Chapter 568 Conrad Said, My Dear Little Brother

Chapter 568 Conrad said, my dear little brother-

The arrival of the Cadian refugee fleet brought 30 million high-quality soldiers, which greatly strengthened the strength and reputation of the Carosini dynasty in this border sub-sector.

Although a large part of them would leave with the colonial fleet, everyone now knows that the two consuls of the Carosini dynasty not only pretended to be pigs but also made a fortune in silence.

They continued to colonize the area around Wanderport, so much so that everyone's assumption that they were a united dynasty of the Forge World was once again overturned.

They actually have more uncultivated planet land to distribute to their men!

This fact made many strangers who were still waiting and watching finally come to an end and began to try to find a job or even climb up in the Carosini dynasty——

No wonder they had been unknown before. It turned out to be a powerful group that owns a livable planet. This means——

The two consuls of the Carosini Dynasty could essentially entrust beneficiums to their heroes or favorites!

This is not something that a mere traveling trader, Guadanzi, can obtain. Even if he holds a trading order issued by His Majesty the God-Emperor, it is still far from owning a livable planet.

It is not easy to conquer, colonize, or later maintain and defend a planet, unless you are lucky enough to encounter a planet with a pleasant climate, abundant food and water, suitable gravity, and indigenous people while wandering around the universe. A planet where the native plants are still very primitive and do not eat people... The probability is not much higher than a meteorite falling from the sky and killing your opponent.

What's more, the Mountain Fortress, the behemoth and noble city of Saint Terra, the patron saint of Terra, came to this small border port like a lord, and the Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists' attitude towards the two consuls was almost like giving and receiving. Even after seeing the fact that the Imperial Fist Company had changed its appearance and was working for the Rogue Traders without any fluctuations, the officers and gentlemen roaming the port became more and more shrinking when they went out to socialize and communicate privately.

Of course, here Lysander actually had a set of words carefully written for him by a certain Secretary of the Redeemer and the Reverend Likevin to temporarily appease Galadon and the captains.

In fact, they plotted to deceive the senior officers one by one later... No, find a suitable reason to ask them to meet with Magnar Dorn in private to stabilize the morale of the army - of course, Think Tank Director Mazon Pew, the former chapter leader in Dauntless, had already brought their own priest brother into the "delicious and nutritious" box first, otherwise they themselves would have started a commotion in the mountain formation fortress.

All of the above make external forces consider more carefully whether their actions against this place will cause other unintended consequences. At the same time, they also have more and more control over this place and are investing more in Roaming Port. The relationship between the dynasty and Holy Terra and the Adeptus Astartes has become increasingly curious - as to whether the final result of curiosity is good or bad, no one can say until the last moment.

When Calixis, Scarus, and other forces near the Obscure Star Territory began to turn more attention to Wandering Port, the other side of the galaxy was torn in half by invisible hands.

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"Is there still no movement from the nearest galaxy outer monitoring station?"

"No, my lord. Everything is business as usual."

"Where's the Moon of Cashorn?"

"All personnel have been evacuated secretly. There are only automatic observation stations and beacons, and observation ships are left in high orbit. They will notify us if there is any disturbance, but there is still no movement there. My Lord."

Manius Calga has never lived back since he gave up his bedroom, and Lord Julius is not a devil, so he quickly chose a new residence for him, a few miles away from him The original bedroom is neither far nor close, showing a sense of intimacy and privacy.

The pre-war atmosphere in Macragge has been quite strange recently. The shipping routes are tight on the outside and tight on the inside. The private movements of battleships have increased. The contents of large-scale private purchases are all kinds of strange. The secret warehouses are filled with military supplies and agricultural products. There are a large number of residents. Being temporarily relocated for various reasons...

Everything points to something, something big is about to happen, but even a heroic Chapter Master like Manius Calgar has to admit privately that he is somewhat elusive about the two saints of the original body. What kind of counterattack tactics are you planning?

——All our actions now are not on any page of the Codex Astartes. This will make our warriors overwhelmed and disorganized, which is very inappropriate!

