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"What about the Primarch?" Luo Xi hesitated.

"Of course, we left a wolf brother behind to carry out the orders issued by the Prime Minister and the Wolf King, so we are not breaking our promise."

"Rather, we are patrolling the hidden places of the Five Hundred Worlds, searching for possible ambitious people. Even if the Prime Minister and Rus knew about our actions, they would praise us."

Faffnar said confidently, and Roche counted them with his eyes, and sure enough, there were only nine Fenrisians here.

Roche was speechless in response to their obvious behavior of taking advantage of a loophole. It turned out that the Fenris people actually feared something so much.

It's just a pity for the Space Wolf with the lowest status. Faffnir took the other wolf brothers to have fun all over the galaxy, but left him with Guilliman to endure endless political torture.

In this regard, Luo Xi could only express his condolences and hope that the wolf brother would not become mentally ill.

Faffnir felt no guilt at all. It was better for one wolf brother to suffer from Guilliman's political affairs than for all wolf brothers to be tortured together.

Someone has to sacrifice, so let someone else do it.

"Besides, with Lord Ryan in Macragge, no one would be foolish enough to rebel."

Somewhat unexpectedly, these two legions that have to fight whenever they meet actually have something in common in this regard. The Wild Wolves are particularly reassured about their Dark Angel cousins.

After all, the Wild Wolves knew very well that they were merely the All-Father's gendarmerie, and those thick-skinned and black-hearted Dark Angels would represent the true wrath of the Emperor once they made up their minds to take action.

Faced with the Space Wolves who were as sticky as gummy bears, Roche had no better solution and could only agree to take them to Sosa together.

"First of all, we have to say hello. You must obey orders and not act at will." Luo Xi said seriously.

"It's natural. A hunting pack has only one alpha wolf. If you need it, you can do it." Faffnar assured.

Chapter 221 Agent John's Headache

"That man has left Macragge. I can feel his mental fluctuations are dissipating. They are now able to use the Necrons artifact normally. This is not good news."

"That abominable Necron artifact, the symbol of the successful rebellion of the vampire slaves of the stars, has now fallen into human hands."

If Alina Vera could hear this voice, she would definitely blurt out Olpersson's name.

The other party has lost any trace since he came to the surface of Macragge through her special channel.

However, the Immortal Agent, whose real name was John, was in a somewhat delicate situation, as he was tied to a chair with a backrest with ropes.

In front of him was an armored Word Bearer who wrapped himself in a robe.

It was the other party who was chasing relentlessly and finally caught up with John here.

Agent John tried to use his psionic powers to free himself, but the psionic collar around his neck restricted most of his power. This Word Bearer came prepared.

The Word Bearers warrior who called himself Narek discovered John's trail not long after he landed. After a chase and fight, John was helplessly tied up by the other party.

"This is Macragge. God, how dare you, a Word Bearer, come here? If those Ultramarines see you, they will go crazy and tear you to pieces."

"Why are you pursuing me so relentlessly? We have no conflicts or hatreds."

John tried to persuade Narek with words, but he remained unmoved.

"God? There are only false gods in the galaxy today."

Through the scarlet goggles, the cult agent saw a pair of eyes without any emotion.

He tried to use his telepathic ability to read the other person's mind, but it didn't work. The collar around his neck suppressed the psychic energy more than he expected.

After all, the other side came from the Word Bearers, the legion that knew the most about Warp sorcery among all the Astartes, and they were the descendants of the Great Word Bearer who fell into Chaos.

"It was that man named Roshi who provided the unexpected technology that enabled the Ultramarines to defeat you. Unfortunately, he has now left Macragge."

"He is your enemy, son of Lorgar. You should hunt him instead of me. We have the same goal."

John tried to transfer his hatred to the unpredictable man. The Word Bearers took the initiative to backstab him, but still lost to the Ultramarines. The other party couldn't just turn a blind eye to such a great humiliation, right?

"Please stop playing tricks. I care little for these things," the Word Bearer said. "I need your help to kill Lorgar. He has betrayed the Emperor and the Faith."

Narek took off his helmet, and half of his face was hidden in shadow.

