Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

Yifeng's tall figure appeared at the end of the corridor. If he hadn't been wearing an ordinary Terminator armor, the Scythe of the Emperor warriors would have thought he was an Imperial Guard.

Before Yifeng appeared, everyone had speculated on the appearance of this warrior. This mysterious chapter leader was a space warrior from the Great Crusade. The idea that he came to the present after traveling in subspace was recognized by most people.

This is not something that has never happened before. On the contrary, it is happening all the time. How can a warrior who is not the chosen warrior of the Emperor and has experienced hundreds of battles expel a great demon of Khorne?

But I didn't expect him to be so... so forward?

The company commander of this Scythe of the Emperor force, and the only "eldest son" among the 23 Primaris Space Marines, Captain Dovlite led the soldiers forward to greet Chapter Commander Yifeng.

("Eldest Son" is the name of the first batch of Primaris Astartes to enter the battlefield. After ordinary Astartes are transformed into Primaris Astartes, they will be called "Ascendants" or "Ascendants", Xiang Yifeng If it is directly created, it will not have a name.)

"Welcome, brothers who have come from afar, please take a seat. I'm sorry for being late." Yifeng spoke first. There is no reason for guests to come to the door to greet the host.

"Hello, I am Captain Dovlit of the Eighth Company of the Emperor's Scythe Chapter."

The two parties were polite for a moment and then sat back in the conference hall.

"Captain Yifeng, I have really admired your name for a long time. Even though we are in the Obscure Star Realm, we have heard about the battle between you and your chapter against the forces of Khorne."

"Don't dare to take it, don't take it. Both horns were cut off before the enemy came. The three war groups worked together to drive the injured demon back to the subspace. We are just lucky." Damn Angel of Dawn Chapter , do nothing and say nothing.

"Only the strong are qualified to talk about luck. The Emperor will bless us. I wonder...what problem did you and the soldiers go out to deal with just now? Do you need our help?"

You still like to talk about things, right? OK, you like to talk about things, so of course we are not in a hurry.

"It's not a big problem. The Mechanicus discovered a creature suspected of being a Tyranids mothership on an ocean planet."

"That's a big problem. What are the results of the investigation?"

"It's nothing, just some super-large native creatures. I took a bite." The Astartes smiled knowingly.

"Captain Yifeng, it's better to be cautious. Our war group once suffered huge losses due to the invasion of Tyranid Zerg."

"I've heard that, great warriors, your tenacity is intimidating to the enemies of the Empire. I saw that your strike cruisers suffered heavy losses, and they must have been evacuated from the harsh battlefield."

"Yes, thanks to the help of your chapter, we have just had a fierce exchange of fire with the traitors of the Thousand Sons from the Calixis sector. Unfortunately, the enemy has too many psykers, and it is difficult for our think tank to deal with it. , our company suffered huge losses."

"I can understand that we used to be three battle groups fighting together, but in the end only four of them survived."

"Speaking of this, Captain Yifeng, I have something that I don't understand. Please help me clear it up."

"Since brothers have doubts, we will naturally tell you everything we know."

"Why did you expel and kill all the members of the state religion? This is the foundation of the empire."

Like a veteran cadre, Yifeng took a sip of tea and smacked his lips.

"The foundation of the Empire has nothing to do with the national religion. The foundation of the Empire lies in the great Emperor. We are all the Emperor's swords. We will cut where the Emperor tells us to cut. Your Chapter has a long history. The first generation of warriors can even be traced back to During the Great Crusade, you must have known that the Word Bearers knelt before you and the Emperor in the ruins of the Perfect City."

"What Captain Yifeng said is true," Dovlett paused, obviously trying to adjust his tone, "but now and then, the current empire needs the support of the national religion's beliefs to ensure the loyalty of the people."

"Hahahahahaha, Captain Dovlett, do you want to think about what you are talking about? Look at every enemy counterattack. When is it not Chaos eroding those so-called loyal worlds? When is it not their spies collecting We have obtained complete information but you were still kept in the dark until the arrival of the Chaos army. Do you still think that the religious teachings of the state religion are useful?"

"But you have to admit, Captain Yifeng, most of the living saints come from those who devoutly believe in the emperor. Among them, most of the living saints are battle nuns of the state religion."

"You are right, Captain Dovlett, the Emperor will respond to those who call them deeply, but you see the Emperor is giving revelations to all living saints, whether in dreams or from other sources. Among them, how many of them want to vigorously develop religion?"

It seems that this is the truth. The revelation received by the Living Saint seems to be either where to fight, or which side of the fight should be supported.

Many decisions seem to be made based solely on loyalty to the Emperor and other unknown choices.

