Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 245 The Encounter of Two Master Thieves

"Wow!"

Blood Raven, who had come closer, exclaimed in surprise as it looked at the name displayed on the data panel of the artifact.

Hero Kasgar?
Is it the ancient legend of Kasgar who was able to kill the traitor Primarch Philus?

The divine detection device does not lie—only an existence containing immense power will trigger its detection function and complete its report.

The Blood Ravens have been habitual thieves for so long, yet there isn't a single counterfeit or inferior item in the Relic Treasury, all thanks to the detection artifact.

According to current imperial records and legends, in order to portray the hero Casca's power and the deep bond between the two leaders of the Third Legion, most legends take this opportunity to embellish Casca's strength.

After the Third Legion Primarch, Fugrim, was urgently teleported away from Istervan III by Kasgar using psionic energy, Phyllos was instantly killed by Kasgar in a fit of rage.

Space Marines slay Primarchs!

Whether the legend is true or false, the traitors of the Steel Hand will never hear from Philus again.

"No wonder. I heard that the Emperor's Son recently collaborated with the Mechanicus to try to awaken this ancient hero, but due to a sudden attack by the Black Legion, the stasis field containing the hero Casca disappeared."

"I object. We can't handle something this hot."

"Should we hurry up and make our move? The navigator said that the subspace storm here is getting increasingly violent—we must act immediately if we want to."

Within this hidden repository of sacred artifacts, the numerous Blood Ravens participating in the meeting engaged in a heated discussion.

"We need to plan our route and teleportation points so we can seize this ancient hero."

Gabriel Angelos made his final judgment.

Despite the ever-approaching storms of the warp, the allure of the ancient hero Kasgar was too great for them to resist.

Even if they cannot guarantee that they can keep Casca in the future, they can use him as a bargaining chip to exchange for relics with the Imperial Princes.

The Sons of Emperors, the most glorious chapter, surely possess what the Blood Ravens need in their reliquary.

Even if we get caught, it's not a loss.

If no one notices it, or if the other party simply doesn't care, that would be even better!
They, Blood Ravens, could then confidently and proudly announce to the world—

—This is the sword that the hero Kasgar used.

—This is the armor worn by the hero Casgar.

—And this is the hero Kasgar himself!
Ah ~
Just thinking about it is so exciting!
After all, which Space Marine chapter hasn't dreamed of acquiring a real ancient hero?
"But wouldn't doing this seem a bit heretical?"

It's understandable that the Blood Ravens Chapter collect some relics—but if the relics truly possess the power to save the human empire, shouldn't the Blood Ravens have transferred them to the Sons of the Emperor Chapter as soon as possible?

"."

Regardless of whether it should be handed over or not, I'll just pick it up first!
If they wait until the court finds out, they can say that they accidentally picked it up during their crusade for redemption.

—Anyway, the court will definitely not find out.

"Ready to complete the warp jump."

"Blood Ravens, remember our slogan."

"Walk softly into the village, don't use a small gun!"

"Commander, aren't things going a little too smoothly for us?"

The Blood Ravens, who had descended from the shuttle onto the deck of the combat barge, still found it hard to believe what they were seeing, dragging along the static force field.

Everything was progressing far too smoothly.

Guided by the Chief Think Tank and concealed by psychic powers, the Blood Ravens arrived around the mine where the sacred artifacts were hidden.

I had imagined facing incredibly difficult traps and formidable enemies.
But in reality, this is just an ordinary mining world, with nothing on it except for the laborers who are always working and a large number of mines.

Soon, they discovered a landing capsule wrapped in purple and gold above the exposed vacuum environment of the mine. Inside was an extremely exquisite coffin-shaped marble, amethyst and gold-encased static field.

He lay quietly inside the landing capsule, with no one, including Ren Tieyong or any ordinary human guards, remaining motionless in place.

It was as if they were waiting specifically for their arrival.

"Could this be fake? Or some kind of bait?"

Blood Raven opened the ornate outer packaging with suspicion, examining the static force field inside the coffin to see if an ancient hero truly lay there as the legends had it.

Click.

Lying in the static field was indeed Belisarius himself, wearing the armor of fate, with his gilded signature.

This armor, which looks so different from the others, can't be wrong.

"Hurry. The chapter commander's communications tell us that the warp storm is intensifying—we must get back to the battle barge and complete the warp jump as soon as possible."

They had little time to hesitate any longer; the warp storm brewing in the void urged them to return to Blood Raven headquarters immediately.

"Let's take this back first."

With the spirit of "better to make a mistake than miss an opportunity," the Blood Ravens transported this somewhat strange static force field back to their own battle barge.

"Should we verify it? The chief think tank expert has examined it and confirmed that the entity within this armor possesses spiritual energy that even he cannot detect, without a doubt."