The agent deeply engraved the other's appearance into his mind. He began to defend himself, "I want to help you too. Lorgar's death will be good for everyone, whether it is the human empire or our secret sect. But I have an extremely important mission. If I don't complete it, those aliens will bring huge trouble."

"Aliens? Let them try. Both loyal Astartes and traitorous Astartes have zero tolerance for xenos."

The Word Bearer tilted his head, as if thinking about something.

"So what is your mission? What mission did those blasphemous rubbish hiding in the shadows give you?"

John heard the contempt and mockery in the Word Bearer's mouth. He silently endured the other party's condescending attitude, because he himself looked down on himself, a puppet manipulated by the aliens.

One person raped.

"I am to slay one of the Primarchs, the Fire Lord who fell on Macragge. We know he is immortal, but with a lightning stone short spear imbued with the power of the Emperor, we can break his immortality."

The agent was still observing the Word Bearer's micro-expressions, but the other party was really like a machine, showing no emotional fluctuations.

"I told you that I am not interested in anything other than Lorgar. So go and kill Vulkan, and then help me kill Lorgar."

John's expression revealed speechlessness. He was a Primarch with unparalleled power, the Emperor's most powerful creation, not to mention the most difficult to kill Fire Dragon Lord Vulkan.

"Listen, Word Bearers, assassinating a Primarch is not a simple matter. It's like putting an elephant in a refrigerator. It's not as simple as opening the refrigerator, putting the elephant in, and closing the refrigerator. By the way, maybe you don't know what an elephant is."

The agent found his own description ridiculous. How could these artificial genetically enhanced warriors, who were active in the 31st millennium and were born after the Great Crusade, know what an elephant was?

"A giant four-legged mammal that became extinct in the fifth millennium." Narek's answer made John feel even more embarrassed. He actually knew it.

"Don't talk about that stupid elephant, Narek. I can call you that, right? I can feel Vulkan's crazy and chaotic mind. He has been tortured to death by something. Now he is sealed in a secret base outside Macragge. A company of Ultramarines is guarding the fortress."

John felt that his mission had failed. According to the guidance of those shrewd guys in the cult, he should assassinate Vulkan during the battle between Vulkan and Midnight Haunter.

But now, the Night Haunter was arrested before he even touched Vulkan, the terrible iron man, those abominable intelligences that once caused horrific killings at the end of the Dark Age of Technology have reappeared.

Although he did not fully experience that extremely dark period, as a senior agent of the cult, he was hiding in the remote areas of the galaxy with these damn aliens, fearing that they would be discovered by those murderous abominable intelligences and the iron men who could fill the entire galaxy.

But as a human being, the memories in his brain are telling him to fear the Iron Man.

He should not continue to provoke the increasingly powerful Lord of Macragge and assassinate Vulkan who was sealed in the stasis field under the other's nose, but the horrific punishment of those aliens made the agent feel at a loss.

"I'll help you, and then you help me, it's only fair," Narek said, and he took out his tactical dagger and cut the rope that could suppress psychic power to show his cooperative attitude.

His power boots kicked out the package beside him, revealing a short spear made of a rock spearhead and a wooden handle. It looked ordinary, even extremely rough and backward. Even mortals in the primitive world would not use it for hunting.

But Narek knew that this weapon was the key to killing an Eternal Primarch, and it was also the key to killing the Great Word Bearer who had fallen into Chaos.

John shook his arms to clear the blood vessels that were clogged from being tied up for too long. He wrapped the lightning-struck stone spear with black cloth again and stuffed it into his arms.

"Leave this thing here for now. I'll give it to you after I complete the task."

The Word Bearer did not stop John's actions. He simply put on his helmet and hid his face and heart again.

The latter just looked at the Word Bearer with a strange look. After a long while, he said, "Why? You are obviously a Word Bearer. Why are you so calm in front of your nemesis, the Ultramarines?"

And Narek simply replied: "As you can see, I am a traitor. I have betrayed my Legion. The loyal Legion will not trust me, and the traitorous Legion will not trust me either. I am the only one who walks the path. I must purify the Word Bearers Legion and save it from the hands of Lorgar who has fallen into Chaos."

John just looked at the other person for a long time with a look as if he had seen a ghost.

