I am in Warhammer's Heartsteel

The Cologne Family Forward Base Command Center.

Warm light shines on the polished obsidian tabletop.

Elijah smiled and nodded to the reinforcements, saying, "Welcome, everyone. On behalf of the Coron family, I extend my respects to you all."

To his left stood Inquisitor Alonso, clad in expensive power armor. Judging from the psionic suppressor behind his head, he was a powerful psionicist. Behind him stood five Astartes monks clad in black armor.

The triangular skull emblem of the powered armor is highly recognizable.

Black armor covers his body, silver arms signify loyalty!

The watch will never cease, the hunt will never end!

It was clearly a Deathwatch killing squad.

On the other side stood six Astartes from the Lamenters chapter, their power armor shells stained with the Holy Tear emblem and alien blood. The leader, Chapter Master Malakin Forros, stood ramrod straight with his hands behind his back, his crimson eyes scanning the battle report on the table.

"...That's the situation on Gondor. The Necropolis is deep within the Butor mines, sealing a fragment of a Star God." Elijah took a sip of champagne, his gaze sweeping over the Weeping Legion and the others, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes. "After a series of fierce battles, I have no choice but to tighten my defenses and wait for you all to join me in taking down the Alien Tomb!"

Malakin couldn't stand it anymore and slammed his fist on the table, cracking the thick obsidian tabletop.

"Contract defenses?"

You withdraw your defenses to the edge of the Grandno Wastes, allowing the undead army to storm the Hestia's lair!

He could not tolerate Elijah's cowardly behavior.

Unlike most Astartes chapters that disregard human life, the Lamenters value the life of every citizen of the Empire.

In the Battle of Corellia, the Allied Ascetic Chapter, superstitious about the rumors of a curse on the Weeping Chapter, refused to participate in the war and abandoned them. To save the people of the Empire, the Weeping Chapter fought alone in Corellia, holding out for six weeks of bloody battle at the cost of almost total annihilation.

In the end, only two companies remained in the battle group.

In Slaughterhouse III, when other chapters treated ordinary people as worthless, it was the Lamenters Chapter that stepped forward, ventured deep into Greenskin territory, and rescued millions of Imperial citizens enslaved by the Greenskins.

They paid an extremely heavy price to achieve a Pyrrhic victory, and forged an evacuation defense line with their own flesh and blood.

Finally, the rescued civilians tearfully pleaded with the weeping crowd to retreat.

Otherwise, the group will be wiped out by those who wail.

The Battle of Badab was a tragic and bloody affair.

The Wounded Ones, who had been wrongly treated, were mistakenly accused of treason and were betrayed by the Tauren Chapter.

The court lightly decreed that the weeping should embark on a crusade of atonement.

Even at this point, the weeping people remained loyal and did not succumb to chaos; they still chose to stand in front of the civilians when the crisis came.

What loyalty!

Elijah abandoned the Hestia hive, which contained billions of imperial subjects.

Those who weep cannot bear even a little bit.

Malakin Forros wished he could lead his team to Hestia's Nest right now to cover the civilians' evacuation.

Elijah remained unfazed by Malakin Foros's accusations.

"Chaptermaster Forros, this is a tactical retreat. Besides, I have provided the Governor of Gondor with supplies and equipment, and I believe they are capable of resisting the undead. We have a more sacred mission."

"Protecting the people is our most sacred mission!"

"For the sake of the Empire, some sacrifices are necessary." Elijah's tone was firm, showing no regard for the chapter commander in front of him.

His status was already on par with that of the battle group leader.

In terms of logistics and political connections, many chapter commanders cannot ignore the power of the Koren family.

Not to mention that the Lamenters Chapter suffered heavy losses after several expeditions, and now the entire chapter has only a few dozen Astartes left.

Malakin Foros was called a battle group commander, but he was really just a company commander.

If they weren't still of some use, he wouldn't bother with this ominous fighting group at all.

"Feelings aren't something you sacrificed." Malakin took a step forward, his two-and-a-half-meter-long power armor completely obscuring Elijah's shadow. "The necromancer's Gauss weapons can blast people into atoms. What use is the little equipment you gave me? I'm taking people to support Hive City right now."

