Warhammer: Emperor's Ravenbringer

Chapter 137 Hydra and the Secret Cult
Uriel was still in a daze, and only came back to his senses after hearing Angron's words.

He looked at the cube in his hand, then at Angron, and finally nodded woodenly.

The power displayed by Angron would confuse not only him, but also the entire Greater Sorian Alliance.

With just a wave of his hand, he could detain and imprison an entire star.

With such means, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are gods in the real world.

Behind Angron, Kahn, Lotara, Varis, Gale and others all stood up straight with smiles on their faces.

When they thought of the Primarch's power and his performance just now, as well as the expressions of Uriel and other high-ranking space dwarves, they felt an inexplicable sense of pride.

"Joining the human empire is your best choice." Angron said, "We come here with sincerity."

“Can’t we just live alone in the center of the galaxy?” Uriel looked at Angron, still striving for independence and autonomy.

Angron laughed.

"Do you think that's possible?"

"The galaxy is a very cruel place. You are either an ally or an enemy. Being neutral is a sin."

"With many soldiers and generals, and excellent weapons, if we don't unify the galaxy, drive out the aliens, and build a unified human race, do you think it's good to keep them?"

"What will you do if we don't surrender?" Uriel asked.

"War," Angron said calmly, "I don't want to be stained with the blood of my own people, but some things must be done."

Uriel sighed.

"I am just a leader of the Greater Sorian Alliance. I am not qualified to make such a decision."

"This is something that requires a meeting of the league to decide."

"I do have some patience." Angron nodded, "But I must warn you, if you betray us and rashly fire at Imperial ships, it will be an all-out war, and I will show no mercy."

"I understand." Uriel also nodded.

Next, Angron showed Uriel around the Conqueror.

Angron fully demonstrated the affinity and cunning of being a Primarch, creating a harmonious and friendly atmosphere, and extracting more information from the other party amid laughter.

Targetedly show the side of yourself that can best appeal to the other person, so that the other person will unconsciously respond to his questions with sincerity and frankness.

"This is the rope of triumph. Every war will have a section of it, red represents victory, black represents defeat. This is my rope of triumph, it is always red."

Angron showed Uriel his Rope of Triumph while he was touring the training grounds.

"You possess such power, who can be your opponent?" Uriel said.

"Besides my brother, there are."

Angron was about to continue, but was interrupted by Uriel, his voice tinged with uneasiness.

"You mean your brothers? Please allow me to ask, how many brothers do you have? Are they all like you?"

Angron nodded.

"My father created a total of twenty Primarchs, and each of them was more talented than me."

Uriel: "..."

You can already imprison the stars with ease.

So, you tell me, there are 19 people who are as good as you, or even better than you? ?

Give others a chance to survive!!
This human empire is definitely cheating!

Angron, sensing Uriel's emotional fluctuations, waved his hand and opened the data screen.

Static-like beams of light jumped, outlining a huge holographic projection screen.

It shows the Primarch returning to the Imperium.

The little thoughts in Uriel's heart were completely extinguished.

The power of the human empire is not something that the space dwarves can challenge.

Once war breaks out, the entire center of the Milky Way will be flattened.

"Angron's ability to control people's hearts is truly terrifying."

Raven watched the entire negotiation process.

Very pleased with Angron.

A Kankan without the Butcher's Nails implanted in it is a hexagonal warrior that can both fight and resist.

After visiting the Conqueror, Uriel got up and left, returning to the Greater Sorian Alliance to discuss with other leaders.

In the next few days, various space dwarf forces sent representatives to board the Conqueror to negotiate with Angron.

Angron was very patient and met with them one by one, having in-depth and earnest conversations with them.

Sometimes, Angron, Kahn and others would go to the space dwarf warships to see their technology or giant structures.

A week later, Uriel came to visit again.

He brought a reply from the Greater Thorian Alliance.

The leaders are willing to submit to the Human Empire, but some conditions need to be discussed in detail.

They hope to gain more autonomy, and the Empire must also formulate policies to tilt resources and technology towards the space dwarves.

