"Legion 11..."
Tubek lowered his head and thought for a moment.
"Why was it erased in the first place?"
"His Holiness said it was because of the use of alien technology."
"Just that?"
"Don't you think Soshyan's anti-subspace power is weird?"
"When you say that, it's true... Even if you are untouchable, you shouldn't behave like that."
A cold smile appeared on Garmo Zejie's face.
"Believe me, they have a lot of secrets to dig out."
"In that case, why don't we just take this matter to the Empire? Isn't their Inquisition very nosy?"
"It's no use."
Garmo Zejie shook his head.
"Do you remember those black-armored men who suddenly appeared?"
"Well, those people? What happened?"
"His Holiness said that he accidentally discovered many years ago that there seemed to be a shadow agency or organization within the empire. It has been controlling the process of history behind the scenes, and the most obvious method is to influence the Inquisition and the Assassin's Court... ...The Venerable was also attacked during the investigation of that organization, so he saved his life by entering a Dreadnought Mecha, and began writing Q&A on joining the army."
"And there's this..."
Tubek frowned.
"After all these years, I didn't know anything about it——"
"They are hidden very, very deeply. It is estimated that only the Primarchs and a few people may know a little bit about them."
"So you're saying... they're going to cover up what happened to the Eleventh Legion?"
"Why did Soshyan appear here and they also appear here? Hum, it can't be a coincidence, right? So I bet there won't be any response to leaking these things to the empire."
"It seems like the water here is really deep."
Tubek sighed.
"Friend, do you really want to take this trip into troubled waters?"
Garmo Zejie shook his head.
"Ever since I learned that I am a descendant of the Second Legion, it is no longer up to me to decide whether to wade into the muddy waters. I have long been in this huge chess game. All I can do is to transform myself from a chess piece into a Chess player.”
"Chess pieces, chess players..."
Repeating these two words, Tubek involuntarily clenched his gauntlets.
"Yes, yes, we must not make chess pieces anymore..."
Then, he looked at Garmo Zejie.
"Friend, what are you going to do next?"
"Change the door, join the Black Legion, and find a way to get the Snow Lotus Blade back from the White Temple... Although the Legion's flagship has sunk, the original body still left some legacy at the edge of the galaxy. We will also follow Get those things back and grow our power.”
As he spoke, he turned and looked out the viewing window, where the huge hull of the Spirit of Vengeance was slowly floating by.
"One day, the gods will also bow to us!"
Tubek smiled slightly.
"Abaddon is going to meet his brother-in-law, the war blacksmith Babon Falk, in an Eldar tomb later. This man is Honso's old superior. Do you want to go and see it?"
Garmo Zejie turned around and nodded.
"certainly."
Soon, the fleet arrived at a small world drifting in the subspace. Such small worlds are very common in the etheric realm. Most of them are fragments of the world that drifted away from the Eye of Terror when the Eldar fell in the past - in the process of the birth of the new gods. , its belly was disemboweled, its bones were knocked out and its marrow was sucked out. The life it carried was swept away, and it was trapped in the clutches of the warp forever.
From a distance, this small world looks like a black ball dotted with steel like silver veins, its surface shimmering with a ghostly pale light.
It once had ocean forests and land, but it evaporated many years ago, leaving only the bone-like earth suddenly open to the void. Broken arches and damaged remains of wraith bone structure domes are occasionally visible, but these alien materials are not It did not emit the common spiritual whisper that was enough to stimulate perception. Even the demons left it. Every trace of nutrients it contained was sucked dry. Everything was cold and desolate, and everything was silent.
Its cloudless sky is a blaze of insane color, revealing the bulk of the Warp like a string of jewels suspended in eternal darkness.
Strange, unnatural winds blew across the empty plains, swirling around the outer edges of the crystalline towers, and eerie lights shone in hidden corners, reflecting on the mirror-smooth canyons below.
Those winds were the only sounds in the entire world, overlapping dying whispers repeated for centuries.
But the eternal silence was broken, and ancient dust was kicked up, brushing against the cracked rock slabs.
Dozens of warships obscured the ether and stopped in a thick column of smoke.
A dozen gunships descended to the ground, their flanks in shining black and gold, all decorated with the Eye of Horus.
The gunboats spread out in all directions on the plain, forming a circular cordon around the center. This area was surrounded by rows of towering stalagmites.
Where they landed, the elite terminators of the Dutch Legion appeared one after another, all wearing ceremonial cloaks and carrying heavy power spears.
As the cordon closed, a Stormbird landed in the center.
At the landing site surrounded by steam, twisted and armored possessed warriors stepped out - the messengers of despair, these most terrifying fighters, marched with an arrogance visible to the naked eye, a confident pace accustomed to dominance. , like arrogant warlords rampaging across the land they rule.
These sane enchanted warriors always like to characterize their armor. Their bodies are covered with ancient totems, bones with dried blood are hung on iron chains on their wrists, making a clanking sound, and there are bright eyes around the shoulder armor. Iron thorns and peeling ceramics are daubed with blasphemous runes symbolizing power.
Once in place, the Messengers of Despair began to wait quietly in a rare gesture of salute.
Afterwards, bystanders like Garmozej were allowed to land, but they had to stand outside the stone circle - this was a formal diplomatic occasion, so Abaddon allowed his allies, including Kranon, to watch.
After a while, more landers landed.
They wore black gunmetal armor, made from an older craft, with exposed cables and exposed reinforced armor plates.
Garmozeje knew the story of these markings well - they were added by the first Tech-Priests to test power armor, and the wearers kept the markings to remind all who saw that they were made for war. The equipment is not for boasting and display, just as cruel and practical as the people inside.
The Fourth Legion, the Iron Warriors, walked out from the Stormbirds' landing ramp with a clanging sound, and then lumbered into position. On the bone-white ground, the two sides stood opposite each other.
The two forces maintained a distance of thirty meters and remained motionless.
But the silence only lasted ten seconds before it was broken.
