This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 47 May the Emperor see only our achievements!

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The black sword swung upwards, directly lifting the Emperor's emblem on the Inquisitor's chest.

Almost everyone thought this was a veteran's zero tolerance for cowardice.

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Approaching the tip of the sword, the emblem was steadily delivered to Aglaia's sight.

"What is this?"

A majestic voice tore through the gray twilight.

The cold light cast down, and the matte sword blade made the emblem shine brightly.

The judge was stunned for a moment. When his eyes fell on the emblem, his excited and boiling spirit was like being poured with a bucket of cold water, and he calmed down in an instant.

Then she spoke in a low voice.

".This is the duty given to me by the Emperor."

"What is your duty?"

".Acting for the throne."

"What throne should you use as your representative?"

The sound was like a dull thunder, waking people up from nightmares.

"The throne agent, yes, I am the throne agent."

Aglaia looked at the golden emblem before her.

This is the symbol of power that the Emperor has bestowed upon the Inquisitors to act on the throne, but it also carries a heavy responsibility.

But now it is hanging on the neck of a weak person.

Hysterical, I forgot why I was standing there because of fear.

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Reaching out and holding the emblem, Aglaia breathed a sigh of relief.

The badge was not given to her to let her hesitate when she encounters difficulties. She should solve the problem!

Arthur silently retracted his sword and remained standing.

Karna took out a grape from somewhere and put it into his mouth, hiding his merit and fame.

"I'm sorry, Lord Romulus."

She had quite lost her composure.

Romulus shook his head slightly, indicating that it was okay.

Rubbing his face, Aglaia composed his expression, and then seemed to have made some kind of decision.

"My Lords, in the name of the Inquisition, I order you to provide me with a ship and an unlimited number of psykers. You can then decide whether to stay or leave."

She regained her seriousness, with an unprecedented firmness.

"What are you going to do?"

Romulus inquired.

"As a member of the Tracing Origin Order, I will personally travel to Pierrede to record this tragic history. If we need more military forces, I believe you will need this information."

Aglaia raised her head and looked at him, and Romulus saw a strong sense of mission in her.

Since we cannot prevent the disaster from happening, we should record it to warn future generations. No matter what kind of fog obscures history, we should trace its source.

This is the mission entrusted to the Order of Origin by the Emperor.

It must be said that these judges still have some professional ethics. At least now that they have recovered, they are not afraid.

Everyone present subconsciously looked at Romulus again, waiting for him to make a decision. A perfect command and an identity vaguely guessed by everyone made the warriors instinctively regard the traversers as the core.

"Do we need to wait?"

Romulus sought the opinions of the crowd.

"In other words, if we send out a distress signal, can we achieve sufficient combat power to cause a qualitative change within three months?"

Three months is the longest time, and it’s not a good idea to just wait.

"Pierrede is considered a remote sector in the Empire's classification and enjoys a high degree of autonomy."

Arabella said politely.

"So you mean we can't get there?"

Everyone was silent, which was considered as their agreement.

Well, it seems that everyone understands the efficiency of the empire.

Romulus already thought that they had overestimated these high lords, but he didn't expect that in these remote star regions, people would just exercise their own subjective initiative when encountering problems?
Everyone could see that the elder was very dissatisfied with the efficiency of the empire today.

This made the Black Templars even more suspicious.

After all, they were used to it and had no expectations of the Ministry of the Interior's efficiency, so when they thought about things, they never considered asking the Empire for help. 'What do you mean?'

Romulus asked in the time traveler channel.

"You are the brain, you decide."

'Then go?'

'OK. ’

For time travelers, crisis is both a challenge and an opportunity.

We originally planned to intervene in the development of major events. Even our teammates don't dare to go to this remote star area, so how can we talk about rushing to the big rift in the future?
The four of them had a brief discussion and made a decision immediately.

"Then let's go together."

Romulus replied simply.

"Those are the assets of our Void Father. We cannot let them fall into the hands of Chaos."

Tiberus then stated that as long as it was for the Emperor, it didn't matter where the Great Shark fought.

"The Black Templars' crusade never fails to achieve victory."

The priest of the Black Templar spoke before the marshal.

Almost at the same moment, the three Astartes Chapters reached a consensus.

Then everyone looked at Kaul.

This great sage, who remained silent from the beginning of the inquiry, his fleet will undoubtedly be the main force in the naval battle.

"The exploration fleet will head to the Pierrede star field, but the mechanical ark will not accompany it."

Cawl felt heavy resistance from the moment the fleet began moving towards Pierre, as if the warp was preventing him from reaching that planet.

It seems that even the Dark Gods do not want him to complete the research that has lasted for ten thousand years. The secrets on this Ark are enough to change the future.

But—why give up when faced with obstacles?
Chaos is trying so hard to stop him, and Om Messiah is supporting him, so shouldn't he go?

Kaul looked at Romulus.

His idea was simple: whatever these mysterious veterans chose, that would be his answer.

Because he believed that this was the guidance of Om Messiah.

Kaul knew very well what Om Messiah represented and who the person was who had given him the unprecedented mission ten thousand years ago, so he was certain that this was the guidance of Om Messiah.

After receiving the final response and reaching a consensus, everyone once again turned their attention to the saint from the center.

The priest of the Black Templar stared at the solemn sword guard with undisguised blazing eyes.

No one is afraid of death, and no one will give up challenging the chaotic enemy.

This made the time travelers subconsciously marvel.

Even though the empire is often portrayed as garbage, when it comes time to fight, there will always be heroes who will follow.

What can the time traveler do?
What should ancient heroes, who are expected by later generations, do?
'It's your turn.'

Karna glanced at Arthur.

He was born for occasions like this.

Arthur came up to the crowd with a solemn attitude.

In ancient times, warriors going to war would fight with weapons to show their intentions.

Surprisingly, although civilizations on Earth at that time were scattered all over the place, they all had such etiquette.

In this world, the first weapon to go to war was probably picked up by the Emperor.

The blade glowed with a crystal light, and the sword guard grasped the hilt and raised it high.

Everyone finally caught a glimpse of the gorgeous patterns and deep engravings buried under the dark colors, and the vague golden traces made people want to explore the meaning they contained.

Under the glow that touched everyone's soul, although they did not know the meaning of the words on the blade, their hearts instinctively called for victory.

Clang——

Everyone spontaneously raised their weapons.

clang--

The weapons clashed, bringing bright light to everyone and bringing out crisp echoes.

"In the name of the Emperor's warriors, we fear nothing."

"By sacred fidelity, we pledge victory."

"In the supreme glory of the Empire—"

The sword guard uttered a blessing.

“May all that sentient beings see be our achievements.”

(End of this chapter)