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Chapter 302: Holy War Heritage (4K)

the other side.

Haven.

[Ideal City] In the administrative hive on the 27th underground floor, in a hall that cannot be scanned by detection devices.

When a familiar figure appeared outside the door following Otto, the merchant Abelard suddenly caught a glimpse of a trace of childlike weakness and excitement on the face of the Primarch.

Under the gaze of the Honor Guard, the Primarch wearing the Armor of Destiny first took a step forward. After carefully confirming the appearance of the old woman, his originally slow pace gradually turned into a jog, and in front of everyone, he called out the name that he had recited countless times in his dreams.

"Ms. Euton."

The old woman who followed Otto into the hall was Guilliman's adoptive mother. Long before he arrived in Haven on the Alliance's superluminal spacecraft, he had thought that this was just a despicable joke, but now the scene that had been played out over and over again in his memories had actually become a reality.

Looking at the tall Primarch in front of her, the spirited old woman in white Roman robe seemed very surprised. She raised her skinny fingers and stroked the Primarch's slightly sloppy face with a look of heartache before speaking the first sentence.

"You must be exhausted. You look so haggard, not like you before."

Faced with the woman's concern, an indescribable complex emotion began to emerge in Guilliman's heart, and misty tears welled up in his eyes.

"This is in front of everyone. The Primarch should behave like a Primarch."

But facing the woman's accusations, Guilliman, as the regent of the empire, acted like a child and behaved unpredictably.

"Even a powerful Primarch needs the company of his mother. You once told me that."

After saying this, the tall Primarch gently embraced the old man in front of him. This scene made the Ultramarines of the Honor Guard beside him wipe away their tears quietly. I believe this scene will remain in their hearts forever.

But while this touching reunion of mother and son was still going on, Abelard, a wandering merchant from the Solar Star Region in the crowd, kept his eyes on the silent Grey Wind in the distance and the mysterious Lord of the Alliance beside him.

At this moment, the two of them were whispering to each other like audience members watching a play, and then turned around and left the hall one after another. Naturally, that aroused Abelard's vigilance.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but taking advantage of the brief separation between the Primarch and Lady Euden, Abelard, the special envoy of the Human Empire, quickly stepped forward and called out to Guilliman, who was praising Lady Euden with the Terran senators like a proud boy, and then made a report.

"Lord Guilliman, according to the Alliance, they obtained Lady Euden, who was sealed in a multidimensional labyrinth, from a Necron Overlord."

The Undead Overlord mentioned by Abelard refers to Trazyn, who is known as the Thief Saint. During the great rebellion ten thousand years ago, he took Lady Euden into the labyrinth just before she was attacked. It was this unintentional act that accidentally led to the reunion of mother and son across ten thousand years.

However, as Abelard, who had traveled around the galaxy for many years and had dealt with various aliens, he obviously did not believe this statement. How could those Necrons agree to a deal with outsiders?

"But according to our investigation of the alliance during this period, they seem to have mastered very advanced cloning and bionic technology. For example, those elite genetically modified warriors are very likely mass-produced cloned puppets."

When he said this, Abelard couldn't help but cast his eyes on Ms. Euton, who was talking to the members of the Honor Guard. Obviously, he was trying to remind the Primarch that the other party was most likely just a clone controlled by the Alliance.

Unexpectedly, the original body's attitude towards suspicion was extremely firm, and the other party refuted in an unquestionable tone.

"She is Lady Euton, there is no mistaking that."

Shortly after he finished speaking, looking at the Alliance soldiers standing guard in the hall, Guilliman, who had regained his senses, did not really forget the mission he had given to Abelard.

"I want to know what you have heard here during this period of time? What is the purpose of the leader of the alliance?"

Hearing this, Abelard was silent and thought for a moment, and then told the other party everything he had seen and heard recently.

He gave a detailed report on everything from the current social life of the people in the alliance to the military and the construction of domestic facilities. During the report, he also emphasized the giant space building located in the center of the Haven galaxy.

"According to our understanding, it seems to be a giant dock. Once it is put into use, according to the Alliance's technological level, they will have a large fleet that is comparable to or even surpasses the Empire in a very short period of time."

"The Alliance wants to gain a certain degree of trade privileges from the Empire. They hope to obtain the right to purchase and dispose of rare minerals first, and require that the Alliance further increase the amount of minerals imported from the Empire. In exchange, the Alliance will be responsible for maintaining the stability of the Nakmond Corridor trade route and exporting more Star Technology products to the Empire."

"In addition, the woman named Grey Wind also mentioned that if we are willing to accept their conditions, the Alliance will increase the number of hyperlight engines from 10 per Terran month to 20, and the Chamuel factory will also share more advanced star technology with the Empire."

When he said this, the expression on Abelard's face looked particularly complicated, and it was obvious that he was full of anxiety about this matter.

"The Alliance is preparing for a war of unprecedented magnitude. Those who claim that an enemy far more terrible than Chaos will soon launch an attack on the galaxy."

Some enemy more terrible than Chaos?

Abelard's words made Guilliman tense up. As he continued to question him, he only heard the other party say two strange names: [The Rectification Protocol] and [Breaker].
According to Grey Wind, two enemies that have not yet fully emerged will launch a large-scale attack on the galaxy in the near future, and the threat they can cause will far exceed anything the human empire has ever known.

Therefore, in order to better deal with the upcoming crisis, the Alliance will assist the Empire in quelling the immediate threat as soon as possible in the coming period of time, and the Empire will provide the Alliance with all necessary assistance.

