Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

"Let me think about it again."

Noah still had some concerns, because this was only a temporary solution and not a permanent cure.

Chapter 150 For the sake of the original body, give your brother a hand!

"Dagonus."

Zachariah Kersh stood on the bridge, staring at the planet outside the observation window, feeling inexplicably complicated.

The disaster that occurred decades ago almost destroyed both regiments.

The previous Chapter Master of the Blamers died in the Chaos invasion, and it was at that time that Zacharias was appointed as the Chapter Master.

The Soul Drinkers suffered heavy losses just like them, with two previous Chapter Masters killed and only a hundred or so survivors. If it weren't for some of their Battle Brothers carrying out missions in the Coronus Expanse, the Soul Drinkers would probably have been destroyed.

Therefore, Zechariah has always felt indebted to the Soul Drinker, and he has always wanted to make up for the Soul Drinker's losses and favors.

But it's a pity.

The Blamers themselves are poor, their chapter now numbering less than half of what it was in its heyday.

On the contrary, the Soul Drinkers, with their new home world and the support of the state religion, are said to have recovered from their previous painful experiences, and now even invite the Blamers to gather on their home planet.

Although the reason was unknown, the accusers were invited to come.

The main reason was that they owed the Soul Drinker a favor and could not refuse it no matter what.

Zechariah was ready to do whatever the Soul Drinker asked them to do to repay the favor.

"Captain Kesh, please proceed and dock at berth 23."

Following the guidance of the tower, the Blamer's fleet slowly sailed into the star port of Dagonus.

During this process, Zechariah saw many merchant ships traveling to and from the starport, as well as a huge defense fleet parked in space.

It would be a lie for Zachariah to say he wasn't envious. Even during the heyday of the Blamer's former home planet, it was far from as prosperous as Dagonus. No wonder the Soul Drinkers were able to recover so quickly.

If possible, Zechariah would have wanted the Rebuker to make Dagonus his home.

But unfortunately, this is not possible.

No matter how miserable the blamer's situation is, he will never go to the extent of seizing the home world of his brother troops.

After the fleet anchored at the berth, Zachariah took his honor guard and flew directly to the main hive of Dagonus on a Thunderhawk.

Under the guidance of ground communications, the Thunder Eagle slowly landed on the helipad outside the palace.

As soon as the assault slope was lowered and Zechariah stepped out of the Thunder Eagle, he saw an unexpected person coming to pick him up.

"Captain Zachariah."

Sarpedon, without a helmet, smiled and walked up to him and gave him a warm hug.

Such enthusiasm caught Zacharias off guard, but his attention was not on this at all. His eyes were fixed on the honor guard behind Sarpedon.

The Soul Drinker's Honor Guard has a total of twenty people, which is not a large group, but the most eye-catching thing is the power armor of this honor guard -

They were wearing Terminator armor, but not the common Indomitable Terminator armor, but the extremely rare Hades-type Terminator armor!

Zechariah recognized this type of Terminator Armor, but he had never seen the real thing before!

Although as a sub-regiment of the Imperial Fist during the Second Founding, the Accusers once had a few precious Hades-type Terminator armors in their arsenal, these powerful tactical dreadnought armors, which were regarded as holy relics, have always been used only by the most powerful battle-brothers in the regiment.

And in the wars of the past ten thousand years, the Accuser's Hades-type Terminator Armor had long been damaged and lost.

But what does he see now?

The Soul Drinkers were so extravagant as to use Hades-type Terminator Armor to form an honor guard, and there were twenty of them!

Even their parent group, the Imperial Fists, wouldn't dare to be so extravagant!

Zachariah stared at the Soul Drinker's Honor Guard and couldn't take his eyes off them.

No, man!

I know the Soul Drinker is rich now, but not this rich, right?

Did you rob Mars?

Sarpedon noticed his gaze and said with a smile:

"There are a lot of people here, let's go in and talk."

Zechariah realized his mistake and hid his shock in silence.

Sarpedon did not specifically observe Zachariah's expression, but he knew that Zachariah's eyes were always on his Honor Guard, staring closely at those Hades-type Terminator Armors.

Zechariah hesitated to speak several times, and Sarpedon knew what he wanted to ask. The current development of the situation was completely within his expectations. He deliberately let the Honor Guard come out to whet Zechariah's appetite.

Sarpedon left the Honor Guard outside, led Zacharias into the room, and asked directly:

"Zechariah, how many accusers are there now?"

Zechariah was silent for a moment, then he said in a low voice:

"Less than five hundred."

"So little?" Sarpedon was a little surprised.

"No mother planet is like this."

Zachariah laughed at himself, "And you know that the gene seed of the Accuser is flawed. Since the destruction of our home world, it has become increasingly difficult for us to train new soldiers, and we do not have enough resources to equip them."

The genetic defect of the Blamer Chapter appears in their sixth remodeling neural node. The purpose of implanting this neural node is to allow the Space Marines to take turns shutting down different areas of the brain to rest, thereby supporting them in long-term combat.

