Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 903 Is this something I, the Emperor, can say?
“Actually, Alivia Sureka shouldn’t be saying here that she can influence the Astartes…or rather, she should be saying that she can persuade them without relying on her talents, thus minimizing her guilt about using them and facilitating the rapid completion of the mission. She wouldn’t see anything wrong with that.”

Now that we've come to this point where the price is clearly stated and we're starting to negotiate, there's no need to put on airs.

The pigeons diligently acted as commentators beside the crystal ball.

“Her talent was exceptional, but she was completely hampered by her personality,” Pigeon shook his head regretfully. “Otherwise, she would have been my best assistant, even better than Makado. If we had sent her to contact certain planets, we would have been able to obtain more and more complete resources.”

"You mean she always feels apologetic, thinking she shouldn't have abused her talent for manipulation and emotional implantation on others? I don't think she's trapped. She's a person who has lived for tens of thousands of years and still has a sense of morality, and that alone is enough to make people feel that she still has humanity."

“Because of her damned beliefs,” the pigeon muttered. “Religion is a double-edged sword. Or also has beliefs in those ancient gods. People with old beliefs and ancient memories are the hardest to deal with because they are really easy to realize things.”

"Do you realize what you've stuffed into the Primarch and your own body?" Ramizane tapped the book he was taking notes on, lost in thought.

“Uh,” Pigeon paused for a moment, “how about we explain something else?”

"Then, that black stone at the entrance to that 'door' deep inside the Moro Catacombs—was it actually sealed with a black stone?"

"Cough cough!!"

"Okay, so was that ancient, non-human-made room where the door is located built by an ancient saint or by undead from outer space?"

"...Please tell me what I can say."

"Okay, so the 'Golden Throne' is a broken giant zombie of a space necromancer that you dug up from Terra... I mean, a modified Hypercube Cage? Including its functions of imprisonment, burning people, and providing energy, it's too similar. Considering that it originally used fragments of a Protoss as fuel, ordinary human immortals really can't withstand being burned..."

"...Stop talking!!!"

"Is it still a modified obelisk from the small zongzi tomb? Judging by its size and power, it should be a large zongzi, right?"

"Please ask me something else!"

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"This is practically a sky full of exploding sea monsters! Why do we have to add Ultra Warriors here?!"

Lehman Russ complained as he stood at the entrance to the sanctuary waiting for the Death Guards to urgently bring in the prisoners.

"Could it be that even the combined strength of myself, the Great Wolf, and Pallas, the two Primarchs, isn't enough to compensate for a few unknown Ultramarines?!"

“I don’t know either. Because I only planned it that way, but after you came, I really didn’t think about them anymore—I mean, the person who came with you, even if he wanted to kill everyone here right now, it wouldn’t be impossible.”

Alivia was thinking.

"To be honest, why... he... I mean, what's his name now? Mori? That's actually quite fitting."

She uttered an ancient word, its tone somewhat like High Gothic but sounding completely out of place.

"Why didn't Mortarian kill the Warmaster and the others? He could have done it."

“Good question,” Pallas said. “It’s probably a concern about not being able to disrupt the course of fate too much.”

“That’s a good explanation.” Alivia nodded. “How so?”

"Because if that's the case, it means that Mortalian is a being who is 'reasonable' and 'obeys some higher rule.' As long as he can abide by the rules and has the potential to be reasonable, that's a good thing for those weaker than him."

"You care a lot about order."

“Yes, after all, Novus Ordo Seclorum guides us, just as Annuit Cptis did,” she muttered.

Pallas noticed that as she spoke, she subconsciously touched her arm, revealing a blurry tattoo pattern on the skin exposed under her rolled-up sleeve.

It looked like a circle with a triangle in the middle, and inside the triangle was an abstract eye pattern, surrounded by some ancient letters that even he couldn't recognize.

Perhaps those were the sentences she was just reciting?

But Pallas's attention was quickly drawn to the dust kicked up by the engine in the distance, and the Spartan assault tank came into view.

As it drove closer, Caleb Allin, dressed in the massive Saturn Terminator suit, struggled to climb from the back of the cockpit to the rear hatch, and then they saw him emerge from inside.

"Lord Mortarion sent me to deliver these people to you. He said he picked them out from the prisoners and specifically asked me to deliver them."

He turned his helmeted face to the side and pointed to a pile of Astartes, dressed in dark blue power armor, lying in the crew compartment.

Their blue armor was battered and bruised from plasma flames, radiation, stray bullets, or whatever else, but you could still vaguely make out a commander, a centurion, a technical sergeant, and so on.

"Why are there still five mortal soldiers?"

Ruth said with a grim expression, "Sending mortals to a place like this is tantamount to sending them to their deaths. When the fight breaks out, they can at most slow down those demons and traitors for half a second."

"Lord Mortalian said he saw their lifeline leading to Lady Alivia. He also said that he is now accompanying the 'Warmaster' here, and after observation, he believes that neither the 'Warmaster' nor the Undead around him have noticed the time reversal, so you must hurry and see what you can do."

“What can I do?” Alivia spread her hands. “This time I might have enough time to recite the sealing incantation.”

"Lord Mortalian also said that when you recite the spell, you might remember something more when you get to the last line."

Alin said cautiously.

Someone outside the crystal ball couldn't help but laugh. The pigeon, looking embarrassed, began to explain that it was a last resort; He was a cautious person and wouldn't just install one layer of insurance.

“Thirty Ultramarines.” Pallas stepped forward with an expression that said, “If the adults are all unreliable, then I’m the only one who can be reliable.” He counted the number of soldiers. “Five mortal soldiers. To be honest, if you’re planning to use them to buy time to stop the two Primarchs and their Terminators, Ms. Suleka, I can only say that if your sealing plan didn’t only require reciting three sentences, the chances of failure would have been very high.”

“That’s not my fault.” Alivia looked displeased. “I haven’t been exposed to Astartes’ new equipment for over a century, so naturally I could only prepare based on the situation of the Moro garrison. And these heavy armors weren’t deployed when I left!”

"Ah, that's true."

“Let’s go.” Lehman Ruth said rudely, stepping forward and hoisting two Ultra Warriors onto his shoulder with one hand and two more onto his other shoulder.

"Pile them all up in the corner of the room, and then let us see what this seal that can isolate such great power is all about."

(End of this chapter)