The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Turning his gaze away from Kren, Sisina shook her head helplessly and said:

"Roheim, haven't you considered that since this person has a grudge against that... Viktor, isn't it dangerous for you to use his name? If I remember correctly, you said he's the ruler of Commorragh, which means he's definitely not a nobody."

Roheim grinned.

"Going there is about stirring up trouble. It's better if he doesn't know."

"Sending your good brother to take such a risk, it seems Soshjan doesn't value you that much."

"It's not like that. He asked me carefully, and I agreed myself. Besides, it's not like I haven't been there before."

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"What do you plan to do after you arrive?"

Roheim lightly waved his feather fan, wearing a confident expression, then scratched his butt and said:

"First, find a group of people, no, a group of Aeldari."

"What Aeldari?"

"They now worship something called the God of Death, so they're also called the Death Guard. First, find them, tell them we're here to help them, and then we'll make plans."

After listening, Sisina was silent for a moment, then softly said:

"Roheim, haven't you ever, even briefly, doubted Soshjan?"

"Doubt what?"

"That he might be a conspirator, wanting to overthrow the Imperium, wanting to become king, wanting to become... the ruler of both humans and Aeldari."

Roheim chuckled dryly, answering:

"Then tell me, if he really did that, would it be a good thing or a bad thing?"

"He can't possibly do that, absolutely impossible. All of humanity would stop him, oppose him."

"Since you're so sure this will never happen, what are you worried about?"

"But his actions might cause other disasters."

"You used to follow an Inquisitor, tell me, wouldn't the destruction of a dozen worlds in one go be considered a disaster?"

"Of course... You're being sophistical!"

Roheim shook his head helplessly.

"The Imperium has been in a state of disaster since the Emperor sat on the throne. I can't imagine a worse situation. Besides, if he really had the ambitions you say he does, he could do better, go further. You can doubt my brother's character, but don't doubt his ability and power."

"But he's violated almost all of the Imperium's rules, laws, and the oaths he took as an Astartes. Is the Emperor's teaching meaningless to you?"

"Little Na, the world I was born in didn't even have electricity. Everyone, from birth to death, used simple tools to work and live. Almost nothing about their lives or wars had anything to do with the Imperium. As for that Flying Spaghetti Monster religion, I'm not even sure if it's the state religion or some local shamanistic belief. We didn't know what was beyond the sky, didn't even know what the galaxy was. You might not even know, when I was a kid, I thought there were a bunch of immortal white-bearded old men living on the clouds. When the wind blew, it was them sneezing, when it rained, it was them drooling, and when it thundered, it was them banging their bowls."

While laughing, Roheim reached out and picked up Dogo's half-empty bottle of alcohol, pouring himself a cup.

"We never knew there was something called the Imperium until a spaceship came and took me away. But even so, my hometown still had nothing to do with the Imperium, it was still the same as it had been for thousands of years. No one came to collect taxes, no one came to build anything. What is technology? What is culture? Tell me, what reason do I have to be wholeheartedly loyal to the Imperium? Oh, of course, you can say the Imperium protects everyone, but ask yourself honestly, if my worthless hometown was really attacked, would the Imperium send a single soldier to help? Of course, I've always respected the Emperor, after all, he built such a great foundation, even sacrificing himself for a noble goal, that's what makes a great man. But I'm just not that sentimental. I only care about the people I care about. The people I knew in my hometown have long since died of old age. I only have my battle-brothers, my old buddies who I've been with for hundreds of years, and Kren and the others, that's all. So why should I care about the Imperium's rules? My brother can live however he wants, I'll always support him, it's that simple."

After finishing speaking, Roheim picked up a plate of Aeldari sweets from the side and handed it to her.

Sisina was silent for a moment, picked up a piece of cheese pastry, took a bite, chewed it a couple of times, then stuffed the whole thing into her mouth. After a long while, she lowered her head and laughed:

"The Inquisition often says that the most dangerous thing about Astartes is their brotherhood... I suddenly understand what that means. Forget it, I can't change anything by myself. I'm also grateful to you for letting me see such a wonderful side of the galaxy."

Saying that, she suddenly raised her head, looking at Roheim with a teasing look.

"Actually, I didn't need to come this time, right? I think your brother definitely wouldn't want an outsider to know so much about him. It must have been you who shamelessly insisted on coming. Why?"

"Uh... well, you know, I'm a bit rough, and Dogo and Kren are even rougher than me. This matter is quite complicated, so we need someone who's careful and quick-witted..."

Sisina smiled sweetly, smoothing the hair at her ear.

"Oh, thank you for thinking so highly of me."

At this moment, a cold mechanical voice came.

"Warning, several unidentified objects are detected approaching rapidly. Based on their speed, they are likely Dark Eldar raiders."

Roheim turned his head to look at the only machine responsible for the bridge's control. He didn't know how this thing got on the ship, but Soshjan told him before he left to just keep an eye on it, nothing else. At first, Loken thought it was an ordinary combat servitor, but when he was about to go up and install a portable speaker to play his favorite vulgar music, he almost got taken out by a punch.

Only then did they realize that this thing had self-awareness, which is the so-called Abominable Intelligence.

Although Loken wasn't a very competent Tech-Priest, he knew how dangerous this thing was, so he not only didn't get curious, but tried to stay as far away as possible. However, the thing was also honest, it just stayed on the bridge to take care of it.

"They're already here with a welcoming ceremony before we even arrive."

Roheim didn't panic, put down his cup, and shouted loudly:

"Boys! Get ready to drill!"

The Webway is a supernatural space, and navigating it is not an easy task. However, for the residents of Commorragh, this is just the most frequently traveled road outside their doorstep. They don't even need ships, their airships can travel freely within it.

"Boss, why is there an ape's ship in this Webway?"

"What's so strange about that? These inferior creatures often go through the wrong door. This shows that we're lucky, we've found money before we even started working. This is called a lucky start."

Drakhara Karoen of the Slicing Noose Kabal said, while sipping from his goblet. Around him were Trueborn warriors in dark purple armor, sitting together at a table at the front of the Raider, with slaves attentively serving them, several of whom held up a display screen showing the shape of a ship, the long hull and two circular engines on the left and right looking very strange.