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Vera only remembered that the man who behaved like a noble was named Luo Xi, and that he had a look and temperament that was different from everyone else.

The noble Astartes warrior personally delivered the baby, which was an unforgettable experience for a widow who had lost her husband.

The girl in her arms was sleeping peacefully. Elina protected her well, so that there was no blush on her face from the burning stellar radiation like her mother's.

But another mother and child next to them were not so lucky. The woman, who also had a child, hid in another corner vigilantly, breastfeeding her hungry child.

The mother and son both bear traces of stellar radiation, war dust and heavy metal toxins on their bodies. The people from Calth call this the Mark of Calth.

When people from other planets see a person with the mark of Calth on his body, they often look at him with pity, for they all know the horrific tragedy that happened on Calth.

Elina ignored the strange looks from the people around her. Those who survived Cos wouldn't care about such boring things. Compared to those who died in the war, they were already lucky enough.

The vast majority of civilians who took refuge in the Global Museum survived, and they were all more or less contaminated with some of the Mark of Calth.

In addition to having no attachment to her hometown, there was another important reason why Elina brought her daughter across the vast galaxy to Macragge.

Joey is sick, with a disease they can't cure.

Her daughter had been a little strange since she was born. From the moment she was born, Joey needed to sleep for twenty-three hours out of twenty-four Terra hours, a number that was too long even for a human baby.

Secondly, even when she was in a coma, Joey was able to sense the situation outside. She was not completely ignorant. When a wave of hungry rodents broke out in the underground city of Cowes, Alina was horrified to find that her daughter had crushed several mutant beasts that broke into the room in her sleep.

Instead of strangling them, they blasted the mutant rats, which were as big as dogs, into blood drops and meat pulp. She would never forget the scene of the blood all over the ground.

Elena was not a stupid person. She was clearly aware of her daughter's extraordinaryness, or to put it another way, it was a curse.

The curse of psychic energy.

Her daughter was most likely a psyker, and the public broadcasts on Calth broadcast daily reports on the crackdown on the remnants of the Word Bearers, which also included warnings about the dangers of psykers.

A widow with nothing, what can she do? Elena was afraid that her child would be taken away by the Ultramarines, and everyone knew how they dealt with the out-of-control psykers.

"Joey was born this way, what's her fault? We just want to survive."

Holding the still sleeping Joey in her arms, the girl's tender face flushed, Elena made up her mind. She now had only one solution: find the man who helped her give birth. Her intuition told her that man must have a way.

Only he can help Joey, maybe he can cure the [disease] of psychic power.

In the common people's cognition, the state manifested by psychic power is not much different from disease. Some of them will experience physical changes and possess incredible but extremely dangerous powers.

And now, wandering in this bustling and noisy immigration hall, facing hundreds of different windows and channels, Alina was at a loss.

She realized that her idea was indeed naive, crossing the long distance from Calth to Macragge to find an acquaintance who she didn't know whether he was still there.

She learned the man's name from the Ultramarines, and also knew his identity: the Primarch's personal advisor.

Would such a high-ranking person remember the insignificant mother and daughter he once helped?

Elena didn't dare to think about it too much. Her mind told her that there was little hope, but her emotions made it impossible for her to sit idly by and watch her daughter getting weaker day by day.

"Do you need help?" The woman looked up suddenly and found a middle-aged man who looked to be around 40 or 50 years old asking about her situation.

The man in front of him was wearing a light grey work uniform, and his slightly wrinkled face revealed a sense of vicissitudes, but he looked ordinary.

What made Elena's eyes light up was the familiar mark of Kos on the face of the man in front of her.

This is a Cossian!

Elena instinctively developed a sense of intimacy and goodwill. In her mind, she seemed to have a trance-like feeling that she had dealt with the other party a long time ago, and a memory emerged.

She seemed to know this person.

The woman's already vague memory gradually became clearer. She remembered that the name of the man in front of her seemed to be...

