I'm in Warhammer, I just want to grow mushrooms

Chapter 179: Listen to the Questions
“It’s hard to imagine that I can see such a grand sight outside of Terra.”

After passing through the manor gate, Xia Fen and his group strolled along the garden avenue, walking slowly towards the main building.

This is the manor used by successive Epimet governors to entertain foreign guests. Between the gate and the main building is a vast lawn and flower garden.

On the right hand side of the entrance is a sea of red and white flowers.

The deep red dahlias stand out against the creamy white irises, their bright red buds sparkling in the artificial sunlight.

"There is no doubt that the Blood Angels will like this scenery." Xia Fen and the warriors accompanying him spoke in low voices, their eyes sweeping over several Space Marines standing by the flower beds.

The four men were wearing MK3 power armor, painted dark red with a small amount of gold. There were reinforced rivets on the metal arc of the right shoulder, the left shoulder was sprayed with the Blood Angels logo, the sergeant's veteran identification mark was fixed on the right knee, and the left knee was sprayed with the "277th Company" pattern.

The Blood Angels Legion has more than 300 companies. The later the company number, the more its mission is inclined towards logistical work.

These four Blood Angels bear the insignia of veteran sergeants, but they belong to the 277th Company, which means they are veterans of at least three hundred years. Due to their age and declining physical functions, they have been transferred to the logistics company to do relatively leisurely work.

As an experienced veteran, his nerves are as hard and cold as steel. Why would he stop in front of the sea of red and white flowers?
Out of curiosity, Xia Fen slowed down and stopped for a moment behind the four Blood Angels.

Following the Blood Angel's gaze towards the sea of flowers, Xia Fen and her companions couldn't help but admire in low voices.

There is an introduction sign right in front of the flower garden with the words "Holy Blood Garden" written on it.

Standing in front of this sign, visitors can see a pattern made of dahlias, which is the symbol of the Blood Angels Legion.

This design that used red flowers as pixels immediately captured the hearts of the four Blood Angels veterans, causing them to stop and observe, unable to recover for a long time.

"This Governor Wilsey is really a creative person." Xiafen and his companions smiled. "Lunk, do you think Wilsey will arrange the same art works for us Word Bearers?"

"I think he will do that. We might as well take a look around the manor. Maybe we can find works related to the Word Bearers soon." A complex look appeared in the eyes of the Word Bearer named Langke, with both expectation and a hint of sadness.

The Word Bearers recalled that humiliating scene.

Their perfect city was destroyed.

Amid the ruins, their Primarch was forced to kneel before Robouti Guilliman, Primarch of the Ultramarines Legion.

The man they once regarded as a god gave them a ruthless rejection.

Lino Wilsey could use the culture of the Blood Angels to please the warriors of that legion, but he could never use the Word Bearers' past beliefs to please the Word Bearers, because the latter had been rejected by the Empire and had become dust and waste paper in history.

"I'm a little curious about what kind of work Willsy will arrange for us. After all, we are no longer compatible with the past..."

Xia Fen whispered as she walked, and the atmosphere in the team became a little depressing.

They passed by a dozen carefully arranged works of art in turn: sculptures, flower beds, fountains, firework displays, and silent iron felt.

Everything is about a team of trading representatives.

Finally, in the vine-covered gallery near the main building, the Word Bearers found the work the Governor had arranged for them.

The vines are entangled like giant snakes, weaving a verdant dome.

Countless parchment scrolls were hung at the end of the vines, and the thin scrolls made crackling sounds when rustled by the wind.

The sun cast bits of golden light through the gaps in the vines. The parchment scrolls swayed in the wind in the light. A sacred and quiet atmosphere lingered in the corridor.

Such a unique layout made the four people who carry the words feel slightly dazed and their eyes trembled at the same time.

"The atmosphere here reminds me of Lord Aurelion's library."

"I remember there was such a corridor in the largest garden in Perfect City."

"Perhaps we should take some pictures and let the brothers appreciate Wilsey's work."

"Well, that's what I meant."