Listening to the subsequent reports from Abelard, Guilliman's mood was like riding a roller coaster as time went by. In his opinion, the conditions proposed by the Alliance were really too greedy.

In addition to various monopoly privileges in trade and taxation, the empire is also required to actively cooperate with the alliance's actions in military matters.

Wouldn't it be better to give up the position of regent and hand over the human empire directly to the Lord of Ashes?
However, just as Guilliman was still wondering what the intention of the Alliance Leader was.

Suddenly, the bright lights in the hall went out, and then the surrounding environment changed.

In just a blink of an eye, when the scene in front of them became bright again, everyone present was surprised to find that they had found themselves in the center of an unfamiliar battlefield, and not far away, tens of millions of terrifying iron men were walking quickly across a charred land.

War engines that were much taller than Titans easily annihilated the city. Strangely shaped mechanical fleets that were hundreds of kilometers long covered the sky without leaving even a glimmer of space. Intensive orbital bombardments slaughtered all living things on the ground.

The picture showed the scene of the army of rectification attacking human cities previously recorded in the multidimensional maze. After witnessing with his own eyes what a terrible enemy it was, perhaps this could help the Primarch make a better judgment.

Help them consider whether to further strengthen cooperation with the alliance
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At the same time, accompanied by Gray Wind, Otto, who had left the venue earlier on his own initiative, had arrived at the [Prayer Hall] of the mobile space capital [Throne of Holy Light] via a Gray Gu carrier-based aircraft.

The reason why Otto was in such a hurry to leave was mainly because of an exciting good news from Clara. As the door with a sense of religious ceremony in front of him slowly opened, in the sacred hall of holy light, girls wearing white dresses like religious saints were meditating around the crystal pillar in the center of the hall that sealed their souls.

They are the seventy-two "Hymn Girls" who have completed reincarnation with the help of the half-elven race and the guidance of their souls through the "Hymn Runes". These psychic girls who believe in the "Holy Light" and practice abstinence are the main members of the Alliance of Ashes.

In the game, this is a race that has made great achievements in technology and psychic power. Most of its members are iceberg-like beauties with silver eyes and white hair. Otto is an honest man. In fact, this is the main reason why he chose them as playable objects. As for the numerical bonus, it is completely secondary.
At the same time, due to the special educational concept of [Holy War Heritage], every hymn girl is not only a polymath but also a highly skilled paladin in martial arts and has considerable experience in war. She can be said to be both civil and military.

But this race also has a fatal flaw, that is, as a group of extreme ascetics who regard sex as a scourge, the population of the Hymn Girls has never been able to grow effectively.
Fortunately, after the joint research of Clara and William, the success rate of using the half-elven race to create hymn girls has been greatly improved. I believe that it won’t be long before those ancient souls sealed in the crystals can find their own suitable bodies.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, a leading girl slowly stood up. When they saw that the people coming were Otto and Gray Wind, the girls with silver pupils beside them stopped praying and turned their eyes to the newcomers one after another.

Soon, the girl wearing a crystal crown was the first to break the silence at the scene.

"Holy Father."

Holy Father, to be honest, Otto was not used to such a title. It sounded like an old charlatan, but the girl who called herself Alice liked to call herself that, as if she wanted to prove her piety.

Looking at the dazzling girls in front of him, each exuding a unique temperament, Otto couldn't help but feel fortunate at this moment. Fortunately, his experience as governor and the experience of fighting wits and courage with the Grey Wind Juicer for half a year have profoundly honed his state of mind.

Amid those admiring gazes, Otto tried hard to calm himself, then stood in front of them with as nonchalant an attitude as possible, trying hard to maintain his own image.

"How is it? Do you remember anything?"

In response to Otto's question, the girls in front of him fell silent. As a race that has a deep connection with psychic power and holy light, the hymn girls will not actually die.

When their bodies wither, their souls will return to the nearest [Holy Light Prayer Hall] and be sealed in the ancient holy light crystal. With the guidance of the holy light runes, they will have the opportunity to be resurrected again.

At the same time, these reincarnated people will retain a certain degree of memory during the process, and this is the main reason why they can become more and more courageous, just like the demons in the subspace.
"I'm very sorry, Holy Father. We have been asleep for too long. We can't remember anything except some messy fragments of memory."

Otto was not too surprised by Alice's words. After all, if calculated by time, some of them had been sleeping for nearly a million years.

"I don't mean to blame you. As I said not long ago, from today on, [Anthem Throne] will officially become a home that belongs only to the Anthem Girls. You can live and study freely here, and take on the task of educating the new girls. You have plenty of time."

When he said this, Otto glanced at Clara who was standing alone under the crystal. According to her description, in order to obtain a longer life, she voluntarily abandoned her physical body and lost the ability to sense the holy light. Therefore, Clara was often ostracized.

In order to change this situation, Otto spoke to the girls in front of him in a calm tone after a while.

"Clara will be in charge of your education from now on. She has contributed a lot to the alliance. I hope you can learn more about Clara's story, take her as an example, and learn from her spirit."

Hearing this, the girls in front of them nodded as if they understood.

Just as Otto was still thinking about what to say next, Grey Wind on the side suddenly stepped forward.

"The Primarch seems to have thought it through. He said that the Empire is willing to cooperate further, but some details of the regulations still need further discussion."

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"Also, there's news from Michael that the Cyberlux war machine activated by Gerard and his team has ended the battle. At the same time, their exploration fleet has approached the coordinates of the second Temple of Time. They will continue to look for ways to free the Time Worm and penetrate deeper into the subspace realm."

(End of this chapter)