"Captain Dovlett, people have no ability to distinguish between loyalty to the Emperor and loyalty to the state religion, so we should help. You know very well that the Emperor advocates reason."

Even though the members of the state religion are talking nonsense, there are many Astartes who do not believe in the state religion. Some ancient sub-groups, such as the sub-groups of the second and third founding armies, and their parent groups have a large number of people who believe in the truth of the empire.

only......

"Captain Yifeng, with all due respect, your blatant behavior can be regarded as rebellion. At least it is established that you attack loyal personnel without any reason."

"That's wrong. I am very loyal to the Emperor. I am happy to pay the tithe, and I am also happy to use cannons to blast the inquisitors who are looking for trouble. Let me ask you a question, what would you do according to the general process?"

"Initiate an interrogation investigation and ask the Astartes to take you back to the core area of ​​​​the Human Empire and conduct a trial on whether you are guilty or not."

"Do you think that now that you have time to launch an investigation, there is still a war group that can take the time to take care of me."

"The war will end."

"Yes, I hope those useless high lords can remember these border areas at that time. Oh, I'm sorry, the son of Chagatai Khan speaks more directly, please don't take it seriously. In addition, I don't believe all the white scars. The Emperor is a god, and many of you sons of Guilliman don't believe it. There is no need to refute it, this is a fact."

The warriors of the Emperor's Scythe were furious, especially at the Chapter Master's attitude. The Red Torrent Chapter is already very similar to the Huron except for paying taxes and not having more than a thousand personnel.

The Huron Pirate King, to put it simply, is in the Empire's key battlefields such as the Maelstrom Sector. As a leader, Huron said that it is difficult for me to hold on to these few people and materials. The Empire said that the landlords have no food left, so you will make do with it. Bar.

Huron adopted methods such as increasing the number of Astartes and violently resisting taxes to collect resources and increase combat power to build the Maelstrom Sector into a powerful military region.

The Maelstrom Sector is stable and the Empire is no longer in business. They sent people to check out the situation. Why can't they collect taxes?

There was more friction as time went by, and Huron was forced to rebel, and after a few battles he surrendered to Chaos.

Now there are two major forces of Chaos. Those who defected to Chaos during the Legion period were basically in the Black Legion under Abaddon. Those who betrayed the Empire due to various reasons during the Warband period were basically popular pirates under the Pirate King Huron.

After the 23 Primaris Space Marines chatted with Yifeng for a while, they returned to their own battleship and began to discuss something.

Sisyphus, the only remaining think tank in the company of Emperor's Scythe, was silent for a long, long time. It was not that he did not want to speak, but that he fell into the spiritual illusion of prophecy.

We have said before that psykers are almost classified by ability faction. This think tank's ability is prophecy, which is why he stood at the back during the war and was not killed.

Sisyphus felt the biting cold brought by the cold wind and smelled the smell of blood in the air. He struggled to open his eyes, feeling as if his eyes were stuck with thick blood, and his vision was blurry.

The experienced old think tank immediately realized that he was in a prophecy.

He struggled to open his eyes wide. Every prophecy was a very vague hint, and he had to get as much information as possible.

The surrounding strong wind blew against him like a knife, and he felt endless pain, but there was also a ruthless coldness in it.

Sisyphus seemed to realize something and raised his head with all his strength.

The cold sun hung high above, and the experienced think tank immediately realized what this meant.

Emperor.

The cold sun suddenly began to change. The spherical sun slowly "opened", like a piece of paper wrapped in a spherical material. This curtain-like existence is disguised as the cold sun, emitting exactly the same light.

Horror, great horror! Think tank Sisyphus fell into great fear. What does this mean? Is the person sitting on the golden throne now a fake emperor?

The curtain slowly fell off the ball. It slowly opened and began to float upward. Its reverse side was red, the color of abnormal blood.

Just when Sisyphus fell into extreme fear and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, the cold sunlight shone on his face again.

The sun is still there. After the curtain is removed, the sun is still hanging high on it, safe and sound.

Sisyphus gradually felt relieved, which seemed to mean that the emperor had some cover or disguise to protect his true self.

More and more blood flowed from the camouflage curtain, like a waterfall. The rays of the cold sun suddenly became dazzling. Sisyphus felt as if he was facing a volley of light spears from an Emperor-class battleship, and the intense light made him lose consciousness.

Sisyphus woke up, touched the solid ground below, and finally relaxed slowly.

This is a very important prophecy and must be reported to the Chapter Commander immediately. Captain Dovlett cannot decide on such a major event.

Dovlett Company...where am I?

Surrounded by a completely unfamiliar environment, he was in an extremely empty hall, with tall pillars and extremely high ceilings, covered with exquisite paintings and decorations.

