I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 311: The Black Templars That Could Kill Guilliman
"You mean to say that you plan to bomb Macragge with virus bombs?"

"Bombing the third most important planet in the Imperium of Man, the second. The capital of Ultramar, the home world of the Ultramarines, Macragge where the two Primarchs reside?"

Zhou Yun's expression was twisted into a ball.
Virus bombs are one of the weapons that the human empire often uses to execute extermination orders. They contain a man-made virus called the biophagophore, which can spread to the entire planet within a few minutes, penetrate most power armors and awakening equipment, and quickly decompose any living creature into a mass of mud, while releasing a large amount of high-temperature flammable gas.
Then, these gases will ignite and turn into a doomsday fire that will burn the entire planet, consuming all the oxygen in the world, leaving only a bare planet.
This weapon was used by Horus on the infamous planet of Isstvan III. One of the duds was retained by the loyalist Emperor's Children, Rylanor the Dreadnought. Ten thousand years later, Rylanor used this virus bomb to trap Fulgrim and banish him back to the Warp.

It was able to send the demon primarch back to the warp with one shot. Although there was an element of sneak attack, it was enough to show the power of this doomsday weapon.

However, it is not as reliable as the Cyclone Torpedo and its cost is much higher than other extinction weapons, so it is almost no longer used in the 40th millennium of mankind.
Only a few Space Marine Chapters have this type of world-destroying weapon in their arsenal, and there is one on the Strike Cruiser Heretic.
"Yes, three." The three priests lowered their heads and said with deep remorse in their voices, "They are all relics from the Great Crusade."

Zhou Yun's expression was a little numb. No wonder your ship is called the Heretic Disaster.

The heretics would be trembling with fear when they knew that you have three virus bombs produced ten thousand years ago on your ship. If you use this thing well, one shot can kill several warbands. Warband champions, chaos lords and demon princes are all useless. Even Abaddon would have to stay away from him.

"How on earth did you come up with this?"

Zhou Yun was invited to the command room by three Black Legion priests. He covered his forehead with a twitching face and looked at the three people.

The three priests in black armor looked at each other, and after hesitating for a long time, they finally spoke:
"We saw visions, a series of symbolic visions."

"A round and fat blue civet cat stood in the warp, stretching out its corrupted round hands towards the two primarchs."

"The power of the Warp surged into the bodies of the Emperor's children, and their souls, consciousness and essence were stained with colors that did not belong to the Emperor."

"The wings of Sanguinius were dyed blue, and Roboute Guilliman's order changed. Two threads hung from the circle's hands, controlling them like puppets, and through them, controlling the Ultramarines and the Blood Angels."

"Many Ultramarines and Blood Angels were infected by the power of the round and fat blue civet cat and became warriors controlled by him."

The more the three pastors spoke, the more anxious they became:

"It's almost like foreshadowing that two primarchs have fallen into the position of Daemon Princes and two legions have become traitors. This is simply too terrible."

"Especially when we think of the resurrection of Horus and the corruption of Chaos, we think this is the enlightenment shown to us by the Emperor, so that we can see clearly that the two Primarchs have been corrupted."

"Aren't you afraid that this is pure illusion?" Zhou Yun said with sweat dripping down his back and his mouth twitching.

In a sense, they were not wrong. According to Sanguinius, although Guilliman did not realize it, both of them were close to Zhou Yun's demon princes and enjoyed Zhou Yun's power.
Indeed, many Ultramarines and Blood Angels were equipped with Zhou Yun's tools and were under Zhou Yun's command.
"We think the same way. After all, they are two primarchs. How can we harm the descendants of the God-Emperor, the brothers of Dorne?"

"But as we neared Macragge, we heard a terrible song, a song that was like the first cry of Slaanesh when the Eldar fell."

"We saw more visions, Sanguinius and Guilliman fending off a new daemon, Guilliman covered in blood but ultimately falling before it. We believe this is a sign of a new daemon being born on Macragge, and that it overwhelmed Sanguinius and Guilliman, just as the Slaanesh Daemon in the sword overwhelmed Fulgrim."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but reach out and wipe the sweat off his forehead.
Although the conclusion is a bit problematic, the process seems to be true.
"But we still feel uneasy. What if this is some kind of Chaos conspiracy?"

"So we infiltrated the celebration in Magna Macragge, and all was well until the Archon, corrupted by Slaanesh, emerged and fell to Guilliman's flaming sword."

"We sensed a strong psychic reaction. A powerful warp force emerged from within Guilliman's body. We vaguely seemed to see a demon lurking beneath Guilliman's skin."

The pastors' voices were full of apology, and they continued to speak to Zhou Yun with deep guilt:
"So we believe that the Primarch is likely to have been corrupted, and for the sake of humanity and the Empire, we have to take action."

".Although what you see is indeed a little disloyal, what if, uh, they are actually loyal descendants of the empire?"

Zhou Yun asked with a vague look in his eyes.

