Stars for the good Warhammer.

Chapter 79 Baal’s Sky

The other party's words successfully aroused Otto's interest.

"You mean, you once saw a fantasy?"

As he spoke, he took a few steps closer to the girl who was chattering away.

However, just as he was about to reach him, a cold chill suddenly swept through Otto's body without any warning.

This made him stop involuntarily and began to examine the seemingly harmless little girl in front of him with a serious expression.

Otto knew that whenever this feeling appeared, it meant that there was the influence of subspace power nearby.

Perhaps sensing the subtle changes in body temperature and blood flow rate, the nanoclusters attached to Otto's skin responded. Some of the guards behind him noticed that there seemed to be a faint silvery white substance floating in the air around the Governor. Particles.

To put it simply, those particles are Gray Feng. In this way, he can wear Xiao Hui on his body and take her with him without anyone noticing.

Although it sounds strange, this can undoubtedly make a big difference in critical moments.

At this moment, after hearing the name Otto, Gerald, who had beard stained with bean foam, seemed to have thought of something.

The next second, he suddenly slapped his head, with an expression on his face that something was wrong, and then he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the girl back. The girl looked very nervous and in a hurry. It was as if he wanted to shove the little girl covered in dirt back into the ground.

"Sir! Don't pay attention to this lunatic. I swear she has always been so nagging."

While speaking, Gerald did not forget to wink at the big man next to him who looked like he was demented, and said in a voice that was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

"This is the Governor, you know what I mean, my ancestor! If he gets upset, we will all die!"

Who would have thought that after hearing this, the big man who seemed to be an Ogryn suddenly clapped his hands excitedly and said.

"I know! I know! The Governor is the biggest and strongest waaghboss here!"

For a moment, the atmosphere at the scene became a little strange.

Otto noticed that the veteran was stunned. The corners of his mouth were twitching and he was looking at the Ogryn beside him. His face was uglier than that of a dead man.

Not long after, after a brief understanding, Otto finally learned the identities of the three people as he wished. Coincidentally, they were teammates of the pilgrim Maldo, an Astra Militarum gunner, an Ogryn bodyguard and An illegal psyker claiming to be legitimate.

When he first learned about the magical professional composition of this team, the first thing that flashed through Otto's mind was
  undercurrent! start up!
  What surprised him even more was the veteran from the 13th Consqueit Guards Regiment. The moment he heard this unit number, Otto couldn't help but start to doubt the reason why he was afraid of time travel. Isn’t it also related to someone’s great lack of virtue?

Just when Otto once again asked the psyker named Loli a question, wanting to know more about the specific content of the black fleet.

The psyker responded this way.

"I don't know what that really means."

"But since a few weeks ago, a voice has been repeating the name Otto in my ears."

The psyker's words made Otto think.

A few weeks ago? If I am correct, I should have just entered this universe at that time.

"I could feel that voice wanting help, He had called Himself."

The girl hesitated for a moment, and then said with some uncertainty.

"insect?"

Not long after, seeing that it was getting late, Otto ended the conversation with the psyker.

According to Loli, the girl suddenly gained the power to manipulate psychic powers not long after she arrived in Haven. This power helped her escape the pursuit of underground gangs at critical moments, but since then, Her mind is often filled with a lot of noisy voices, sometimes accompanied by hallucinations that cannot be eliminated.

However, the one that impressed her the most was a giant insect swimming in the dream. What the other party kept repeating was the name of her new governor.

insect.

Otto couldn't think of anything else besides the Worm of Time.
  Perhaps it was her appearance that caused some kind of error in the etheric phase engine, which ultimately led to the current situation.

Of course, now this is just a conjecture without actual evidence. But as the psyker just mentioned, the insects are looking for help.
  What does it mean?

Soon, under the leadership of the previous camp leader, Otto came to a crowded gathering place.

After seeing the scenery in front of him clearly, for a moment he felt his eyes go dark.
  In the middle of the venue where hundreds of people gathered, a young man in shabby clothes but full of energy was standing on a makeshift podium, speaking to everyone in the audience with a loud and passionate voice.

"It was that adult who brought you warmth! He saved you from hunger and cold! He brought you hope!"

"I saw it with my own eyes! He is the messenger of the God Emperor! He is the saint appointed by the God Emperor!"

"His strength and faith can even transcend the boundaries of life and death!"

Seeing the refugees from other imperial worlds praying devoutly around him, Otto, who was at the end of the team, felt ashamed.

I'm not. I don't.
  As expected, the young man on the stage was Mardo, the original pilgrim who forcibly fought his way through the plague zombies.

It seems that he is the spreader of rumors in the lower and middle nests.

Otto really couldn't figure out what made the other party look like this.
  However, just when he was about to step forward to stop the other party from continuing to "confuse the public" with his evil words.

Mardo's next words suddenly made him freeze in place.

"He is the son of the stars!"

"What flows in his soul is the light of the stars!"

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  the other side.

In the extreme star field, on Baal, the home world of the Blood Angels.

As the Thunderhawk gunships took off and landed, a large number of Space Marine battle groups with different flags were gathering in the monastery of the Blood Angels and the territory of Angel Castle, like a grand rally.

Flags of various colors were flying in the dust raised from the ground. Under the vicious light of the stars, the golden tower of the monastery in the distance was shining brightly.

On the terrace of Angel Castle, a veteran with white hair and an unusually old appearance was silently watching the battle brothers gathered in the square.

These are the descendants of the Blood Angels who responded to the call and came to defend their homeland together.

According to statistics, the final number of descendants gathered may reach more than 20,000. Except for the Lamenters Chapter, almost all the descendants of Sanguinius have gathered in the sacred home of their genetic father. Even those sub-groups defined as traitors by the Terran government came to support Baal when they learned that he was in trouble.

Tens of thousands of Astartes stand together for the same goal, and I am afraid that only the legendary and glorious Legion Era can compare with it.

However, the enemy these descendants will face is the more powerful and vast Tyranids swarm.
  This is bound to be a costly battle
  Not long after, a battle brother wearing crimson power armor came to make a report.

"Sir, the fleet is currently following your instructions to execute an extermination order on the worlds on the path of the swarm. This should be able to slow down the pace of those alien creatures."

"What should we do next?"

Hearing this, the veteran turned his head. Thousands of years had left obvious traces of aging on his body.

Even the superhuman body of the Astartes obviously cannot escape the erosion of time.

"Inform the slaves of the battle group to take out all the wine stored in the monastery. Tonight we will entertain our brothers who have come from afar with a fabulous banquet!"

There was firm emotion in this slightly aged voice.

"As you wish, Lord Dante."

Soon, he looked at the other person's retreating figure.

The veteran turned around again and looked outside the monastery. After taking a deep breath, he murmured to himself.

"I hope that after the war is over, the sky over Baal will remain the same as before."

(End of this chapter)