The floor is made of precious fine gold, and is covered with gorgeous carvings, showing a graceful and luxurious style. The entire area is extremely vast, and it feels like hundreds of warriors wearing Terminator armor can stand on it.

In front of you are tall golden steps...huh? Wait, is it so clear?

The Sisyphus Think Tank seemed confused. Was this being transported through subspace? The body's senses are very clear, completely unlike the fuzzy perception in the prophecy state. The touch of the skin is also very sensitive. The connection with the power armor is also back. The self-examination of the power armor starts after one thought. The body is completely normal, except... .....I don’t know how I got here.

Suddenly he remembered what a great think tank described in ancient books.

Dislocation in time and space! This is a time and space dislocation. I actually have the opportunity to fall into a successful time and space dislocation environment in this life!

This is a prophecy that top-notch prophetic psychics would find difficult to enter even in their entire lives. In other words, this is not a prophecy at all, but a real fragment of time and space.

So here, Sisyphus suddenly looked up. Is this the Palace of Terra? The great golden throne, the great emperor who has protected the world for ten thousand years, sits high... Is there nothing on the golden throne?

A bone-chilling chill enveloped Sisyphus, and the terrifying psychic pressure that should have existed had completely disappeared. No wonder the think tank didn't feel anything unusual at first.

The Emperor is gone!

Sisyphus looked around in panic, but there was no pillar! On the adamantine floor, no! Ceiling, no! On the steps...

Suddenly, he saw Yifeng's figure. Sisyphus almost didn't recognize the Red Torrent Chapter leader he had just seen. His momentum seemed to be completely integrated into these steps, making Sisyphus completely He was not found.

At this time, Yifeng was wearing a Terminator armor that he had never seen before. Inside the golden shoulder armor were the battle group emblems of sickle and hammer. It was still painted in crimson and white stripes, but this armor It is extremely thick and huge, and is decorated with various metal decorations, perhaps some holy objects, because the faint spiritual energy fluctuations coming from it surprised even Sisyphus. Yifeng did not wear a helmet, and the helmet with long pheasant feathers was pinned to his waist by Yifeng.

This is simply, simply like the armor of destiny of Regent Guilliman.

The chapter leader was sitting on the steps next to the throne, and his body was connected to unknown pipes. It was unknown where those pipes were connected, but they were in the blind spot of the think tank's field of vision anyway.

Yifeng's expression was extremely painful at this time, and he was twitching as if he had lost consciousness, and his facial features were almost twisted together.

At this time, Yifeng also discovered this think tank and struggled to speak out.

"Si~Sifus~Department Master, why...why are you here."

Sisyphus was shocked and confused. This was obviously the future, but where had the emperor gone?

"Yi..."

Before Sisyphus could finish his words, a dazzling light appeared from the Golden Throne, and the rift in the subspace was opened. The light coming out of it was not the usual strange and unspeakable red color, but the familiar color of this think tank. Cold light.

Sisyphus couldn't help but kneel down. A great man with a rich body returned, and strong light filled the think tank's wide-open eyes.

Sisyphus lost consciousness. In the dazzling light that could not distinguish anything, he vaguely heard Yifeng say: "Psychic energy is still... mechanical."

Subsequently, the think tank completely lost consciousness.

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Let's go back in time twenty minutes.

During the fierce quarrel between the 23 Primaris Astartes of the Emperor's Scythe, Captain Dovlit was very irritated. He was undecided, so he looked at the think tank with the ability to predict.

He noticed something strange about Sisyphus's think tank and quickly asked everyone to quiet down.

"No one is allowed to speak, Old Wolf, go and guard the door. The Sisyphus Think Tank is trapped in a prophecy."

The entire battle group fell silent, Think Tank's whole body was shaking, his eyes all turned white, and psychic lightning flashed from his eyes from time to time.

"Emperor...horror, great terror~terrible". The think tank was murmuring, but everyone present was an Astartes, and they all clearly heard Sisyphus' murmur.

Thinker Sisyphus's eyes were bleeding with blood, his spiritual energy was running rampant throughout his body, and he was on the verge of losing control.

All the Emperor's Scythe warriors were at a loss for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, the think tank calmed down, as if it was in danger of escaping, and the whole group's hanging hearts gradually relaxed, and then lifted up again as time passed, like riding a roller coaster.

One minute has passed, two minutes have passed, five minutes have passed...

The think tank never woke up, and the soldiers were discussing in low voices whether to seek help from the think tank of the Red Torrent Chapter.

