Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 264 04.0263: ‘Sir! Send out the air transport troops!’

Horatio keenly noticed that the two men’s hands were actually exerting force secretly.

To be precise, it was Cato Sicarius who was exerting force secretly, and Donatos Aphiel was just passively maintaining balance.

Neither of them showed any strange expression on their faces, but instead wore a decent smile.

"Cousin, you must be exhausted after traveling all the way from the 500th world of Ultramar.

My comrades and I are willing to welcome you. Abyss Port heard that you are coming, and specially held a grand triumphal ceremony for you in advance. I believe you will attend in person, right?"

After Captain Aphiel's high emotional intelligence, Cato Sicarius laughed with some unexpected satisfaction:

"Thank you for the trouble, all the imperial soldiers. We, the Ultramarines, have just started our journey, and even the triumphal ceremony has been held in advance for us."

"I have heard of the great name of Lord Cato Sicarius for a long time. I am honored to meet him today.

I beg you to show me more, just as a boost to the morale of the Gothic Fleet." Venuska Kataria and the head sister of the Holy Rose Sisters came forward together to meet the emperor as representatives of the Imperial Navy and the Armed Sisters.

Everyone gave this legend enough face, which really satisfied him.

"Since my cousin and the Imperial soldiers have prepared a triumphal ceremony, I, Cato Sicarius, will obey your orders."

The legend waved his scarlet cape behind him, responded generously and respectfully, and walked down the platform with the Ultramarines behind him.

When he passed a red-hooded Black Shield warrior who did not want to show the shoulder armor regiment emblem, his steps stopped.

He looked at the battle brother.

"Brother, I feel the connection between our blood. Which Ultramarines are you from? Why do you call yourself a Black Shield?"

In theory, the captain took off his helmet, and the other battle brothers should return the courtesy, even if he is a Death Watch.

Ka! Chi--

He slowly took off his helmet, revealing a head with four skull nails and a classic Ultramarines haircut.

Cato Sicarius' eyes suddenly widened and stepped forward.

"Brother Titus."

Cato Sicarius naturally knew his predecessor.

"I heard that your heresy charge seems to have improved, but it is only improved. You still need to atone for your sins."

When Sicarius said this, his tone was not lacking in a sense of superiority.

As the hot card of the current chapter, he is arrogant and has never been able to put down his airs, even when facing his predecessors, and predecessors with stains.

"That has always been a false accusation, but I don't want to flaunt the honor of the Ultramarines, and the brothers of the chapter... should not tolerate my stain..." Titus's voice became smaller and smaller.

Sicarius snorted lightly. He had nothing to say to the predecessor in front of him whose stain had not yet been cleared.

"May the Emperor bless you, brother.

I hope you remember that you are first an Ultramarines, and then a Deathwatch. We are going to launch an expedition against the dirty blue-blooded aliens."

Cato Sicarius hinted obscurely.

"I'll consider it. But Death Watch is my position. I will only go to the Eye of Damocles Watch Fortress near the Damocles Gulf if I am assigned."

Titus gave the Eagle Salute, Sicarius returned the salute calmly, and then the two parted ways without any delay.

——

"Sister, thank you for holding the Saint Ceremony for me, but was my position too conspicuous during the ceremony?"

"Please understand, son of Corelia. Saints, as the rank second only to saints, must stand in an important position during the entire ceremony. This is etiquette and a necessary move to highlight saints. We must follow it."

Horatio looked at the hologram and saw that he would stand on a chariot pulled by 13 horses on the day of the ceremony. His scalp was numb.

Such a conspicuous convertible, a purely handmade wooden frame, and no protection. Isn't it the treatment of Kennedy level of the Melo Sect?

And if he spent all his time on being exhibited, Farida would be in danger.

According to the prophecy of the Eldar Shadow Prophet, facing the enemy behind the scenes, it would take two people to work together to win. The puzzle was in his hands, and he had to put it together in the right order to resolve the tragic future.

Captain Afir glanced at Horatio who was hesitating and struggling, then stared at the hologram, and said thoughtfully:

"First of all, before the Saint's Ceremony, this is a triumphal ceremony. In this case, according to the ancient tradition of the Empire, the person standing on the carriage has the right to apply red paint on his face or wear a mask."

As the versatile son of Sanguinius, the folklore expert in the field of imperial culture is only one aspect of the Blood Angels. They are obviously very knowledgeable about the customs and conventions of various ceremonies. What can be done and what cannot be done, even the State Church and the Armed Sisters sometimes pale in comparison in related research and knowledge reserves.

"That's right. In the ancient Terran era, this means that this person has the right to be a god for a day, which is one of the little privileges of the protagonist of the ceremony."

"In that case. We, the Blood Angels, will give you another gift." The captain looked at Horatio and signaled the old soldier with a golden helmet next to him to present an exquisite ceramic steel box.

