Chapter 122: Concealing the Truth (Bonus chapter)

Chapter 122: Concealing the Truth (Bonus chapter)

However, Kairos, after gaining the ability to see the future, had spoken no small amount of nonsense.

Even Tzeentch could not distinguish the truth within it.

But regardless of which of Kairos's statements were true, it was enough for Tzeentch to elevate the Koronus Expanse, which he had previously paid no mind, in his level of concern.

And it wasn't just Kairos's prophecy. He also sensed the unusual movements of Vashtorr, this lesser Chaos God; the other party had even been inexplicably weakened.

He and his "dark grease-monkeys" should have been at full capacity forging weapons for the attack on Cadia.

Vashtorr's role on the side of Chaos was like that of an arms dealer, constantly seeking a real opportunity to ascend to godhood.

But now, He had projected a portion of His power into the Calixis Sector and was even trying to enter the Expanse, searching for something.

All sorts of anomalies made Tzeentch begin to issue oracles to his followers hidden in the shadows, having his mortal cultists help him find the truth he wanted to know.

Even the renegades who believed in him began to take action.

Slaanesh and Nurgle also made their own deployments. They too could clearly sense Khorne's power among the gods.

And they were also curious about the existence that could enrage Khorne to this level, though their efforts were not as great as Tzeentch's.

The moment he unleashed Doom, Lucan also knew he would definitely be targeted by a host of Chaos Gods.

And this was something that would happen sooner or later if he wanted to grow stronger; it could only be delayed, not avoided.

And to improve his ability to protect himself, Lucan could only grasp even tighter onto developing his Dynasty's power.

The pace of peaceful development was simply too slow… Pondering the situation in his mind, Lucan had a relatively extreme idea.

Without the threat of daemons, although the number of enemies was still large and spread throughout the world, the remaining enemies were just mortal traitors. And the loyalists, who had suffered considerable casualties when facing the daemons, now vented their anger on these mortal traitors.

Without the help of daemons and without a unified command, their resistance seemed fragile. No matter how elite your equipment, it couldn't match the advantage brought by combat suits.

"Lord Lucan… who was that warrior just now?"

Harald walked to Lucan's side with lingering fear and asked.

At this moment, Harald's attitude towards Lucan was even more friendly. The Space Wolves were indeed savage, but at the same time, they respected warriors who fought alongside them, not to mention that the strength displayed by the other party even surpassed his own.

And DOOM, this being that could casually ravage a Greater Daemon, made them feel a deep sense of yearning.

And those Night Sentinels he had once trained wore armor identical to that man's.

Just how many trump cards was this Rogue Trader still hiding?

"Just a powerful warrior who has made it his mission to kill all daemons! Harald, call your wolf pack. We're preparing to withdraw!"

Facing the battle with the daemons, the Space Wolves had once again suffered casualties. Five Wolves were left here forever.

Even the Medics had no chance to save them.

Lucan also didn't know how to explain DOOM's existence.

As Khorne proactively closed the Warp portal, that skull mound also lost its function. Without the enhancement of Warp sorcery, it also turned into ordinary skulls and subsequently collapsed.

The surrounding Warp energy also faded considerably, but the corruption that the entire planet had suffered was still too severe.

There was no longer any possibility of purification and salvation.

Lucan began to gather the remaining troops and had all the soldiers and Tech-Priests collect the useful legacy of the Winterscale Dynasty as much as possible.

Then, Lucan used the vision of those StarCraft soldiers to check on the progress of Scyvilla and the others.

Scyvilla's group had already broken through the blockade of the few remaining defense forces and had reached the reactor.

However, what Scyvilla didn't discover was that the Raiders at the rear of his team were planting a large number of melta bombs on the elevator they had used on their way up.

Wolteng had never expected that the Inquisition could even obtain this intelligence, so the defensive forces deployed were not many.

The two Tech-Priests from the Cult of the Holy Machine sent by Lucan had already begun the final effort to overload the reactor before them.

The overloaded state put this massive reactor constantly on the verge of explosion.

Rampant plasma flowed down the energy conduits straight to the planet's core!

And Scyvilla and the others had no idea what was happening in the uphive at this time.

They only discovered that the Khornate daemons along the way had all disappeared, leaving only mortal traitors.

These enemies were not enough to pose a threat to a powerful Inquisitor.

However, Scyvilla and the psykers beside him had all felt the impact on the surrounding Warp from the opening of the portal connecting to Khorne's domain and the appearance of Skarbrand.

This terrifying pressure shook everyone.

This made them unable to help but speed up. At that time, they even thought this planet had been completely transformed.

Lucan knew that under the current circumstances, leaving just one contingent was actually enough; there was no need for Scyvilla and Aspice to stay there and sacrifice themselves. But Lucan still decided to conceal the actual situation.

If they died here, it would be beneficial to the Mongorte Dynasty.

Even though they originally didn't have to die…

The power vacuum would allow Lucan to expand more rapidly.

Once Scyvilla died here, the Imperium would not have the spare forces to station a new Lord Inquisitor in the Expanse, and Scyvilla's confidants had almost all died in this Chaos attack.

The Inquisition was ultimately an important factor limiting Lucan; after all, these individuals saw heresy in everything.

Even though Lucan had the title of a Living Saint, he was still an object of their supervision.

Directly winning over a Lord Inquisitor was too difficult, and the hardest part was making the other party willing to help him.

But there was nothing more to be said. This was their duty; it just happened to conflict with Lucan's interests.

Perhaps this time, with the prestige accumulated from resolving the Winterscale Dynasty crisis, Lucan could push Ian to a higher position.

He didn't expect him to become a Lord Inquisitor, but entering the core of the Inquisition's power and becoming a High Inquisitor was perhaps something he could try for.

This would also facilitate Lucan's subsequent development.

And for the upcoming support for the Imperial heartland, the forces of the Expanse also needed a leader.

Caligos was killed, Aspice was martyred, and the Lord Inquisitor's soul returned to the Golden Throne.

Rather than letting someone else do it, Lucan preferred to do it himself.

This way, he could legitimately integrate more forces and also draw more resources to strengthen his own Dynasty.

"Soldier! Can you contact your lord! I need to know what exactly happened up there!"

Scyvilla looked at the Raiders who had escorted them all the way down.

The calming of the Warp made Scyvilla think that perhaps Lucan had really resolved the Chaos invasion.

Although he was prepared for sacrifice, it didn't mean he actually wanted to die.

"Communication is blocked, Inquisitor. Please continue with your plan. We will protect you here!"

And Aspice, at his side, shouted somewhat madly, "Inquisitor! What are we still waiting for! Completely detonate the plasma engine here! Destroy this blasphemous world!"

"Calm down, Aspice!"

Scyvilla was getting more and more fed up with this madwoman, Aspice!

Scyvilla looked at the surrounding soldiers. He felt something was not right.

Not many of his own Inquisitors and Kourda Dynasty soldiers were left; most were soldiers of the Mongorte Dynasty.

And these soldiers now seemed to vaguely have a tendency to block their way out…

"Not right… this isn't right!"

Scyvilla looked again at the Tech-Priests operating the Cogitator. This group of Tech-Priests belonging to the Mongorte Dynasty was still carrying out the overload command.

Didn't they say communication was blocked?

Would they try to blow up the entire planet without knowing if their own Rogue Trader had left?

This was absolutely impossible!

(End of Chapter)

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