Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

You want to get involved in other people's son's meeting. Are you seriously ill?

No, this isn’t the first time Old K has gotten involved.

Many years ago, when the Sons of Dorne held the Feast of Blades, Old K sent the World Eaters to intrude. This time it will most likely be the same tactic!

No, we can’t let Old K harm Dagonus!

Change positions!

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Dagonus, throne room.

The von Valanciennes dynasty was fully prepared for the once-a-century feast among the sons of Dorne.

The spires of the Upper Nest were dotted with giant halberds as tall as a knight, engraved with the coat of arms of the Imperial Fist and various Imperial successor groups.

The cargo ships in the spaceport were cleared, and only designated berths were allowed to berth and transport cargo. All other ports were opened to the Imperial Fists' successor groups, and the throne hall was used to receive these Space Marines from afar with Jeanna's permission.

This is a great honor to host more than a dozen or even dozens of war groups at one time. Others will not have this opportunity to host it!

When Noah arrived at the throne hall, it was already packed with hundreds of Space Marines from various chapters wearing power armor of various colors. They all came to attend the Blade Feast.

Each of them is the company champion or even the chapter champion of their respective chapters, because only the champions who participate in the Blade Feast are qualified to participate in such a banquet.

As one of the few mortals, Noah's arrival undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention, especially since many of them knew Noah.

Noah searched for his target in the crowd and walked quickly towards Sarpedon, who was having a pleasant conversation with Vladimir Pug, the Grand Master of the Imperial Fists.

"Sir Noah." Vladimir smiled and nodded at him.

"Sarpedon,"

Noah asked, "Can we change seats at the Blade Feast?"

Vladimir was slightly stunned. Why did they change positions?

Sarpedon was also stunned for a moment, but did not ask the reason, and asked directly:

"Okay, where do you want to move to?"

"Find an uninhabited world. Isn't there a garden world under the rule of the dynasty? We can just move there."

Vladimir frowned and asked:

"Sir Noah, has something happened?"

He didn't think that Noah didn't welcome them, otherwise it wouldn't be as simple as asking them to change locations, and he wouldn't have told them to find an uninhabited world.

Noah did not hide:

"I have received intelligence that the World Eaters may attack this Feast of Blades."

Don’t ask where the information came from. The only thing you know is that the emperor told you in a dream.

World Eater!

The faces of the Space Marines around them all darkened.

If you were to ask who the Imperial Fists had the worst relationship with, it would undoubtedly be the Iron Warriors.

If you ask who ranks second, it must be the Alpha Legion.

As for the World Eaters, during the Legion era, the relationship between the Imperial Fists and the World Eaters could not be said to be bad, it could only be said to be very good.

Before the Horus Heresy, the two Legions fought side by side for a long time.

Sigismund, the first Grand Marshal of the Black Templars, also became close friends with Khârn of the World Eaters, and they even called each other sworn brothers.

As an Imperial Fist, Sigismund often entered the dueling cage aboard the World Eaters' flagship, the Conqueror, to participate in duels. He spent more time on the Conqueror than on the Phalanx, and even duelled with the World Eaters' Primarch Angron.

It was also during that period that he earned the nickname 'The Black Knight'.

But ever since the World Eaters joined the traitors' camp, their impressions of each other have changed dramatically over the past ten thousand years?

Now that they suddenly heard that the World Eaters were going to attack Blade Feast, it would be strange if they looked happy!

If the World Eaters really want to invade, it would be completely reasonable for Noah to change his position. After all, no one wants their home planet to be ravaged by chaos.

Vladimir took the initiative to suggest:

"Why not switch to the world of death?"

In this way, the losses can be minimized.

Noah thought for a moment and said:

"Let's just go with the Garden World. One or two planets won't make a difference."

After all, it is a fraternity of the Imperial Fists, so we have to give it some respect. It would be a bit rude if we were to move to the Death World.

What's more, there is no death world in the world ruled by the dynasty!

"..."

Vladimir hesitated to speak. What do you mean one or two planets don't matter?

Noah didn't give him an explanation, but pulled Sarpedon aside and asked:

"How much power armor do we have in stock right now?"

"12000 sets of MK4, and 800 sets of Terminator Armor, half each of Iron Knight and Hades."

Noah heard this and said directly:

"Give me 4000 sets and 400 sets of Terminators, half of each type."

To avoid being missing for decades again, he wanted to leave some things on the ship in case of emergency.

"it is good."

Sarpedon nodded, still not asking the reason.

Chapter 168 Old K is really gentle, He is so real, I cry!

Europa VIII.

This is an inconspicuous garden world under the rule of the dynasty.

Viewed from space, the surface appears verdant and covered with dense jungle.

It contains a wide variety of native flora and fauna, unparalleled beauty and largely unexplored natural scenery. But despite the planet's beautiful scenery and tranquil environment, worrying concerns still hang overhead like loose threads in a beautiful tapestry.

Dozens of warships from various successor chapters of the Imperial Fists were parked in the planet's geostationary orbit, and Thunderhawks and other vehicles transported thousands of Space Marines from various chapters to the surface.

Then, these civil engineering guys immediately started their old business -

Graying.

Despite the crude conditions, the Space Marines managed to complete the mission in just one month.

Using the existing conditions and the materials transported from space, they built a huge and solid fortress, and did their best to install all the defensive weapons they had at hand in the fortress to defend against any possible attack.

