This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 370 For the sake of Jianqi, let me run first!

Seeing this, Ledodes shouted:
"The Soul Spear is a sacred relic given to the Soul Drinkers by Rogdorath, and Salpedon can still activate it. The current Soul Drinkers are still Rogdorath's offspring, without a doubt."

The old men watching remained silent, instead handing over the decision-making power to the current leader.

Pedro, who hadn't had a chance to participate in a single Blade's Feast due to his lightning-fast upgrade as a chapter leader, immediately raised his hand to join in the fun.

"Agree."

The other subgroups also responded immediately.

No one questioned the legitimacy of the Soul Drinkers anymore, especially those warbands that had never experienced the genetic disease 'Dorn's Darkness'.

This is a deep imprint left on the heart of Rogue Dorn due to excessive psychological pressure during the Siege of Terra, and it has also penetrated into his offspring with some kind of influence that is bound to the genetic seed.

If the Soul Drinkers are not genetic offspring of Rogdorath, then what about those warbands who were also born during the Second Founding of the Army and did not suffer from mental illness?
Although it doesn't seem like a big deal at the moment, it would be impolite to keep asking.

"Are we really Ultra Warriors?"

Pedro, who was the first to respond, couldn't help but mutter something as soon as he sat back down.

tie!
Pralaks, who was standing next to him, punched Pedro on the head.

Your ancestors are still sitting right here, and you're already doubting your lineage.

As for the issue of Dorne's Darkness, it's probably because their culture is closer to that of traditional Ultra Warriors, so their mentality is generally good, and therefore there is no trigger for them to fall ill.

Didn't the Blood Angels also have someone who mistook their father for someone else?
Or was it because he accidentally unleashed his dark rage that the Holy Blood Angels discovered him?
What's wrong with the culture of the Ultramarines? Bloodlust and Black Rage can be suppressed.

Pralax felt that the second establishment of the army was not wrong. Although Lord Ramses often joked about the Crimson Fist splitting up and getting a bucket of blue paint when telling Primarch jokes, and that he was closer to the Ultramarines than to the Imperial Fist, and that the planet was chosen from the 500 worlds, that did not mean that they were really the sons of Guilliman.

"but--"

Arthur spoke again.

"According to our investigation, the Soul Drinker Chapter does indeed suffer from long-term corruption."

The moment the words left his mouth, Salpedon was pulled from the joy of regaining the sacred object.

"These are the relevant documents."

Azrael immediately handed over the results of the Dark Angels' investigation to Salpedon.

It contains clues about the corruption of the priests within the chapter, the connection between the holy book "Questions of the Army" which the chapter has always followed and the existence of demons in the warp, and an ancient and fearless man who has been in the Soul Drinker Chapter for a long time and is the author of "Questions of the Army" but whose identity is unknown to most people.

"My lord, the Soul Drinker is willing to cooperate with the investigation. I will issue orders immediately as the leader of the battle group."

After examining these secrets that even he, the chapter commander, was unaware of, Salpedon immediately asked for instructions.

The Dark Angels' current actions gave him a considerable sense of security.

Given their attitude, any problems will likely be resolved within Astartes. Rather than entrusting them to the Dark Angels, who are currently in a slump, it would be better to do so.

Lysander was still agonizing over the composition of the Imperial Fist, and nodded absentmindedly.

Having received a reply from their cousin, the accompanying dark angels also felt a sense of genuine relief.

"Yes, we will investigate your warband cleric community and the 'Military Q&A' guidebook that you regard as holy grail. We will communicate the relevant process and results to you within three days and take your opinion into consideration when deciding whether to make it public."

Salpedon nodded repeatedly and immediately pulled over one of his company commanders.

"The rest is up to you."

Arthur uttered a single sentence, then left with the Dark Angels along with the Soul Drinker Captain, completely handing over the conference hall to the Son of Dorne.
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Subspace, Crystal Palace
This is the domain of the God of Change, the embodiment of his power.

Amidst the ever-changing, magnificent crystals, a cunning demon prince awaits with excitement.

Abras, who was elevated to the rank of demon prince long before human history, left some traces in ancient human mythology.

At this very moment, he is excitedly observing the real universe.

This period has been a disastrous time for Tzeentch.

The birth of the formless and shapeless Lord made almost all non-minor god demons deeply experience what fear is. As the universe began to head towards a chaotic and ethereal future from which there was no return, the Lord of Changes' attention to him made every demon working under Tzeentch live in constant fear.

Those with names and surnames, Jianqi couldn't bear to part with; those lowly and despicable, Jianqi looked down upon.

In the end, it's those who are neither good enough for high-level jobs nor good enough for low-level ones who bear the brunt of the pressure.

[No! Please, I beg you, I can guide you through the labyrinth of the ever-changing Lord, I can be loyal, I can love the Empire, no—]

The mournful cry of yet another nameless great demon's demise echoed between the crystals.

Abras's fingers trembled for a moment, and he couldn't help but feel fortunate for his quick thinking.

He had long ago woven a corrupt web of magic for a warband, plotting a renewed invasion of the real universe, and was on the verge of success, so much so that the Lord of Changes' hand, which was choosing a sacrificial pawn, would not fall on him for the time being.

He pointed his staff at the mirror, focusing on the servant he had chosen.

This is a fearless member of the Soul Drinker Chapter, along with some priests.

He spent thousands of years plotting, inducing the other party to compile "Questions and Answers on Military Service," spreading corruption among the Warband's priests, and finding a place called "Eye of the Predator," which he then transferred to the Mountain Array, a demonic portal that Rog Dorn himself had closed.

