Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

The journey to the destination was long, and the pursuit of the Harlequin Ruby made it less boring, but the Immortal John Grammaticus would rather he was following a fixed target.

These Eldar moved erratically, traveling through the Webway, and sometimes John wondered if he had followed the guy across most of the galaxy, or if he was still circling the edge of the galaxy.

The light of the Astronomican was sometimes far away from him, sometimes near, sometimes far away, and it reminded him of the topic they often discussed recently: what kind of power did the guy now called the Emperor of Mankind rely on to power the Galactic Astronomican.

If, as they speculated, the Emperor really illuminated the back of the entire universe with his own power... who would still believe in his imperial truth? Has any god in the world ever been imagined to be able to illuminate millions of worlds and reconnect trillions of lives?

It is said that the long-lost Remus has returned to the Emperor's side. He hopes that the man in black does not know what the Emperor is doing. If he knows - then things are terrible. Ten Johns combined cannot defeat one Remus, not to mention the Sigillite and the Emperor himself.

John Grammaticus left his small resting place on the way and said goodbye to the kind Eldar Ilyasin. He regretted that even the Eldar themselves could not find the whereabouts of Ruby, and then set out again to track the Harlequin.

Not long after, he stopped in the mountains. The psychic tracking technique told him that Ruby had stayed here for a long time, but then left, as if deliberately leading him to this mountain full of dark whispers.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, the Whispering Mountains are like a frozen brain lying on its side, with gullies and bends like a maze. The winding lines are almost natural psychic circuits, and gray mist-like steam emerges from the inside out.

Samus's whispers also caught John, and he realized that these whispers were undoubtedly closely related to what they all opposed, but they had not been able to gain further results in their exploration.

The end... darkness... death... destruction, everything was related to the prediction of the mentor (Sensei). In addition to further confirming that the day of destruction was approaching step by step, John could not obtain more intelligence under the premise of protecting himself.

And when the imperial army was lined up in the sky, the shadows covering the Whispering Mountains were covered with a series of plasma-driven bombs to announce their cruel arrival, John realized that he had to find a way to escape.

Well, he ran slowly, or rather-Lorgar Aurelion, who they privately called the Vanguard of Destruction, was moving too fast. When they did not even hesitate and started to clean up the ground directly from orbit, John was weakly prepared to be caught.

"Zevro Ruby is a human traitor who defected to the Eldar," John faced Lorgar with a headache, picking out the information he thought was most suitable to share, so as to prevent the fanatic from tying him to the stake and burning him for a hundred years, "I am tracking it."

"What did he do?"

"We don't know... I heard it is related to the legendary Nightmare Sun." John said ambiguously. A Primarch who is keen on conquest would probably sneer at such ignorant legends. He would rather be seen as a fool pursuing wonders.

"You," the tall, golden-headed master looked down at him seriously, "Who are you?"

"I'm just one of their agents," John said, "The person who hired me belongs to the Illuminati. I don't know much more than this name, my lords."

"Who gave you the ability to rebirth?"

"How do I know, my lords, it's simply innate." John sighed. The mystery of immortality has never been solved. This is a truth.

Several Word Bearers looked at each other, and then the golden-skinned Primarch Lorgar Aurelion walked forward steadily. His pace was not fast, but John couldn't help shaking his bound hands to ease the fear rising in his heart.

"Where will you go next, John?" He slowly pronounced his name, and his purple inhuman eyes seemed to encompass the darkness and coldness of the entire cave. John felt terrible, really.

"I don't know, my lord," he tried to be more sympathetic, "Find a way to chase the Ruby. The aliens are the enemy of the Empire. For the Emperor."

Lorgar smiled softly and bowed slightly to John: "Okay, we will help you, John Grammaticus. From now on, wherever you go, the Word Bearers will follow. I am glad that the goal we are pursuing is the Nightmare Sun in the depths of the Holy Grail."

--

The negotiations lasted for four weeks, and Perturabo doubted that this number would make Lorgar give him that kind of understanding smile. He removed Aurelion's golden head from his mind and shook hands with Lord Commander Naud for the last time.

"May our friendship last forever in the galaxy," Perturabo said. Even if Interrex finally agreed to call the Emperor "Emperor" in the last few days, he tended to leave room for Interrex in the conversation. This could easily win the favor of Interrex, a kind and even somewhat naive civilization.

"May the Emperor bless us," Naud said, standing at the elevator of the spaceport, bidding farewell to the Iron Warriors fleet.

Morse commented on this matter from a unique perspective: "It's as if they have other ways to call the Emperor. Do they know the Emperor's name?"

Hundreds of Astartes warriors and tens of thousands of clerks, as well as other service tools such as servitors, returned to space in an orderly manner, and the fleet supplies and many resources including ancient technology and cultural collections rubbings that Interrex selflessly provided even required multiple transport ships to transport them.

The war blacksmiths were rarely busy with the statistics of resources rather than the planning of war. A small number of skilled craftsmen among the Astartes would stay in Interrex to conduct long-term engineering and artistic exchanges with the Federation, and serve as a kind of garrison, as well as to ensure that the officials sent by the Empire would not make the same stupid mistake of saving the planet again.

In any case, this job made everyone feel relaxed.

"The best war ends before the exchange of fire," Morse said, patting his own robe, "although it doesn't seem so worthy of being placed on the Imperial Monument of Great Achievements."

"Are you going to return to Terra next?" Perturabo asked.

"Yes, I escorted the gifts from the ship's trip to Interrex back," Morse nodded, "Those people don't understand the danger of the Nemesis Blade, and I don't expect any accidents to happen."

"You value them very much," Perturabo was slightly curious.

"Think of it this way," Morse smiled kindly, "If they are not dangerous enough, why don't I destroy or collect them myself?"

"Well, goodbye." The Iron Lord said goodbye to the craftsman, just as they often did. The two of them were not often together, even the other Perturabo who was on Terra was the same.

Everyone had his own responsibilities on his shoulders, just like Magnus was following the Emperor's arrangements to fill every corner of the webway with Thuthmons runes except for some nodes, and the council jointly established by Morse and Malcador was gradually being perfected.

Perturabo returned to his seat, closed his eyes, connected each cable, and began to make his next work plan.

Next month, he will go to the Ultramarine to participate in an alien-related extermination operation. If the mission can be completed within three months, he will take time to return to Olympia to personally inspect the small country he built. If there is nothing extra next, he will take another group of Iron Warriors back to Terra to carry out their secret mission, and then go to Prospero to see the construction of Magnus's home planet...

Then, the screen in his mind flashed, and a new message entered his mind through the data stream.

A galaxy sent a signal saying that one of the satellites was recaptured by Horus Lupercal about sixty years ago, and now for unknown reasons, it has chosen to rebel against the Empire.

The satellite is not large in size, but the rebellious army is strong, and the Imperial Army needs to go to suppress it.

Planet 63-8, located in the Davin galaxy.