"Look what I see, a Word Bearer loyal to the Emperor. God, I may have some respect for you."

"But I still can't trust you. The Word Bearers are best at distorting the truth. This may be another conspiracy of Lorgar." said the agent.

"You will see me clearly." Narek took the lead and walked towards the deep sewer official website, "Remember to follow."

Chapter 222 Sousa's Forward Base

"There are more people than I expected. Two hundred and fourteen White Scars, a full company of Ultramarines, and oh look, a pack of stinking Space Wolves."

Sosa, the primary location is in the Black Stone Space of Alpha.

The war blacksmith witnessed Astartes warriors emerging one after another from the dark space. Roxi had already informed him in advance that a group of reinforcements would arrive.

And all of this is based on the magical teleportation mechanism of Pharos. Dantioch knows that if the Necrons use this artifact, they will definitely be able to do better.

Perhaps they could use the Pharos to transport giant war vehicles or entire fleets of warships, instead of being unable to transport even slightly larger knight mechas like humans are doing now.

But being able to send people over is enough. Roche's starship can provide certain material support. In the camp of the Extreme Warriors at the foot of the mountain, hundreds of Tengu mechas are ready on standby.

Beside Dantioch, Pollax, like a giant, sat quietly, seemingly thinking about something.

"Why don't you go back? Your battle-brothers are still waiting for you in Macragge." The blacksmith supported the strong body of Polux, but found that he couldn't push him at all.

"Emperor, what on earth did you eat to grow up, or are the Imperial Fists so nutritious?"

"Damn you Imperial Fists, the guys stationed on Terra are treated differently."

The Imperial Fists and the Iron Warriors were the two legions that were the best at building positions and conducting defensive battles. The former were favored by the Emperor and enjoyed the glory of being the Guardians of Terra, while the Iron Warriors could only engage in one fierce battle after another.

Dantioch complained in a low voice. Perturabo was originally the shorter one among the Primarchs, and his gene-seed adaptors inherited this trait. The Iron Warriors tend to be more solid and sturdy, which is an advantage in positional attack and defense.

Being short will reduce the chance of being hit by explosive bombs, and your center of gravity will be more stable.

The warsmith comforted himself, but he still felt a wave of frustration after looking up at Pollax's back. In this regard, humans and green-skinned orcs actually have a lot in common, such as the admiration for large size.

Bigger is better, more is more beautiful, and the taller the warrior, the more power he possesses.

"Go back?" Polux shrugged. He came to this planet called Sosa by chance. How could he go back immediately?

"I have to keep an eye on you, Blacksmith. Although you saved me from the Night Haunter's attack, don't think I'll let my guard down."

As the Imperial Fist spoke, his eyes drifted towards the Pharos facility that contained extraordinary technology. He could not let a single Iron Warrior monopolize the lifeline of the empire.

The experienced warsmith had seen through Pollax's little thoughts long ago. He secretly laughed at Pollax's insincerity in his heart. This son of Dorne was slightly different from those other stubborn and rigid Imperial Fists. He knew how to be more flexible.

Roshi returned to Sosa through the teleportation ability of Faros, which is a superluminal method that is completely different from the subspace jump. According to his personal experience, it is much stronger than subspace navigation.

He rubbed his confused brain. It was inevitable that he would feel a little mentally confused after crossing such a long distance in a short period of time.

"Dantioch, Pollax." Roche saw this somewhat strange combination at first sight. The captain of the Imperial Fists was teleported away by the war blacksmith at the moment of life and death crisis, which enabled them to unlock this new function of the Pharos Lighthouse.

"Lord Roshi, what is the situation in Macragge? Is the Midnight Haunter still causing trouble?"

Polux bowed slightly and then asked anxiously.

When he was teleported to Sosa by Dantioch, he only heard about what happened afterwards instead of seeing it with his own eyes, so he had to confirm the authenticity of the incident again.

"Don't worry, the riot in Macragge has been quelled. We have worked together to capture Midnight Haunter and imprisoned him in an absolutely safe cell. He will be judged in the future."

Roche's words made Pollax's heart sink back into his stomach. This was not much different from what Dantioch said.

"What can I do for you? The Imperial Fists are happy to serve." Pollux asked.