This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 295 The Gray Knight Arrives

In the hazy star field, at Amighiddton, Mandeville Point, the Strike Cruiser Ruthless.

"Whoo~"

The moment the 'Ruthless' leaped out of the void, Grossis Telemon, the 'Lord of the Sentinels' of the Third Brotherhood of the Grey Knights, awoke from his meditation, a look of pain appearing on his face.

This immediately made his colleague Cardo Diego, who had been with him since leaving Terra, nervous.

"What's wrong."

Diego, carrying a power hammer whose surface crackled with thunderous sounds, stared intently at his colleague.

At this moment, Grohis was gripping the silver-inlaid armrests of his chair tightly. His armor, which he had never removed, awoke from his meditation and infused his grip with new strength, emitting a heavy groan.

He groaned stiffly, his face covered in burns.

This made Diego even more nervous, recalling the advice given to them by the monastic apothecary before they left.

These are psionic burns, a condition that most Grey Knights contract while fighting demons, and they often recur whenever a Grey Knight has been deep in the warp for too long.

This was particularly severe in Grouchy's case.

Having once faced Angron directly atop Amegiddon, he suffered severe injuries to three-quarters of his body, making even removing his armor difficult.

"Sisters, we need help."

Seeing his comrade in pain, Diego immediately turned on the communication.

Thirteen seconds after he finished speaking, the hatch swung open, and a nun named Silent entered, accompanied by the Imperial Guard.

'Are you resorting to those evil witchcrafts again?'

The Silent Sister did not rush forward, but instead began to gesture to Diego in sign language.

Diego looked at the Imperial Guards beside him with a puzzled expression.

"She was asking if you were conducting critical research in the field of psionics, and whether it was permissible to forcibly interrupt you for security reasons."

After analyzing Sister Silent's sign language, Captain Marcus Acharlo of the Imperial Guard Shields finally spoke.

The Silent Sister turned around and glared at the Shield Guard Captain.

"Of course, we're just doing our routine meditation."

Diego replied, then greeted the Sister of Silence.

Upon seeing this, the other party immediately returned the salute with the eagle salute and then stepped forward.

As the Silent Sisters approached, the suffocating feeling that psionicists instinctively found repulsive also followed.

Despite his discomfort, Diego watched his comrade's condition with concern.

Grouchys's pained, speechless expression quickly eased, and the burns began to fade from his face.

This immediately relieved Diego.

He bowed gratefully to the nun again.

The Silent Sister waved her hand dismissively and continued standing in place.

“Can you tell me what happened, Brother Diego?”

Seeing that the anomaly was under control, the Shield Guard Company Commander stepped forward and asked in a gentle tone.

"That's right, Grouchy's psionic burn flared up due to unknown factors. We need to investigate the specific cause and will provide the Imperial Guard with a report later."

Diego responded with a bland report.

The Shield Guard captain nodded in approval, then looked at Grohis and waited for him to recover.

Everyone looked as if they were used to it.

The Imperial Guard, the Grey Knights, the Silent Nun.

Such a combination would be considered terrifying by anyone in the know.

However, given the current state of the galaxy, such a configuration can only be considered the norm.

It all started with Lord Ramses's jokes and the Emperor's Mercy Navaradaren's questioning.

The escalating chaos infuriated the Royal Guard and overwhelmed the Grey Knights. The heretical demons surrounding Terra seemed inexhaustible, and even the Royal Guard suffered considerable casualties in the process of expelling them.

Left with no other choice, the Imperial Guard had to recall the Silent Sisters, who had been disbanded again during the War of the Beasts, and form a joint force with the Grey Knights to carry out their operations.

In this process, their secrets are gradually revealed over time.

"Cough~ cough cough!" As the silver armrest shattered, Grouchy coughed up a lot of blood, finally recovering from his painful state.

"Glauhis, what happened to your meditation? Why did the psionic burns erupt?"

Diego's gaze lingered on the glaringly red blood for a moment before he immediately stepped forward to question him.

"It's not a psionic burn."

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Grossis replied weakly.

He has learned to ignore the burning pain.

It was just pain. As a Grey Knight, he had countless other injuries all over his body, varied and numerous, but none of these pains could compare to the one on his leg.

He rubbed his aching thighs through the thick terrazzo plate and said:

"It is a fragment of the hero Hyperion."

Hyperion, the hero and former Grand Master of the Third Brotherhood, also known as the "Bladebreaker" by the wolves, was the one who shattered the demon Primarch Angron's sword into a thousand pieces on Amagidodon.

Großes, also a member of the Third Brotherhood, was one of the thirteen survivors of the operation to banish the Primarchs.

Unfortunately, after the battle, a fragment of the Angron blade, bronze corrupted by chaos, pierced his thigh during the fight.

Sometimes it simply makes the limbs feel hot, and sometimes it causes painful numbness.

Such pain usually lasts for several days, forcing him to be angry because of the pain, and sometimes it interferes with his thoughts, making him unable to help but ignite the anger of resentment at the injustice between the trials and honors assigned to him by the universe.

His gaze lingered briefly on the towering, golden Imperial Guard, but relying on reason to dispel the negative emotions that threatened to tear it apart with his psionic energy, Grossis continued to focus intently on sensing the surging rage that had just flooded his mind.

He had considered removing this fragment of the curse.

Every time he removed his armor and touched his thigh, he could feel the fragment shift slightly with the force of his fingers, constantly pricking his body tissues. But whenever he tried to remove the fragment, it became erratic and invisible.

He once considered amputating his entire leg in an attempt to get rid of Angron's influence, but he ultimately chose to give up.

This is by no means a cowardly retreat.

It is not a subservient submission.

It tears flesh and blood, but forges shackles.

The indestructible crimson chain between him and the Butcher Primarch, Angron.

This allowed him to sense changes in the Primarch.

"Yes, I saw it."

Faced with Diego's "I guessed it was just as I suspected" expression, Grossis replied:
"I saw the Primarch's anger, the anger of resentment that erupted from having no other choice. The Blood God is about to make a new move in the real universe."

"So, the Primarch's guess was correct?"

Diego looked at a small booklet on the table.

Ramses's psionic manual.

Although the Grey Knights were too short-handed to visit the Primarch, the Primarch still asked the Exorcist Chapter that had established contact with the Grey Knights to send over his psionic research findings.

If it weren't for the knowledge that these Grey Knights had never possessed, they would probably have suffered even more casualties in the process of dealing with demonic incidents.

This fostered a sense of respect and admiration for Ramses among the Grey Knights.

Unlike the Guardians and the Silent Sisters, who are almost completely isolated from the Warp.

In the Grey Knights' perception, they often witnessed communication between an invisible soul and the golden sun.

"Yes, the Primarch is correct."

Grossis stiffly turned his head to one side, barely opening his eyes to stare out the window.

The cold light of Tizra, the satellite of Amighiddund, shone through the hardened glass, casting a crimson halo around the edge of the bed.

The Primarch was already waiting within it.

A sense of worship and reverence was evident on his face.

"What are you waiting for."

Diego quickly got up, preparing to change into a suit of armor.

His face showed excitement.

(End of this chapter)