Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

"Commander, Lord Dante's ship has arrived."

The sound of weeping came through the communicator; Malakin was also waiting at the monastery gate.

Even though Malakin was also a chapter master, he would never dare to compare himself to Dante!

Putting aside the fact that his unit was merely a newly formed subsidiary, who was Commander Dante? As Baal's regent, he was one of the oldest Space Marines in the Imperium!

For a thousand years, before Malakin was even born, Dante's Grand Master of War had already been conquering the galaxy and killing enemies; now that they could finally meet, Malakin was truly excited.

The hatch opened.

A figure wearing a stunningly handsome golden mask emerged from the shadows, the light reflecting off his armor and creating a dazzling golden glow. Then, the Blood Angels' guard appeared.

"Chief Dante!"

Malakin strode forward, his expression slightly excited, stopped, and then pounded his chest in salute:

"Thank you for your trust."

"I naturally trust the loyal weepers, and the sons of Saint Jerace."

Dante nodded slightly at this moment. Even when meeting the leader of the Legion, he did not remove his mask. Except in the monastery, Dante always wore this mask in public.

For tens of thousands of years, almost no one outside the world has seen his true appearance; all that is remembered is the handsome face of Saint Geres under the golden mask.

As regent Baal and the patriarch of the Blood Angels, Dante may also be using this method to tell all the Blood Angels that Saint Geres has not left them.

At this moment, Malakin was also suppressing his excitement.

At this moment, he really wanted to tell Dante, the Grand Master in front of him, everything he knew, and to tell him that they had encountered an elder who had existed since the time of the Great Crusade!

That elder was incredibly mysterious and powerful. He possessed the sacred artifacts of Saint Gilles, and he even promised that Saint Gilles would surely return!

But these things cannot be said in this situation. Malakin glanced at the two judges accompanying him, and then led them into the monastery where the brothers of the warband prayed every day.

And right here, countless mourners knelt on one knee facing forward in prayer. All eyes turned to the center of the monastery, where the Mourners' Treasury had brought over a transparent reliquary, and inside that box, a feather floated silently.

It was a feather that seemed to shimmer with golden light.

Dante's steps came to a halt.

Judge Severin was taken aback for a moment.

Then her already intelligent brain began to work, and in that instant, she understood the whole reason—why the Weepers had to hide the whereabouts of this thing, and why the gene seed had to give way to it.

At that moment, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

At this moment, the young apprentice judge finally began to panic.

She felt the air on the bridge freeze for a moment, and looking around blankly, she saw that her teacher was also staring at the thing in front of her with a pilgrimage-like gaze!

That is……

A blessed feather of Saint Jejus?!

Boom boom boom!

If your hearing is good enough, you can hear the thunderous heartbeats of the honor guards beside the Blood Angels Mother Order, who are entering the monastery at this moment, almost boiling over.

As the son of Saint Geres.

When they saw that one glance, their souls and bodies felt that gentle power.

Saint Gilles.

It is a resonance that cannot be faked and is deeply engraved in the genes of every Holy Blood Angel!

Just as an infant can sense the presence of its mother in the dark, everyone who inherits the bloodline of Saint Gilles will experience an uncontrollable tremor in the depths of their soul when they approach the relics of the Primarch!

At this moment, the tremor was so intense that the invincible Holy Blood Guard almost lost their footing.

Their two hearts suddenly skipped a beat, and a surge of scalding heat rushed from their chests to their limbs.

The mortals who followed the judge into this place were also moved to tears upon seeing this thing!

In the human empire where state religions are now rampant, with the emperor being elevated to the status of a god-emperor, his offspring are naturally treated as sons of gods and secondary gods!

Many worlds have monasteries built for different Primarchs, but the monastery of Sanctuary is arguably the Primarch with the most monasteries in the human empire, second only to the Emperor!

This archangel, who gave his life for humanity, has been continuously remembered and mourned by people throughout these ten thousand years of darkness, and now his relics have appeared before us.

Someone knelt down, and this act seemed to trigger a chain reaction. Even the warriors of the Holy Blood Angels Honor Guard couldn't help but kneel down at this moment, looking at the sacred object before them with utmost piety.

"Is this the sacred relic?"

Dante's words were clearly elevated at this moment. He did not kneel, but still gazed at the pure white and intact Feather of Saint Jereth before him as if in a dream.

As a battle group leader, he was quite knowledgeable.

The mourners were incredibly excited when they first saw the feather, and although Dante was not as excited now, he was still delighted that they had found the treasure of Saint Geres, the father of genes.

So he asked, trying to verify if this thing was the one in their Star Language.

But Malakin did not answer; at that moment, he simply looked at the judges.

"Judge, this is what is stored in the secret chamber of the Weepers. For security reasons, I cannot have anyone lead you there, but I believe this also proves the loyalty of the Weepers."

"Of course...it's possible..."

Judge Declan was slightly alerted by this remark, but his gaze remained fixed on the sacred feather before him.

He seemed to see a light gently spreading outward from the feather, and under this light, he even felt that the nightmares and whispers that had long plagued him disappeared slightly.

At that moment, he turned around and looked at his disciple, who was sweating profusely. Her face, covered in fear and sweat, looked as helpless as a child's, but this also meant that she had deeply realized her foolishness.

So the old judge took a deep breath:

"The Lamenters Chapter, after a full-scale review by the Inquisition, is found to be unwaveringly loyal, genetically pure, and free from any trace of chaotic corruption or betrayal. Effective immediately, the Chapter is reinstated as a legitimate imperial entity, exempted from all genetic tithes incurred during its period of absence, all high-risk controls are lifted, and the fleet encirclement is terminated."

"You have not failed the glory of Saint Gilles, nor the expectations of the Emperor. The Empire will remember your sacrifice. Your chapter may now proceed to the nearest Imperial starport for rest and resupply. With my endorsement, the Ministry of the Interior and the Mechanicus will resume full equipment supplies to you."

After reading these words aloud, Judge Declan quickly ordered someone to complete the record and stamp it, and then hurriedly left the place with his students.

Being able to witness the legacy of Saint Gilles in this place is already considered lucky.

But then, the aged Grand Inquisitor realized that the feather of Saint Gilles must involve a far greater secret, one that no longer needed to be known by them, the demon inquisitors!