Simply put, they want to be the Celestial Dragons of the Empire.

Such a thing would naturally not be recognized.

After another round of fruitless negotiations, the representatives of the Greater Sorian Alliance returned to their ships, and Kahn vented his anger in front of his companions.

"Did those guys take us for fools?"

"They keep asking for this and that. Why don't they just say the Empire should provide for them?"

"The situation is now at a standstill." Lotara shook his head. "Those guys are professional politicians. They are asking for a sky-high price and want to get the highest price."

"Being willing to sit down and negotiate is always a good thing. As long as we are more patient, we should be able to convince the other party." Angron was quite optimistic about this peace negotiation.

War is a last resort.

Once the war starts, there will be mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

All the empire got were many cities in ruins.

Scores of hard-pressed and hostile local residents.

And a planet that will surely seek out opportunities to rebel.

While Angron was parleying with the Space Dwarves.

On the other side, the 73th Legion, Alpha Legion, is responding to the call for help from the rd Expedition Fleet and heading to a world called North to carry out a mopping-up mission.

According to the report from Expedition Fleet No. 73, the technology of the Norsemen is several levels lower than that of the Empire.

It should have been an easy win, but they had something else.

They possess mysterious knowledge and have received some powerful support.

They are like the wizards described in fantasy novels, who can manipulate elements at will and change the natural landscape at will.

A knight order was annihilated and more than two hundred knight mechas were destroyed.

Three tank clusters and six corps disappeared forever on the North battlefield.

After the 73rd Legion realized that the war could not be won, it decisively called for support.

Alpharius learned of this.

He responded decisively to the distress signal.

Heading to the planet Noth with a large fleet.

The Alpha is the flagship of the 20th Legion and is also a Queen of Glory-class battleship equipped with many high-tech equipment.

According to the current classification of the Empire, it can be classified as a 2+ generation battleship.

Able to freely enter and exit subspace within the gravitational pull of a star.

Inside the bridge at this time.

Alpharius stood in front of the railing of the platform, overlooking the busy staff below.

Next to him stood a warrior without a helmet, who looked exactly like him.

The height and appearance are like a one-to-one replica of the original. This warrior is called Omega, and like Alpharius, he is the 20th Primarch.

When the Primarch was stolen by the gods and thrown into the universe, he was thrown to an unnamed planet far away from Terra.

He grew up there alone.

After a group of human bandits arrived on the unnamed planet, he defeated those guys, obtained a spaceship, and set foot on the starry sky.

The two twins seemed to have some kind of telepathy.

They eventually met on a world called Balsavo.

Alpharius discovered Omega, but did not inform Terra immediately.

According to the Emperor, He created only twenty Primarchs.

Why do I have twins here?

What kind of secret is hidden here!
Once he thought deeply, Alpharius felt an inexplicable fear.

He knew something about the Warp.

And he knew what the Lord of Mankind was fighting against.

The reason why the Primarchs are scattered across the galaxy is because of the involvement of the powerful Chaos powers.

The appearance of twins is most likely a conspiracy of the Chaos Powers, or it may be due to some special reasons.

Alpharius was confused.

He didn't know whether he was the original or a copy.

If it is the latter, he should behave in this way.

If the other primarch brothers knew about this, how would they view him?

He will not disclose the existence of Omega until he finds out the truth of the matter.

The sound of footsteps came.

Omega put on a helmet to avoid his face being seen.

The intelligence chief, whose half face was transformed into metal, subconsciously ignored Omega, whose presence was extremely low, and walked up to Alpharius to report to the Primarch.

"Sir, we have arrived near the planet Noth and are about to enter the real universe."

Alpharius nodded and stood up from his seat.

"Turn on the ship-wide communications. I have something to say to them."

The servoskull buzzed and flew in front of the Primarch.

The anti-gravity engines vibrated the entire skull, causing it to hang in the air.

It unfolded a robotic arm and extended a communications speaker in front of the Primarch.

Each Primarch was an outstanding politician, military strategist, and orator.

Alpharius paused for a moment, forming his words, then spoke firmly.

