Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 466 2.46 Face-saving projects are still needed

"Hey, this is not the commander of the Eighth Legion. Hello, the commander of the legion."

Amit's extremely provocative voice rose and fell,

The Blood Angel walked carelessly to Sevatar's side, placed one hand directly on Sevatar's shoulder armor, and the other hand showed off the chain sword on his waist that was still stained with blood.

Savita's face was gloomy and almost dripping with water. His eyes were filled with dark circles that were greener than a corpse that had been dead for three months because he had been working on documents all night.

"Leave far away."

Savita said with a straight face, apparently no longer in the mood to slap Amit's hand away.

Beside them, Coswayen, who was standing upright, paused hesitantly, then took a step forward,

"This is no time to fool around."

The knight said briefly that the inauguration ceremony was about to begin. The three of them, as security guards for the three legions, were responsible for the safety of the ceremony and were in the underground preparation room.

But no one listened to him.

Amit continued to challenge Sevatar with his teeth bared, and the Blood Angel seemed to be very upset about not taking a bite of Sevatar.

If it were the original Sevita, he would have had a live fight with Amit after a series of clever swear words and gestures. If it had been Sevita who had just become the commander of the army, he would have punched him directly. , but now, now this Savita,

He just kept a straight face and gave Amit a roll of his eyes.

"Praise the God Emperor, praise the Archangel."

Sevita said expressionlessly. Amit spit on the ground and pushed Sevita hard.

"That's how you play, right?"

When he can't hear it? What this guy said was an insult to them.

When this guy said this, every hair in his body thought the same as what he said, even if Amit loses!

Sevatar's face was expressionless;

"I don't understand what you are saying, Amit."

Amit let out a low growl, "I should have chewed you to shut you up."

The Blood Angel grinned provocatively and roared, but this dispelled his boredom and wanted to continue having fun or have a fight.

Coswayne, who had witnessed the whole process, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, God Emperor, he said silently in his heart.

He wasn't used to this, but it was more like words that replaced key words, and the person praying didn't change much about his emotions.

He thought that maybe most warriors were like this, and some people, such as Sevita, did not believe in this, while others were more pious.

This is...useful.

He heard the news that spread rapidly from the mouths of mortals and the auxiliaries, and Sanguinius shone with golden light on the battlefield.

The rumors are exaggerated, but Coswayne is convinced that this will not be something that an archangel [who has some knowledge of psychic powers] can achieve.

this means……

Faith really works.

They had proven that hell and demons existed, and now Coswayen began to doubt the possibility of heaven.

After all - angels do exist.

And right before their eyes.

The archangel smiled as always, his wings emitting a faint golden light in this large preparation room - God Emperor! It wasn't reflected light, Coswayen was sure it was the light emitted by the wings themselves!

The archangel walked into the preparation room first, and people who had been prepared for a long time rushed forward. The archangel sat down on the sofa, looked at the people, and motioned for them to give way.

Then he spread his wings, which were stained with blood and knotted feathers.

The people who had just dispersed were immediately raised to the side of the angel in full gear. They combed away his knotted feathers, washed away the blood scabs with warm water, and trimmed the outline of his wings.

The makeup artist bowed, and after receiving an encouraging look from the archangel, the mortal devoutly recited a line of praise to the archangel, and then began to put makeup on the archangel.

Angels are also Primarchs who like to use [makeup] to symbolize something. Coswayne once saw Sanguinius's teardrop make-up.

But today the Archangel will not draw this, he will be brighter and majestic.

Amit grinned, and he pushed Sevita with his leg once again, and then happily ran over to help wax the angel's armor.

Koth heard Sevatar sneer.

Kos sighed inwardly, wishing the angel wasn't so stressed, he thought.

Even if the Archangel behaves perfectly.

People were still grooming the angel, and Kaos stared at this picture. This picture... made him feel inexplicably at ease and calm.

But this calm was soon interrupted.

The strong smell of blood, mixed with the smell of putrefaction, rushed into this room.

People made frightened sounds,

Sevita next to Kos started to act almost immediately. He saw Sevita trotting to another sofa as if predictably, and then shouted into the darkness,

"My Lord, here."

The darkness suddenly crashed into the sofa. He made a dissatisfied chewing sound, and fragments of some kind of flesh and blood tissue fell from his hands.

[…This time it’s purple…]

Conrad said in a low voice, and then he hummed a few words in pain. He kept whispering, but no one could hear what he was saying.