Xia Fen was just about to put on the helmet and take a picture with the built-in scanner when she suddenly discovered some writing on the parchment scrolls. She then hung the helmet back on her waist and walked up.

Most of the scrolls are blank, but a few have a few lines of text on them.

Xia Fen grasped a scroll and gently unfolded it.

The text on the scroll is written with special ink that will decompose on its own in the sunlight.

Their color was fading rapidly, just like the Word Bearers' lost past.

Before the text completely disappeared, Xia Fen read out the above content:

"The chains of praise are stronger than the fetters of punishment,
"For he who is bound in chains kisses every link,
“And called it the sacred pattern.” (Note 1)

"hiss------"

Xia Fen and her three companions took a long breath.

"It seems to be some kind of prophecy, which is a bit like our style. However, I don't remember such a sentence in our past works."

Xia Fen murmured softly, her brows furrowed, staring at the blank page, pondering the deep meaning of this prophecy.

Langke found another parchment scroll with text in the corridor.

Just like the previous one, the text on the scroll is disappearing. The difference is that the content of this scroll is a question.

"If the chains were forged and kissed by your own hands,

"You should call it a sacred emblem,
"Or a prison cell without shackles in sight?"

Lang Ke read the questions on the parchment scroll with a serious expression:

"Xia Fen, this question seems to be connected to the prophecy just now."

Langke recalled the contents of the two parchment scrolls:
"Chains of praise are stronger than fetters of punishment, for he who is bound by them kisses each ring and calls it a sacred thread.

"If the chain is forged and kissed by your own hands, should it be called a sacred pattern or a prison without visible shackles?"

"Bang!" There was a loud bang.

Xia Fen and Lang Ke were startled and turned to look at their companions at the entrance of the corridor.

The Word Bearers warrior was wearing gloves made of ceramic steel and leather. He punched the pillar, veins popping out on his face and his expression twisted, as if he was enduring some kind of pain.

"Huff, huff..." The breathing sounded as heavy as an ox, and the two hearts and three lungs under the breastplate beat violently.

"Nabil, what's wrong with you?" Xia Fen asked with concern.

The Space Marine named Nabil said in a hoarse voice:

"It's...it's stirring."

"It? Are you talking about..." The demon within us?
Xia Fen did not say the second half of the sentence, but everyone at the scene knew what he meant.

"Yes." Nabil nodded with difficulty and sat down on the spot holding the pillar. He was sweating profusely, trying to calm his rapid breathing, and his heart was full of confusion:

"Wasn't it asleep? Why was it awakened? Could it be because of the prophecies on these parchments? Are they new shackles we put on ourselves?"

Low voices echoed in the corridor, and the four Word Bearers fell silent.

They used to praise the Emperor and regarded him as the only true God in the world, but the Emperor rejected their faith with cold actions.

The Word Bearers' Primarch, Lorgar Aurelion, fell into confusion until he found the true gods in the "Great Eye" and offered them his soul and loyalty.

This action is undoubtedly to take off the shackles of the past and put on new ones, and then call it "sacred lines".

"Brothers, we have no way out." Xia Fen was the first to break free from the thoughts brought about by the prophecy and said in a deep voice:

"We have witnessed the truth of the world and seen through the lies of the Imperial Truth. We need to let the entire Empire know the nature of the Warp."

Xia Fen glanced at the parchment scrolls around her, with a cold light flashing in her eyes:
"Tear up all these scrolls. Don't let the false words compiled by Lino Wilsey shake our minds. We are the Word Bearers. Only we can interpret the meaning of God's scriptures. How dare a small hive governor meddle in our territory? Tear them up, tear them all up!"

The pastor spoke and the three team members dared not disobey.

Xia Fen waved her hands wildly, pulled off the scroll, tore it up and threw it away.

Langke swung both hands, pulled off a dozen scrolls, and tore them into pieces roughly.

Nabil got up from the ground, his face full of anger, as if he was humiliated by the contents of the scroll.

Not only did he tear off the parchment scroll, he also stomped on it more than a dozen times with his feet wrapped in ceramic steel, and did not stop even when the floor tiles were broken:

"Li Nuo, Weierxi! This guy actually dared to shake me! Damn it, guy!"