"The enemies of the planet Noth refused to submit to the Empire and used the evil magic of the warp to severely damage the landing force of the 73rd Expedition Fleet. This is an unforgivable crime and they must be punished."

"Since Terra, we have swept from one end of the galaxy to the other, and have established countless merits. Now, I propose to add another glorious achievement to our record."

"We will declare war on the planet Noth until the last enemy who dares to resist the Empire falls."

Cheers rang out and gathered in the communication channel.

After boosting people's morale, Alpharius summoned the first captain - Inge Peck, the second captain - Xias, the captain of the Alpha - Unger, the expedition lord commander - Matt and other senior members of the expedition.

In the strategy meeting room.

A projection of the planet Noth appeared on the shiny tactical table, along with intelligence provided by Expedition Fleet No. 73.

"The Norsemen have become minions of Chaos and possess extraordinary psychic powers," Alpharius said. "Currently, the main resistance forces have retreated to an area called Wutan, which is covered with magnificent mountains and guarded by a strange force."

"Neither orbital bombing nor saturation strikes will help. We cannot destroy the enemy's resistance base."

"How are we going to deal with them?" Inge Peck asked.

"We will use what we do best," Alpharius said. "The Legionnaires will drop from the air and advance from the perimeter until all resistance is destroyed."

".."

While holding a military meeting, the Alpha left the subspace and entered the real universe.

The whole process was very smooth and there was no feeling of any bumps.

After entering the real universe, the battleship started its conventional engine and flew towards the target planet.

Planet Noth, Wutan area.

The desolate Gobi Desert is shrouded in scorching heat.

Herds of long-horned beasts rumbled across the vast plain, raising clouds of dust.

Several aliens wearing armor or robes stood on the top of a towering mountain.

These were from different races, one of them was human.

"The twins are here, as fate has foretold." A slender alien spoke.

Hearing this, many creatures looked up at the cloudless sky.

Bright spots as thin as needle points appeared in the sky.

These tiny points of light quickly turned into blazing meteors, trailing dazzling trails, breaking through the clouds and falling to the earth.

The Norse anti-aircraft guns opened fire, bright beams of light shot into the sky, along with shells.

But they couldn't stop those meteors from falling.

A war broke out.

The empire vented its anger on the rebels who were unwilling to submit to it.

“The dark fate of the universe is about to begin, and the battle between gods and empires will also start from here.”

"Our duty is to guide. The Twins are the key to the war between Chaos and the Empire."

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Those creatures talked to each other and planned their future destiny.

At this moment, the raven who was eating French fries offered by the space dwarves on the Conqueror was suddenly stunned.

The originally orderly destiny line was suddenly disturbed.

The future scene of Alpharius's great rebellion appeared in his eyes.

A big question mark appeared on the raven's little head.

"Ah! The Primarch is indeed worthy of being the son of a big guy. When it comes to making trouble, he is always the best."

I'm really convinced.

How come every Primarch has the potential to rebel? !
If I don’t cheat, I will definitely be killed by the Chaos Gods!
Raven sorted out the disturbed fate and found that it was caused by those guys from the secret sect.

The Cabal is an ancient organization founded by the Ancients at the end of the War in Heaven. It was originally intended to fight against the out-of-control Warp.

The membership of this organization is very complex.

There are not only elves and humans, but also mechanical life forms, energy life forms, and races similar to birds, insects and lizards.

"Do these guys still want to cause trouble? We need to go find Coze. If we don't teach these idiots a lesson, they will always think they can make all the decisions."

The raven secretly thought of the little bat.

"What's wrong with Mr. Raven? Is it not to your taste?"

Angron, who was standing by, noticed the raven had stopped moving.

"I'll have them send some fresh ones right over."

"No thanks." Raven shook his head and refused. "I have to go take care of some things. Remember to complete the negotiations with the space dwarves."

"Don't be afraid if you mess up. Just tell me before notifying Terra. I'll help you solve the subsequent troubles."

“Ferry.” Angron shouted to stop it, but the raven tore through space and left.

(End of this chapter)