This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 53 The storm is coming

"Your Mightiness!"

"I need you to issue a muster message to each expeditionary fleet, at the highest level."

Expeditionary Fleet, battlecruiser "Chasing the Holy Flame".

In the Star Language Hall, which is as grand as an opera house, Orlando is submitting a serious request to the Star Language Master.

"With all due respect, my Lord, if this message is sent, the expeditionary fleet will no longer be able to communicate with astropathic communication over long distances."

The Star Whisperer, who led the entire choir, responded.

"Is the information you possess so critical that the fleet must pay such a price?"

He was not afraid, but simply stated the seriousness of the situation.

"Yes!"

Orlando replied seriously.

Compared to the Inquisitor, he gave the Master of Star Language enough respect.

Because in the Black Templars who fanatically believe in the Emperor as a god, only those Navigators and Astropaths who have looked directly at the Emperor and passed the Emperor's test can gain their respect.

Therefore, the Black Templars have always cherished the lives of these masters.

But the situation is too serious now.

Orlando recalled those elders who commanded more than a hundred sharks and easily eliminated more than five hundred Dark Eldar. The mottled marks on the faces of a hundred white-haired veterans, as hard as rocks, were more frightening than the medals of active Space Marines.

He knew that it was impossible for him to persuade these elders to turn back and give up their glory.

Because if anyone dared to say that to him, Orlando would not hesitate to smash that person's head with the power hammer in his hand.

Persuade those living fossils to avoid fighting?

I was afraid that as soon as I opened my mouth, the veterans would stuff me into the torpedo tube and use me as a human cannonball to bombard the Chaos lair.

But that chaotic sacrifice ceremony involving five trillion people is probably not something that they can easily deal with.

They need support.

Orlando clenched his fists.

Nothing is more important than protecting the lives of such a group of ancient elders!

“This is a brother that needs to be contacted, and a message that needs to be sent.”

The priest handed over a copper plate, which contained information sent to the various expeditionary fleets of the Black Templars, as well as the Crimson Fists and Executioner Chapters.

They did not know the specific locations of the other chapters. If they sent messages blindly, they might attract their arch-enemy, the Iron Warriors, and the situation would become even more chaotic.

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The priest made a handprint with the copper coin.

It’s not enough, really not enough.

If the Black Templars had not withdrawn from the final High Wall Agreement that could have brought together all the Sons of Dorne, and had fallen out with most of the Sons of Dorne, including the Imperial Fists, he would have wanted to send the message to all those sub-groups.

This will be a grand expedition, an expedition with the elders who have met the Father of Genes.

As a son of Dorne, no one could refuse such an honor.

"I understand. The Astrologer will stay and provide short-distance information exchange services for the adults."

Master Xingyu took the copper coin, memorized the secret code on it, and then turned and walked towards the hall.

The psychic robe moved without wind, and the pupils of the Emperor's statue suddenly emitted golden light.

As his fingers ran over the copper inscriptions, a mixture of cerebrospinal fluid and holy oil oozed from the neural interface.

The Empire needed his sacrifice.

This answer is sufficient.

"People of the Empire, it is time for us to sacrifice our lives for the Emperor!"

Master Star Language stood solemnly in the center of the hall and spoke loudly.

"Recalibrate the Psalms, activate the Thirteenth Gospel, and switch to the Martyrs' Finale."

Dang——dang——

The heavy melody resounded, and every choir member donned the instruments that channeled their spiritual energy without hesitation.

They are all humans who have been watched by the Emperor, and their existence is to dedicate their lives to the Emperor.

The Star Language Master, who was in the center of the hall, communicated with the Emperor's light, and the purple spiritual energy that bloomed from his body turned into gold in an instant.

boom!
Golden flames engulfed the body, and the Astropaths who faced the Emperor's light together with the Master of Astropathic Knowledge under his guidance were also ignited at the same moment.

It is simply impossible for psykers to send clear intelligence to every expeditionary fleet and Astartes Chapter across the galaxy.

Because information can be tampered with and words can be distorted.

Therefore, we can only rely on the power of the emperor.

The Emperor's power is limitless.

It just comes at a price.

Want a response from the gods of the Warp?

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Give your life and soul as a sacrifice.

This is the underlying logic of that world.

The bronze chimes struck out with a bloody accent, and the choir members inserted nerve spikes into the foramen magnum. Their eyes opened simultaneously the moment their souls were exposed to the warp, and the cold sun from Terra danced in their pupils.

In a world that cannot be seen by the naked eye, they all saw a cold sun.

A terrifying pressure surrounded him, and the Master of Astronomy, who had exposed his soul directly to the waves of the Warp, could even see the evil shadows surrounding him.

The Master selected the areas where the fleets and chapters were located, then handed over the words he needed to send. The message was so clear that every time a word was engraved, an Astropath was burned to ashes by the Emperor's light.