Although it's unclear why the hero Casca, whom the outside world has been searching for so desperately, would so simply lie in this godforsaken mining world.

But faced with the impending subspace storm, they didn't have time to think about such issues in detail.

"Check the static field to ensure it is solid, then put it into the highest-level relic repository."

After a thorough second inspection, the Blood Raven Commander spoke.

Blood Raven's Relic Treasury.

As a warband capable of withstanding the Inquisition's scrutiny and even bringing out Legion relics (including Chaos artifacts like Skabrand's Blade), the Blood Raven's vault for storing relics is naturally much more hidden and secure.

As the saying goes, experience makes perfect.

As Blood Ravens who once roamed the relic vaults of other warbands, their guard and protection of the relic vaults were naturally the most stringent—only highly respected elders within the warband would know the exact location of the highest-grade relic storage.

In an inconspicuous corner of the Relics Hall, there was a dark, spherical artifact that glowed with fluorescent green, collected by the Blood Ravens—believed to be an alien artifact for storing space—which, when opened, could tear open a dark green spatial rift in front of one.

Once you step into this crevice, you'll find yourself in the pocket space inside the artifact.

—The pocket space was surrounded by a dark metal object, with a faint dark green light shimmering through the gaps in the metal.

The stasis field of Casca, the hammer of Filus, the Fist of Dorne of Roguedorn, the Codex of the Machines, and a strange-looking metal artifact, among many other relics, lie here quietly.

and many more?

A strange-looking metallic object?

This is--

锔.

A ghostly green light flickered in his eyes once more.

"Finally, I've found this place!"

After a not-so-long hibernation, another notorious thief who roams the galaxy, the Figure King Endless Tarazyn, has opened his eyes again.

"This is equipment from the Primarch, um, the Great Demon's weapon."

Not bad.

Sure enough, you can steal more from a den of thieves than from anywhere else.

Having learned this, Tarasin, who was also very experienced in stealing figurines, accidentally had his own mecha moved into the Blood Raven's relic vault during one of the other party's "visits".

Perhaps it was a shared understanding between heroes, but the figure king Tarasin infiltrated Blood Raven's relic vault in the same way as Kasgar.

These items are of great research value and commemorative significance.

But for an ancient relic that has been wandering the world for hundreds of thousands of years, Tarasim himself is older than these relics.

It has some research value, but it's not enough to warrant adding it to his collection.

Compared to these inanimate objects, Tarasin prefers to collect historical figures from time and space, and displays them in his static force field in the form of famous scenes.

In other words, he prefers 1:1 scale figurines to weapons and equipment.

Tarachin glanced at these priceless relics.

He casually picked out a few representative symbolic items and stuffed them all into his pocket.

His gaze then stopped in front of the crystal that was shimmering with a pale blue light.

"Is this the Codex of Myriad Functions?"

Beneath the pale blue crystals, Blood Raven recorded his description of this ancient relic.

To possess the technology of humanity's golden age.
Although it is still very backward for space necromancy, Tarachin can be used as historical evidence of the development of human technological history, which will be of great help to research.

Let's put this away.

As he pondered this, Tarasin used his silver metal fingers to remove the entire static force field from the relic and held it in front of him.

The Machinists, Peturabo, Chaos, and Blood Ravens were not the only ones eyeing the Codex of the Machines.

An ancient relic that may contain all the technologies of the Dark Ages, the Codex of Myriad Machines, has attracted the attention of countless forces to this steel fortress since its discovery.

Aside from the arrogant Eldar who look down on human technology.

The trip was quite fruitful.

Finding a database that records the history of human technology is already a great achievement for Tarasin.

After all, humanity's reliquary certainly doesn't contain the historical figures from ancient times, sealed away in a static field—that he most desires.

Eh?
His silver, living metal face seemed to show a hint of doubt.

"This is...Casca?"

Tarasin was also stunned.

Originally, the figure king Tarasin only intended to take the "Codex of All Machines" and leave, but when his gaze fell on the object beside him that was also sent into the vault as a sacred object, he immediately stopped in his tracks.

As a self-proclaimed historian, Tarachin never imagined that this man, who possessed a portion of the power inherited from an ancient Eldar god, would lie right before him. Kasgar, you bastard—

Tarasim couldn’t wait to take this entire stasis field back to his space base!
He had wanted to add the other person to his favorites for a long time, but he hadn't found a good opportunity yet.

After all, as an existence that the five gods of the warp take great care of and watch over, his true form has always been the object of contention among many forces. Even if Tarasin wanted to make a move against him, he could never find an opportunity.

Rather!

Just when he was about to give up, he found it in the Blood Raven's warehouse!
(The Great Vortex is located near a straight line between the Milky Way's core and Terra, and is one of the most densely populated regions of stars. It is believed to be the center of the Milky Way.)

