A life of ups and downs, but in Warhammer 40K

Veterans of this caliber are practically nonexistent in today's 40K era.

Even Bjorn, the Wolf Pack's eternal fearless warrior, wasn't at that level. Then they received some news. After that veteran single-handedly banished both a Khorne bloodthirsty berserker and a Nurgle demon prince, the group nearly went mad.

So at that moment, a loud voice pierced through the Imperial Guard, bypassed the Inquisitor and the Sector Governor, and arrived directly at the three kneeling As...

In front of Tate.

"It was the three of you who caused an ancient elder to fall into the warp, and whose fate remains unknown to this day?"

Upon seeing this person, all three of them broke out in a cold sweat.

This was because this person was none other than their highest-ranking superior, the Lord of the Watch. The Death Watch had a complex history and directly connected to the Inquisition's Exile Order, so typically each of the Lords of the Watch led a separate faction.

Moreover, those who can serve as the Lord of the Watchers and suppress their subordinates are all formidable characters whose origins are somewhat questionable.

So even Aker, a veteran, swallowed hard when facing this man, and before he could finish speaking, he was lifted up by him.

"Why weren't you the ones pulled into the subspace back then?"

Clearly, the Lord of Watchers was also a bit agitated at this moment; the pressure of a veteran of this caliber being involved in an incident was immense.

“Besides investigating that veteran, I also brought the cardinal of the state church. This time we need to see that living saint.”

Seeing that the Lord of the Watchers had promoted three people on the spot, the Imperial Guards didn't know what to say for the time being. After all, such promotions were a form of protection, and if they handled it internally, it wasn't appropriate for the Imperial Guards to interfere at this point.

"Elena is currently inside the church. I request that the Emperor's messenger accompany me there."

At this moment, the local high nun also bowed to the Imperial Guard, mainly because the appearance of the living saint always drove the believers into a frenzy. Therefore, under normal circumstances, it was best to avoid showing one's face.

Chapter 52 gives the cavemen a little bit of a 40K shock.

Inside a small, secret room in the Gwent Nest City Battle Sisters' Convent.

There were only a very small number of people present at this time. First, there were the Golden Armored Guards. Then there were several Astartes and Inquisitors, and of course, the local sector governor.

"Tell me everything about that person, and I will judge for myself whether his identity is real."

At this moment, the Imperial Guards also looked at their leader, Alpharis Aker. Although the latter was bruised and swollen, he subconsciously trembled after hearing these words.

"Ok?"

Upon seeing Aker's actions, the Imperial Guard's brow twitched involuntarily.

Mmm, the taste of a secret.

"I speak in the name of the Emperor's supreme authority to instruct!"

"Uh, there are too many people."

Looking at the Imperial Guards before him and then at the people around him, Aker tentatively asked a question, but his words were met with cold stares from the Imperial Guards.

At that moment, Akel couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, but since things had come to this, he was somewhat resigned to his fate.

“The Great Elder said that the Emperor and Macardo have made countless prophecies. In any case, half of the Primarchs will betray us, so our Primarch Alpharis is to occupy one of those traitorous Primarchs.”

"........."

After recounting everything Su Can had said during their meeting in one breath, Akel let out a long sigh of relief.

He only had one feeling right now, and that was pure bliss.

After all, keeping a secret also means a lot of psychological pressure. Now that he's vented, he feels relieved.

I'm impressed. And it also serves to vindicate their Primarch or Alphareth, showing that not all of them are traitors.

But as Aker finished speaking, the scene fell silent.

He then looked up and realized that everyone present had one eye looking up and the other looking down, even the golden-armored imperial guard who had taken off his helmet had the same expression.

Holy shit, is this something we should be listening to?

At this moment, everyone, including the Imperial Guard and even the Silent Sisters standing nearby, shared this thought. Therefore, in Warhammer, please do not casually pry into other people's secrets; you might not even be able to keep up with them.