In the eyes of the weeping ones, the billions of imperial subjects are more important than the fragments of the Star God.

"I disagree," said Judge Alonso, who had been silent until now. "The most urgent task is to destroy the Necropolis. Without the Rebirth Protocol, dealing with the Necropolis on Gondor is only a matter of time. Most importantly, if the Star God Shards fall into the hands of the Xenomorphs or Chaos, the loss will not be limited to just Gondor."

Alanso paused, then said in an unquestionable tone, "The Star God fragments will ultimately be taken back to the Inquisition by me and handed over to the Empire!"

wishful thinking!

Although he thought this in his heart, Elijah concealed it well and did not show it on his face. Right now, he still needed the power of the Death Watch and the Lamenters, so he could only swallow his anger for the time being.

"Of course, all for the Empire." Elijah nodded with a fake smile and looked at Malakin Foros for his opinion.

Malakin Foros was not a blindly loyal fool; after weighing the options, he backed down.

"Those who weep will fight for the empire, but will never be stepping stones for the ambitions of others."

"Very good!" Alonso pointed to the sand table, "The Lamenters' Chapter, together with the main force of the Coron family, will launch a frontal assault on the tomb to attract and restrain the main force of the undead."

My Deathwatch Kill Squad will, under your cover, infiltrate the core area, carry out decapitation strikes, destroy the Rebirth Protocol, and ensure the safety of the fragments.

Elijah had no objection to this.

Let the stubborn and inflexible Weepers confront the undead head-on, while Deathwatch deals with the toughest bones, and he and his men wait for the right opportunity to strike.

As for who will ultimately own the fragments?

He was determined to win!

Malakin remained silent for a long time, his breathing heavy beneath his helmet.

"The Lamenter...accept the mission!"

The meeting ended unhappily as all parties harbored their own ulterior motives.

Malakin Foros returns to the temporary base and the Command Council's think tank divines the impending battle.

The think tank member sat cross-legged on the cold floor.

There were no icons, no incense, only the chill emanating from the metal walls and the distant hum of engines.

He took off his helmet, revealing his deeply lined face.

A deep scar runs across his left eye.

That's the price of going too deep into the subspace.

The think tank took a deep breath, closed its intact right eye, and used its blessed psychic energy to suppress the collar and regulate its breathing, its consciousness slowly sinking to the edge of the sea of ​​souls.

The voice of reality gradually faded away.

Engine sounds, footsteps, the hydraulic creaking of power armor joints…

Instead, echoes came from the subspace.

Whispers, shrieks, distant cries…

And the rumbling prelude to the tides of fate.

An overwhelming expanse of lush green.

Coldness, hatred.

In contrast, the dark red of the Weeping Ones' armor had faded, like embers extinguished by a downpour.

At the critical moment, a light as bright as molten gold burst forth, and the giant brought salvation from despair.

"Well!"

The sting pulled the think tank's consciousness back to reality!

Psychic backlash.

It is also a warning against excessive prying into one's fate.

His body trembled, his throat tasted sweet, and a metallic rusty flavor filled his mouth.

Malakin Forros quickly asked, "What did you see?"

"We suffered heavy losses in this operation," the think tank's voice drifted, carrying the unique hum of psionic energy, "but in the light that was like molten gold, I saw a giant bringing hope."

A shimmering light like molten gold?

A giant who brings hope?

Malakin almost reflexively recalled the golden warrior mentioned in the San Gilles scroll.

"Could it be that my father's will is manifesting here in another way?" Malakin murmured to himself, a fighting spirit mixed with a sense of tragedy and destiny rising in his heart.

If this sacrifice is part of the father's grand prophecy, then every drop of blood shed by the mourners will have even greater meaning.

"We will live up to the blood of Saint Gilles!!!"

……

The temporary base of the Iron Anvil Company.

Grove walked over to Dejan with the data tablet in his hand.

"Hey bro, I still don't know your name!"

Deyang shook the incense burner, mimicking a binary prayer for his weapon, hoping the machine spirit would be pleased and grant him unlimited ammunition.

"Spit it out if you have something to say."

Grove: "Due to our outstanding performance in holding the position, the higher-ups decided to transfer us to the auxiliary force to assist the angels in attacking the alien lair."