This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 133 Uninvited Guest

"By the way, remember to contact Technical Sergeant Dan to sit in on the class."

Romulus reminded again.

Ledotes nodded, then turned and left. Pedro and the priest followed closely behind him. They walked so fast that the backs of the three of them disappeared at the end of the corridor almost instantly.

After seeing Ledotus off, Romulus turned and walked towards the Aurora.

Romulus had already started thinking about the next plan in his mind. He needed to hold a small meeting with his companions as soon as possible to discuss the details of the next action.

"These wandering traders are so well-informed."

Walking on the passage inside the Dawn, Romulus's eyes inadvertently swept across the church school below.

Through the huge observation window, he could see a group of apprentices who were isolated and dressed in simple robes, reciting scriptures devoutly under the guidance of a leader. The sound came faintly, with a solemn rhythm.

These Rogue Traders can even find the Untouchables.

From the outset of the expedition, they sent communications requests ahead of other Imperial agencies, and their fleets usually followed closely behind the expeditionary fleet, like a pack of hounds waiting for an opportunity, ready to lick up the leftovers after the battle.

The military power possessed by these dynasties ensured local security to a certain extent and helped preserve the results of the expedition.

At the same time, relying on the extremely timely information in their hands, the expeditionary fleet's attack was greatly facilitated, and many of the fruits of victory were attributed to the Ronin's pervasive information channels.

It can be said that the power of Rogue Traders is much more reliable than that of most imperial forces.

Of course, don't overthink these traveling traders.

You can think of these people as the privateering fleet that received the Queen's license for privateering during the Victorian era, or those who set up companies in the colonies.

There are benefits, at least higher than the empire, but for the locals, their arrival often means disaster.

The planets along the way can only pray that they don’t have any rare specialties with huge reserves.

Otherwise, the entire planet would be transformed into a mining planet on the spot, and everyone would be forced to become indentured slaves, which would be the least of their worries.

"Did you hear everything that happened just now?"

Romulus pushed open the door of the room, his eyes lingering briefly on a Callidus assassin who was trapped in a psychic stance, and then asked.

The assassin's figure appeared and disappeared in the light blue energy field, like a frozen statue.

In the room, Arthur and Ramses were already busy.

Karna still accompanies the angels and leads the artistic creation activities carried out after each battle to commemorate their achievements.

The two were helping to integrate a series of information. The room was filled with various documents and data boards, and the air was filled with a faint scent of incense and a cold metallic smell.

"heard it."

Arthur was standing in front of a rather large open space, sorting through stacks of trade certificates in his hands.

These letters of credit came from various Rogue Trader Dynasties, including versions signed by the Primarch and the Emperor—there were also those issued by the High Lords, but they obviously did not take a fancy to them.

With the time traveler's ability to materialize their souls, these rubbings are almost indistinguishable from the originals.

hum-

Arthur held up the sword blade, which glowed slightly, casting a soft halo on the certificates. He adjusted the angle attentively to ensure that the light and shadow of each certificate was consistent with the original.

Being exactly the same is not enough. These blood-stained certificates also involve some mystical connections. Fortunately, they can also use the power of the Emperor to complete this step.

"I must commend them. These Rogue Traders are more reliable than most imperial institutions."

There was a hint of emotion in Arthur's voice.

Honestly, after two years of intense expeditions, he increasingly felt that the commanders of this universe were so stubborn and self-righteous for a reason. False intelligence was constantly emerging, and you couldn't even tell whether it was a Chaos threat, a political struggle, or just some idle Imperial noble sending messages through Astropaths.

The time travelers have the ability to identify many things. A typical example is to use demons as sacrifices to make predictions, which are usually very accurate, but the locals do not have this condition.

In this case, it is far more reliable to trust yourself than to trust the so-called intelligence of the imperial agencies.

“But the trouble is also obvious.”

Ramses' voice came from the side.

He was gently poking the stilled Callidus assassin with his fingers, as if he was examining a delicate work of art. The assassin's body remained motionless within the psychic stance, only his ice-cold eyes retained the same coldness as before he was imprisoned.

"The frequent exchanges have resulted in an increase in the number of uninvited guests sneaking onto the ship."

Ramses said with a smile, not seeming to be troubled at all.

These female Callidus assassins can acquire abilities similar to those of shapeshifters in Western fantasy works through drugs and talents. They can even evade genetic testing and blend into groups such as the Dark Eldar and the Tau who have given up or do not have psychic talents.

Of course, when facing psychics, their performance seems a little powerless, and they are often defeated by various Ark Eldar prophets.

"The Four Great Constables are here."

Arthur responded without even looking up, his hands moving without a pause.

"I've already thrown the Vindicare over the ram and left it hanging. I don't like people using sniper scopes on us."

"The Qiusalis assassins were with the Untouchables given by the Rogue Trader. After learning that we were not influenced by the Untouchables, they remained silent. I have temporarily assigned them the responsibility of educating the Untouchables of the same origin as them."

The Untouchables, these humans whose warp projections are like black holes, are usually called Soulless.

They were brought here mainly to verify whether everyone's abilities would be affected by it. It turned out that these soulless people could not even suppress the soul projection created by Ramses.

So they took the opportunity to take care of these soulless people. After all, these humans with special souls were naturally hated by others, and most of them did not have a good life.

The Chiusalis Assassins usually recruited members from these groups.

"As for those Iverson assassins who needed special placement, I threw their placement chambers into outer space."

There was a hint of coldness in Arthur's tone. His companions tacitly allowed these members of the Assassin's Court to pass on information, but that did not mean they could act with impunity.

Iverson Assassin, a modified human who has undergone all kinds of transformations regardless of cost and side effects, can burst out combat power far exceeding that of ordinary Astartes in a short period of time.

In addition, the drugs mixed in it came from the dark technological age. It is not known whether there was a problem in the production process or it was just like that. It became extremely unstable and the whole person was a walking time bomb.

"May their colleagues be reliable."

After listening to this, Romulus nodded slightly and glanced around the room.

His gaze finally landed on the imprisoned Callidus assassin, and a faint smile played on his lips.

"It seems we have quite a few 'guests'."

The composition of this fleet is becoming more and more diverse.

"Of course, they also brought a lot of gifts."

Ramses grinned, then picked up the phase sword and neural crusher from the storage box.

"Necron technology is in hand, and our tireless laborers can begin their search."
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On the distant throne world of Terra, the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court was scratching his head as he looked at a report that had been delivered to him through some kind of warp ritual.

How come there is only one left?

(End of this chapter)