I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 387 Money!
The relationship between the Custodes and the Grey Knights is not good.
Shield Captain Valerian knew this well.

But this kind of bad treatment is different from that of other Space Marines.

The attitude of the Custodes towards other Astartes is often contempt, suspicion and disgust.

The Astartes were as susceptible to corruption as any mortal man, and were potential heretics, and indeed they did launch a brutal rebellion that brought so much suffering to the entire race.
Many in the Custodes despise the imperfect Astartes. But the Grey Knights are different. They are completely different.

The Grey Knights are the Emperor's last creation, a powerful weapon, a blade to fight the greatest enemy of Chaos. They are better than the Custodes at fighting the enemies of Mankind.
In Valyrian's opinion, the Custodians had to admit that the Grey Knights did a better job in 10,000 years.

They are the last legacy the Emperor left to mankind, the Emperor's will, and the final struggle for the human species.

But this fact made the imperial guards feel uneasy.

The Custodes never belonged to the present Imperium of Man; they were created for a future that never came, a future in the Emperor's vision.

The birth of the Grey Knights seemed to imply that that vision was no longer possible, and the Emperor had no choice but to use the power of the Warp to control the Warp, which is why the Grey Knights were all psychics.
The Custodians therefore maintained a cold relationship with the Sons of Titan.
The Custodes guard Terra permanently, while the Grey Knights can only be stationed on Saturn's moons.

But Terra needs the Grey Knights now. Only the Grey Knights can arrive and provide support in time.
As long as the Custodians agree, as long as the Custodians request, they can go to Terra.

Valerian was prepared to be rejected, because the guards were now huddled deep in the palace, confining themselves behind the Lion's Gate, unwilling to break free from the shackles of the restriction order.
Valerian knew that Marshal Trajan was making his efforts to bring the Ten Thousand back to the world.

But the Grey Knights didn't know that they might refuse Valyrian's request. After all, guarding the palace was the duty of the Royal Guards.
Valerian was ready to lose his dignity, to be humiliated, and even to have the entire Custodian Army humiliated.
He had to do this. At least Valyrian wasn't so proud that he wouldn't ask for help when he needed it.

What's more, the mortals are fighting on the front lines, and if Valyrian doesn't do this, many of them will die in vain.

But the Grey Knights agreed, without hesitation.

“We’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

"In the name of the Emperor, cleanse the world and rid it of evil."

Compared to Valerian, Reina's feelings were a little more complicated.

Especially when he found out that the one who came to support him was the Grey Knight,
Reina didn't know much about the Grey Knights.
This Astartes Chapter seemed very mysterious. Even on Cadia, Reina had never heard of their name. It was very strange.
She knew about the Grey Knights because she had fought alongside Grand Master Voldus of the Third Brotherhood of the Grey Knights once or twice in Macragge.

The only thing I know is that when Reina was still in Asford, Zhou Yun gave her a half-joking warning:
"When you are in danger and the Emperor's Angel of Death comes to support you, don't be happy yet."

"First, we need to see the color of their power armor clearly."

"If it's dark blue armor, it's most likely an Ultramarines. You'll be fine unless the battle requires it."

"If it's Red Armor, check to see if your wallet is still there. If it is, it's a Blood Angel. If not, it's a Blood Raven. In most cases, you're safe."

"If these red armors have grown fangs, then sprinkle some salt on yourself and don't cause trouble for the noble son of Sanguinius."

"If there are black armor among these red armors, then this is the Death Company. Pray that you are not bald, otherwise they will mistake you for Horus."

"If it's just the black armor, then it depends on what mental illness they have."

"If there is hysteria, it is most likely the Black Templar. As long as you are not contaminated by Chaos, you are safe."

"If there is a cyberpsychopath, it's the Iron Hands, but like their father's head, they generally don't have much presence."

"As for the Raven Guards, although they are also in black armor, you will most likely not be able to spot them."

"If it's green armor, look at the color of the skin."

"You guys hit the jackpot if they're dark skinned. These are salamanders, and most of them are good people."

"It's white skin, that's a dark angel, you better hope there aren't any of their little secrets around here."

"If it's a yellow armor, then it depends on their luck."

