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According to the Empire's records, it was a merchant ship belonging to the roving trader family of Blitz.

The Blitzcrank family is a large merchant family from the Ultramarine. Their trade network spans many galaxies and they once had extraordinary power and influence.

However, after the outbreak of the Horus Heresy, their family was also affected by the war, and most of the family members were killed in the Shadow Crusade launched by Lorgar and Angron, and the family was almost destroyed.

Jeremiah Blitzcrank was a member of the younger generation of this family. He was lucky enough that he was still able to sail his merchant ship in the turbulent waves of the Warp even after the Astronomican was obscured by the Warp storm.

Jeremiah is a typical wandering trader. He is not used to the elegant etiquette of the upper class. He prefers to sail his own merchant ship to explore the unknown world.

In his own words: "I robbed, I cheated, and I stole, but I was a law-abiding Rogue Trader and never stole a single tax."

"My loyalty belongs to the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar. I never care about any writ of claim. I got there first and I have the bigger gun, so what I see is what I have."

But now, this unruly Rogue Trader is facing a huge trouble. He realizes that the damn Warp storm may not be the biggest disaster in his life.

Because in the bridge of his merchant ship, a group of Astartes wearing blue and purple painted power armor with bloody bat wings and white skulls painted on them took his place.

As a knowledgeable Rogue Trader, Jeremiah had naturally seen these superhuman warriors of the Emperor. Even in the Five Hundred Worlds, his family had good dealings with the Ultramarines and was responsible for transporting some necessary supplies for the Thirteenth Legion.

"Emperor, these guys are definitely not Ultramarines."

Jeremiah murmured in his heart as some of his loyal guards immediately launched a counterattack after encountering the enemy boarding. Then in the blink of an eye, they were skinned by these Astartes holding power halberds and lightning claws.

Yes, instead of chopping off their heads, Jeremiah was distracted for a moment, and his men's skin and flesh were separated, and they were lying on the deck twitching and spurting horrific blood.

He is not afraid of death and blood. Rogue Merchants are the most radical and brave among the mortals in the Empire. In order to expand shipping routes and trade routes, they will even lead their fleets to the dark edge of the Milky Way and fight against those brutal and barbaric alien races.

It can be said that Rogue Traders are the best representatives of human courage and pioneering spirit, and are also a symbol of humanity's continued enterprising spirit after the Golden Age.

The more dangerous it is, the greater the opportunities and profits it contains, but such a horrifying scene still makes his big heart continue to contract and beat.

"It's the fucking Night Lords!"

Jeremiah screamed in his heart, but he didn't dare to make a sound. The Midnight Lords were one of the rebellious Astartes Legion. There were reports that some planets in the Five Hundred Worlds were slaughtered, and it was rumored that it was the Midnight Lords who did it.

The number of Midnight Lords he saw on the ship was not many, only about ten or so, while his cruiser, the Granted Destiny, had more than five thousand armed forces equipped with precision-crafted Hell Guns and light armor.

Although Jeremiah looked dissolute, he was actually a man of action. He knew that he had to rely on himself first and then on his own resources, including his subordinates, friends and wealth.

But wealth is dead, people are alive, so he never hesitates to win over his subordinates. He also has an inner circle composed of his previous acquaintances, forming a team similar to that of adventurers.

However, this seemingly huge disparity in numbers still did not give Jeremiah any sense of security, because those were the Midnight Lords, a traitor legion that was most skilled in killing mortals.

"I didn't feel my ship being attacked by boarding torpedoes or landing capsules, so they were directly teleported to my ship without a beacon? Aren't they afraid of getting stuck on the deck of the battleship?"

"Damn these lunatics! What do they want? There's no valuable cargo on my ship!"

Jeremiah carefully crawled along the narrow ventilation duct. If he had not just gone to the toilet, he would have collided directly with these Midnight Lords.

"But now my ship is still drifting in the warp. I have nowhere to escape!"

The Rogue Merchants felt that they had terrible luck. They had been lost in the warp before and were swept around by the Storm of Destruction. They didn't know where they had gone.

When his navigator saw Terra's Astronomican again, he immediately urged the merchant ship to head to Terra at full speed.