The fourth Word Bearer on the scene was a little slow.

When faced with a blank parchment, he would tear it off and tear it into pieces, but when he saw a parchment with text, he would take it, read it quickly, and then destroy it.

Not knowing what he read, he paused and stood there in a daze.

"True God does not need sacrifices, only eternal gazes..."

"Barthusa Narek! What are you doing!?" Xia Fen angrily called out Narek's full name, his eyes wide open:

"Tear up all the parchments and do not read the words on them! Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes." Narek tore the parchment into pieces, but the words on the scroll were like a brand engraved in his mind. God is omnipotent.

He can do anything by Himself.

Therefore, the gods do not need sacrifices.

On the contrary, it is not God who needs sacrifices.

This reasoning is simple, yet every word is so profound that it can overwhelm all the scriptures written by the legion priests with just a few words.

At this moment, Narek wavered.

He began to have deep doubts about whether the existence in his body was truly a blessing from God.

The four Word Bearers tore up all the parchments and tore through the vines in the corridor.

As the vines were pulled down, more artificial sunlight entered the corridor, and the holy atmosphere became thicker, but the Word Bearers felt disgusted by it from the bottom of their hearts.

"Let's go and settle the score with Wilsi." Xia Fen angrily led the team out of the corridor and saw more than a dozen trading teams entering the main building.

Wiltshire seemed to have anticipated that the Word Bearers would be dissatisfied with the text in the corridor, so he deliberately set up the corridor near the entrance of the main building.

This place is densely populated, and all those coming and going are traders of equal status to the Word Bearers warriors.

They are not on the same page as the Word Bearers.

Most visitors hate these "preachers" from the bottom of their hearts.

Ultramarines, Space Wolves, Imperial Fists, Salamanders, Blood Angels, Iron Warriors, White Scars.

The trading representatives of these legions cast wary glances, as if they were looking at an unstable factor that might betray the empire at any time.

Their gazes were like knives pointing at one's heart, hard and sharp.

The four Word Bearers stopped in their tracks.

"Forget it, let's complete the formula transaction and leave." Xia Fen's face was gloomy, and she suppressed the anger in her heart.

Narek asked:

"What about the cooperation contract that Lord Aurelion gave me?"

Xia Fen glanced at Narek with a grim look:
"Didn't you notice that Wilsi was using those prophecies to mock our actions of establishing faith? Obviously, he is a staunch supporter of the Imperial Truth and he is against acts of faith. He is not the same as us."

Xia Fen didn't bother to talk to the representatives at the door and led the team directly into the main building.

A moment later, the trading team gathered in the lobby on the first floor.

Li Nuo walked from the main entrance of the manor to the main building, ready to preside over the transaction.

As he passed by the vine corridor, he turned his head to glance at the scene inside the corridor.

The ground was covered with scraps of paper, green vines and leaves were crushed into powder, and there was a clear fist mark on the pillar.

These were all evidence of the Word Bearers' breach of defense. They vented their anger in the corridor before leaving.

"Amy, report the situation." Li Nuo activated encrypted communication.

Amy's voice came from the communication beads:
"The four Word Bearers had sophisticated scanners on them. I didn't dare monitor their every move at close range. I could only use surveillance cameras to collect data from a few hundred meters away. From the intelligence I got, when they read the content related to 'Shackles of Faith', they began to tear up the parchment scrolls in the corridor. They looked extremely angry. One of them even had to lie down, as if his lungs were about to explode."

Amy paused, a little worried:

"Wouldn't it be too bold for us to do this? They are the Word Bearers. Although the Emperor objects to them worshipping him as an object of worship, he does not forbid them from doing missionary work. Would the prophecy you wrote anger them?"

If you can provoke them and make them so angry that they reveal that they are possessed by demons, that would be a good result.

There are so many Space Marines here, and most of them are veterans. Four enchanted warriors are nothing.

Unfortunately.

The pastor named Xia Fen finally held back and did not lose his temper on the spot.

Li Nuo felt a little regretful.