"The ones who are more unlucky and occasionally wiped out are the Imperial Fists. They are stubborn but relatively easy to get along with."

"The ones who are particularly unlucky and often wipe out are the Weepers. They are all good people, but it's best to stay away from them."

"Oh, yes, there is also silver-grey, that's the Grey Knight."

"If you run into them, you better hope there's a group of barbarians in gray-blue power armor nearby who think you're good guys."

"Otherwise you can return to the Golden Throne in glory."

Originally, Reina thought Zhou Yun was joking, but after experiencing this series of events,
Lena found that Zhou Yun's judgment of the Space Marines was really accurate. Judging from the fighting style of Grand Master Voldus, the Grey Knights would really attack their own friendly forces and mortals.
And Reina vaguely remembered that she seemed to be an illegal psychic.
But with the battle in progress, Reina had no time to think about these issues.
The Grey Knights are also apparently more concerned with demons than with mortals like them.

At the same time, the Grey Knights were slowly shrinking their front lines. It was clear that they did not intend to stick to the broken Eternal Wall.

It was obviously a better choice to slowly retreat to the Lion's Gate, where they could focus more on defending against the demons' attacks. "Support the Grey Knights!"

Reina's voice reached the ears of every member of the Cadian 184th Regiment through the communication channel:

"They are experts in fighting demons. Cooperate with them to tighten the line!"

"Ok?"

Reina suddenly noticed that the Gray Knights who were fighting against the demons suddenly stopped.

Their ancient and strange crusader-style helmets were rushing towards Reina, as if staring at her intently.

They seemed to be questioning Reina with their eyes, asking her how she knew of their existence?

".Um?"

Reina was sweating a lot from being stared at.
She suddenly realized something, a possibility.
That is, the reason why the Grey Knights are unknown and why they kill mortals,

Is it possible, could it be possible, that the Grey Knights' existence is a secret?
And the reason why Grand Master Voldus did not kill anyone in Macragge was simply because of the pressure from the two Primarchs and Saint Doraemon?

Reina was sweating all over.

"What kind of weird pricing standard is this?"

"Why is a Promethium Pipeline 500 yuan, but a Slaanesh Daemon is over 66 million?"

"The Great Demon is only equivalent to more than 100,000 pipes? Do we need pipes to build sewers in the 22nd century?"

"The same standard of bolt gun, the one listed as a holy relic is more expensive than the ordinary one? Does the cultural value count as well?"

"Also, why is the most expensive one Tzeentch? What if a Tzeentch is weaker than a Slaanesh?"

"Don't you take into account the individual differences between the big demons? Do you consider the reputation of the big demon?"

The brown-haired boy frowned tightly. The body of the silver-haired boy hung low beside him. His weak fingers held a pen and paper, recording the price of each item.

Guilliman had actually done this before, but he ultimately failed to find any pattern from it, as if these prices were just filled in randomly.

"We won't be able to find anything out this way." Zhou Yun said, rubbing his brows.

"No." The brown-haired boy shook his head and said as he looked at the price list written on the body of the silver-haired boy.

"It is precisely because there is no pattern that it has value. This shows that there is no strict system or objective law behind your four-dimensional pocket."

"It is a subjective entity or a group of subjective entities that set the price. I even think that the price is adjusted in real time."

“Depending on the needs of the other party and the situation you are in.”

"Hmm?" Zhou Yun's eyes lit up slightly: "You mean..."

“The department store of the future, in the 22nd century, should really exist.”

The brown-haired boy put down the price list in his hand and said:

"But I'm not sure that's the 22nd century in Doraemon. Why wouldn't they be willing to help us?"

"If it really is the 22nd century, it would just be a matter of raising your hand."

“Is it possible that it’s not impossible to save him, but it will cost money?” Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows in a strange way.

He remembered that Chunchun in the future department store in the original novel looked like a profiteer.

"Ah, capitalism." The brown-haired boy shook his head.

Zhou Yun shrugged: "You are worse than capitalism."

"The key point is still money, the price." The brown-haired boy ignored Zhou Yun's sarcasm and said thoughtfully.

"I'm going to do a test. I'm going to cut as much as I can to give you a little bit of power and authority."

"Tell me how much that power and authority would sell for."

(End of this chapter)