The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Guard

With Elpis's return to Terra, a recall of the Silent Sisters is underway throughout the island.

Although most of the high lords questioned and obstructed this matter, with the support of Imperial Commander Kurland and the statement of the Imperial Guard, they still chose to accept the order.

Among them were some high lords who reacted particularly strongly, resolutely opposing the reopening of Somnas Monastery and the recall of these "disgusting women."

The forceful voice disappeared after several days, and they were never allowed to speak again. The Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, Wangorich, personally escorted them to the Golden Throne to repent.

Neither Kurland nor Elpis made any statement regarding the Assassin's Court's actions; they tacitly approved of the Grand Master's assassination attempt.

Subsequently, the Empire issued a summons for the Silent Sisters, and the Soulless Queen explained the truth to her sisters scattered among the stars through the ancient and secretive communication network among the sisters.

Finally, three months later, on a marginal world called Nadiris, a force of about fifty Silent Sisters took the lead in responding to the call of the Soulless Queen.

These women stated that after the Empire abandoned them out of distrust, they would rather see the Empire burned down than offer any help.

But after hearing the Guard's assurances, out of loyalty to the Emperor and the Primarch, and trust in the Ten Thousand, they ultimately decided to return to Silent Fortress.

Hundreds of response signals continued to be transmitted back. Some signal sources were left alone, holding their ground on a desolate planet, while others had gathered dozens of sisters and were still fulfilling the ancient oath to protect the people of the empire.

They traversed the stars, carrying their wounds and their last vestiges of trust, converging on Terra.

Meanwhile, the fleet that had been on its expedition to Ulano did not stop after returning to Terra to rest and reorganize.

Kurandd cleverly used the victory at the Battle of Ulanor to gain the continued support of the High Lords and began to systematically respond to the distress signals from the Orcish invasions coming from various worlds within the Empire's territory.

Perhaps due to the death of the beasts, the intensity of the orcs' attacks began to decrease throughout the empire. The number of their attacks decreased, and they began to focus on small-scale invasions and plunder, with large-scale wars occurring very rarely.

After several support missions, some chapters began to withdraw from Kurland. They had originally responded to the Primarch's call to conquer the Orc homeworld, and now that the Beast was dead, it was time for them to return to the world they had protected.

In the end, only the fleet assembled at the final high wall, the Salamander Chapter, and a squad of Ultramarines that came to provide support remained.

Kurland used these troops to fight against the Orc invasion, and the Green Tide's expansion was effectively contained in some key sectors.

On Terra, some high lords were very dissatisfied with the overstepping of authority by the Guardians and the Astartes, but they dared not speak out openly and deliberately delayed the issue in some minor matters.

And so, several more Terran years passed amidst the war and reconstruction.

On a peaceful afternoon, in the circular medical hall filled with sophisticated instruments and the sound of prayers, the data on the monitors fluctuated violently, and the doctors rushed in in a panic.

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, wondering what had happened to the Primarch, a long, drawn-out breathing sound came from the medical bed.

Lord of Fire Dragons, Vulcan, opened his eyes.

The Primarch's gaze was initially somewhat unfocused, but then quickly sharpened, and the light of intelligence returned. Upon finding himself in the palace, he did not immediately rise, but instead lay quietly on the bed, sensing the changes in his body.

The doctors came forward to scan him and greet him, but he stopped them with a simple gesture. He sat up and looked at the doctor beside him.

"How long have I been asleep?" he asked in a low voice.

"It's been almost ten years, my lord," the doctor replied respectfully.

Vulcan nodded, waved for the doctors to leave, and casually picked up a data panel from the table to begin learning what had happened in the empire during his years of slumber.

After some time, footsteps came from the doorway, and Vulcan looked up.

"Vokhan, how did you sleep?" Elpis walked in from the doorway with a smile.

"Not bad," Vulcan put down the data panel in his hand, sat on the bed, and looked at Elpis at eye level. "Ten years have passed, and the orc threat is still not resolved. Of course, I have to get up and get to work."

Elpis could sense the Primarch's relaxed tone, indicating that the Primarch had indeed had a good night's sleep in the palace.

"However, they did not perish," Vulcan said, changing the subject. "The orcs do not end with the death of a leader. They slowly give rise to a new leader, and in Ulanor, we saw four others."

"It will learn, it will absorb the lessons of Ulanor, and it will become more cunning and more deadly than any beast. If left unchecked, it will eventually become a green tidal wave that engulfs the galaxy."

The Primarch raised his right hand, looked down at his open palm, and then slowly clenched it into a fist, as if he had made up his mind.

"We must take the initiative and find and destroy the orcs before they fully rise to become an unstoppable force. This war is far from over; it has only entered a new phase."

"Kurand is actively promoting reforms," ​​Elpis nodded, agreeing with the Primarch's words, "but only to resolve the orc invasion. He still abides by the ancient covenant and does not interfere in the political activities of mortals."

"As expected of Dorne's offspring."

“Yes,” Elpis said. “I told these supporting chapters that they don’t have to follow the holy code, and I don’t know if they will listen.”

"They'll probably stick to the holy texts to the death," Vulcan said, shaking his head helplessly.

He did not agree with Guilliman's approach at the time, but his sons had suffered heavy casualties and could not even muster enough troops for a single warband. Moreover, he could not afford to have any more conflicts between his brothers. In the end, he agreed to the promulgation of the holy code.

"I had them secretly cultivate more new blood," Elpis said. "Besides, Guilliman left me with something good back then."

As soon as he finished speaking, Elpis flipped his right hand, and a parchment scroll suddenly appeared in his hand. When unfolded, it still bore the familiar Primarch signature and crystal-clear Primarch blood.

This is a new ability he has acquired over the years after "digesting" the Argos Crystal; he can put items into an alternate dimension and retrieve or store them at will.

Time is almost frozen in this alternate dimension. He only senses the passage of time for a moment when he accesses or stores items. Furthermore, experiments have shown that living beings cannot currently be placed inside.

As for the size of this space, he guessed it was closely related to the power of the moon goddess he controlled. As it stands, after putting in two Thunderhawk gunboats, he felt that it was almost full.

"Looking back now, Robert certainly never imagined that the Holy Scripture would cause such a huge problem so quickly." The Primarch laughed happily. "You're just going to leave this scroll like this? I'll make you a box worthy of it later."

Elpis nodded in acceptance of the Primarch's offer, then flipped his right hand and the scroll disappeared.