought. Are you sure?"

Torgarton shuddered, with an incredible look in his eyes.

"That is to say...but he looks...this flexibility and feeling..."

"So don't ask too much. You should go to the simulation training ground and the fighting pit of the Desert Ark more often during your vacation, Tariq."

They were talking in the restaurant and did not notice that a girl passing by looked at them curiously and blinked her eyes in amazement and admiration.

(End of this chapter)