Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 184: Secret Cult Agent
"Military parade, Ultramarines and Dark Angels..."

John captured the deeper message contained in this information. It seemed that the Dark Angels were coming with great force, and there would definitely be some chaos and trouble.

The Ultramarines' home planet is now particularly unfriendly to agents and spies. John doesn't know if those members of the Alpha Legion have also suffered setbacks here. After all, the shadow of Hydra is everywhere.

As an elite agent of the Cult, John has a deep understanding of Hydra, and the relationship between this legion and the Cult has always been ambiguous.

But all of this was just John's mental activity. His expression didn't change at all, as if he was really a consultant who just came to ask questions.

As for the situation raised by John, the Extreme Warrior Zairo also responded seriously.

"Regarding those women and children, I will make some adjustments. There will be a separate area for housing women and children. We will also increase patrols and surveillance, and provide assistance to mortals in need."

"You can come to me if there is any problem, and I will be responsible to the end."

John could read the mind of the cobalt blue giant in front of him. This was not some hypocritical courtesy or official diplomatic rhetoric. This was what the Space Marine named Zairo really thought.

He truly sympathizes with others, and even though he holds a high position, he still maintains a serious, honest, and responsible attitude.

These Extreme Warriors are indeed different from those he had seen before, John sighed in his heart.

As for him, he works for the cult, and most of them are dirty and tiring jobs that cannot be seen in public. If there is a word to describe him, then "evil" might be a good adjective.

Yes, that was how John understood himself, and it had been that way for all these years.

"Oh, sir, there is one more thing." John said, "In the latest batch of immigrant ships from Cowes, there is a woman named Alina with a child. She claimed that she was looking for a sir named Roshi."

Hearing this name, Zaro's eyes immediately became sharp.

Of course he knew who it was: his father's mortal advisor, the founder of the Forge World of Mustafar, a sage personally acknowledged by the Forge Director of the Five Hundred Worlds, a mortal with great power and influence in the Legion.

Matters involving that mortal consultant were no small matter, so Zai Luo decided to prioritize this matter.

"Thank you for the information, Orpesson," Zairo said.

"Commander Auguston's orders have greatly affected the actions of these citizens. I will report this to him. To be honest, I don't want to do this."

Zairo's words implied his dissatisfaction with Auguston. It was not only because the other party's order was inhumane, but also because he knew the hidden truth: Lord Auguston had seized the opinion of the Imperial Fist.

This is a moral disgrace for an Ultramarines.

John's psychic power could sense the thoughts and ideas of the giant in front of him, and he immediately understood why Macragge had become so heavily guarded.

This is the style of the Seventh Legion, the Imperial Fists, this natural defense and vigilance.

John could even sense Zairo's dissatisfaction with Auguston. The upright officer believed that his commander's behavior was a disgrace and he wanted to uphold the honor and perfect moral sense of the Ultramarines.

"Thank you, sir. I will take my leave now." John had already gotten what he wanted. He learned the list of people in charge of login information from the mind of the Extreme Warrior officer.

"Go and bring the woman named Alina and her child here." Zai Luo said, "I will open a green channel if she really has something urgent to do with Lord Luo Xi."

John took his leave, and on his way back, he couldn't help but reveal a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't expect that woman's information would be so useful. I have to re-evaluate the Unpredictable's position in the Ultramarines. There must be more information that I don't know about that has yet to be discovered."

He told Elina the news and told her that the person she was looking for was indeed in Macragge. The woman was overwhelmed by surprise when she received the news. She had not expected that things would go so smoothly.

"I don't know how to thank you, Or."

There was no doubt that John had helped her a lot. If it weren't for his kind-hearted help, she would probably have stayed here for several days.

"In fact, I need your help as well." John rubbed his hands together, looking embarrassed. "If you don't mind, I can go with you. I've been in this hall long enough. It would be great if I could use your connections to reach the surface of Macragge ahead of time."

Alina agreed readily, saying it was not a big deal. The fellow countryman from Cowes who helped her a lot just asked to go through the green channel with her.

After finishing the food John brought, Elena, accompanied by John, came to Zaro's office with Joey, who was still sleeping in her arms.

The Ultramarines had already found out Alina's travel records from Calth to Macragge, and the information during the Calth War was also turned up.

The information network within the legion has already covered the grassroots level. Through the query system, Zai Luo can even know the year, month and day when this mortal woman in front of him gave birth to her child.

This is not complicated, because during the War of Calth, there was indeed a woman who was delivered and treated by the Salamander pharmacist, and she did have a connection with Roche.

Zai Luo knew that there was often an intricate network of relationships between mortals, and it was normal for even a mortal consultant to have a few mortal friends who wanted to ask him for help.

"I understand. How about this? A transport boat will depart in half an hour. You can take that boat to Macragge."

"Thank you, sir." Elena bowed deeply, then followed John into the green channel.

John, who had successfully sneaked in, had a smile on his face. Through the large arched windows, he saw the giant track plate below that was as big as a city, and the interstellar battleships that were shining with various colors.

The vast majority were Ultramarines warships, while a smaller number were visiting fleets from the Dark Angels.

John saw many staff members, officers and technicians of the Mechanicus working hard beside the holographic projection equipment, and he also heard more voices.

Most of them expressed dissatisfaction with the arrival of the Dark Angel fleet.

It was the Dark Angels, the damn Legion.

A legion that even the agents of the Alpha Legion were unable to infiltrate. All the agents sent to the First Legion fell silent after a period of time.

"These Dark Angels' warships are within the attack range of the Ultramarines. This is very unusual. Is Guilliman going to attack the First Legion?"

John thought to himself, to be fair, he still liked Macragge very much. At least the people here lived with dignity.

The leader of the Thirteenth Legion used some kind of alien technology. John's psychic power could sense the light flickering in the void. It was not the Astronomican, but a kind of the most evil technological force in the cult's information.

Those aliens in the secret sect know the origin of this light, which is even older than the history of the Eldar.

Are the Macragge people connected to the sleeping undead? Who is the master of this connection?
John's thoughts began to wander. Although in fact he did betray humanity and became an agent of the alien organization, the Cult, in a strange mood, he paid close attention to the fate of mankind.

Deep in his heart, the thing called conscience was constantly torturing him, but the inertia of his actions and thoughts, as well as the coercion of the secret cult alien made it difficult for him to change.

And now, under the instruction of the secret cult, he has to play a new role, no longer a spy, thief, or saboteur, but a more cruel role.

He will utterly kill the Emperor's Eighteenth Son. The Lord of Fire Dragons fell here, and the cult wants him to die completely.

(End of this chapter)