At the center of the fortress was the Battle Cage built for the Feast of Blades. This ceremonial arena was supposed to be the centerpiece of the Feast of Blades, but due to time constraints, the Imperial Fists did not have time to finesse it, so it was simply designed as an ancient Roman amphitheater.

Thousands of fully armed Space Marines sat on the high platform of the arena, waiting to watch the battle between the champions of various chapters.

Robot servants moved among the crowd, carrying heavy plates and trays filled with wine.

Cherubim and servo skulls flew overhead, some holding incense burners emitting thick blue smoke, while others played celestial music that changed with the mood of the crowd.

Cassia asked:

"Will they really come?"

"Maybe."

Noah gave an ambiguous answer.

He didn't know whether the World Eaters would come, but he knew that Old K would definitely be watching the battle.

You want to ask why?

Veil Thickness:8.

Although Noah can pull the thickness of the veil to 0, it is meaningless.

There are no signs of any Warp rifts or even Warp pollution around. The thickness of the veil is purely caused by Khorne's forceful invasion of the real universe to watch the battle.

Even if Noah returns to zero, Old K will not give up, but will invade the real universe again, so Noah is too lazy to compete with Old K.

"Nono."

Noah asked, "What's going on?"

Nuonuo shook his head slightly:

"The fleet's auspicious instruments have not detected any abnormalities for the time being."

The Feast of Blades is a once-a-century feast, and each participating warband will send out ten of its best champions. Usually, the warband leader will lead the team himself, but if he is unable to leave due to the war, the captain or priest will take over.

If a Chapter is unable to attend the feast for some reason, they can also ask another Chapter with which they have a good relationship to take their place.

However, not all chapters will participate in the Feast of Blades. Some are unable to attend due to long distances or urgent war situations. Some are not separated from the parent chapter or other daughter chapters of the Second Founding, but are directly created from gene seeds and have little connection with the parent chapter. They will not participate either.

But even so, in the hundreds of previous Blade Feasts, there were at least 12 warbands participating.

And this time is the largest in ten thousand years, with a total of thirty war groups participating in this Blade Feast!

During these ten thousand years, apart from those chapters that had long been destroyed, disappeared, could not be traced back to their origins, and those that had fallen into Chaos, there were only about thirty Imperial Fists chapters surviving. In other words, almost all the remaining Imperial chapters were here.

With such a feast, it’s no wonder that Lao K would come to watch it so eagerly!

Thirty stones, who can withstand this?

Vladimir, Sarpedon and the captain of the Iron Knights looked at each other, and the two behind them nodded slightly.

The number of people who came was far beyond their expectations. This feast was supposed to be hosted by the victorious chapter of the previous Blade Feast, but now only Vladimir, the Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists, was qualified.

"Children of Dorne! My brothers! Now we must end our feast and demonstrate our fighting prowess!"

Vladimir stood up and shouted, "Who will fight in the arena?"

The Astartes raised their war cries, all hoping to win glory for their Chapter.

But no matter what, the protagonist of the first battle has already been decided, and no one will fight for it.

Two burly Space Marines entered from both sides of the cage and walked into the center of the arena. They were not wearing power armor, but the same shell armor as the 10th Company Scout Troopers of the Chapter.

It was a simple outfit, with a tunic and gilded skirt, chest plate, armored power fists, and combat boots forming the overall armor. There was no helmet, and the forearms and thighs were exposed.

Their carapaces all bore the colors of the Imperial Fists as a sign of unity, one of their pauldrons was the ancient yellow of the VII Legion, the other bore the colors and insignia of their respective Chapters - the Iron Knights, the Soul Drinkers.

The former are the winners of the previous Blade Festival and have always been qualified to fight in the first battle. Their opponents are often the Imperial Fists, and the first duel between the sub-group and the parent group is used to highlight the original intention of the Blade Festival itself.

Although the Imperial Fists were replaced by Soul Drinkers this time, it was for the same purpose - unity.

They are all sons of Dorne, and the unity of the sons of Dorne is indispensable!

"Noah."

Noah turned his head and looked at Sarpedon who was walking towards him. Beside him, there was another Space Marine.

His armor was covered with the Holy Seal of Purity, and the white outer armor symbolizing the Confessor was inlaid with pure gold carvings. Above the angelic armor, he wore a death mask: the top of his skull was painted with white powder, and his eyes were modified with deep black eyeshadow, symbolizing that he was the Death Angel of the God-Emperor.

Sarpedon sat down next to Noah and introduced:

"Gerald de Rodefort, Chapter Master of the Knights Hospitaller."

"Your Excellency Saint Noah."

Rodford did not take off his mask, but respectfully performed the Sky Eagle Salute to Noah.

Noah also stood up and returned the greeting, recalling the information about the Knights Hospitaller in his mind:

As descendants of Dorne, the Knights Hospitaller and the Black Templars are very similar.

They were all expeditionary fleets, and all showed disdain for the Codex Astartes.

Moreover, the Knights Hospitaller, like the Black Templars, is one of the few Space Marine chapters that recognizes and worships the Emperor as God. They have always maintained close ties with the Ecclesiarchy, and often even acted as its agents.

Sarpedon Road:

"I signed an alliance with Rodford to provide the Knights Hospitaller with one thousand sets of MK4 power armor, 10 sets of Hades Terminator armor and sets of Iron Knight Terminator armor. In return, they must respond unconditionally when the Soul Drinkers or the von Valancius Dynasty are in danger."