After opening it, there was a golden mask of Sanguinius inside.

This is a handicraft that everyone of the Blood Angels must learn. After wearing it, they can perfectly hide their appearance and have a certain frontal bulletproof effect.

It is divided into two categories: Mask of Sanguinius and Death Mask of Sanguinius.

The former was worn by Sanguinius during the Great Crusade. It was used to cover up his handsome face and intimidate the enemy. It was a murderous god mask with bloody eyes and an expressionless face. Today they are mostly worn by the Chapter's rank-and-file Space Marines.

The latter is a golden mask engraved on the face of the Gene Father when he died in battle. It is generally worn by the high-ranking Space Marines of the Chapter, including the Holy Blood Guard and Chapter Master Dante himself.

"Wearing this mask can make you look noble and elegant during the ceremony, and at the same time be protected without being obtrusive. It can protect the wearer's front from bullets. I give it to you as my personal gift, May the light of Sanguinius always surround you."

Captain Afel hinted tactfully in order not to break the Holy Blood Messenger's principle of non-interference.

As for the final outcome, we can only leave it to fate.

Horatio looked thoughtfully at the mask that perfectly concealed his face.

Yes, since it was a custom in ancient Terra, anyone could pretend to be a god for a day.

Although he was not a Space Marine, why was it against the rules to wear a Sanguinius mask to hide his identity during the triumphal ceremony?

Even if someone in the national church raises any objection, the Blood Angels can still bring out scriptures and historical materials to have a war of words with them, and the opponent will be slapped in the face.

in private meetings.

A large and airtight net has been woven together, waiting for the enemy to reveal its flaws.

Each company of Space Marines has their duties, and each deployed force has its own mission.

With the strengthening of the three startup companies and the Death Watch strike team, this time, Port Abyss is fully prepared to deal with any emergencies.

Not only will the tragedy of Sanguinius Day not be repeated again, but those behind the scenes will also be completely annihilated tomorrow!

The Gothic fleet strike group waiting for the voyage is swinging its sword at the enemy of the Emperor. No one can stop it!

——

That night, inside the Military Intelligence Command.

"Your Excellency Peru, the guild alliance has increased the necessary survival fees again. The current fees are as high as 55% of the average income of Zhongchao.

The Zhonghuo people in Abyss Port can only eat bread for every meal every day. Yes, they have paid multiple tithes to the empire, but by collecting them like this, they are simply forcing the Zhonghuo people to revolt and fish from the lake. "

Not long ago, Horatio strode into Brigadier General Peru's office with a latest report.

This is the announcement issued by the guild alliance this afternoon. After comparing the per capita income analysis of Zhongchao by the Statistics Department, the outrageous and exaggerated figure of 55% was calculated.

Even if the people in Zhongchao don't eat or drink every month, they still have to pay 2,500 Goth coins for water, electricity and air!

Not to mention that below the average income level, there are still so many people who cannot make that much money.

Brigadier General Peru took a deep breath and frowned.

"Sir, how can we manage the fleet with such insects?" Horatio slammed his hands on the table and said righteously.

He was worried that a large-scale uprising would break out at this juncture, causing the target they wanted to round up to escape in the chaos.

Moreover, this is the anchorage of the Gothic Fleet. Large-scale riots will definitely affect the normal operation and safety of the star port. Riots and strikes in the star port are unacceptable to the Imperial Navy.

Once this happens, the fleet will once again need to be distracted from dealing with the burning backyard, delaying the performance of its duties.

"Your Excellency Elphinstone, what do you think?" Brigadier General Peru raised his head and asked.

"The Guild Alliance has actually paid double the tithe, and the Ministry of Interior is very satisfied with the services of the Guild Alliance. You know, the Star Territory Ministry of Interior doesn't care what happens on the planet, they only care about how much they can pay in the Abyss Port Tithe to the Empire so...I guess there's nothing we can do about that...

? "

Chief Elphinstone's tone subtly changed into a rhetorical question.

"According to the evidence we have collected, the process of the Guild Alliance regime coming to power at the right time nine years ago has been very problematic. In fact, this is not a coincidence of a normal political struggle on the planet. A big conspiracy that started years ago or even longer.”

The captain said plausibly: "I think it's time for the Gothic Fleet to intervene in the politics of the planet, Your Excellency Peru. Otherwise, sooner or later, the fire will burn to our Gothic Fleet."

Brigadier General Edward Perroux narrowed his eyes.

"When necessary, send out air transport troops against the guild alliance government. This is no longer an ordinary conspiracy, and we must attack hard!"

Yesterday, at the reminder of a reader, the Census Court checked the relevant details and found that Titus felt that he had failed the Chapter at this time, so he covered the Chapter's crest with a black shawl and called himself a black shield outside. The chapter has been slightly modified.

Due to the mistakes made by the court, we have decided to update the book three times tomorrow!