However, the Accuser's neural knot has serious defects, which will cause the Space Marines to fall into uncontrollable "Dorn's Darkness" symptoms.

The unfortunate victim would fall into a state of paralysis, with slack jaws, trembling limbs and blank eyes. For those who have experienced this, it has been described as a lucid dream or a living nightmare.

While being tormented by pain, they will experience one of the darkest moments in Dorn's life - the Fall of the Emperor.

Yes, the genetic defects of the Blamers are similar to those of the Black Rage, but it is hard to say who is worse off, the Blamers or the Blood Angels.

Blood Angels that have erupted in Black Rage are difficult to rescue. Once it breaks out on the battlefield, they will go crazy and be endowed with powerful combat power.

Although the Accusers who have been hit by the Darkness of Dorne can be saved after a long period of treatment, the priests can only give the Emperor's mercy to those battle brothers who cannot be saved. And once the Darkness of Dorne breaks out on the battlefield, the Accusers will have no way out.

Zacharias is a living example. In the battle when Chaos invaded the home planet, as the champion of the chapter, he should have protected the chapter leader, Quesia Ichabod.

However, due to the sudden Darkness of Dorn on the battlefield, he himself was left half-crippled, and the Chapter Master also died at the hands of the Alpha Legion.

Sarpedon was silent for a moment, then asked:

"You didn't try to ask for help from the parent group?"

“The parent group is also in a difficult situation.”

Zachariah sighed, "The Imperial Fists and the Black Templars each provided us with 100 sets of power armor, but it is still a drop in the bucket."

Speaking of this, Zacharias once again thought of Sarpedon's Honor Guard, and he couldn't help asking:

"Have the Soul Drinkers been fully restored?"

"Yeah." Sarpedon nodded.

Zachariah felt a little envious when he heard this. To be able to restore the full strength in just a few decades was definitely a treatment that most warbands did not have.

Zechariah asked:

"Were your power armors given to you by the Ecclesiarchy?"

Sarpedon said truthfully:

"No, we salvaged it from a space hulk."

Zachariah's breath stagnated, and he asked:

"how many?"

After asking, he felt a little regretful and sighed:

"I lost my temper. Just pretend I didn't ask."

Sarpedon shook his head and replied calmly:

"A total of 4 sets of power armor, all of which are MK200 models, in addition to sets of Terminator armor."

"Are they all Hades-type?"

"No, only 50 sets are Hades type, and the other 50 sets are Iron Cavalry type."

Sarpedon's words left Zechariah completely silent. Is this how the word 'only' is used?

And the total number is 100 sets, how can they be put together so well?

Zachariah hesitated for a long time. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Sarpedon, for the sake of the Primarch, I would like to borrow some power armor from the Soul Drinker."

He knew that this was shameless, he already owed the Soul Drinker a favor, and now he had to ask the Soul Drinker for resources. But he had to do this, for the continuation of the warband, his personal honor and disgrace could be abandoned!

"Okay." Sarpedon nodded.

"I will protect..."

Zacharias was choked for a moment. He had wanted to swear on his own honor, but he had not expected Sarpedon to agree so readily.

Sarpedon saw his confusion and said frankly:

"In fact, that's what I called you here for, Zachariah. Are you interested in making Dagonus the new home world of the Blamer?"

Zechariah was caught off guard by his question:

"Isn't Dagonus the homeworld of the Soul Drinkers?"

"Yes."

Sarpedon nodded. "But the Blamers can recruit new soldiers on Dagonus, or they can choose another planet as their home planet. All the resources you need to train new soldiers will be borne by the Soul Drinkers."

Zechariah saw through his plan:

"You want me to become an ally of the von Valancius dynasty, just like you?"

"right,"

Sarpedon said without hiding anything, "This is the only condition."

Zechariah asked calmly:

"Is that living saint so worthy of your trust?"

Sarpedon's face became serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"Without him, there would be no Soul Drinkers today."

Zechariah remained noncommittal. He had heard about the deeds of the Soul Drinker, and that living saint had indeed made an indelible contribution in this.

He also admitted that the conditions offered by the Soul Drinker were very generous, but this was after all related to the future of the chapter.

Moreover, Zechariah was more worried about another thing:

faith.

The State Religion believes in the Emperor, and the Accusers also believe in the Emperor, and both sides have equally firm beliefs.

But the difference is that the state religion regards the emperor as a god.

Although the faith of the Accusers worships the Emperor as a being above all mortals, they refuse to acknowledge his divinity and believe that their own Primarch Dorn enjoys the same status as the Emperor. They denounce the State Religion and those who blindly worship the Emperor as humble and foolish mortals.

Unfortunately, Noah is such a 'humble and foolish mortal', and he is the leader.

Sarpedon saw his concerns and took the initiative to suggest:

"Noah is in this palace. You can talk to him first."

Zechariah was silent for a long time, then nodded and agreed.