This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 122 A Day in the Life of a Senior Nanny

The great sage left worriedly.

When the transport plane was halfway through space and had just crossed the asteroid belt, its thruster array suddenly fell silent like an extinguished candle.

As several frigates surrounded it, high-powered scanning equipment monitored every inch of the transport plane without blind spots. After carefully transporting the STC out, several bursts of hot plasma devoured the transport ship without leaving any residue.

On the bridge, the great sage, who was still undergoing examination in the vacuum isolation chamber, looked at the scan results that showed "Everything is fine" and his worry grew.

Arthur, who was teleported back to the Dawn, looked at the Great Sage's operation with some surprise. Then, after reporting the mission process, he chose to head towards the bridge.

Halfway through, a young inquisitor passed by like a zombie.

She lowered her eyes and said nothing, her worries hanging in her eyes like lead, and she looked worried.

"Aglaia."

Arthur's voice made the Inquisitor pause suddenly, and the hem of his black robe created metallic ripples due to inertia.

Arthur looked at the Inquisitor. The time traveler's inherent scanning ability recorded her appearance, and then through his knowledge reserves, he quickly displayed the individual's hormone levels and mental state deduced by psychological analysis.

There was a trace of unwashed holy oil between her fingers - the mark left by pressing the quill while writing reports for days.

"You look worried?"

"Lord Arthur."

Aglaia restrained her expression. She didn't care that her gaffe was discovered. Only on the Dawn could she vent her emotions and start thinking again.

"Pierrede needs to be dragged into the sun due to Chaos Contamination. I'm struggling with this because I don't have Pierrede's contamination data, and I can't mention it during my brief interaction with the teacher."

She told the knight her troubles truthfully. When she raised her eyelids, Arthur saw fine bloodshot veins on the edges of her irises, like cracks caused by invisible chains.

The request made by the great sage is a bit too abstract.

Of course, as the acting chief of the throne at that time, Aglaia did have some skills. She could coordinate the interests of all parties to make the confessions consistent, use her connections to block Pierre's route, and even cause collective amnesia among non-core personnel.

But what to do with the data.

No matter how good her past performance was, this was the only time she faced chaos pollution. She really didn't know the specific data of large-scale chaos pollution, and it was impossible for the public information of the Tribunal to teach this.

The initial report didn't even consider the fall of Pierrede. At most, it helped the Great Sage cover up the problem of abomination intelligence. Before, she was busy cutting ties with Lao Deng. Now that everyone is dead, you want her to review the extent of chaos pollution in Pierrede.
Aglaia felt as if the whole world was torturing her.

It's very simple. She didn't dare to make up stories. Giving out false information would easily lead to assassins from the Assassin Court appearing in the corners around her.

But she didn't dare not make it up. Without sufficient and coherent reasons, she would easily be executed by the Extermination Order, which specializes in investigating planetary losses, for wasting imperial assets.

There was no need to even mention the face-to-face confrontation with her own boss, as she was still busy cutting things up. The best way to deal with it was to not even go up to the planet herself and block the chaos pollution in a decisive and reasonable way.

Moreover, she couldn't get rid of the Great Sage who asked the question, so she could only fall into this endless cycle of pain.

"Ah."

Arthur nodded in understanding.

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Aglaia bowed respectfully to his guarantor.

She already had the idea of dragging the great sage along to self-destruct.

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Just as he placed his hand on his chest, a document made of thick parchment fell into Aglaia's arms. "This is information. You can use it as a reference."

Arthur had been investigating everywhere when he first entered Pierrede, recording every stage of the chaos's spread.

If Ramses had not reacted quickly and stopped the ritual, the entire Pierre would have been dragged into the warp once the rift spread.

Theoretically, without them, Pierre would indeed disappear silently along with the swarm of insects.

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Aglaia subconsciously used his psychic power to block the surrounding environment. After making sure there was no sight, he activated the invisibility force field and then opened a document.

It is a detailed record of the Chaos Cult's activities in the Hive City when it first landed.

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"Read it when you're alone."

Arthur waved his hand and left.

"Thank you, my Lord!"

Aglaia bowed solemnly, never expecting that his sincere reply would bring him unexpected help, and then hurried to his small room on the Dawn to write a report.

Arthur had not taken two steps when he met Dantioch who was looking at the church school.

This man, made of steel inside and out, welded the iron mask of ten thousand years ago onto his own face. The wrinkles between his eyes were as deep as knife cuts, and even his footsteps were heavy and panicky.

'Are you blaming yourself?'

Arthur could tell at a glance what the war blacksmith was thinking. He simply believed that his actions ten thousand years ago had led to the current disaster.

Ten thousand years ago, due to the warp storm raised by the evil gods, the light of the Astronomican from Terra was blocked. Dantioch then lit the Lighthouse of Pharos to point the way for the loyalists still in the Ultramarine.

Later, in order to resist the attack of the rebels, Dantioch had to overload the Pharos Lighthouse. The out-of-control psychic beacon attracted the arrival of the Tyranid swarm to a certain extent.

Arthur was surprised.

These are things they learned in the 'gw black library'. How did Dantioch know them?
Dantioch has also recently been paying attention to this type of aliens that time travelers pay special attention to. Perhaps he has found some connection between them.

No wonder this war smith has been analyzing technology like crazy lately.

To be honest, Arthur felt that there was no need to put the blame for the Tyranid swarm on Dantioch. The swarm moved so slowly, and there was only one large galaxy nearby, the Milky Way, so their arrival was only a matter of time.

Moreover, according to Cawl's genetic identification, the original gene sequences of these Tyranid swarms can be traced back to the dangerous creatures of Fenris and its many death worlds. It can be basically confirmed that the swarms came to the galaxy tens of thousands of years ago.

Mental exhaustion is not desirable.

I asked Romulus for another package of information, which included detailed data on the inclusion of some native galactic creatures after the Great Sage conducted genetic testing on the Tyranids.

Arthur handed it to Dantioch and then left.

The biology expertise of the Great Sage Kaul is quite trustworthy.

After wandering around the ship and secretly returning a few naughty children to their parents, Arthur pushed open the door of the reception room on top of the bridge.

(End of this chapter)