Lord Lion, are we really letting that xenos go back?
Although we did learn secrets we didn't know from his mouth!
But letting him go back like this, won't it create future trouble?
Lion sat on the main seat, his gaze fixed intently on the planetary map before him.
This merchant ship's vessel only had some very rudimentary planetary maps.
The accuracy of its star charts was completely incomparable to the previous Tuchulcha Engine.
However, for the current penniless Little Lion, it was enough.
Facing Zabriel's inquiry, Lion did not tell him about the matters he had entrusted to Yvraine.
That was Lion's nature. If a task didn't require his sons to know too much information, then he wouldn't let them know.
Unless it was absolutely necessary for his sons to know certain secrets to complete the mission, otherwise Lion would remain a riddle-speaker for life, saying nothing.
I have my own arrangements!
With that one sentence, he silenced everyone.
This trait of Lion was well-known even back in the 30k era.
Whenever he said this, it meant the matter was closed, no further questions.
Yes, I understand, Primarch!
Black hoods covered the heads of every Angel of Absolution; they still maintained their mystery, but each now wore a different emblem on their chest.
Inside the emblem was a psychic mark authenticated by Lion; one could say this was now the most important relic for the Angels of Absolution.
On the grey-brown sword hilt, there was a green icon, the dark green gem inside even bore Lion's soul imprint.
From now on, after executing secret missions, Lion would use this method to confirm if they were the Angels he had absolved.
If he returned to the Dark Angels Legion and these Angels of Absolution were captured, Lion would find a way to rescue them.
Clack, clack, clack~
The machine spirit within the ship's hull seemed to emit a displeased sound.
Respectful Servitors were chanting binary language, attempting to soothe the machine spirit.
However, this time the agitated machine spirit did not calm down as before.
On the contrary, it inexplicably altered the star chart, and an unknown region appeared on it!
What's going on!
Zabriel grew alert, even drawing his own Caliban greatsword, intending to cleave the strange thing before him.
But this action was stopped by Lion, because at that moment, Lion received a command from his Father.
[Caleb: I've marked your old home!]
[This is a very, very arduous task!]
[If you don't have sufficient strength, don't go there. If you're confident enough, you can try!]
Lion's face darkened as he looked at the planet that appeared on the star chart.
This thing looked somewhat familiar, a bit like his old home, Caliban.
Yet now, the surface of this planet was covered in all sorts of profane objects.
Just looking at that twisted metal forest made Lion sick!
Bam!
Lion slammed both hands heavily on the table, then jumped onto the desktop, stomping his feet angrily.
Damn it, these profane bastards!
What have they turned my old home into?
No, since it's a task given to us by the Emperor, we must complete it!
And this also means reclaiming our old home. We must go!
Perhaps due to the influence of his Warp nature, the moment Lion saw his cat's nest dirtied, he started hissing.
Lion deeply hated these xenos taking root and sprouting in his old home.
Especially those profane tentacles and machines, it was simply a desecration of the holy land in his heart.
This is a Daemon World, isn't it?
When they heard Zabriel's words, even the battle-hardened veterans couldn't help but feel a chill.
The terror of Daemon Worlds could be said to far surpass that of most corrupted planets.
They had completely merged with certain Warp entities, producing terrifying mutations on their surface that were almost impossible to cleanse.
The Imperium's usual approach to these Daemon Worlds was Exterminatus, and the success rate was quite low, because these bizarre planets weren't necessarily destroyable by Exterminatus.
Profane runes and all sorts of bizarre powers would protect that planet.
Sometimes, if you fired Cyclonic Torpedoes at that planet, you might end up hitting yourself.
Of course, it also depended on the planet's level of corruption.
But this planet before them really seemed beyond saving.
Yes, I know this is a Daemon World, but I can feel it—this is our former home, I'm sure of it!
Don't forget the name of the greatswords in your hands—Caliban!
This is also your home. Though times have changed, I don't think you want your former home to look like this either, do you?
The Fallen Angels present fell into silence, their eyes fixed on the profane planet on the star chart.
They were lucky, and honored. They had the Emperor's guidance, a supreme existence guiding their constant battles.