Sevita winked at the crowd, and the trembling people gathered around. Sevita pressed one hand on Conrad's arm, as if to tell people that the Lord of the Night is now to them safe.

They started trying to comb Conrad's hair, which was not easy because the flesh had been stuck there for so long.

By the way, I was treating Conrad. The Lord of the Night had just come off the battlefield.

Conrad kept whispering, his pupils twitching slightly as the prophecy progressed, Sevita remained calm and silent, and for a moment, Coswayne began to sympathize with Sevita.

[Still can’t stop? 】

The archangel suddenly spoke, and now the people began to dry the wet feathers.

The Lord of Night did not answer. Sevatar stared at the archangel and nodded.

The archangel sighed. Regarding Sevita, who could help him approve documents, the archangel had already developed some trust in this loyal, reliable, and easy-to-use Night Lord.

Savita can approve documents faster than Azkalon. He has rich experience in dealing with extreme events and unexpected documents.

Before this, the Archangel didn't want to lose his brother Curze, and now, he didn't want to lose Sevatar.

[Savitar, he is likely to be violent during the ceremony. 】

Sanguinius said softly, still smiling,

[Maybe you should try the suggestion I gave you. 】

Sevatar stared at the archangel and reluctantly nodded.

Sanguinius himself was staring at him, and now he could no longer fool him.

The Prince of Crows looked at Conrad——

"Pluto..."

The Lord of Night made a suffocating sound. He took a big breath and immediately became tired and sluggish.

Savita took a deep breath. He also felt tired. His eyes went dark just now. This feeling was not pleasant.

The Prince of Crows had an ominous premonition that this method could not be used frequently.

Conrad, who regained his consciousness, glanced at Sevita from under his messy hair, and then the Lord of the Night followed Sevita's gaze - he saw the smiling archangel, so the Lord of the Night decisively remained silent.

Archangels are scary.

There is no Sanguinius who has become a god, and the archangel who is becoming a god is still... all terrible.

Curze took a deep breath, curled up and remained silent.

The Archangel remained silent, and a subtle silence remained between the two primarchs.

Coswayne's ears moved, and he heard the steady footsteps——

He walked solemnly to the door, saluted, and deftly took the sword handed over by the Lion King.

[The seventh star field is hopeless,]

Leon said that he sat on the sofa on the other side of the Archangel, and people gathered around to wipe his armor.

[Old rules, extermination order. 】

The archangel nodded slightly, and the mortals began to hang gold ornaments on his wings.

With Baal as the center, the lion began to try to collect and control the nearby star field. The angel handed this matter over to Leon - he also saw that the ambitious Leon was keen on this, and the lion rarely even asked the angel for supplies. .

The archangel vaguely knew the secret of the First Legion, so he let his knight commander go and stopped asking.

The archangel suddenly asked,

[Is the First Army still rich in torpedoes? 】

The lion paused,

【The more, the better. 】

Leon said, tapping the armrest of the sofa with his hand.

[There is too much that needs to be destroyed. 】

[Leon, we need resources. 】

[I have left behind some mineral stars, hives with high production capacity and agricultural planets, but the existence on them still needs to be further cleared. 】

The archangel paused and opened his mouth,

[...People are also a resource. You need to leave some people...and respond to distress signals that can be rescued. 】

The more people there are and the more faith they have, the more people they can save.

The Lion King smiled and said,

[Then why don’t you persuade Conrad, who is killing innocent people in your territory? 】

Curze let out a strange cry, but didn't say anything in reply.

The archangel had no choice but to explain on behalf of the Lord of Night,

[Lion, you know that all the people he confiscated are traitors and cultists. 】

The angel authorized his inquisitor's internal rectification power. The good news is that with Conrad's sensitivity to crime, he can dig out those fallen souls in advance.

The bad news is that Conrad's definition of crime is extremely harsh, but in an environment where a cultist is likely to appear anywhere, the Lord of the Night has no time to judge "lighter" sinners.

At least Conrad's existence prevented this precarious empire from causing a crisis due to internal corruption.

The Lion King snorted coldly, closed his eyes and remained silent.

The Archangel sighed and moved his wings again so that the people would spray perfume on him.

Even if he is the original body, he will not be clean, spotless or even scented when he comes off the battlefield.

But people hope he does.

If you want to establish faith, the first step is to build an image of God - perfect.

This is the role of Sanguinius, he is the Archangel.

No more. Great!