Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

After Xiao Yi reported to Lancelot that he had found three Astartes, the old man, who had been tormented by the battle and hadn't slept for several days, immediately got into his vehicle, the Leman Rustan, which had shone brightly on the battlefield, and rushed to the temporary camp where the 13th Regiment was located.

Accompanying him was Friedrich, the oil-loving guy in the red robe. His enthusiasm was certainly not due to being shocked by the appearance of the Emperor Angel.

His goal was simple: to do everything possible to uncover the secrets hidden within Xiao Yi.

The technology that allows him to alter the atomic structure of matter by consuming two corpse starch sticks is enough to make him a pivotal figure in the current Mechanicus.

If Xiao Yi's danger assessment level hadn't been so high, he would have been prepared to strap him to his own warship for closed-door research.

That's right, this guy has his own warship. If he hadn't insisted on going to the bottom nest to search for STC, he wouldn't have been ambushed and would have been forced to hide in the corpse starch factory, barely surviving.

Friedrich, who had devoted all his attention to Xiao Yi, temporarily handed over the warship to his student to manage, while he himself stayed in Xiachao.

Unfortunately, his research subject disappeared before he knew it.

When they met again, Friedrich had a perverted smile on his face as he stood in the line and quietly watched Xiao Yi.

The two hearts on the face display made the surrounding Imperial soldiers instinctively start to move away from this seemingly abnormal oil guy.

Xiao Yi could guess what the other party was generally thinking, but this kind of performance that was easy to misunderstand still made him unable to keep a straight face.

I really don't know why this guy who's lived for over a thousand years has such a rich range of expressions.

Another sage of the Mechanic Church that Xiao Yi remembered seeing, Dominic, always had a stern face, much like a real robot.

Fortunately, Friedrich's embarrassing performance did not last long. The heart on his facial display disappeared and turned into a green line, and he once again became the fearsome Martian sage.

Lancelot was not concerned about Friedrich's unusual behavior; all his attention was now focused on Karan and his two fighting brothers.

This is a genuine Imperial Angel, possessing immense power and holding a transcendent status in the eyes of ordinary citizens of the empire.

If they could gain their support, their family would stand out among the nobles of Bakda's Nest City, becoming the most dazzling among them, and might even have a chance to replace the good-for-nothing who was currently sitting in the governor's position and become the new governor.

As for the expedition to atone for their sins? Once they obtain the position of governor, they can go wherever they want, and no one will stop them.

The thought of this bright future instantly dispelled most of Lancelot's fatigue.

With a skill beyond his years, he leaped down from Leman Rustan, strode up to Kalan, and gave him a standard Imperial Eagle salute.

"Welcome, great Imperial Angels."

Karan looked at the brigadier general, who was exhausted but had to keep going, and gave him a warm smile.

"I heard from Xiao Yi about everything you've done. If it weren't for your and your soldiers' efforts, the entire Bakda Nest might have fallen into the hands of Chaos. Well done, Brigadier General!"

Upon hearing this, Lancelot was slightly taken aback. It hadn't been long since the message reached him, and he had arrived at the 13th Regiment's base.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yi had established a friendship with the other party in such a short time, which made Lancelot feel a little wary while he was impressed.

He sensed danger. The seemingly harmless man standing next to Astartes possessed considerable strength and prestige, and now he had established a close relationship with the emperor's representative in the eyes of ordinary people.

Lancelot dared not think too deeply about what terrible things might happen if he truly harbored ambitions.

The reason he was able to tolerate Xiao Yi was largely because he felt that even if a nobody who appeared out of nowhere had great strength and prestige, he couldn't go against his wishes.

In Lancelot's mind, his family were superior humans chosen by the emperor to govern this planet, and their noble bloodline meant they were born to be supported by the common people.

This is a classic example of aristocratic thinking, which holds that bloodline is above all else, and that those born into the lower classes should accept their status and be enslaved for life.

But now the situation is different. Thanks to the Imperial State Religion's efforts over thousands of years, both nobles and servants in Bakda have accepted the idea that the Astartes are the Emperor's representatives.

According to the theory of bloodline, Astartes who possess the bloodline of imperial offspring hold a higher status than any other noble.

In other words, if Xiao Yi really has ambitions, he could easily use Kalan's name to launch a rebellion, which would be another disaster.

All of this was Lancelot's delusion, because Xiao Yi simply couldn't understand his theories. In his eyes, the governor and the nobles living in Upper Nest were all the same.

If you can manage this planet well, you can continue. If you can't, I'm sorry, you'll have to die so that someone else can have a place.

They are all servants of the empire, differing only in rank.

Despite his mind being filled with various thoughts, Lancelot did not show any unusual behavior and continued to smile at everyone.

"As loyal servants of the Emperor, this is what we should do. Compared to the contributions the Blackfire Chapter has made to the Empire, what we are doing now is insignificant."

As he spoke, Lancelot began to sob in front of everyone.

"What a pity for those great warriors. If they were still alive, they would have killed even more enemies for the Empire."

Xiao Yi was absolutely certain that this guy wasn't as moved as he appeared; it was all just an act.

He stood quietly to the side, watching Lancelot's performance. Just then, the blue light that had been dormant within him for a long time suddenly became active, as if it had encountered something exciting.

However, it didn't last long and was quickly pushed back down by the other three guys.

"What's going on?" Xiao Yi frowned and muttered in a low voice.

Anything that pleases Tzeentch is definitely not a good thing; it seems I need to be on high alert these next few days.

Lancelot happened to see the change in his expression.

Is this guy expressing his dissatisfaction with my growing closer ties with the Blackfire Chapter?

Sure enough, he had some dangerous thoughts in his heart. The situation in Xiachao was stabilizing, and it seemed that he needed to find an opportunity to separate him from his troops. Only in this way could he ensure that there would not be a second Ivan.

Karan noticed the subtle change beneath the calm surface, but he couldn't figure out why this was happening, so he simply continued along with Lancelot's words.

"They all proved their loyalty to the emperor with their lives."

After exchanging a few more words, the group, each with their own thoughts, entered the temporary residence of the 13th Regiment.