But at the same time, whenever they encountered such things, they felt a pang of heartache.
If their former home, now in this state, wasn't destroyed or conquered, it would be an eternal scar for the First Legion.
Is our mere thousand or so men enough? Our current numbers are probably just a single company!
It's enough! Lion answered decisively.
His slender fingers continuously traced over the planet's surface.
If not too much had changed over these ten thousand years, then there were things inside this planet these Chaos heretics couldn't touch!
Back when he was still on Caliban, there was a very strange forge deep within the planet.
That forge could normally craft unimaginable artifacts. Even, Vulkan, after using that forge back then, had praised the mysterious forge highly.
However, subsequent investigations led Lion to discover that the forge was actually of some very dangerous Warp nature.
Back then, the Emperor intentionally split that essence into two halves. One half was tightly held in the Emperor's hand, the other half was left in place, guarded by his First Legion.
At that time, Father left him a key.
He said only this key could open that secret area.
Yet, even without the key, that forge would become extremely unstable.
For this reason, Lion had placed strict seals on it back then. Even many within the Inner Circle didn't know the secret inside.
However, one person did know the secret: Luther, his foster father, the father he once had.
After hearing these Fallen Angels' explanations of the rebellion, Lion had been wondering what force corrupted his foster father.
Now, Lion seemed to have found an answer.
Although our forces are insufficient, there is a place where we can call for reinforcements!
The Rock must still be using the Tuchulcha Engine!
That's something I used constantly back then. I know it very well!
Lion pointed to an area on the map, murmuring softly.
His voice was very low, only audible to the sons around him.
However, Caleb could also hear this secret. Upon hearing it,
Caleb finally understood why Vashtorr targeted the First Legion.
No wonder Vashtorr's first move after emerging was to go after the First Legion!
So, the reason why the semi-immortal Shiwager has fallen to this state today is partly due to the Emperor and the First Legion!
After understanding this, Caleb became quite interested in the upcoming campaign.
If successful, then the Imperium of Man might master the methods of using machine spirits.
The Little Lion drew a circle on the map, a place wrapped in many scrap metals and tentacles.
Since the gameboard vision Caleb shared was almost real-time, Lion could now also figure out what was there.
Ah, so disgusting!
So many tentacles, and so many strange profane machines!
Fortunately, the thing isn't lost. The locator beacon should still be usable!
By now, Lion had circled out the locator beacon on Dragon Forest Star.
That was a communicator that could connect to The Rock. Once activated, the First Legion's forces could likely arrive in support very quickly.
At the same time, Caleb also understood why the First Legion moved frantically towards Dragon Forest Star during the Indomitus Crusade.
Because that engine, which didn't require the Emperor's Astronomican for navigation, was actually using this strange device as its navigation beacon.
If this beacon, or rather this marker point, had problems,
then The Rock would be completely unable to determine its position.
At that point, The Rock had only one choice: jump directly to Dragon Forest Star and then deactivate the locator beacon.
This way, the First Legion would both protect the secret and remain loyal to the Imperium.
After all, they could navigate without the Emperor's psychic lighthouse.
After Lion explained the secret of the beacon in detail, all the Fallen Angels had an idea about the upcoming mission.
Conquering an entire planet with just a company was almost impossible, but with the combined strength of the entire First Legion, it might be possible.
But Primarch!
What if we encounter enemies we cannot overcome?
After all, the Emperor spoke to us in such a serious tone. The enemy this time is probably not simple!
At this, the Little Lion patted his chest, then looked confidently at the blue cat sleeping in the hammock beside him.
Originally, I indeed lacked this confidence, but Father has given me such good things. How could I let my Father down?
Before, I had a detailed chat with Doraemon. He has some tools that can solve some of our problems in critical moments!
Many Fallen Angels, having witnessed Doraemon's wonders, had no further objections.
After all, this Iron Man's pocket was said to contain treasures bestowed by the God-Emperor.
[Caleb: Wait a moment, I have some good things for you!]
[Emperor: Why do I feel something pricking my foot?]
When the Emperor switched back from the observer's perspective, a huge pile of greatswords was stacked beside his Warp essence.
They were leaning against his feet, basking in the radiance of his feet.