"Olpersong, I didn't expect to run into you in Macragge." The man in front of him said, shrugging and nodding, "Elina Vera, we've met before."

The man lowered his voice a lot, and listening to the hoarse voice, Elina couldn't help but believe the words of the man in front of her who called himself Orpesson.

"I think you must have run into some trouble, right? After all, I came here earlier than you and have encountered those troubles." said the man who called himself Orpeson, while helping Elena take some of the heavy objects she was carrying.

"Yes, I'll come to find someone, but I think this may be difficult." Elena hesitated for a moment, but still let Orperson carry the bag.

Seeing that Elena was still a little wary, the man didn't take it seriously. Instead, he turned around and took the mother and daughter to a rest area with fewer people.

But what Elina didn't notice was that when the man in front of her turned his head, a halo called psychic power flashed in his eyes.

He was mumbling to himself, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

"Daughter... Psychic, Trouble... Salamander... And, the Unpredictable Man?"

Chapter 183 John the Immortal

Elena followed the man in front of her to a rest area where many Kos people gathered. On this huge orbital platform, there were immigrants from various planets. Naturally, these people also formed groups based on their hometowns.

On a strange planet thousands of years away from home, even a familiar accent is heartwarming enough.

"I'm quite familiar with the guards here, and I can get some inside information through them. If you need help, don't be embarrassed, just tell me."

"People of Kaus are supposed to help each other out there, aren't they?"

The man took Elena to an area where women and children gathered, found a place for Elena, and returned the heavy objects on her body to her.

His attentive behavior impressed Elena, and her trust in him increased a lot.

"Don't hate the guards. There's a reason why they don't let us roam around." The man sat down, keeping his eyes level with Alina's. "It's a dark year now. We are all from Kos, so we naturally know what this means."

Elena nodded in understanding. Military control was also implemented in the underground city of Cowes to guard against enemies hiding in the dark like rats.

"The formalities will be completed. Only after we have been examined can we change from temporary citizens to formal citizens." The man smiled. "At least that's what the guard on the previous shift told me. He had no reason to lie to us."

Elena bit her lip slightly. She needed a legal identity, otherwise she would not be able to find someone whose name she only knew in the capital of the Five Hundred Worlds.

She recalled Luo Xi's appearance in her mind.

"Luo Xi, his name is Luo Xi. Where is the more information? I need more. Use your brain to recall more. Why is there only this?"

The man thought to himself, and at the same time, he actively guided Elena to recall the scene of childbirth.

As the conversation between the two gradually unfolded, the man who had assumed the identity of his old friend Olperson also read more useful information from Elina's mind.

"That's all. You rest here for a while. I'll go to the food distribution area to get you some food. The Ultramarines have taken our basic living needs into consideration and they have provided it for free."

After temporarily bidding farewell to Elina, Olperson, or John, headed towards the relief center set up by the government.

He walked up the mesh stairs to the platform. Ultraviolet disinfection lamps were arranged above the platform, and nozzles were spraying trace amounts of disinfectant gas to prevent diseases from different planets from spreading here.

"The mission this time is too difficult. Why did the prophecy turn out like this?" John was queuing in the crowd. He tried hard to control his psychic mind reading. The refugees around him who had fled here were filled with strong emotions of sadness, disturbing his mind.

"It shouldn't be like this. The prophet's prophecy didn't include these things: that damn battle planet, those Ultramarines who didn't die, everything has changed."

Most of the information he told the woman was lies. Orpesson was not his name, but the identity of an old friend of his. He was not a refugee from Cowes, but his true identity - an agent of a mysterious organization called the Esoteric Cult.

As an immortal, John was chosen by the cult and became a member during the world war that broke out among humans in the second millennium.

This time John came to Macragge with a secret mission, but before starting his mission, he had to face a difficult problem.

He was trapped in this immigration center, and the Ultramarines' overly strict inspection measures made it impossible for him to move forward.