He may not quite understand how this war will evolve, but he simply believes that Terra, the home planet of mankind, should be the safest place.

Jeremiah hid in the ventilation duct of the bridge, relying on the micro-communicator on his wrist to keep in touch with his men.

He had to think of a solution, doing nothing would be tantamount to waiting for death.

Jeremiah accessed the Thinker server on the merchant ship and observed the real-time situation through the cameras installed throughout the cabin.

However, to his surprise, those damned Night Lords, apart from killing the armed soldiers who resisted at the beginning, did not slaughter other mortals as the rumors said.

The Night Lords simply controlled the people in the cabin and told them to stay where they were and not move.

"Damn it, why is there a woman with the rebel leader? Is she an astropath?"

The well-informed Jeremiah was also surprised by his discovery. He had never seen Astarte interested in women.

With his experience of going to various taverns, entertainment venues and brothels in the alleys, he bet that the leader of the Night Lords definitely had an affair with the female Astropath.

He saw through the monitor that the Midnight Lord had taken off his helmet, revealing a pale handsome face. The narrow scar across his upper lip made it seem as if he was always sneering contemptuously.

"Damn, what a pretentious face. This guy must be very popular with women." Jeremiah complained, and at the same time felt excited about his discovery and guess.

Oh, the Emperor, a ruthless Rebel Astartes, and a seemingly weak female Astropath, this combination...

Jeremiah's mind was full of imagination. His carefree nature still got into trouble at this moment. He wondered if there was any unknown relationship between these two people.

But the next second, a ghostly voice sounded from under him.

"Have you seen enough?"

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"dying."

"Dead, dead, dead."

An idea suddenly popped up in Jeremiah's mind, and all his thoughts were shattered by the cold premonition of death.

He didn't know how he was discovered while hiding in the ventilation duct, but it was obvious that the only result of being discovered was death.

The sturdy ventilation duct was cut easily like butter. The extremely sharp power halberd made a circle but did not cut Jeremiah's windbreaker.

With a scream, Jeremiah fell hard from the ventilation duct. If he had not been quick enough to hold onto his vital parts and land in a way that relieved the force, he would probably have to recuperate for a week.

"Get up, haven't you been watching?" A very magnetic and deep male voice sounded in Jeremiah's ears, almost making his scalp numb.

Jeremiah gritted his teeth and climbed up swiftly from the ground. He didn't know whether he could survive, but he had to at least give it a try.

When the Midnight Lord stood in front of him, Jeremiah truly realized how tall this guy was. He was at least 2.7 meters tall. Even compared with other Midnight Lords, he was definitely the tallest and strongest one.

When he raised his head and carefully observed the other person's facial expression, he could only see the hideous skull on his chest and the cold face looking down at him.

An invisible sense of fear rose from his heart. Even though the Night Lord did not move, the Rogue Trader felt as if he was so nervous that he could not breathe.

The other party seemed to be an evil ghost crawling out from countless corpses and pools of blood. The strong murderous aura naturally dissipated from him, outlining an extremely terrifying aura.

"My Lord, what can I do for you?"

Jeremiah did not dare to observe the other person's face again, but spoke respectfully in a humble tone.

He is a man who can bend and stretch. People who know him call him a rogue of the Blitz family, or a notorious villain. He will never do stupid things for the so-called dignity or glory, such as provoking a Night Lord right in front of him.

"Service? I don't need your service." Sevatar said as the veterans of the Black Armor Guards were taking over the battleship's control console.

Under the threat of lightning claws and power swords, all the mortal crew members and technicians were very sensible. They were busy with their work tremblingly, hoping that by immersing themselves in their work they could avoid the attention of those terrifying Night Lords.

None of the crew members under Jeremiah are easy to get along with. Naturally, there won’t be any kind and innocent good family members who can hang out with a guy like Jeremiah. However, under the butcher knife of the Midnight Lord, they are as obedient as docile sheep.

They are very smart and understand very well that whoever has the bigger fist has the final say.

And now, it is obvious that the fists of these Midnight Lords are the biggest and most violent. Maybe everyone on the ship can kill a few of them together, but before that, they will definitely all die.

"Your destination is Terra. It's simple. I hope you can give us a ride and help us sneak into the solar system."