From the Black Templars' perspective, Zhou Yun, Sanguinius, and Guilliman did indeed look corrupted.
Not to mention the scenes they saw in their hallucinations, the mere idea of ​​bred new demons on Macragge and having them wear Guilliman's skin was enough to scare most people into calling it blasphemy.

"Then we can only leave it to the Emperor."

The pastor lowered his head in deep guilt and said:

"If they are still the loyal descendants of the Emperor, then the Emperor's power will surely protect them and punish us, the fools who have made mistakes."

"." Zhou Yun's face couldn't stop twitching.

The Black Templar is indeed the Black Templar. This group of religious people are best at closing their own logical loops.

If I succeed, it means the Emperor has promised, and you are obviously a traitor. If you are not a traitor, then I cannot succeed, because the God-Emperor will bless His loyal children.

However, their plan is unlikely to succeed, at least it is unlikely to harm Guilliman and Sanguinius, both of whom have portals in their hands and can evacuate at any time.
In addition, Zhou Yun still had a rebound cloak in his hand that he had not used up after the last exchange, which was enough to bounce the plague bomb into outer space.

"As expected!" The pastor's voice suddenly rose, with piety and fanaticism pouring out of his voice: "Just when we were about to use the plague bomb, enlightenment came."

"We have seen the Emperor's divine presence. He has shown us countless visions. We have seen Him gaze upon your deeds from His own screen in His hermitage thirty-nine millennia ago, before He had even revealed His existence."

"You are the hope, you are the dream, you are the friend of the Emperor and all mankind, the holy Doraemon! The great Doraemon!"

Zhou Yun couldn't help rubbing his brows: "Are you looking for me just to confess to me?"

That's true. The Emperor had appeared once before during the Slaanesh Incarnation incident. He was clearly paying attention to Macragge in some way.

Although some of the hallucinations seen by the Black Templars are pure hysteria, they occasionally receive true revelations from the Emperor.
It was obviously impossible for the Emperor to watch the Black Templars actually drop three plague bombs on Macragge.

"We have two small goals."

The priest lowered his head and said devoutly:

"We want an expeditionary force to follow you, to protect your safety, to spread your divinity, and to carry out an expedition of atonement until the last man dies."

Zhou Yun's eyes suddenly lit up.
The Black Templars were indeed a little crazy, but their strength and faith were unquestionable. Moreover, Zhou Yun just happened to lack a group of people to help him control the Doraemon sect, so the Black Templars were obviously a good choice.

Moreover, the style of the Black Templar is quite reminiscent of medieval knights, and it is also an opportunity for Zhou Yun to satisfy his collecting habit.

"How many people can you send?" Zhou Yun asked tentatively.

The Black Templars are a group that superficially follows the scriptures, but actually seriously exceeds the standards.

Zhou Yun estimated that they could send at least 200 to 300 people.
"How about five hundred? That's the same number you took from the Blood Angels and Ultramarines."

Zhou Yun widened his eyes slightly.
Five hundred people? Equivalent to half a regiment?
The Ultramarines and Blood Angels had combined forces from multiple sub-groups to send out so many people.

Each of your regiments will provide 500 men.
"How much does your scale exceed the regulations of the Holy Scripture?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but ask.

The eyes of the three priests became vague at the same time, as if they were hesitating.

"There shouldn't be five digits, right?" Zhou Yun asked hesitantly.

The Black Templars have a large number of expeditionary forces operating throughout the galaxy. Each expeditionary force is relatively independent and rarely joins together. Therefore, it is difficult to count how many people there are in the Black Templars, and there is no way to confirm how many people the Black Templars have exceeded the regulations of the Holy Code.

If the Black Templars are really so crazy that they have several expeditionary forces of the size of a normal war group.
"Probably not." The pastor answered hesitantly.

Zhou Yun was shocked.
You really have 10,000 people? With this scale, those who know will understand that the Black Templars are a sub-group of the Imperial Fists, while those who don't know will think that the Imperial Fists are a sub-group of your Black Templars.

As if noticing the scrutiny in Zhou Yun's eyes, the priest quickly said, "After the Great Rift opened, the various expeditionary forces were also separated. We have no way of judging how many warriors the Black Templar has now, but is there about 6,000 to 7,000 people?"

"The reason I proposed 500 people is because this is the total number of expeditionary forces we can contact."

Zhou Yun's expression was still weird. Six or seven thousand people, this number would make Guilliman, who had just finished writing the holy book, die on the spot.

"What is your other purpose?" Zhou Yun asked, raising his eyebrows.

"This involves the duties of the Heretic's Scourge. There are so many Black Templar expeditions in the galaxy, and each expedition may give birth to an Emperor Champion. Our Heretic's Scourge is responsible for transporting the black sword and judging whether a person is truly the Emperor's Champion."

"We wish to meet you in order to confirm the condition of the black sword in your hand and to officially give it to you for use—"

"So what you mean is..." Zhou Yun's eyes suddenly lit up: "There is a black sword on your ship, right?"

(End of this chapter)