But Think Tank Sisyphus suddenly spoke, "That person just now, he, he is in the palace, with the emperor..." Think Tank Sisyphus' whole body trembled, as if he was speaking with all his strength. these pictures.

His eyes were still completely white, and he still hadn't woken up from the prophecy state, but he shouted these words loudly and like a roar.

This was shocking news. If the meeting with Guilliman was considered a chance, but the meeting with the Emperor would be a very terrifying scene.

The Emperor has been sitting on the Golden Throne for a long time. The treacherous and evil people will not be escorted under the Emperor's throne. Only those commanders who commanded apocalypse-level battles and won, and those who have established unparalleled achievements may be able to meet him. Emperor.

Captain Dovlett knelt beside the think tank. He didn't know what to do, so he could only let him lie down as comfortably as possible.

"No, no no no, no no no, that is, that is the living emperor."

The think tank stopped. He was covered in blood and bruised. But everyone’s attention is not on the think tank, anyone alive? Emperor?

Everyone does not believe this is true. It must be the erosion of Chaos Demons. It must be those evil warp creatures pretending to be emperors that have eroded their think tanks. It must be the conspiracy of the Thousand Sons and Tzeentch. They deserve death.

But what if, what if this is true? None of the soldiers dared to imagine it, but their minds could not stop sliding towards this possibility.

This prediction was so outrageous that everyone thought it was wrong.

Sisyphus came to his senses and said in a weak voice, "I saw a prophecy, an unprecedented prophecy."

He tremblingly raised his blood-stained arm and grabbed Captain Dovlett.

"Company commander, be careful... treat it with caution, I can feel it~~ I feel it, it doesn't seem to be fake, Yifeng~~ Hehe, he is the key person..."

"I understand, brother Sisyphus, have a good rest and we will discuss this later when you recover."

Sisyphus was helped down and cared for, but the atmosphere at the scene became even more depressing. Primaris Astartes have the ability to think in multiple lines, but thinking too much about this kind of thing will make it difficult for them to make a decision.

Faintly, the war group was divided into two factions.

One faction thinks it must be a plot by the enemy, but why would Chaos send out this plot? The enemy wants us to think that the leader of the Yifeng Chapter is a key figure in the future, but in fact he is the key candidate for Chaos.

The other faction insists on trusting the judgment of the think tank. They have basically been saved by this gifted prophetic think tank. They insist that they cannot wrongly accuse any Astartes who may be loyal and must wait until the think tank wakes up. Make another decision.

Captain Dovleet could not make a decision. Once suspicion arose, any explanation would turn into an excuse. Dovleet carefully recalled the previous conversation with Yifeng.

"Okay, everyone, stop arguing. Everyone takes turns to guard the think tank. Brother pharmacist, please take care of Brother Sisyphus. We will discuss it after he wakes up."

The entire Scythe of the Emperor team was once again on alert, even more nervous than when they were fighting Chaos.

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Yifeng is much more cautious than the Scythe of the Emperor Chapter. These Scythe of the Emperor warriors must not act alone. The soldiers must keep an eye on them, and at the very least there must be surveillance cameras.

Yifeng ordered that the entire battle group enter a state of preparation for war, ensuring that at least one weapon is at hand.

The side of the battle barge facing the opponent's strike cruiser remains ready to fire macro cannons and torpedoes at any time.

With all attention on the Scythe of the Emperor's ships, the system's security force at Mandeville Point has dropped significantly.

No one noticed that a dark subspace rift was secretly torn open at Mandeville Point, and a meteorite with mysterious runes appeared, sneaking into the galaxy and flying towards the planet.

No Chaos cultist or other evil entity summoned this creature of the Warp; he came at the Lord's command.

The evil god Tzeentch took action. Although this evil god who felt that the whole world was full of fools had never set his sights on a small enclave that existed at the edge of the galaxy, he always received vague calls.

Now the evil gods are all trying their best to deal with the "wrathful" Emperor. The Emperor's powerful spiritual power has blessed more people. The powerful Astartes who have died in the battle have returned to the battlefield through the mode of the Cursed Legion. Immeasurable damage has been done to Chaos throughout the galaxy.

Tzeentch doesn't want to talk to you, but he can't help you always thinking about me. Every time the Red Torrent Chapter encounters something unknown, the ever-wary warriors under the guidance of Yifeng will always immediately judge that this is Tzeentch's conspiracy, which is a hypothetical principle.

Although Tzeentch didn't actually take action, or had he already taken action? But this time I finally couldn't bear it anymore and kept calling me when I had nothing to do. "Are you bothering me?"

A Chaos Demon took a special form and weakened the properties of the subspace through the confinement of psychic runes, and then sneaked into the planet where the Red Torrent Chapter was located.