Ever since there was a stupid young man - well, it was Cato Sicarius who shouted, the Grand Duke of Thalasa and Captain of the Second Company seemed to think that his voice was quiet enough and the Primarch Saint's ears were not that sensitive - After saying these words just after the meeting was over, the company commanders, great think tank chiefs, pharmacy masters, and casting masters who attended the meeting all experienced a brand new baptism of souls and three outlooks——

At that time, the mature trumpet version of their genetic father turned around with a smile. The saint beside him, Kant Krach, who was always smiling sarcastically, almost put his joy in the whole body. face, they all heard the dark-haired pale The young man asked the saint, the father of their genes, "My dear little brother," he said, his voice low and soft, with a gloomy poetic tone, "it seems that your second company commander needs some brand new Education, I will be happy to do it for you this time.”

Although Kant Krach, they secretly suspected that this saint who always walked like a melancholy poet among the shadows of flowers and kitchen vapors might be the original body of one of their black-armored cousins ​​who had been missing for thousands of years. A manifestation of the latter - always shown to be passionate about agriculture, literature, shipping routes and commerce He is harmless to humans and animals, and can even be said to be a righteous person, and will even allow the unsuspecting Macragge girl to throw flowers and fruits at him, but at this moment, the tone of his words and the expectation and something terrifying contained in it make me wonder why I am afraid. Everyone present felt a shuddering chill deep in their spinal cords.

"Why do you need to do this? I will take care of it immediately, don't worry." Julius replied politely, "It's just... you should already know that matter, it's not all about Sika. Lucius’s fault.”

"Hi." Kant Krach's expression suddenly became melancholy and full of class, "You are now much more boring than him... than Guilliman before. Simple, crude, and without any artistic sense. Way. Really, little Robert, I think the red eagle incarnated by the second company commander will be a perfect fit for my armchair, and it will just be able to relieve my recent heavy workload."

Sicarius looked blankly at the two saints who were playing riddles in front of them.

Then he found that he was picked up by an invisible force - a powerful telekinesis psychic energy, coming from Lord Julius - and he was caught and suspended above the conference hall where they were meeting. Everyone had to look up to see to him. A blue spiritual energy circle was rotating and taking shape in the void under his feet. The head of the think tank and the chief priest both narrowed their eyes. It was not until they felt a surging hot and pure power from inside that they relaxed their muscles again. .

"How does it feel to be looked up to and in a high position? Cato. Although theoretically you shouldn't encourage others, I don't want to get up one day and go to Mr. Cratchit's house to find you." The blue-eyed saint smiled and told He said, "Because your current situation is quite special, I have to treat you specially. I hope this will help you learn to be humble instead of becoming more unconvinced."

He held up his finger.

An extremely bad intuition came to the heart of the second company commander.

Then, with his armor shining brightly, Cato Sicarius, an extraordinary, arrogant but brave and powerful man, disappeared for a second in full view of everyone.

Then in the next breath they saw him appear again, and a completely different Sicarius was standing there.

Although he still looked well-equipped and beautifully armored, he gave the impression that he was scarred and about to be broken, as if someone had shattered a diamond with thunderous force and then repaired it with gold. Even though he is still exquisite, he has left indelible traces and can never go back to the past. However, he appears to be very tough, with a temperament that can only be found in a warrior who has survived a thousand battles but is still wise, just like a warrior. A warrior who has been trudging in despair for many years has never lost his last courage and hope.

They all noticed in this second the minor scars, wrinkles and thin stubble on the face of the second company commander who was originally in his prime. He was always full of anger, arrogance and critical of every detail. The blue eyes of those he considered unworthy of his rank were now full of confusion, surprise, alarm, analysis, and a gray haze.

Sicarius's hand was tightly and rudely clenched on the handle of his power sword in front of the Primarch's throne - indicating wariness, distrust and the desire to pull it out at any moment.