Unfortunately, he didn't realize at first that there was something wrong with the Soul Drinker's bloodline; only the bloodline of Roger Dorn could reactivate this ancient artifact.

As a result, the initial conspiracy came to nothing.

But it doesn't matter, everything is going according to plan.

He planned to continue corrupting the Soul Drinkers Chapter, forcing them to break with the Empire. During the interrogation, he would secretly send the corrupted Dreadnoughts into the Mountain Array, where the Imperial Fist would be used to reactivate the portal and bring them down again. This would desecrate the Mountain Array, a Dornish relic, and force the Soul Drinkers Chapter to betray him completely.

To this end, he deliberately staggered the timing to ensure that the formless and intangible Lord and the other three dangerous adults would not come into contact with the Soul Drinker.

He easily swayed a group of Mechanicus members, leading them to take advantage of the moment to cause trouble for the Soul Drinkers and launch an attack in his favor. However, he did not expect that the once foolish and extreme Empire would not force the Soul Drinkers to rebel.

As a result, the Mechanicus, which he had painstakingly managed to control through the corruption of knowledge, was quietly destroyed, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

It doesn't matter. As a qualified Tzeentch Demon Prince, change is a common occurrence. You must learn to accept these changes and make the right decisions based on them. Only in this way can you turn the tide in one desperate situation after another.

The demon prince believed his plan was flawless; its meticulousness matched his stubbornness.

He fixed his gaze on the priests. He could sense that the fire of their souls had been extinguished.

It doesn't matter.

This is normal. Although the empire's reaction is slow, it will eventually be exposed, and the revealed conspiracy is just one of the triggers.

The demon prince stared intently at the doorway, whose afterimages were gradually emerging from the crystal.

The 'Predator's Eye,' which he has been focusing on, has been deployed. He only needs this anchor point to enter the real universe, then unleash carnage, absorb change, and sow the seeds of conspiracy.

Even if he were exiled, it wouldn't matter; the changes he had gleaned from it were enough for him to please the ever-changing master for some time to come.

Wow!

The time has come!

"Our destinies will intersect at this moment!"

Abras, who had been sitting cross-legged for an unknown period of time, suddenly stood up. The crystal that had almost enveloped him shattered at that moment, revealing his magnificent wings and armor.

"Thinking long enough to know, knowing many things to thirst for thought."

As he murmured softly, the nine eyes on his forehead, which were constantly changing shape, shone brightly.

"Only the wise and the cunning can be free from their influence."

One after another, Tzeentch demons appeared as he spoke, their twisted faces filled with greed and anticipation, staring intently at the gradually stabilizing portal before them.

"Everything is going according to plan!"

Endless brilliance emerged from the crystal, and Abras excitedly waved his staff, his demon army beginning to surge into the portal under his command.

He then decisively stepped forward and rushed into the glorious doorway.

"Come, embrace your destiny, I am A—braxes! I am the shadow hidden in your human fate."

The instant the teleportation was completed, he uttered the cry that had been brewing in his mind for nine thousand years.

Snapped!
A Tzeentch Blue Demon crashed into his magnificent armor, its bloated body instantly splattering countless filthy liquids.

"you!"

This infuriated Abras.

He reached out and lit a flame, intending to drag the offending demon into eternal torment!

The flames ignited and swept upwards, instantly engulfing all traces of the demon.

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Abras looked at his hand, which was covered in exquisite crystal, with a puzzled expression.

Where did its soul go?
boom!
Another impact came.

This was a treacherous fire demon, riding a chariot. Its surging impact knocked the still-stunned Abras to the ground.

"you--"

He was about to roar when the relentless stomping drowned out his fury under the feet of countless demons.

That was his demonic army, his power.

They were fleeing at that moment, muttering to themselves.

"Run!"

"Why is that person here?!"

"Help! For Tzeentch's sake, let me run ahead!"

"enough!"

These damned slaves, once he pleases the ever-changing master, he will surely devour all these worthless wretches.

When Abras, fueled by boundless rage, shook off the numerous demons and rose from the rain of blood they had unleashed, he discovered a golden-faced giant standing not far from him.

"That explains why I couldn't see anyone."

The man was grabbing the beak of a Tzeentch archdemon. Abras recognized him; he was his enemy, a shapeshifting demon lord who had been trying to steal his plans.

The ever-changing Demon Lord, who was usually extremely arrogant, now only had fear in his eyes.

Abras watched as it began to beg for mercy, then turned into scattered sand amidst its pitiful howls.

there is none left!
The surrounding Tzeentch demons scrambled toward the portal, only to turn to sand and fall to the ground en route.

Abras just watched, watching everything about him seem to vanish in the accelerated passage of time, ultimately returning to nothingness.

He didn't dare to move an inch.

In Tzeentch's labyrinth, he saw nine hundred possibilities, nine hundred futures, some victories, some defeats. He never cared about temporary gains or losses, nor did he hold a grudge over a single failure.

He will ultimately bring disaster to the Mountain Array, defile this precious relic, and prevent her from ever escaping change.

But he hadn't expected this person's arrival.

Weren't you still fighting in the Misty Starfield? When did you sneak back?
Abras trembled.

He couldn't move at all.

wow~
When the golden-masked wizard tossed away the sand in his hand, Abras finally met those brilliant eyes.

"Hello."

The golden-masked wizard was very polite and waved his hand.

"Jianqi, I—"

(End of this chapter)