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Chapter 554 The Blood Raven Lamenter and the Clone Swordsman

On the Omniscient Mystery, Blood Raven Chapter Master Gabriel Angelos stood on the bridge, gazing at the magnificent warship appearing on the oracles. A sense of security welled up within him.

The Crimson Tear, the flagship of Primarch Saint Gilles, the magnificent Queen of Glory-class battleship, reappeared in the galaxy several decades ago, carrying Saint Gilles and his offspring on a galactic expedition, just as it had during the Great Crusade ten thousand years prior.
About a decade or so ago, Saint Gilles broadcast a message from the Red Tear to the entire galaxy, summoning all still loyal descendants of Saint Gilles to the Red Tear to meet their genetic father.

About five or six years ago, this message crossed the flood of warp space and was intercepted by the Omniscient Mystery, which was under attack by the Iron Warriors.

Blood Raven has been targeted by the traitorous Iron Warriors for decades.

Those shameless traitors tried to steal the Blood Raven's ancestral relic, the Warhammer Breaker.
That warhammer was forged by Forgrim, wielded by Feralus, and after Feralus's death, it came into the hands of Perturabo, who modified it, making it exceptionally powerful.

Therefore, the loyal Blood Raven would never hand over this precious relic that carries the history of the chapter.
For decades, Blood Raven has relied on the think tank's prophecies to evade and fight against the Iron Warriors' pursuit.
But this was not a long-term solution; Blood Raven was simply powerless to withstand the hatred of a Primarch alone.

When they received Sanguis's message, even Peturabo himself was already close to the Omniscient Mystery.

When Gabriel Angelos received the call from Saint Gilles to all his children, he was overwhelmed with emotion, feeling that he had finally found someone to rely on.
Gabriel Angelos acted decisively, releasing a sacred relic passed down through the Blood Raven family.

It was a Necromancer's Hyperspace Cube, within which was sealed a fragment of a Star God who called himself "Margo Ladros."

Gabriel Angelos reached some agreements with Him, and Gabriel Angelos destroyed the Hyperspace Cube with a hammer imbued with the wrath of Skabrand, releasing the fragment of the Star God.
In return, "Margo Radros" will fight against Perturabo and the Iron Warriors, and will teleport the Blood Ravens away.

This was certainly a risky move, but fortunately, the Star God kept his promise, teleporting the Blood Ravens away before facing the Iron Warriors and Primarch Peturabo alone.

This even caused news of Peturabo to disappear from the galaxy for several years, and the Blood Ravens seized the opportunity to head to the Red Tear.

"After thousands of years, we Blood Ravens have finally found our genetic father," Gabriel Angelos exclaimed, taking a deep breath.

"My lord, is it really true?" Apollo Diomedes, former captain of the Honor Guard and now a chapter cleric, couldn't help but ask.

“Is it really what?” Gabriel Angelos glared at Apollo. “Have we not always been the noble sons of Saint Gilles?”

“Look at our chapter insignia, look at the pile of relics related to the Blood Angels in our warehouse, look at our habit of cultivating our character with history and artifacts. We are clearly the offspring of Saint Gilles!” Gabriel Angelos said firmly.

The company commanders on the bridge listened to Gabriel's words in silence for a moment.
Historically, the Blood Ravens did indeed doubt their lineage from Saint Gilles, but after a secret investigation, they learned some of the secrets surrounding Saint Gilles' descendants and thus became convinced that they were not his offspring.
Of course, only the Blood Raven's higher-ups knew about this.
"Isn't it reasonable for us to mistakenly believe ourselves to be descendants of Saint Gilles?"

Gabriel Angelos felt a chill run down his spine under the stares of the company commanders around him, and finally sighed and said:
“Even if we are found out that we are not, it was an unintentional act. Saint Gilles is a benevolent Primarch. Would he criticize us for this? Would he refuse to let us join his expedition?”

Gabriel Angelos didn't actually reveal his true thoughts.

This little trick would most likely not fool the archangel, but Gabriel also believed the archangel wouldn't expose their scheme, and that the merciful angel would accept them. If that angel truly refused to accept Blood Raven...
Blood Raven's only option is to fight Iron Warrior and Perturabo to the death, and Blood Raven has no shortage of courage.

Gabriel knew what his reliquary contained, and even at the cost of the entire chapter's destruction, he might be able to leave a deep and indelible scar on Perturab.
Just as Gabriel was pondering, the Omniscient Mystery suddenly turned sharply and then shook violently, almost causing Gabriel to fall over.

"What happened?" Gabriel demanded in a loud voice.

Almost instantly, Gabriel understood what had happened.
A ship slightly smaller than the Omniscient Mystery passed by at a very close distance.

"Sir, should we send a message to scold them?"

Blood Raven has never been one to suffer a loss.