But before Calgar had time to smooth things over, Sicarius's eyes had already taken in the sight of Julius, who was smiling at him, and the brothers of the war band surrounding him.

Then the expression on his face obviously relaxed, and his hand let go of the hilt of the sword.

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"How does it feel? I have done very little punishment like this and am inexperienced. After all, not everyone is worthy of such a big fight." They heard Julius ask. "If you sense something is wrong, tell me immediately."

Sicarius shook his head slowly, as if to shake some of the dust of the past from his pauldrons. He used a complex tone of relief, humility, touching and respect that they had never heard from Sicarius before. He saluted the saint above him and seemed to smile, "I think it feels very good." Well, my lord, I haven't felt this good for a long time."

Tigris frowned deeply. He raised his head and met the doubtful and distrustful eyes of Captain Severus Agman. He glanced at the thoughtful Calga again and met him. They exchanged a few glances: It seems that the power of the Saint, the Father of Genes, is unfathomable. Before figuring out the matter, in order to prevent Agyman, a senior officer with a rather bad temper, from getting into trouble, they should kill him in time. He is the one who pulls it away.

But Sicarius's shocking speech then led them into a new round of confusion: What on earth did the Primarch's Saint put into Sicarius' head?

Because they heard him say, "I remember that I have a purchase bill for new weapons and equipment purchased in the name of the Chapter and a list of supplies, which may be of interest to you. My Lord, please allow me to present them to you."

Sikalius actually said these two words instead of "I, Cato Sicarius, am the most suitable person to be the Chapter Master"... Wait, has Sicarius said this before?

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The technology, transportation methods and other ancient skills and knowledge of the Eldar are incomprehensible to most humans.

The Eldar themselves also think so, so the derogatory term "monkey" is almost a universal pronoun.

But even though they have much more reserves and understanding of the warp, the galaxy, the webway and ancient knowledge than humans, it seems that they have no better way to use it in this era. The Harlequin Troupe may be an exception, but even for them, if they want to go deep into the ruins of the lost Eldar Empire in the deepest part of the chaotic webway of the Eye of Terror to seek the Crone Sword, the whole journey will still be full of dangers and difficulties.

Normally, the helmsman of the Eldar starship may not even consider approaching this place that is equivalent to the opening of the door to endless disasters for them-but now they have a psionic protector who claims to be stable, and Eldra Uslan and the skeptical daughter of the shadow, Iverene, have repeatedly assured that the spell of this seemingly powerful "monkey" is no problem.

However, it was only after they saw the starships of the Supreme Prophet and the Daughter of Shadows take the lead in passing through the Eye of Terror in the psychic veil created by Malcador that the rest of the Death Army fleet really followed. They vigilantly crossed the pink and purple tides formed by desire, the bright blue and unpredictable deep sea lurking under the high waves, the void without distinction between up and down, left and right filled with yellow mist formed by the desperate emotions of billions of souls, and the red lava reefs were hot and scorching. After contact with the tides, sea water and mist, they became as sharp as knives and axes, trying to cut and bleed every living being deceived by the lava fire from the body to the soul.

For the Eldar, the most terrifying thing in the warp is far more than that. Greedy and hungry eyes lurk in the darkness, and the sound of pliers rubbing and hooves stomping on the ground is like a living nightmare that lingers behind them, trying to make every Eldar member turn their heads to take a look, just a look - but they have been warned by Malcador in advance that "in order to achieve protection, you must never turn your head."

As for what would happen if they turned around. Those who could not help but turn around and those who heard the movement of those who turned around had already disappeared. The wailing of their souls being eaten by the joyful Dark Prince like a small dessert shook the nerves of every Eldar - in this regard, Malcador, as a human, was quite unaffected.

Now, the old woman's world they were going to visit, the once most beautiful and glorious core of the Eldar Empire, Belia IV, was already in sight. Everyone had already prepared for the battle. After isolating the influence of the demons on them, this powerful psychic also warned them of one thing, that they would encounter a series of enemies, and here, the most likely to appear would be their dark kin.