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Chapter 224 I! Ideki Dante! I love my work!
"The Warmaster will come to accept your surrender."

Gavial Loken, or the cunning fellow who claimed to be Gavial Loken, said so.

Zhou Yun and Mephiston exchanged glances briefly.
Warmaster, there are only a few people in human history who have been awarded this title. Especially after the Horus Heresy, the title of Warmaster seemed to have some kind of ominous meaning, and the Empire almost completely abandoned this title.
The Warmaster mentioned by Gavial Loken could only be
There was a faint trace of sweat on Mephiston's forehead beneath the clay.
Even though he knew it was fake, and that it was just the emotions of all living beings towards the Warmaster projected onto a cunning person, Mephiston still felt nervous.

He had seen Horus in the Black Rage and knew what a monster he was.
"Don't panic, Sanguinius assured me that none of these thieves can harm me." Zhou Yun glanced at Mephiston and said in a relaxed tone.

Mephiston twitched slightly.

"Did my Lord say that these thieves would not harm me?" Mephiston couldn't help asking.

".I think, did you say it?" Zhou Yun pondered for a moment, his expression looking a little confused: "I was busy plucking his feathers at the time, so I didn't hear it clearly."

Mephiston smiled awkwardly and stiffly.
Zhou Yun no longer paid attention to Mephiston. This was Mephiston. He could definitely take care of himself and there was no need for Zhou Yun to pay too much attention to him.

He set his sights on the cunning Loken and continued to enjoy the scene.
Zhou Yun had a vague feeling that everything that was happening before his eyes was like a drama, giving Zhou Yun a strange sense of familiarity.
The three thieves in front of me seemed to be just acting according to the established script, but they themselves didn't know it.
"Can he do it now?!" the old man in purple asked anxiously.

"I have already sent a signal to the Warmaster." Loken said with a headache.

He has reported the current situation to the warlord.
The Warmaster respected the surrenderers and was willing to give them the final honors, but he was also curious about the strange Astartes.

Locke gritted his teeth. The hallucinations in front of him became more severe.

He didn't seem to be standing in the extravagant palace of the "Emperor", but in an upside-down black iron tower. The throne in the center of the tower was also made of black scrap iron, which looked ugly and huge.
Locke vaguely saw the flow of light and shadow above.
All these illusions were fleeting, but he took a breath and suddenly understood why the old man in purple clothes insisted on seeing the Warmaster.

"You are not the Emperor!!!" Loken roared, "This is a trap!!!"

He turned his head sharply, pointing the power sword in his hand at the invisible being sitting on the throne.
The real "Emperor" always sat on that throne, remaining invisible and not revealing himself.
He was waiting for the Warmaster to arrive so that he could launch a surprise attack and kill him.

A beast-like roar sounded, and in front of Loken's eyes, illusions and reality intertwined, light and shadows kept changing, and powerful psychic power roared throughout the room.

He suddenly felt as if his chest was hit by a troop carrier, and his whole body was lifted up like weeds in a hurricane, and slammed heavily against the black iron wall.

Loken spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell limply in the corner like a rag.

He saw the light and shadow on the throne constantly moving, and there seemed to be a giant beast five or six meters tall lurking in the gap between the light and shadow.

The Astartes with unknown paint and the psychic Ogryn were standing in the psychic storm caused by the behemoth, and a faint psychic barrier enveloped the two of them.

"help------"

Before Locke could say anything, a strong teleportation light burst out in the room, very close to Locke.
"Wolf God!" Loken roared and reminded his genetic father.

In the teleporting light, a majestic giant god appeared.

It was a giant, much taller than Loken, wearing a power armor between pale gold and bone white, like the first rays of light when the sun rose on Terra, hot and bright, instantly filling the entire room with light.
The various runes flashing on his power armor sparkled brightly, and the Eye of Terra on his chest added a sense of majesty. The cloak made of beast fur behind him moved with the wind generated by the transmission, making him awe-inspiring without even showing any anger.

It is the embodiment of human strength, the most perfect warrior,
The moment he appeared, the strange illusions that lingered in Locke's eyes became thin and almost disappeared.

However, from Zhou Yun's perspective, it was a different story.

He did not see any warrior full of glory and majesty, but only a strange Genestealer chief or quasi-chief.

It was a bald chicken about six meters tall, with a completely naked triangular head without a chitinous shell covering it.
It is covered with extremely thick chitinous shells, which are intertwined and actually look like a set of power armor.

Moreover, the gaps between these chitinous shells seemed to slowly twist into a series of complex runes, and gradually formed a broken Eye of Terra shape on its chest.

Its hideous, alien face twisted and looked towards the throne where light and shadow flowed.
The invisible beast on the throne let out a roar, suddenly stood up and pounced on it.

Its expression remained unchanged, and it suddenly raised its claws covered with sharp chitin.

BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!

