The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Guard

Time passed silently once again, and in this dark and terrifying universe, only war was eternal.

In the eyes of Grand Master Wangorich of the Assassin's Court, the High Lords Council of the Empire had long been a farce, and the rebukes of the Imperial Guard, the disappointment of the Primarchs, and so on had long made him feel ashamed.

After several years of repairs, the damage to the murals and statues in the outer halls of the palace has been restored, but he was unsure whether this indicated that the other high lords had reformed.

But at least after the Primarch's return, these High Lords have become much more restrained, and they no longer argue for half a day over a certain title in the documents.

At this moment, Vangorich strolled through these magnificent halls, a habit he had maintained for many years. Whenever he was troubled, he would come to these halls, which would soothe his mind.

Although these places were not ideal either. The parade ground built for the legion was deserted, and the audience hall, which was intended for tens of thousands of people to gather, was covered in dust and no one visited it.

The Great Mentor often fantasizes about being born in the era when the Lord of Humanity was walking among humans, so that his talents could be put to use and he could contribute to the great cause of human revival.

Wangorich appeared small and fragile amidst these magnificent buildings; in this palace built for demigods, mortals like him were utterly insignificant.

He pondered a report from several months ago, in which High Inquisitor Veritus sent word that the Eldar, imprisoned in the Inquisition's secret prison, had escaped.

The Eldar who called himself the Shadow Prophet Larriel mysteriously disappeared from his cell. It should be noted that the Inquisition's prison contains a large amount of anti-psy materials and surveillance equipment.

Even more strangely, on the very day Larriel disappeared, all the surveillance equipment malfunctioned, and all the personnel on duty fell into a coma.

After emergency repairs, the courtroom could only detect a geometric green light in the surveillance equipment; all other information was missing.

The Grand Master simply felt that this was yet another dereliction of duty by the Inquisition, and that the alien had definitely been rescued by her own kind.

Furthermore, Vangorich felt that the Grand Inquisitor Veritus was full of mystery and knew many secrets that even he did not know, so he always regarded Veritus as a thorn in his side and needed to be wary of him.

Wanorić walked slowly, moving through the shadows of the hall, until he reached the side wing of the palace, where a newly built hall housed administrative staff.

For nearly a thousand years, the ever-expanding army of administrative personnel has filled this enormous hall.

He scrutinized everyone present, recalling the plans he had made long ago, the schemes he had devised over the years as a precaution. He knew perfectly well how each person would die when the time came.

Even the Astartes, the Imperial Guard, and the Primarchs—the Grand Master has prepared hundreds of methods to deal with these demigods, in addition to the experience accumulated by the Assassin's Court over thousands of years. It's just a matter of not knowing which one will be effective.

Those in positions of authority should fulfill their responsibilities.

His duty compels him to consider some extreme scenarios, a mission bestowed upon them by the Lord of Mankind and the Seal Bearer.

This morning, the Lord of Fire Dragons led the fleet of the Last Wall once again, ready to completely quell the orc invasion. This time, no Imperial Guard accompanied them, only a squadron of Silent Sisters.

The Grand Master wholeheartedly agreed with this, the only problem being the High Lords. Without Astartes and Primarchs, could those corrupt High Lords provide support so efficiently?

The Grand Master expressed concern, but none of this mattered. While the Primarch was still unconscious, he had already poisoned the Pope of the State Church. The slow-acting poison gradually eroded the Pope's body, and he eventually died in his own home.

This pathetic old man has long been mentally unstable, spending his days in prayer, ignoring all political affairs, and has even come to believe in orcs.

This was unforgivable, and Vangorich immediately declared the Pope's crimes and ordered a raid on his home. He found astonishing wealth in the Pope's house, enough to arm several full-strength Space Marine chapters.

Of course, the Grand Master's actions were illegal. The Assassins' Court poisoned the Pope without anyone's authorization and even raided his home without the consent of the Council.

But no one dared to question the Grand Master's actions. Imperial Commander Kurland tacitly approved of the Assassin's Court's actions, and even after the Primarch awakened, he did not question his mistakes.

For the past few years, Wangorich has been searching through the ancient documents of the Assassin's Court, trying to find the identities of the Imperial Guard members who appeared in the Council, and he actually found relevant records.

Elpis, the guard wielding the giant silver spear, was a guard personally trained by the Lord of Mankind and personally instructed by the Seal Bearer. This honor surprised the Grand Master.

After confirming the identities of the Imperial Guards, the Grand Tutor immediately sealed this sensitive information in a more secretive place. He knew that the identities of the Imperial Guards could not be easily exposed, otherwise they might be used by some people with ulterior motives.

At the same time, he also greatly admired Elpis's approach, believing that dealing with high lords should be done swiftly and decisively, which was exactly what he advocated.

Wangolic knew it was time for a change; only by removing the dead branches could new shoots emerge. Now, he needed to wait and gather strength, and when the time was right, he would have the opportunity to create a new future for humanity.

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A hidden base deep within the palace, unknown to most.

Elpis received a gift personally forged by Vokhan; he not only received a magical box, but also another Primarch's signature and another drop of Primarch's blood.

This left Elpis both amused and exasperated, while Vocan simply stated that it was more convincing and had no intention of making Guilliman look foolish.

Of course, all of this was irrelevant to Elpis, who was currently preparing for his next journey.

For some unknown reason, the orb of light in the StarCraft universe could not be dragged by Elpis, nor were there any other threads attracting him to it.

Meanwhile, the orb of light in the StarCraft universe was flashing, as if summoning Elpis, who decided to go there again and was making final preparations in the secret base of the palace.

The number of transmigrators has increased this time, with a total of six black-armored warriors and two beautiful women.

The three extra black-armored warriors were the newly cultivated Shadowmoon Wolves, which was beyond Elpis's expectations. After returning from his journey, the gene seeds in the three of them, including Loken, had already matured.

Through millennia of development on Earth, the Sage of Orm quickly selected three loyal Earth warriors who received the injection of gene seeds and successfully became powerful Space Marines.

The other beautiful woman who appeared was Nova, who had grown up. After being injected with a body-enhancing agent specially made by the Sage of Om, her physical strength had been greatly enhanced, and her height was now close to two meters.

She wore specially made silver-white heavy power armor, the streamlined armor perfectly conforming to her body shape, concealing her originally impressive figure; this was also the work of the Sage of Orm.

With everything ready, a silvery light enveloped everyone, and the hall returned to silence.