It's just that the woman named Elina Vera who he selected from the crowd might be an opportunity. He read everyone's brain and heart and found that opportunity.

This woman from Cowes actually knew that unpredictable person, and this was a relationship that could be exploited.

"My main mission is to deal with the Primarch who fell to Macragge, but if I get a chance to investigate that unpredictable man, it would be an unexpected bonus," John thought to himself.

The elders of the secret sect are very curious about him. His appearance makes the already chaotic future even more unpredictable. For the sake of the great plan, perhaps eliminating him or winning him over is the right choice.

John received a large and nutritious meal from the relief center. He tasted it and although it was not as good as the delicacies he remembered, it was a rare feast for these refugees.

According to the information he obtained from the guards, it seems that these Macragge people have mastered the method of large-scale industrial production of food. These foods directly synthesized by machines contain most of the nutrients needed by the human body, and they are all free.

Free food, this kind of thing is rare even in the 31st millennium. John vaguely remembered that this kind of thing also happened to human beings in the time known as the Golden Age.

The abundance of material goods has provided basic guarantees for people’s living standards, although there are still huge gaps.

However, the long night of chaos and endless war that followed destroyed all this beauty.

Humans are not only good at destroying other races, they are also very good at destroying themselves.

John, with mixed feelings, met a Mechanicus's Sarax soldier on his way back. These Mechanicus soldiers, composed of human wetware and mechanical metal, had a rustic ferocity, and they patrolled here over and over again, moving their piston-equipped feet.

John loathed these profane creations that blended human and mechanical entities.

"Technology shouldn't be like this." John could hear the pain in the Mechanicus soldier's heart. He could feel that under the metal armor there was a human head with only the spine left, wailing in severe pain.

"No passage here, please go back." The Sarax soldier walked towards John, holding an extremely dangerous arc gun in his hand, and the noise of the pistons on his body could be heard.

"I want to talk to my supervisor. We've talked before," John said.

"I would like to inquire about the progress of the identity verification."

The half-human, half-mechanical being checked the log records doubtfully and confirmed that what the person in front of him said was true.

John's conversation with the Sarax soldiers alerted a true administrator, a sergeant of the Ultramarines, who walked towards John's position.

The Eternal Agent acted completely harmless as he saluted the approaching Ultramarines while once again mobilizing his telepathic powers.

In just a few moments, John had a cursory glance at the mind of the Ultramarines.

"Sir, I just wanted to inquire about the waiting time. We have been stranded here for more than a week," he said.

"What's your name?" The Extreme Warrior took off his helmet, and John could see the metallic base color under the cobalt blue paint. It was adamantium, an extremely powerful metal.

"Olpersong, from Calth." John said. The skills taught to him by the esoteric professors allowed him to perfectly keep his heartbeat, facial expressions, and micro-movements normal. Even an Astartes could not tell the falsehood from them.

He knew very well how powerful these Ultramarines were. Guilliman's descendants had thinking abilities comparable to those of humanoid thinkers. If there were even the slightest flaw in their fabrications, it would not escape their eyes.

But his information was not fabricated. His old friend had a complete life trajectory. He did have a farm in Cowes, and before the disaster, Orpesson was preparing to start a farming life in Cowes.

The Ultramarines named Zairo kept repeating the name while recalling the personnel list of the Calth immigration ship that had just been issued, which contained information on more than 30,000 people.

There was indeed a man called Olpersson.

"Everyone regrets what happened on Calth, but it's all in the past." The Ultramarines nodded sympathetically. Guilliman's descendants cared more about mortals than other Space Marines.

"Yes, we have to look forward." John smiled, "But God, there are so many women and children down there who need help. They can't stay here forever, so I want to ask how long it will take for our identity review to be completed."

The Ultramarines had no fault to fault with John's words, but he soon noticed the title mentioned by the mortal.

“Who is God?” asked the Ultramarines.

"I'm sorry sir, it was just a slip of the tongue. It is an ancient faith called Catholicism," John explained.