The Emperor’s Angel of Death

“What a penny-pincher, even saving on a bed, sleeping on ropes.”

Rogzim couldn't help but click his tongue at this creature's defying-gravity balance, but Unbeaten was also his most satisfying companion because this guy was truly powerful, capable of dismembering a raging Ant-Bull in two seconds, something even a Space Marine would find difficult. Moreover, he could precisely cut open every joint and tendon of the Ant-Bull without damaging the bones, simply a first-class butcher!

“Commander Rogzim, the fan you requested is complete.”

Just as Rogzim finished his conversation with Unbeaten, a uniquely toned voice came. He turned his head and saw Afay, draped in a white robe, with an oval head and a single eye, and slender limbs, appearing before him, holding a large red fan in both hands.

Afay was from the Ulumeathic people. He wasn't originally called this name, but his original name was too long and difficult to pronounce, so Rogzim called him Afay based on his ability to fly.

As the most loyal vassal race to the Royal Court, the Ulumeathic people sent their most outstanding prince. Afay was a versatile individual, not only possessing miraculous flying skills—capable of defeating the agile Grotesque—but also a superb tactician, quick-witted and dexterous. He was the kind of existence Rogzim's team sorely lacked, so after getting to know him, he immediately became his chief strategist and tailor.

“Hmm, not bad, not bad, this craftsmanship.”

After Rogzim stood up straight, he gently fanned himself, took two steps with feigned elegance, and then shook his head and said:

“The divine and demonic realms are divided, human tribulations abound, benevolent laws descend like sweet rain, the sea of suffering reveals the Phoenix Lord—”

Having said that, he turned around very “gallantly,” covered his face horizontally with the fan, then slowly moved it away, winking at the stunned Afay:

“Does it look like him?”

“Ah.”

“Did I surprise you?”

“Uh.”

“Ough—”

A retching sound in the distance attracted Rogzim's attention. He turned his head and saw a huge figure wearing thick, dark green power armor. The figure was sitting on the steps, with a semi-circular helmet and a heavy, huge mace placed beside him, revealing only a snout with tusks and a furry head. After noticing Rogzim's gaze, a pair of small eyes immediately dodged away.

“Bajjer, do you have any dissatisfaction with me?”

“No, no.”

“Better not, or your rations will be halved!”

Hearing this, the other party's small ears drooped down.

Bajjer was from the Drachenian Guard Legion, one of the most elite Hammerers. His bare armor height exceeded three meters, and his height approached three and a half meters after wearing armor. His strength was also the most exaggerated Rogzim had ever seen, even Nanawe couldn't compare. He could easily overturn a tank with his bare hands. It could only be said that races that could still exist under the immense military threat of the Imperium had some ability.

The only problem was that Bajjer's appetite was extremely huge, even in the Drachenian society, which valued good food and eating a lot, he ate too much, almost the amount of three elite warriors, hence the nickname "Big Eater."

The opportunity to serve in the Royal Court this time was obtained by defeating dozens of competitors, because the Drachenians all said that there was endless food in the Royal Court—especially after the Royal Court provided the Drachenians with some advanced agricultural technology, crops, and livestock, they had a deeper yearning for the Aeldari cuisine.

However, he didn't expect that he wouldn't actually be able to serve the Royal Court, but was sent to a special team, but the food here was not bad, after all, the leader was a cook.

Although this cook was very strange and extremely narcissistic, Bajjer could only endure it for the sake of this Ant-Bull meat super burrito.

“Why is it so noisy as soon as I arrive? Is Dogo drunk again?”

Accompanied by the opening of the cabin door, a crisp voice sounded. Seesna walked in while tidying her hair. Today, she was wearing an armed suit, looking very heroic.

“You're awake, I thought you'd sleep for half a day.”

Seesna shook her head, poured a glass of water from the automatic water dispenser, and drank half of it.

“I didn't expect the Aeldari wine to have such a strong after-effect. I knew I shouldn't have been greedy.”

After speaking, she sat on the chair near the navigation instruments, supporting her forehead with her hand, seemingly struggling to escape from the mire of a hangover.

In fact, Seesna herself didn't like to drink, but on the one hand, she, a native of Terra, had never tasted the fine wine of the Aeldari, and on the other hand, the shocks from all sides these days were too strong, almost subverting her entire worldview.

As early as when she came to the Naysun star system with Rogzim, Seesna felt the abnormality of the Star Phantoms Chapter. Subsequently, as time went on, partly due to her own understanding and partly due to Rogzim's private disclosure, she finally knew that this chapter, which was already well-known in the Imperium, did not originate from any loyal founding chapter, but was the Eleventh Legion that had its name erased.

Seesna had been curious about one thing since she was a child. When she learned about the history of the Imperium and the history of the Astartes Legions, she wondered why there were only 18 recorded legions when there were 20 numbered legions. Later, after entering the Inquisition, she realized that this was an extremely dangerous curiosity, because two legions were completely removed by the Emperor, and all records and names were erased. Even the legions that participated in the Great Heresy did not receive such treatment.

Although there were no more inquiries, curiosity always existed. Occasionally, Seesna would think, what kind of mistake would it take to make the Emperor take such a heavy hand?

Now she knew.

Or rather, she guessed.

What was even more outrageous was that this legion was rapidly recovering. The Star Phantoms had long exceeded their authorized strength, and the White Templars were also members of the Eleventh Legion. No wonder she used to wonder why these two chapters always seemed to act together. Currently, the number of people in this removed legion was likely to exceed five thousand!

What kind of number was this? According to the Inquisition's investigation, Huron the Tyrant of Badab had only about five thousand Space Marines, including his allies, at the peak of his rebellion.

In other words, if this Eleventh Legion were to act up, the Imperium would immediately face the next Badab War, or perhaps even more arduous, because Huron's allies gradually disintegrated in subsequent operations, while Soshyan's five thousand men were his real subordinates. If the Alliance of the Wretched were included, the entire force could soar to nearly ten thousand!

Once ten thousand Space Marines launched an attack, based on Seesna's current understanding of the Imperium, the High Lords should have no choice but to compromise, unless they wanted to abandon many war zones and concentrate their forces and more than ten full-strength Astartes Chapters at all costs.