This is the price.

If mortals want to use the power of God, they have to burn themselves.

Ignoring his gradually melting body, Master Star Language's face twitched in agony. He stared intently at the wonders in the sky until the last stroke was made, and his expression finally became peaceful and quiet.

Not a single word left.

When Master Xingyu stopped, all that was left of his body were withered bones and skin that had been burned to the point of losing moisture.

"My mission is accomplished, my lord."

He used his last bit of strength to report to Orlando, knelt down in front of the statue of the Emperor in the center of the hall, and then stretched out his hand which gradually turned into ashes.

"Emperor, your light is so dazzling—"
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"Grand Marshal, communication from the Eighth Expeditionary Fleet."

Eternal Crusade, the Queen of Glory battleship.

The captain respectfully presented the astropathic communication to the Supreme Grand Marshal of the Black Templars.

Supreme Marshal Ledotus frowned and took over the secret report that could only be analyzed by the marshals and priests of each fleet.

Expeditionary fleets rarely seek assistance from their comrades. The reputation and honor debt accumulated over thousands of years enable them to mobilize a holy war army wherever they go.

Therefore, asking for help from comrades was considered a shame, unless the situation faced by the fleet was extremely critical.

But the outcome of the war should be determined at the time of the expedition, and Ledotus had to consider whether Orlando was still capable of serving as the marshal of the expeditionary fleet.

His eyes moved down along the abstract lines, his brain quickly analyzing the meaning.

It reported the enemies that the expeditionary fleet might encounter, and finally left a secret message at the end of the text.

"The Imperial Fists are here."

Golden words and the shining imperial fist.

The hand of the Supreme Marshal Ledotus trembled.

Because this was the secret language used by the Black Templars as a company ten thousand years ago, before they were separated from the Imperial Fists.

What would cause a Chapter long separated from its parent Chapter to use the secret language of that period?

Perhaps for other warbands full of secrets, this is just another small secret within the circle, but for the Sons of Dorne -

There is only one answer.

Dorne, or the true Son of Dorne, is there!
Ledotus suppressed the restlessness of his gene-seed into his bones. After the fleet completed the docking process at the starport, he asked in a deep voice:

"Captain, how long do we have left to reach the alien's lair?"

"Grand Marshal, there are still two years of sailing ahead."

"Then how long will it take us to reach Planet Pierrede?"

The captain lowered his head and quickly began to plan the route in his mind.

Pierrede is located in the Extreme Star Region, at the edge of the Milky Way, very far away from them.

Based on past experience, he was not sure whether the Eternal Expedition could reach there in a short time.

"Three months, my Lord!"

Before the captain could respond, a disembodied voice came over.

Everyone looked back and saw a noble lady. Even from a distance, everyone could see obvious inhuman features in her.

Everyone on the bridge averted their gaze, except for the Captain and the Astartes, who remained calm and stared directly at the lady who had left the Sanctuary to come here.

He was the navigator of the empire, an unrivaled nobleman.

The reason why this decaying empire has been able to stand in the galaxy for thousands of years is due to the navigator's ability to look directly into the Astronomican.

"Only three months, my Lord."

On her forehead, the third eye, representing the sacred duty of a navigator, sparkled with brilliant golden light.

The light was so dazzling that it pierced the navigators' translucent skin.

Almost everyone on the bridge stood up at this moment.

The Navigator's third eye was dripping liquid golden light, and this abnormal phenomenon caused the alarm of the Thinker host on the bridge to sound.

But she didn't care about the carbonization of her facial muscles, and used her cracked fingers to draw a subspace route on the star map.

"The Emperor's light has cleared the way for us."

It is the cold sun that burns eternally in the Warp.

The surging flames tore several long cracks in the waves of the warp, connecting the locations of several fleets and leading directly to the same area beyond the distant stars.

That is the flame of hope, that is the bright light that the Emperor watches.

Almost at the same time, in the sight of all navigators, the golden sun cast its will.

"Find them! Help them! Free them!"

Facing the surging light of the sun, in the endless universe, in the expedition fleet cruising among the stars, countless devout believers and warriors knelt down to salute.

"I will obey the emperor's orders."
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Amidst the turbulent waves of the Warp, the hungry gods are waiting for the arrival of delicious food.

But when those souls just entered the subspace, they were pulled by an invisible object and enveloped by the golden cold sun, which finally took away these shining souls calmly.

This left the gods who came to hunt souls empty-handed and also surprised.

Where does the cursed get the extra strength?

But they soon put aside their doubts. In the game of endless time, it was not a bad idea to let the other party win a small round. Then they turned their cloudy eyes to another place where souls gathered.

There, there are countless gifts waiting for them to savor, and they must hurry.

We must act before the shadow of hunger arrives.

(End of this chapter)