"It's okay, Amy. I'm not Lord Lupercal, so how can I possibly satisfy everyone? Right?"

"Well... you're right."

"Keep watching the harbor for me and don't let the Bone Drinkers cause trouble."

"Good drop."

Encrypted communication ends.

Li Nuo straightened his clothes and entered the lobby of the main building.

The hall was bustling with activity. Bank staff responsible for assisting with transactions were shuttling between counters, guiding the transaction teams to sign contracts for payment of the goods.

Tido sat on the podium wearing a gorgeous long dress, connecting with Terra's bank and trading team, and helping Li Nuo to sort out the contract in advance.

More than one hundred trading partners transferred funds through more than ten banks on Terra, with the total amount reaching 260 billion Throne Coins.

Whenever a remittance contract is signed, a Star Language message will be sent to Terra through the local Star Language Court, and the bank headquarters that receives the Star Language message will complete the follow-up work.

Only the Imperial World within the Solar Star Region is capable of carrying out such high-frequency transfer transactions.

The transaction lasted from the morning to the evening of that day. A total of 135 transaction contracts were signed, and a huge sum of 260 billion yuan appeared in Li Nuo's bank account.

Next, it was his turn to fulfill his trading responsibilities.

"Amy, bring in the formula."

"receive."

A doorway appeared on the wall of the lobby, and a waitress protected by the Governor's agents walked in with a tray.

On the tray was a silvery metal box containing the formula for the first generation of synthetic starch.

After receiving the formula, the trading team conducted a theoretical demonstration of the feasibility of the formula on site.

After the demonstration was confirmed, he set off for the return trip and immediately went to his own laboratory to conduct experiments.

One trading team after another escorted the formula away, and the manor main building and the airport dock became empty.

Some trading teams requested confidential talks with Li Nuo.

Li Nuo invited the representatives they sent into the reception room one after another, and Tido was in charge of the transaction in the lobby.

Finally, late at night that day, the last trading team ended their secret talks with the Governor and left the hive by boat.

The transaction for the first generation of synthetic starch formula came to an end.

Subsequent buyers who come to purchase the formula can get the formula on the same day they pay without having to wait.

However, for Li Nuo, today's work is far from over.

He needs to use today's trading scenes to confirm whether his future allies and enemies are consistent with Warhammer history.

Agent base, thinker array.

The force field light source illuminates this place clearly, and there are no blind spots.

The four screens in front of Li Nuo were playing surveillance videos of various trading teams.

In the Warhammer canon, there are 9 loyal Space Marine Legions, namely:
First Legion - Dark Angels
Fifth Legion - White Scars
VI Legion - Space Wolves
7th Legion - Imperial Fists
IX Legion - Blood Angels
Tenth Legion - Iron Hands
XIII Legion - Ultramarines
18th Legion - Salamanders

19th Legion - Raven Guard
After retrieving the surveillance videos and public data of these nine legions and watching and reading them repeatedly, Li Nuo confirmed that there were no changes in most of the loyal legions, and only the Dark Angels Legion had obvious differences from the official history.

The Dark Angels' trading team is in poor spirits and seems to be in a state of mental exhaustion.

The number of legion companies they recorded in the transaction contract was too small, only more than 200.

Li Nuo couldn’t remember how many there were in the official history, but it was definitely not less than the Blood Angels.

The Dark Angels' lack of manpower may be the reason why the Alpha Legion was absent from the Randan War.

Without the support of the Alpha Legion in the third Randan cleansing campaign, the Dark Angels not only suffered heavy losses, but also let one of Randan's exile fleets escape.

Let’s look at the rebel Space Marine Legion.

Li Nuo keenly noticed the abnormality.

After removing the Alpha Legion, the rebels have a total of 8 legions, but the number of their companies is more than the 9 loyalist legions combined!

Especially Lorgar's Word Bearers.

In Li Nuo's impression, the number of Word Bearers should be smaller than that of the Ultramarines.

But the actual situation is that the number of Word Bearers is 32% more than that of the Ultramarines, reaching as many as !
"Ah this. How could this happen?"

(End of this chapter)