"Once we get to Terra, I will let you go."

Jeremiah wondered if there was something wrong with his ears. Did this group of rebels want to sneak into Terra?

Are you kidding me?

Even though these ten Midnight Lords could slaughter everyone on their entire ship as easily as cutting vegetables, so what.

There must be a large number of Space Marine Legions gathered on Terra to defend the Emperor. Only the Astartes can fight against the Astartes, and they will only die if they go there.

"There's no way they'll let us go so easily, unless these damn traitors have a more sinister plan."

"They must be trying to cause unrest in Holy Terra so as to prepare for the great traitor Horus."

Jeremiah's mind was working quickly, and he felt that he had discovered the sinister intentions of these Midnight Lords.

Emperor, what should he do?

Jeremiah would compromise for survival, and even make certain exchanges and compromises with traitors, but if he was asked to betray humanity... Sorry, he couldn't do it.

Maybe some wandering traders would sell everything for profit, but he would not. The boy from the Blitz family loyally believed in the Emperor. There were only dead people, no traitors.

Sevatar felt the violent emotional fluctuations of the mortal wandering trader in front of him. Besides being a supreme warrior who could rival the Black Knight Sigismund, he was also a powerful psychic.

When he was a child, he could hear the voices of the dead and read the thoughts of humans or animals. After he became a Space Marine, this situation became more serious, and he even had super-strong future-foreseeing illusions similar to Curze.

To him, there were no secrets on the entire ship of the Gifted Destiny, and Jeremiah's clumsy method of hiding in the ventilation duct was simply too much for him to bear.

Even without relying on psychic powers, just the Astartes' extremely keen sense of smell, the hearing that can hear the target's heart rate a hundred meters away, or the auspicious scanning system installed in the power armor, they have a hundred ways to detect the enemy.

Not to mention that for the Night Lords, the smell of fear in the air was too conspicuous.

Sevatar didn't bother to pay attention to the complicated inner thoughts of these mortals. He only cared about whether he could arrive in Terra on time and meet Lord Roshi.

He carried the personal orders of the Midnight Haunter, which he needed to convey to Luo Xi in person.

Konrad Curze had done it, he had successfully established contact with Magnus and told him that the final soul fragment was located on Terra.

Magnus, who had received the exact news, could not wait to rush to Terra, but Conrad Curze used various reasons and excuses to delay the anxious Magnus.

He must first prepare Terra, otherwise Magnus' sudden appearance on Terra would inevitably cause a devastating impact.

And Sevatar was the messenger who brought the news. Such important information could not possibly be conveyed using the extremely unreliable astropathic communication. Moreover, where did they get the confidence to use psychic powers in front of the Scarlet King?

As long as Magnus finds out that he has been deceived, they will be in big trouble. Not only will Roche's plan be ruined, but they will also face Magnus's revenge!

God knows how terrible Magnus's anger would be when he realized that he had been deceived. This psychic Primarch had almost never shown his true strength, but Sevatar once followed Curze and met the Scarlet King himself.

Sevatar is also a powerful psychic, but he must admit that in front of Magnus he is like a candle in front of the sun, there is no comparison between the two.

"I must hurry. As soon as Terra receives the signal, they will naturally activate the trap for Magnus. By then, the Scarlet King will have no choice but to take the Emperor's place on the Golden Throne."

Prince of Crows thought to himself that he did not have much loyalty to the Emperor, he was only loyal to Curze himself.

Especially now that Koz has regained his sanity after Luo Xi's enlightenment and got rid of the curse of the prophecy illusion, he is no longer as crazy as before.

How happy Sevatar was about the change in his genetic father. He was willing to call for the death of the false emperor for Curze, and was also willing to pledge allegiance to the empire again for his father.

The Granted Destiny drifted and shuttled in the warp. Geller's position blocked the malice from the Sea of ​​Souls, but the warp tides were now much stronger than before, and warp demons broke into the warship from time to time.

The indifferent Sevatar and other Black Armored Guards easily slaughtered those Warp Demons and even skinned them, which flattered Jeremiah. He couldn't understand what these traitors were thinking.

Three Terra days later, the Granted Destiny finally arrived at the designated area and returned to the real universe through a rift opened by the subspace engine.