They were absorbing his blessing energy, preparing for the upcoming battle.
No way!
The Emperor didn't even have the mind to look at the black sun above his head anymore.
Looking at these Caliban greatswords, one after another, almost blackened by the fumes from his feet.
The Emperor was speechless, could only let certain people do whatever weird operate they wanted.
Caleb remained silent, just kept throwing plastic little swords.
While throwing them, he also bestowed verbal blessings and enchantments upon them.
You are a Caliban greatsword smokeed by the God-Emperor's jade feet for 169 days. You possess the ability to wound daemons, capable of banishing daemons for extended periods!
You are a bolter trampled by the God-Emperor's jade feet for 169 days. You can banish most daemonic attacks. Your attacks can even harm Greater Daemons.
Soon, Caleb threw all these blessed weapons onto the gameboard.
Not long after, these weapons appeared in the conference hall.
[Deploying blessed weapons. This deployment will increase the cost of some pieces.]
[All pieces using blessed weapons will have a 10% cost increase. Host, please observe your deployment points!]
Caleb looked closely. The so-called deployment points had only increased by 100.
This deployment point increase wasn't much, and in critical moments during battle, it could truly save lives.
As is well known, without Warp-resistance, those bizarre Warp sorceries could easily kill an Astartes.
But with the Blessing of these holy artifacts, then undoubtedly, ordinary daemons would find it hard to harm these elite warriors.
Waaah!
At this moment, the originally rigorous conference hall wasn't so fortunate anymore.
Lion originally wanted to consult his Father on how to assault a Daemon World.
But And what was the result?, his Dad, without a word, had already prepared the equipment!
[Caleb: Here, these are artifacts blessed under my feet for 169 days!]
[You've used blessed grenades before, they're very effective!]
[These weapons have gathered considerable human faith. Equip these, and you can fight daemons!]
Ugh~
He retched a few times, the retching looking almost like morning sickness.
Lion reluctantly picked up a smoke-black greatsword.
The smell emanating from it almost made this keen-nosed Hakimi pass out.
The smell was familiar, somewhat like the smell of feet.
Actually, Lion had smelled this when he fried the Titan, but the smell wasn't strong then.
But now it was different. The quantity was too great, the smell too potent, too 'dai pai'.
Lion howled at the sky: Dad, wash your feet! You're about to smoke to death your daughter!
I know it's hard to ask you to wash your feet now, but this smell is really too 'dai pai'!
Lion pinched his nose, looking disgusted.
And the Emperor, inexplicably caught in the crossfire, had already raised his psychic Big Pussy, ready to slap him.
[Emperor: No, I must stay calm!]
[A good daughter shouldn't be educated like this, can't hit her like this!]
[Forget it, better to take the Cursed Legion and Torture once Slaanesh first. I remember he has high-grade incense there. Might as well go rob him!]
[Slaanesh: Hey, what's it got to do with me?]
And so, the palace of pleasure welcomed some uninvited guests.
Since the Emperor's great display of power in the material universe earlier, the Chaos Gods now only dared to shrink their own domains, not daring to move.
Thus, those Top qualityincenses were taken by the Emperor for a foot soak.
When the Emperor left with his feet, Slaanesh could only weep like a young wife who had been violated.
[Slaanesh: The Cursed One, you just wait!]
[One day, I will use your children to humiliate you!]
At that moment, Fulgrim, still enjoying pleasures on his Daemon World, Unexplainedshivered.
Whenever the Prince of Pleasure recitehis name, he would feel this creepy sensation.
[Slaanesh: Fulgrim, time for work!]
[Do something to entertain me!]
[Otherwise, I'll make you buttocks facing outwards, let your children have fun while stripping your Perception!
[Fulgrim: Am I going to be abused too?]
The daemon Primarch Fulgrim, unclear of the situation, was I woke up in fright. Buttocks facing outwards and not letting him enjoy it? What kind of thing was that?
Fortunately, a good idea, a brilliant idea, came to his mind.
This method would definitely be awesome! And could please the Chaos Gods.
How about I corrupt Guilliman?
If I lead my forces to attack Ultramar, wouldn't it be done in minutes?