Stars for the good Warhammer

The other party's words successfully aroused Otto's interest.

"You mean, you once saw a fantasy?"

As he spoke, he took a few steps closer to the girl who was chattering away.

However, just as he was about to reach him, a cold chill suddenly swept through Otto's body without any warning.

This made him stop involuntarily and began to examine the seemingly harmless little girl in front of him with a serious expression.

Otto knew that whenever this feeling appeared, it meant that there was the influence of subspace power nearby.

Perhaps sensing the subtle changes in body temperature and blood flow rate, the nanoclusters attached to Otto's skin responded. Some of the guards behind him noticed that there seemed to be a faint silvery white substance floating in the air around the Governor. Particles.

To put it simply, those particles are Gray Feng. In this way, he can wear Xiao Hui on his body and take her with him without anyone noticing.

Although it sounds strange, this can undoubtedly make a big difference in critical moments.

At this moment, after hearing the name Otto, Gerald, who had beard stained with bean foam, seemed to have thought of something.

The next second, he suddenly slapped his head, with an expression on his face that something was wrong, and then he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the girl back. The girl looked very nervous and in a hurry. It was as if he wanted to shove the little girl covered in dirt back into the ground.

"Sir! Don't pay attention to this lunatic. I swear she has always been so nagging."

While speaking, Gerald did not forget to wink at the big man next to him who looked like he was demented, and said in a voice that was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

"This is the Governor, do you understand what I mean? Our ancestor! If he gets upset, we will all die!"

Who would have thought that after hearing this, the big man who seemed to be an Ogryn suddenly clapped his hands excitedly and said.

"I know! I know! The Governor is the biggest and strongest waaghboss here!"

For a moment, the atmosphere at the scene became a little strange.

Otto noticed that the veteran was stunned. The corners of his mouth were twitching and he was looking at the Ogryn beside him. His face was uglier than that of a dead man.

Not long after, after a brief understanding, Otto finally learned the identities of the three people as he wished. Coincidentally, they were teammates of the pilgrim Maldo, an Astra Militarum gunner, an Ogryn bodyguard and An illegal psyker claiming to be legitimate.

When he first learned about the magical professional composition of this team, the first thing that flashed through Otto's mind was

undercurrent! start up!

What surprised him even more was the veteran from the 13th Consqueit Guards Regiment. The moment he heard this unit number, Otto couldn't help but start to doubt the reason why he was afraid of time travel. Isn’t it also related to someone’s great lack of virtue?

Just when Otto once again asked the psyker named Loli a question, wanting to know more about the specific content of the black fleet.

The psyker responded this way.

"I don't know what that really means."

"But since a few weeks ago, a voice has been repeating the name Otto in my ears."

The psyker's words made Otto think.

A few weeks ago? If I am correct, I should have just entered this universe at that time.

"I could feel that voice wanting help, He had called Himself."

The girl hesitated for a moment, and then said with some uncertainty.

"insect?"

Not long after, seeing that it was getting late, Otto ended the conversation with the psyker.

According to Loli, the girl suddenly gained the power to manipulate psychic powers not long after she arrived in Haven. This power helped her escape the pursuit of underground gangs at critical moments, but since then, Her mind is often filled with a lot of noisy voices, sometimes accompanied by hallucinations that cannot be eliminated.

However, the one that impressed her the most was a giant insect swimming in the dream. What the other party kept repeating was the name of her new governor.

insect.

Otto couldn't think of anything else besides the Worm of Time.

Perhaps it was her appearance that caused some kind of error in the etheric phase engine, which ultimately led to the current situation.

Of course, now this is just a conjecture without actual evidence.

But as the psyker just mentioned, the insects are looking for help.

What does it mean?

Soon, under the leadership of the previous camp leader, Otto came to a crowded gathering place.

After seeing the scene in front of him clearly, for a moment he felt his eyes go dark.

In the middle of the venue where hundreds of people gathered, a young man in shabby clothes but full of energy was standing on a makeshift podium, speaking to everyone in the audience with a loud and passionate voice.

"It was that adult who brought you warmth! He saved you from hunger and cold! He brought you hope!"

"I saw it with my own eyes! He is the messenger of the God Emperor! He is the saint appointed by the God Emperor!"

"His strength and faith can even transcend the boundaries of life and death!"

Looking at the refugees from other empires praying devoutly around him, Otto at the end of the team felt ashamed.

I am not. I didn't.

As expected, the young man on the stage was Mardo, the pilgrim who had fought his way out of the plague zombies.

It seems that he was the one who spread the rumors in the lower and middle nests.

Otto really couldn't figure out what made the other party become what he is now.

However, just when he was about to step forward to stop the other party from continuing to "confuse the public" here.

Mardo's next sentence suddenly made him stunned.

"He is the son of the stars!"

"The light of the stars flows in his soul!"

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On the other side.

In the Extreme Star Region, on Baal, the home world of the Blood Angels.

Along with the take-off and landing of the Thunder Eagle gunships, a large number of Space Marines with different flags were gathering in the monastery of the Blood Angels, the territory of the Angel Castle, as if holding a grand gathering.

Flags of various colors fluttered in the dust raised by the ground. Under the fierce light of the stars, the golden towers of the monastery in the distance were shining.

On the terrace of the Angel Castle, an old soldier with white hair and an unusually old appearance was silently watching the fighting brothers gathered in the square.

These were the descendants of the Blood Angels who responded to the call and came to defend their homeland together.

According to statistics, the number of descendants who will be gathered in the end may be as many as 20,000. Except for the Lamenters, almost all the descendants of Sanguinius have gathered in the sacred homeland of their genetic father. Even those descendants who were defined as traitors by the Terra government came to support when they learned that Baal was in trouble.

Tens of thousands of Astartes stood together for the same goal. I am afraid that only the legendary glorious Legion era can be compared with it.

However, the enemy these descendants will face is the more powerful and vast Tyranid swarm. This is destined to be a costly battle. Soon, a battle brother wearing crimson power armor came to report. "My lord, the fleet is currently following your instructions to execute the extermination order on the worlds on the swarm's path, which should be able to slow down the pace of those alien creatures." "What should we do next?" Hearing this, the old soldier turned his head, and the thousand years left obvious signs of aging on his body. Even the superhuman body of Astartes obviously cannot escape the erosion of time. "Notify the slaves of the war group to take out all the wine in the monastery. Tonight we will entertain our brothers who have come from afar with a mythical banquet!" This slightly old voice was filled with firm emotions. "As you wish, Lord Dante." Soon, watching the other party's figure going away. The old soldier turned around again and cast his gaze outside the monastery. After taking a deep breath, he muttered to himself. "I hope that after the war, the sky of Baal will still be the same as before"