The whistling sound of the melta pistol was faster than its claws.
The head of the invisible beast exploded in a roar of molten sparks.

Precise, swift, and casual, as if he had no hesitation about where his bullet would land. Locke was astonished. He had never seen such superb marksmanship before.
It wasn't like he was shooting at the enemy, but rather like the enemy was destined to pass through the trajectory of his bullet.

Locke even noticed that there was a hint of subtle surprise in the Warmaster's eyes, and his marksmanship seemed to have touched him as well.

"I swear to destroy all tyrants and liars."

The Warmaster looked at the Astartes warrior with unknown paint:

“But this time someone got ahead of me.”

"It's alright, Warmaster. I believe that one day you will personally beat the biggest tyrant and liar in the galaxy into a paraplegic state."

Zhou Yun put down the melta pistol in his hand, looked at the huge chicken in front of him with a light face and said.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but after the invisible chicken on the throne died, its body seemed to have grown a little bigger.
Is it a competition between the candidates for the Genestealer leader?
As the pool of candidates decreases, the remaining individuals will be stimulated to become stronger.
Zhou Yun had noticed the invisible chicken thief lying on the throne early on. That was obviously the real "Emperor" and the candidate for the leader of this group of invisible gene thieves.

But it just kept lying on the throne in stealth mode and didn't move, so Zhou Yun and Mephiston ignored it.

After hearing Zhou Yun's words, the quasi-chief of the Genestealer, who was covered in a chitinous shell like a power armor, laughed and his eyes fell on Zhou Yun.

"That's a nice compliment. Your mouth is as dangerous as your gun. Which of my brothers' offspring has such a sharp tongue? Guilliman's?"

As he spoke, the prospective clan leader's gaze fell on Zhou Yun, and his expression became serious:

"Warrior, I am the Lord of the Luna Wolf, the Warmaster appointed by the Emperor of Mankind, the beloved Lord of all mankind, and the Primarch who shoulders the great mission of the Great Crusade."

"I am Horus, the Firstborn Son of the Emperor."

As he spoke, the quasi-patriarch who claimed to be Horus' eyes became sharp, as if he was examining Zhou Yun:

"Now, tell me who you are and why you are getting involved in this war!"

Mephiston took a step back, his expression uncertain.

It was because Mephiston really felt the breath of Horus on this thief.

Although it was a fake, a false Horus projected from the emotions and beliefs of all beings in the warp, it gave Mephiston a sense of authenticity.

Mephiston could even feel that the black rage that he had originally overcome and suppressed in the depths of his soul had inexplicably become active, as if it was lodged in the body of the monster before him.
Mephiston vaguely saw a pair of dark wings behind the cunning creature, as if the black angel in the legend of Baal was staring at him.

He hurriedly sent what he saw to Zhou Yun's mind through his psychic power.

Zhou Yun just pressed the hat on his head, smiled slightly, and reached into his four-dimensional pocket.
Loken almost thought he was going to draw his weapon, but the Warmaster remained standing still, staring at Zhou Yun.

Then, Loken's breath caught.
A light brighter than the Warmaster's instantly illuminated the entire room.
Zhan Shuai also took a step back and stared at what Zhou Yun was holding in his hand.
It was a feather, about the length of Locke's arm, pure as snow, with a slight blue tip, and the whole thing was shrouded in a warm sun-like glow.

The moment the feather was taken out, it was as if there was a clear sound of a holy bell. The things in front of Loken's eyes suddenly became clear, and many mists and illusions disappeared.
In the light splashing from the feathers, Loken vaguely saw that the Warmaster had turned into some kind of monster more than six meters tall, but it was only for a moment.

Because the Astartes warrior of unknown paint gently put down the feather in his hand, so that the light no longer shone on the Warmaster and Loken.

"So it was Sanguinius who sent you here." The Warmaster's voice softened slightly.

The Astartes with unknown paint job nodded slightly and said softly, "I am a member of the Holy Blood Guard, a member of the Guard of Sanguinius. You can call me Deki Dante!"

In an instant, Loken's eyes seemed to suddenly see clearly. The power armor of the Astartes who called himself Deki Dante turned into gold inlaid with bloodstone, and the emblem of the Holy Blood Guard was on the shoulder armor.

Locke felt a little guilty for a moment. He had only just recognized this person as a member of the Holy Blood Guard.
"It turned out to be the Holy Blood Guard."

A slight smile appeared on Horus's lips. The Holy Blood Guard was the personal guard of Sanguinius, but sometimes they were sent as the personal guards of other commanders to show the closeness and favor of the Archangel.
Horus obviously thought that this was his brother expressing his friendship to him. It was normal since he had just taken office as Warmaster and had a good relationship with Sanguinius.

"Then, in the name of the Warmaster, I agree that you will join the 63rd Expeditionary Fleet and become my personal guard, boarding the Spirit of Vengeance with me."

(End of this chapter)