(That is to say, they are currently in the southern part of the Great Vortex, which is the southern part of the Milky Way.)
Blood Raven is truly a blessed land!

Leaving aside the relics, even Casca himself possessed them!
Click.

The instant Taracin's silver metal fingers touched the stasis field, the tiny flame that had been lurking near the stasis field switch ignited it instantly.

Bear!
As the stagnation of the burning psionic flames dissipated, Kasgar found himself in this pocket-like space, his eyes beneath his helmet meeting those of the Endless One, Tarashin.

"Uh"

The two looked at each other.

So, you and I came here for the same purpose?

"...Even the infiltration methods are the same?"

Kaska frowned, not having a good impression of this figurine king who had suddenly barged in wanting a piece of the pie.

This guy still owes him a whole shipload of gene seeds!
Even if the debt is paid off, Casca won't give the alien that's always trying to collect its treasures a friendly look.

The infamous bandit leaders, Blood Raven and Tarahin.

Today, Casca encountered both of them.

"However, you may not know me yet, I am here for—"

Seeing that Kasgar had not replied for a long time, Tarasin thought that the other party might not understand him. He tapped the ground with his staff and raised his cloak behind him as he spoke.

"Pay back the money."

".Um?"

"Is it Tarasin the Endless One? You plundered an entire Geneseed transport ship from our Sons of the Emperor Legion, preventing us from restoring our legion's organization for so long, wasn't that you?!"

hiss.

Kasga's words were a bit too sharp, and Tarasin regretted introducing himself.

"Give me back my money. There's no reason in this world to steal someone else's property and then pretend to be civilized."

Flames ignited in Kaska's hands, and with the gathering of psionic frost, it seemed he was determined to fight Tarasin to the death here.

"Wait, friend."

"Perhaps we can temporarily reach a cooperation agreement?"

"Cooperate? Why would I cooperate with the culprit who almost wiped out our legion?"

"This"

"Friends, we will only lose more if we fight here."

He didn't really care about the fact that he stole a whole shipload of genetic seeds from Casca.

So what if it was stolen?

If Tara Singh had any sense of shame, would he still be called the King of Figurines?
"To be honest, besides the genetic seed, I have also preserved a powerful warrior from ancient times for you."

"Who?"

Regardless of whether the words were "theft" or "protection," Kasgar immediately asked.

"Sword Saint Aqua Duna - she did not die, but was protected by me in the static field."

Aqua is not dead!

This was perhaps the best news Casca had heard since waking up.

"Why are you telling me this?"

But his wariness of Tarahim had not diminished in the slightest.

"That's obviously to achieve better collaboration with you."

"Perhaps I can assign you an assistant. When you have the need or the sincerity to make the exchange, I would be willing to exchange some of the collections you are interested in."

To exchange an inanimate object for a former comrade-in-arms, or for the hope of rebuilding and reviving the legion.

This is obviously more cost-effective.

"To show our sincerity—you can choose from our collection first, how about it?"

Tarasin's silver finger pointed to the vast stockpile of Blood Raven artifacts displayed behind him.

Transaction.

The two men held hands tightly, displaying their social skills.

Kaska was naturally somewhat dissatisfied with Tarasin, but he held back because Tarasin had protected Aqua and they would be exchanging her later.

“Then I want this Codex of All Machines,” Casca said. “It’s the stolen goods I promised to get back for Peturabo.”

"as you wish."

Tarachin, with great gentlemanly manners, handed the small blue crystal to Casca.

"And that [Brokensmith] is an artifact crafted by my wife, Fugrim, and I have the right to inherit it."

"It's up to you."

"And that one."

"for you."

"Ah, that one too—"

“Friend, although I let you choose first, your appetite is a bit too big.”

Kaska left the other party nothing.

Of course we won't keep it. The Blood Raven's inventory is clearly the crystallization of our human wisdom. How could we possibly give it to you, a monster like Tarasin?
Tarasin: "."

"Friend, is there any possibility?"

"The pocket space you are in now is made from the technology of us space necromancers?"

hiss.

This Casca is so shameless, truly worthy of being called...
—No wonder he is Tarachin's strategic partner!
Although Tarasin appeared somewhat displeased, in his heart he had already accepted Casgar as a guy.

If you ever need anything, call your bros, and we'll steal it together.

"Oh my God!"

Kaska, who was still searching for artifacts in the distance, suddenly shouted.

"Isn't that my stabbing sword!"

That's right.

Right there in the Blood Raven's relic treasury, in the center of the static force field, stood a slender and elegant sword blade.

"Casca!"

The "demon" in that stabbing sword isn't right; it should be the sword spirit now, and it seems quite excited.

"I knew you'd wake up! I knew you'd come to save me!"

"Quick, get me out of this awful place!"

It believed that Casca would definitely come to its rescue!

It has always firmly believed this.