Good news, this is definitely a long-time veteran.

The bad news is, this old man might be quite old. Perhaps even older than the Primarch, and it's possible that Macardo and the Emperor's level of trust in him might be no less than that of Constantine Waldo.

This secret is terrifying; it's not something a mere member of the Imperial Guard should overhear.

"I'm not going to be loyal, am I?"

But if we're talking about who's most panicked right now, it's definitely the sector governor.

He was using this veteran soldier to the extreme, and what was even more frightening was that the more information he gathered, the older the soldier's identity seemed to be.

This isn't something that gets better with age. Initially, he thought that his death would be the end of it, but now it seems that his entire family might ascend to heaven.

"It's a secret; you go and erase their memories."

Taking a deep breath, the Imperial Guard knew that this kind of secret was not something a mere Imperial Guard could handle on its own; it required the Imperial Guard Marshal to come.

This wasn't just true for him, but for everyone present.

If he didn't erase their memories, it meant he might have to execute all of them. So the Imperial Guard pointed to the judge beside him, signaling him to take action.

After all, the Imperial Guards who are capable of fieldwork are definitely the more rational type; there are very few lunatics or fanatics among them. Or rather, in the entire Warhammer universe, while the Imperial Guards do have serious ailments, their conditions are considered relatively mild.

At least he wasn't so crazy as to shoot everyone present and then blow himself up with a bomb.

"Next, take me to see the living saint. We have received a divine decree."

At that moment, the Imperial Guards also took a deep breath and then passed through the crowd to enter another secret room.

Elena was kneeling on the ground, praying silently, when she noticed the Imperial Guards approaching and stood up.

Then, those dazzling golden eyes, radiating an aura that seemed capable of annihilating everything, locked onto the Imperial Guards, and at that moment, they slowly performed a salute.

"........"

However, the Imperial Guards were also secretly surprised, because even they felt a special sense of trepidation upon seeing those golden pupils.

"Could this be His Majesty's...?"

At this moment, the Imperial Guards thought of a rumor, a rumor that circulated only among a very few people, or rather, among their own Imperial Guards.

That is, His Majesty possesses a destructive and all-consuming side, which is the side that belongs to the Dark King.

Each living saint may represent one aspect of the emperor, but the being before me seems to represent the darkest and deepest aspect of the emperor.

"Living Saint Elena, what are you fighting for?"

"For His Majesty's sake, burn all heretics throughout the world!!!"

Upon hearing the Imperial Guard's words, Elena responded without hesitation.

Elena was unaware of the Imperial Guard's reaction ever since she received the gift of that drop of golden blood.

Elena will annihilate all heretics in the galaxy, that is, chaos, with the most magnificent FANGFA.

"Let's go to Cardia."

Upon hearing this, the Imperial Guard nodded, then he remembered the orders he had received.

"Follow Saint Celestine to Cardia, and you will witness a legend."

"Yes."

Hearing this, Elena nodded, but for some reason, a shadow of gloom crossed her mind.

Although she could still pray to the emperor, somehow, that special connection had completely disappeared, and one person always appeared in her mind.

That's Alpharis, the veteran of ten thousand years, but calling him that isn't quite right.

To be precise, it should be the person who went into the lower nest with him to deceive that group of gene stealers. It seems that the figure under the golden light should be that person.

"I am the Emperor's daughter, the Battle Nun, and a living saint. I will incinerate all heretics in the galaxy for the Emperor's sake!!!"

Elena kept reminding herself of this, while the other battle nuns looked on with envy after hearing the news.

The Living Saint Celestine was the idol of all the battle nuns; after all, there were quite a few living saints who could be blessed by the Emperor's power.

But the only living saint who has been able to emerge from death time and time again and fight to this day is Celestine.

To be able to fight alongside such a being is the dream of every battle nun.

...........

At this moment, on the planetary orbit of the Garden World, Su Can also arrived in front of the weary Victor.

