This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 33 This cult is quite powerful

"So what is the Tracing Order?"

Arthur and Ramses made eye contact.

"do not know."

Ramses looked at Karna.

Karna looked confused.

"All I know is the Holy Hammer, fighting rebellion, and resisting foreign aggression."

These three deal with demons, heretics, and aliens respectively.

"Actually, this order is quite powerful. Although not as strong as the three mainstream ones, it definitely has something."

Romulus, who was chatting with Aglaia, suddenly spoke in the connection between the four of them.

"Hmm? Tell me more about it."

Everyone was a little curious.

"Let's put it this way. This group's responsibility is to attempt to restore the history that has been passed down as myth since the founding of the Empire through methods such as reviewing materials, conducting field surveys, and trading with entities in the Warp."

"and then?"

"Then—the mythological history of the Empire will naturally be linked to the Primarchs, and this naturally includes the history of each Primarch's homeworld."

Romulus then emphasized again.

"Including Caliban, the homeworld of the Primarch Lion Jonson."

"Oh."

The three of them understood immediately, and looked at Aglaia, who was still alive and standing in front of them, with shocked eyes as if to say, "You are not dead yet."

This is actually a living person?
How strange.

The fact that the Tracing Origin Order still exists is considered a miracle by the time travelers.

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Aglaia, who was still trying to understand the character of the killing captain through words, frowned.

She didn't quite understand the way these tall warriors looked at her.

The surprise was like looking at a patient in the late stage of a terminal illness who was still alive and kicking.

Aglaia believed that she was in good health, and her stable biological psychic energy also gave her an extraordinary longevity.

Even though she has the innate ability to predict the future, she never comes into contact with demonic knowledge, but just uses the fleet and macro cannon to collect the history of various planets.

Aglaia sincerely believed that he would outlive his mentor, who was gradually sinking into madness.

Or did these Death Watch soldiers see something in her?
Could it be that her mentor really cast some kind of warp spell on her?
The young Inquisitor quickly fell into a state of self-examination, but could not find any problems.

Cold sweat gradually appeared on Aglaia's forehead.

As expected, I knew what that old guy was up to in Pierrede.

"Lord Romulus."

Aglaia's tone was full of sincerity and politeness.

"I hope the Death Watch can assist me in clearing this Ark of Machines of Dark Eldar, in the name of the Inquisition."

Romulus listened to the other party reiterating the demand to exterminate the Dark Eldar and instinctively sensed the trouble.

But before he could begin to form any rhetoric, the sound of metal scraping against ropes echoed from the elevator shaft.

Everyone's eyes were focused on it.

Aglaia could only swallow the words of persuasion helplessly.

click-

The moment the chain was tightened, the rapidly falling elevator stopped steadily in an empty cabin.

On the mechanical platform, a huge mechanical creature also stretched out its limbs.

As he approached, the time travelers truly realized why this great sage was classified as a behemoth unit on the desktop.

Compared to the culturally rich name of Great Sage, the giant in front of us should be called the Steel Behemoth.

"Is A okay?"

"Don't worry, everything is fine. Except for La Er, who is afraid of death and is wearing an iron cavalry, all yours are from the Hades that I have carefully compared the information on. There is absolutely no problem with the spray paint."

Romulus said to reassure everyone. "I can teleport whatever I wear to Hades."

Ramses muttered something, justifying his unsociable behavior.

"As for height, there's no need to worry about it. Primaris of this average height are rare among the Firstborn Space Marines, but they're not rare. Tiberus is even bigger than us, so if he wants to wear a Terminator, he can only get a Dreadnought."

Several people looked at the great sage who was so close to them with some curiosity, but Kohl didn't even look at them and naturally went to Tiberus.

"goods."

As he spoke, the machinery covering his entire body vibrated at a rather harmonious frequency.

Tiberus nodded to Captain Akia of the Third Company, who then dragged a huge black box out of the transport plane with several Sharks.

Phew!

The great sage inserted one of his limbs directly into the container with a very violent movement.

Seeing that both parties had entered into the transaction mode, the few people who were excluded restarted the unfinished conversation again, feeling all kinds of inexplicable emotions of being ignored.

"Greetings, Sister Archbishop. My name is Orlando, and I am the commander-in-chief of this expeditionary fleet."

Before the Inquisitor could speak, the Marshal struck his chest with one arm and saluted the nuns.

"Greetings, Marshal. My name is Arabella."

Arabella immediately returned the salute with the Sky Eagle salute.

"May the Emperor's light shine upon you and me."

Because they all share the same fervent belief in the Emperor as a god, the Black Templars have always maintained good relations with the Ecclesiarchy and are happy to fight alongside the Sisters.

After simply greeting the nuns, Orlando looked at Romulus.

He didn't remember that Deathwatch was so wealthy that they could equip a team in a remote star region with a Hades-type Terminator.

"I don't remember the captain of the Eternal Hunt Watch Outpost being named Romulus."

He said bluntly, his tone so stiff it sounded like a question.

"They were attacked by Chaos while exterminating the Dark Eldar on the edge of the Pierrede Sector and have been completely wiped out. You can consult Sister Arabella for the details."

"Pharmacist Shivris Gage fought until the very last moment, allowing us to recover some of the gene-seed."

Romulus replied.

"There are no Black Templars among them."

"Are you still going to fulfill your mission to provide support to Pierrede?"

Marshal Orlando tactfully avoided the topic.

"of course."

Since we are here, we all planned to go there anyway, otherwise those people on the boat would have died in vain.

"We can go together."

Orlando nodded, and the candlelight swayed gently with his movements.

"Is the White Shark loyal to the Empire?"

"nature."

The Marshal invited seriously, "Can you let the Carcharodon Regiment join the operation?"

Are all sons of Dorne like this?

Romulus was somewhat amazed at Orlando's low emotional intelligence, and then he was surprised that such a person actually knew to avoid the topic of gene seeds.

And if you want me to fight Tiberius, just say so.

You let a nominal Death Watch captain persuade a chapter master in front of everyone. Even if the chapter master wants to go, he can't.

"You can extend the invitation to the White Shark yourself."

He replied politely.

"Ok."

Orlando nodded seriously.

The stereotype is reinforced again.

　ps: Py my friend’s new book.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)