Gabriel looked at the ship, remained silent for a moment, and then shook his head.
The ship was so dilapidated, it looked as if it had been gnawed by countless giant insects; even the keel of the ship was faintly visible in the void. Clearly, the other party hadn't done it intentionally; the ship had genuinely suffered a significant malfunction and was difficult to control.
But this is not the main reason why Gabriel Angelos didn't criticize them.
He saw the ship's code displayed on the oracles; it was the Weeping Maiden, the ship of the Lamenters.
The Lamenters, a sub-band of the Blood Angels—Gabriel could only describe this chapter with two words:
The first word is respect; those warriors were truly the sons of Saint Gilles, as noble as their genetic father.
Not long ago, in order to protect the Imperial worlds along the Kraken Hive fleet's marching route and to buy their people a chance to escape, they launched repeated attacks on the Kraken Hive fleet.
This was a hopeless battle. Even the Blood Angels' mother legion would need to summon all the children of Saint Gilles to muster a full 25,000 people to fight against an entire Hive fleet. The Lamenters, on the other hand, numbered less than 1,000.

Gabriel last heard from them fifty or sixty years ago, when it was said that the number of mourners had dwindled to less than three companies.
It now seems that their situation is probably even worse than the news suggested; in fact, they are likely on the verge of being wiped out. "Let them go first; it's the respect they deserve."

Gabriel Angelos sighed, and all the Blood Raven ships made way for the weeping ones.

Not only the Blood Ravens, but the other ships gathered around also paid tribute to these warriors in the same way.
But the Tearful Maiden flew a short distance forward before suddenly stopping.

Gabriel Angelos stared blankly as the sub-light-speed engine of the Tearful Daughter exploded with a bang, the engulfing flames nearly consuming half of the ship.
What was supposed to be a solemn scene suddenly became somewhat...abstract.
Misfortune was Gabriel Angelos' second impression of the weeping man.
The reason this group of mourners was reduced to the brink of annihilation was not only due to their heroic deeds, but also to their bad luck.
"Get ready to jump aboard and rescue them," Gabriel Angelos said, rubbing his temples.

A slender longsword pierced the air as the elegant human warrior in his robes weaved through the undead, reaping the lives of those who pursued them.
His movements were so light that even the finest warriors among the undead could not match him, leaving Tarachin puzzled as to how such power could be generated from flesh and blood.
In the blink of an eye, all the pursuers from the Silent King were cut down by that slender longsword.

The swordsman gently shook the iron filings off his sword and nodded in salute to Tarasin and Allah Khar.

Anlakel is an important figure among the undead. Before the Silent King's return, he roamed the stars, saving many undead tomb worlds and drawing one-tenth of their armies to follow him.

Many parts of the world have benefited from Allah's grace, and Allah wields considerable influence both militarily and politically.
Although Anlakel's military power was fragmented and controlled after the Silent King's return, his political influence remains considerable, which is why a former overlord could be monitored by the Trinity.

However, while Talasi's help in shaking off the Trinity Guard might work in the short term, it eventually came to light and triggered the Silent King's sensitive nerves.

This prompted the Silent King to send undead troops to attempt to invade Tal Rashin's museum. Had it not been for the museum staff's reliability and loyalty, and the extensive protective measures Tal Rashin had taken for the museum, the Solemnas Museum itself would have become history.

Talasi spent some time trapping and killing the Silent King's lackeys, then took the swordsman from the museum and left Solemnas.

Their original plan was to go to Tarachin's "connections" in the Empire—but Tarachin's plan backfired.

Tarachin could no longer contact his "connections," and the great sage seemed to have vanished into the stars.

Tarasim, Anlakel, and the swordsman were hunted not only by the undead but also by those things called demons.
They had to continue their journey while being pursued. The swordsman suggested they head straight to Terra, claiming he needed to speak with his father.
Tarasin and Allakir had no better plan and could only agree.

“We should go, clone,” Tarasin said to the swordsman.

The swordsman sheathed his sword with exquisite grace, giving Tarachin a slight nod: "Exactly—"

Suddenly, the swordsman froze on the spot, his head drooping as if struck by a powerful wave of dizziness.
"I saw it, I saw it, as I took the hammer from the fire and gave it to him."

"I saw a warrior in dark red power armor, carrying that warhammer, coming to meet my brother."

"Father, is this your inspiration?"

The swordsman suddenly began to talk to himself, as if he were talking to a voice that did not exist.

Tarasin and Anlakel exchanged a glance, both undead baffled by the human's erratic behavior.

"Tarasin".

The swordsman suddenly raised his head and looked at Tarasin:
“We’re changing our destination. I see myself. I see where one of my brothers is.”

“Let’s go see Saint Gilles; he’s not far from us.”

(The next chapter will be a little later.)
(End of this chapter)