"This batch consists of 15 million people, and each one has undergone genetic and soul screening. However, just to be on the safe side, the great stone men will screen them again when they are transferred to the warship."

At this point, Victor looked at the two respectful people standing behind Su Can. These two were the space necromancers that Su Can had modified.

Currently, the only space necromancers under his command are those soulless necromancer warriors, and he has no way to restore their consciousness for the time being.

So now these are all his assistants, such as Zhenzhu, who has been appointed by Su Can as his chief steward.

In the future, she will basically be in charge of everything except herself. As for Su Can herself...

He had already planned to be a hands-off manager; in his eyes, everything else was just cattle and horses except for himself.

Moreover, now that he has unlocked the path of knowledge, he is very interested in exploring it. There are many excellent little inventions involved; after all, men always have things they enjoy.

"Yes, and these are all of relatively good quality. They're not the dregs from the lower nests or the bottom nests, so I paid a price to get them to come here."

At this point, Victor shrugged helplessly. If it were just scum from the bottom nest, he could handle it with just two apples.

"So I'll reimburse you for whatever you spent."

A box of apples.

"......"

Upon hearing this, Su Can couldn't help but cover his face. Although he knew that human life was cheap in Warhammer, and that this person even had some basic manners, it was still far too cheap.

What does it mean to have a box of apples? It's enough to shock this primitive man for a thousand years. This place truly lives up to its reputation as Daiying's. Everyone knows America is wicked, but in Daiying's presence, America is as pure as a little flower.

After thinking about this, Su Can looked at the square again.

The first batch of people, totaling 500,000, have been transported down and will undergo initial testing and thorough screening here.

Although it may be a bit slow, it is a necessary step for Su Can.

Now, when these people saw Su Can, a hint of fear and anticipation appeared in their eyes.

As mentioned earlier, Su Can needs workers, a large number of workers.

So Viktor followed the same path he had taken before and found an industrial world where production capacity was declining.

Their planetary governor is now overwhelmed by declining production capacity and tithes, while Victor's box of apples, if managed properly, could fetch a large sum of money.

These people were mostly workers and their children. They weren't very old; the oldest was only twenty-five or twenty-six.

Now, these people looked around with immense curiosity at everything: the bright sunshine, the azure sky, and the fresh air—experiences they had never felt before.

After all, this is a paradise world, and less than one in a billion people in Warhammer have ever seen a paradise world.

They originally thought that after being bought by the engine oil guy, they would be transformed into machine servants without their own thoughts.

So when they saw Su Can, everyone showed expressions of fear.

Because they feel they don't even deserve to breathe here; the fresh air they're breathing now is worth far more than their worth.

Of course, Su Can was unaware of all this, although he had been in this world for some time.

Yes, he's been to various levels of the Nest City quite a bit, but the problem is he's mostly doing missions and hasn't really interacted with these people.

Of course, the main reason for not communicating was that he couldn't do anything at that time, and he was still secretly developing.

So when Su Can saw a large group of emaciated people, he also felt a little uneasy. After all, many of the people he had faced before were either cunning cultists or those who had mutated to the point of being inhuman.

The former always exuded a frenzy that made him feel physically uncomfortable, while the latter were so bad that Su Can could no longer regard them as human beings.

But this kind of...

Thinking of this, Su Can walked to the front of the crowd. When they saw him approaching, the group of people immediately knelt down, and no one dared to even look at him.

This person, who could be treated with such courtesy by a noble fellow who was even more honorable than them, was someone they could not possibly approach. Even their planetary governor showed a slight tendency to fawn over this fellow.

So in their eyes, they don't know who the person in front of them is, but the one driving him is your Xunzong.

Of course, no one paid any attention to them, such as those very young children. Especially those children who looked all alone, without parents.

At this moment, Su Can walked over and picked up the nearest dirty little child, not caring that his own clothes were getting dirty.

"How old are you?"

However, Su Can quickly frowned; the child was too light.