The Emperor’s Angel of Death

“I didn’t expect the Natesan system to hide these things. Is this really the homeworld of an Astartes Chapter? Greenskins, dwarfs, Hrud… It looks more like a xenos nest! Are the eyes of the Imperium’s Inquisitors blind?”

Aedolon, aboard a battered cruiser of the Third Legion, was receiving treatment from an apothecary while angrily speaking to Lucius, who was staring blankly at the Blade of Laer not far away.

“You felt it, right? That power. I need to talk to the Primarch about it.”

Lucius didn't even turn his head, simply saying,

“That’s your business. I have other things to do.”

“The losses this time were so great...”

Aedolon looked at the rows of scarlet numbers on the screen. The fleet sent to attack Natesan V was basically annihilated. Originally, they thought of having the Fourteenth Legion's fleet hold back the enemy's firepower, and then they would snatch victory from the jaws of defeat, but he didn't expect this result.

The defensive strength hidden in the Natesan system was far greater than he had anticipated. When he fled Natesan V in disgrace, only two strike cruisers survived. Now they could only rendezvous with the forces intercepting the Eldar fleet on the periphery. Anyway, the Fourteenth Legion had gone all out this time, attacking both Natesan and Brakato at the same time. The Eldar ships should be dealing with them.

“.Fabius, that bastard, I don't know where he ran off to. Everyone talks so beautifully, but when it comes to contributing, they play dead. The entire legion is a mess, how am I supposed to make plans!?”

Aedolon’s complaints did not attract any attention from Lucius. He didn't even care about the other party's sarcasm. Instead, he sneered and put away the Blade of Laer.

At this moment, a tense voice suddenly came from the communicator.

“Master, we are rendezvousing with the escort fleet.”

“Connect me to the Dark Poet.”

“Yes.”

Soon, a distorted voice rang out.

“Chief Lord Commander, we did not encounter the Aeldari fleet. They do not seem to have any intention of reinforcing the Natesan system.”

“Oh?”

Aedolon encountered another unexpected situation. He touched his chin and said,

“Do they think the Fourteenth Legion's fleet is more of a threat? But I remember Typhus said he would only send a small fleet. Or is it that the Eldar don’t want to care about the humans at all? That’s interesting. Does Sochysan have a conflict with his Eldar concubine? Or can he no longer control that court?”

Suddenly, the bridge shook violently, followed by a series of alarms.

Aedolon stood up quickly.

“What!”

“Master! Eldar fleet! A very large number!”

At this time, a roar of rage mixed with surprise also came from the Dark Poet.

“Where did these Eldar come from! Damn it! What is that! Why is it behind us——”

Before he could finish speaking, only a burst of turbulent noise remained in the speaker.

“The Dark Poet has been destroyed!”

Looking at the huge Void Kraken appearing on the screen, Aedolon was dumbfounded. Lucius also frowned not far away.

“So they were waiting for us all along...”

“No, no!”

On the other side, in the kitchen of the Chapter Monastery, which was still in a state of war, Dogo waved his hands and strode away, trying to get rid of the person behind him, but Rozim quickly appeared in front of him, bent over, clasped his hands together, and said with a humble expression:

“My tall Dogo brother, only you can save me now.”

“Those are my business capital! I’ve been wandering around with you for so many years and haven’t gotten anything. I finally saved these up.”

“Borrow, just borrow it, it’s not like I won’t pay it back.”

“What are you going to pay back with? Who told you to act like a saint when you left Alligator City and give all the money you managed to get to the poor? Otherwise, would you be in this situation?”

Rozim really had no choice now. He had just secretly transported all the cheese in the warehouse to the Hrud, and then Luco came to take over the command of the monastery. This was actually nothing, the key was that he had emptied the entire cheese stock of the Chapter Monastery Fortress, and the purpose could not be explained to outsiders. This thing was also a relatively expensive daily food, because the Chapter used special-grade cheese during important celebrations and weekly extra meals, and it was often used in the Astartes restaurant. The servant restaurant would also have a little from time to time. This fifty tons was basically a year's worth. Now that Rozim had emptied it all at once, it would be fine for a day or two, but after a long time, those people would definitely be suspicious if they couldn't eat cheese. After all, Rozim had really secretly misappropriated the Chapter's food expenses. If this matter was exposed, although Luco might not do anything to him, this person was not familiar with Rozim. The best case would be to detain him and wait for Sochysan to come back to deal with it.

And no one could say when Sochysan would come back. If the six or seven-year war didn't end, then he would have to be detained for six or seven years, which was no different from being in prison.

In this case, Rozim could only plug the hole as soon as possible, but special-grade cheese was not cheap. He had to specifically go to a high-end food trading company to purchase it. Taking the Gant cheese, which was produced on the nearest agricultural world Gant VI and was the most stocked in the Chapter's original inventory, as an example, the current market price on Natesan IV was 10,250 Thrones per kilogram. If it was fifty tons, it would require 512.5 million Thrones.

What was the concept of this number?

Rozim, as a Chapter's special-grade servant, had a monthly allowance and various subsidies totaling about 13,000 Thrones, while a common third-level civil servant on Natesan IV had a monthly salary of 3,500 Thrones.

Although he was the head of the restaurant, the funds he could handle each month were basically tens of millions, but in reality, most of the funds were closely monitored and regularly counted, so he couldn't easily get his hands on them. Although he had made a lot of assets in Alligator City, in the end, except for some jewelry and clothing that Sisna took away, he gave most of the wealth to the poor.

So, facing this severe “patching the sky” plan, the only person he could turn to was Dogo, because this dwarf had recently sold a bunch of automatic turrets and a lot of equipment to the Chapter, and should have a fund of one or two hundred million in his hands. Rozim would then borrow a little from the other people in the Chapter, put together about 300 million, buy a batch of high-end cheese, and then buy a large batch of low-end, inferior cheese, and he should be able to get away with it.

“Hey, fatty.”

Suddenly, a lazy, sticky voice rang out. At first, Rozim didn't pay much attention and continued to pester Dogo, but when Chuanquelo, who was washing the bucket, heard this voice, he jumped directly into the bucket and turned the bucket over.

“Fatty~”

Dogo also noticed, and then patted Rozim's hand.

“Hey, that cat thing is calling you.”

“Ah?”

Rozim turned around and saw a fat cat with fluffy orange fur lying lazily on the cupboard, its tail swaying. The cat's face had a very human-like contempt.

“Why are you here? Aren't you...”

“I can come whenever I want, but you still have a few tricks up your sleeve. You can actually block the servants of Slaanesh.”

The Imperial Cat Garfield looked at Rozim with a smile, then stroked his whiskers with his paw and said slowly:

“Her Majesty wants you to go to the court. Clean up and prepare to go. Get on your broken ship.”

“Ah? Her Majesty...”

“What are you pretending for? Shouldn't you have known this already?”

Rozim scratched his face with his hand.

“But I have some trouble now.”

“Hmph, hmph, hmph.”

Garfield flicked his tail hard. With a flash of psychic energy, several huge metal briefcases appeared on the cutting board. Rozim walked over and opened them, and inside were neatly stacked Thrones!

“This——”

Rozim's eyes widened, then he looked up.

“Is this real?”

“I have no interest in specially forging ape bark. Her Highness left a lot of it in the treasury of the court to gather dust, saying it was a special activity fund, but the Golden Feather Guards rarely use it... Take it to solve your problems, and then set off quickly.”

“Okay!”

Rozim was immediately energetic and called out to the others.

“Quickly take the boxes, I'll contact the Chamber of Commerce, let's get things done right away!”