This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 10 The Emperor is in Trouble
In the completely destroyed arena, the broken bodies of the Death Watch Space Marines have been gathered together and neatly placed in the spacious passage.

The nuns murmured hymns, covered the bodies with ceremonial robes torn from their own bodies, and then lit the flames.

In these extraordinary times, there are no longer any magnificent monasteries or hymns to bear the memory of the deaths of these warriors.

Arthur thought about it and placed his power sword and shield, which were obviously holy objects, on the altar made of shoulder armor engraved with inscriptions.

"Emperor, Lord, please shape me into your instrument of communication."

"You do not fear death, you do not fear demons, for the Emperor comes to receive them."

"Please grant me the most righteous path back home, please grant me the most ardent path back home."

"Please let me be your trumpet, and disperse all your enemies."

The elder sister's clear and pious voice dispelled the scarlet miasma.

Arthur stared at the flames ignited by the holy oil, watching them envelop the warrior's body. The originally red flames gradually turned into a dazzling golden color as they burned, burning the corpse with extraordinary intensity.

The flying dust adhered to the flames, like a long river of liquid gold, converging onto the altar.

When the nuns around saw this scene, the fire of faith ignited in their eyes. They lowered their eyes to cover their eyeballs that were emitting light, and chanted more devoutly.

Sure enough, the emperor was in trouble.

Arthur, who witnessed this scene, had expected it, and watched as the molten gold flames engulfed his sword and shield.

The territory of the Warp has never belonged entirely to the Four Gods. Compared to the various opinions about the Emperor's identity within the Empire today, these time travelers have a more comprehensive understanding of the Emperor's identity.

Like the Four Gods, it can absorb the power of faith from humans. It has a majestic projection in the subspace like the Four Gods, and a sacred domain called the Golden Throne that is as vast and boundless as the Four Gods.

In the future, after the Great Rift runs through the galaxy, he will be able to release legions of curses into the material world as freely as the Four Gods release demons. In fact, because of human beings' faith in the Emperor, it is much easier for the Emperor to project power than the other four gods.

Well, if the Emperor says he is not a God, then he is not a God. Whatever he says is right.

Arthur paid tribute to these warriors who fought to the death with silent gaze, waiting quietly for the flames to dissipate. The swords and shields had been coated with a matte black during the smelting.

"Humph!"

The Blood God, who was watching the Great Game, noticed the actions of the Cursed.

He didn't care.

Because He is angry.

An inexplicable feeling of missing something made his already angry spirit even more violent. This feeling was very similar to those warriors who accepted his blessings but eventually went to the Golden Throne.

He smashed the armrests of the brass throne with all his might, and the giant tower of skulls collapsed, and the sky was filled with blood rain.

In the chaotic sky above, the stakes of the great game are once again raised.

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He walked forward and picked up the sword and shield, which looked even more restrained and gorgeous despite the obscured image. In the shoulder armor with the name inlaid on it were the warrior's ashes.

It seemed the Emperor had his eye on them.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, feeling thankful for his decision to let the nun perform the ceremony.

In this damn world, returning to the Golden Throne is a good destination.

Better to believe in the Emperor than to fall into Chaos.

"grown ups."

Sister Arabella spoke.

"I hope to forge a reliquary for the angels, which will carry their honor back to their comrades."

".Can."

Arthur, who felt that his attitude was a bit stiff and his command of the language was not very proficient, added another sentence.

"thank you all."

".Thank you for the honor, my lord."

Arabella swore to the Emperor that she had never seen such an angel.

It’s not that such angels are bad, but - it still makes her feel extremely uncomfortable, as if a demigod treats her as a fellow human being, and an equal one at that.

This is the equality between souls, not a disguise for etiquette.

As soon as Arthur finished speaking, the nuns reverently began to pick up the shoulder armor containing the ashes, wrapped the ashes with the holy shroud, and then turned on the promethium flamethrower.

The fragments of armor melted in the high temperature and the hymns sung by the nuns, and were then reshaped and carved into silver boxes with the characteristics of the Holy Rose Order, and finally inlaid with the shoulder armor belonging to the warrior.

"." The skills are very exquisite.

Arthur didn't quite understand these ceremonies to commemorate the dead, but he respected them.

Just don't do some abstract sacrifice where they skin and straw an artificial baby's corpse and turn it into an angel and then burn incense and bathe it.

At least in Arthur's opinion, the procedures of the Holy Rose Order are quite sacred and don't look evil.

"Does the Emperor mean to say that he will cover for us?"

Romulus came to his side and noticed at a glance that Arthur's equipment was painted the same color as his.

Everyone was mentally prepared that they might be noticed by the gods of the warp.

After all, they landed directly in the subspace, and none of them were so arrogant as to think they were the chosen ones who could punch the star gods and kick the four gods as soon as they landed.

All I can say is that they are all very self-aware after traveling to the Warhammer world. It is impossible for the true chosen ones to travel to such a shitty place.

It would be more appropriate to call this group of people the Forsaken Sons of God.

However, as a time traveler who knows countless secrets, it is somewhat incredible that he has survived in the subspace until now without being noticed by the evil god because of the information in his mind and turning into a chaos egg.

"I don't know."

Arthur didn't know whether the Emperor was aware of their presence. He simply wanted to add something meaningful to the warriors' farewell ceremony. Who knew that just a prayer would give his weapon a new skin.

The Emperor really likes to give people black swords.

"Is the stance okay?"

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, Arthur asked aloud.

"nailed it."

Romulus shook the thing in his hand.

"It's because of this guy."

Arthur nodded, and immediately felt a chill when he noticed the psychic's corpse in Romulus's hand.

"Does the Geller Field Generator really burn people?"

"Geller's stance essentially stretches a psionic membrane in the warp to envelop the warship. What else can it burn except the psyker?"

Romulus casually revealed the secret that Titanium King had always wanted to find out, threw the body to the ground, and pointed at the back of the body.

On the skin damaged by a bomb, the pattern of the Chaos Eight-pointed Star could still be vaguely seen.

"The psyker inside the generator had been tampered with. He had a pre-made summoning ritual on him. This is why the Deathwatch on guard were wiped out in a surprise attack. Furthermore, I checked the generator's logs, and they contain a complete audit record—there are bad guys in the Legal and Military Affairs Departments."

"That's not something we should worry about right now."

Arthur narrowed his eyes, his instinct telling him that the ship itself might be caught up in a huge conspiracy.

"The most urgent task is to get this ship out of the warp."

Even if the enemies occupying Geller's position were cleared, the hull of the ship had been torn apart. If it could not return to the real universe in time, it would just become a copy of a space wreck in the future.

The greenskins, the thieves, the demons, the mutated citizens of the Empire and the space warriors will surely bring endless surprises to those who set foot on this ship in the future.

"Yes, our primary goal now is survival."

Romulus agreed and called out to the elder sister.

"Sister Arabella."

"I'm here, my lord."

"My comrades and I will return to the Navigator's Sanctuary to ensure the ship's safe exit from the Warp."

Romulus said seriously, "Until then, I hope the Holy Rose Order can take on the responsibility of defending Geller's position, and the guards will also provide you with assistance."

"I will certainly live up to your mission, my lord."

"Thank you."

After politely expressing his gratitude, Romulus took Arthur back along the same route.

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(End of this chapter)