Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

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"Answer me a question truthfully, and I may consider not killing you."

"what?"

Abraxas asked quickly.

"How did you corrupt the Archsage Corden Tertius?"

Abraxas's jade-like eyes moved, and the next second he saw the Emperor's Sword coming down again, and he said hurriedly:

"I didn't corrupt him! Don't slander someone out of thin air!! It was another demon! It was Carlos! Yes, yes, it must have been Carlos who did it!"

Noah ignored it because he already had the answer.

Abraxas was obviously lying to him.

But whether it was playing dumb or something else, Noah didn't care.

"Ahh-!"

The Emperor's sword pierced its arm, causing it to scream in pain, "You forced me to do this! He is..."

An invisible force strangled its throat, and it became stiff and unable to make a sound.

But its eyes were filled with more fear, which was far more terrifying than being killed by the cursed one's favorite.

why?

It wanted to ask this, but the Emperor's Sword pierced its body, and the flames burned the demon's dark and twisted body.

at this moment.

Its life is sublimated.

"what a pity."

Noah was amazed, and Abraxas was just one second away from shouting it out.

"Aren't you afraid that he will really shout it out?"

Noah walked to the portal and burned it with the flames of the Emperor's Sword.

Its circumference is getting smaller and smaller, and finally shrinking completely.

"Who would believe it?" asked the imperial guard.

Noah thought about it carefully and realized that it was true.

For the Four Gods, it was no secret that he was not dead, so what would it matter even if it was leaked?

Everyone knows that the demon Tzeentch never tells the truth, except for the time when he lied to the Thirteenth Prince.

Even if it shouts in public, others will just think it is biting randomly.

No one really believes in Tzeentch demons, right? No way?

Even if someone really suspects this, it doesn't matter. It's impossible for someone to lift the helmet of the imperial guard in public to see who he is, right?

At worst, I can just disappear for a while. Who would really dare to turn the palace upside down?

just.

Abraxas knew to use the name of the Custodes as a threat before dying, wouldn't Tzeentch take advantage of this?

The Imperial Guard seemed to see what he was thinking and explained:

"There is an agreement between them."

Agreement, what kind of PY deal have the Four Gods reached?

The Emperor naturally wanted to protect the Imperial Guards, but what did the Four Gods want?

Forget it, it doesn’t matter.

It has nothing to do with him anyway.

Noah looked to the other side of the battlefield. Sarpedon had already used the Spear of Soul to cleanly cut open the sarcophagus of the Fearless and pulled Daniast's broken and shrunken body out.

Chapter 155 Lupercal: Is this how you view my dad?

The trial is not over yet.

It was as if Daniyast's conspiracy, the opening of the warp gate, and the death of the demon prince were just an insignificant episode.

After Vladimir and the Imperial Fists' think tank had been staying in the restricted books section of the library for a month, he finally came out and restarted the stalled trial.

Representatives of the sub-group still remain here.

They shouldn't have wasted a month of precious time, which was enough time for them to save many worlds.

But they have to stay.

They need to get definitive answers.

Just like a month ago, Sarpedon stood in the center of the hall while the others were in the gallery, waiting for the verdict of the Soul Drinker.

Vladimir looked at Sarpedon and spoke slowly:

"Sarpedon, bring out the Spear of Soul."

Sarpedon silently took out the relic of the Chapter, which was a cylinder. When not activated, it was a black metal stick with smooth indentations on the surface.

All eyes are drawn to it.

This is a relic from the Great Crusade, and was the weapon used by the Primarch Rogal Dorn himself.

During the Second Founding, the Spear of Souls was bestowed upon the Soul Drinkers by the Primarch himself.

This is undoubtedly an honor that no other chapter has, and it is also the origin of the Soul Drinkers' pride!

If the Soul Drinkers were not the worthy descendants of Rogal Dorn, how could this artifact have been granted to them?

The Imperial Fists, and the other Sons of Dorne, are concerned with this very thing -

Was the Soul Drinkers' gene-seed different from theirs from the beginning, or was it that at some point in the intervening millennia, the Soul Drinkers were secretly replaced with the Betrayer's genes?

Everyone is waiting for an answer!

"Now, activate it," said Vladimir.

Sarpedon silently pressed his thumb to the indentation of the Soulspear, and a tiny laser pulse drew blood from the ceramsite of his glove.

The gene lock activated, and pure liquid black vortex blades extended from both ends.

Seeing this scene, Vladimir slowly spoke:

"You used this weapon to kill Daniyast a month ago?"

"Yes." Sarpedon nodded silently.

Vladimir's eyes swept across the representatives of the sub-groups, and he said loudly:

"The Soul Spear must be unlocked by the genes of the Primarch. Only the descendants of Rogal Dorn are qualified to use this artifact. Soul Drinker is the descendant of Rogal Dorn, there is no doubt about that!"

In the Imperial Fists' library.

Vladimir read almost all the records related to the Soul Drinkers, especially those before the Second Founding of the Army.

Vladimir did not find any reliable evidence in the relevant records.

There is only one comment on the Soul Drinker written on parchment by Rogal Dorn himself:

If they are pure, they are pure.

Vladimir didn't understand at first, but he soon figured out the reason.

"There is another possibility."

Lysander silently said in his mind: The Spear of Souls only responds to those with the Soul Drinker gene, so whoever created or discovered this artifact was not Rogal Dorn.

Facing Vladimir's verdict, there was a moment of silence in the hall, and Zachariah spoke first:

"Agree."

"..."

"Agree."

There was a moment of silence, and then one after another, all the sub-groups responded.

No one asked the question of gene-seed similarity anymore, for the answer was clear in their minds. Regardless of whose gene-seed they came from, the Soul Drinkers were all descendants of Rogal Dorn.

Since Vladimir dared to make such a claim, it meant that this was the instruction left by the Primarch Dorn.

To question the verdict is to question Rog Dorn!

All of these people are descendants of Rogal Dorn. Do you dare to question Rogal Dorn? Are you trying to kill yourself?

Even if they were the unworthy descendants of the Crimson Fist, they would not dare to be so arrogant.

As for the truth?

The truth is important, but they don't want to hear it right now.

If the Soul Drinkers' gene-seed cannot be traced back to Logan Dorn, then among the many chapters present, even including other chapters from the Second Founding, who can guarantee that their chapter's gene-seed is 100% derived from Logan Dorn himself?

It would be rude to ask again.

Vladimir looked at the person being interrogated and said slowly:

"Brother Sarpedon, thank you for all you have done for the Imperial Fists, and I apologize for my unwarranted suspicion of the Soul Drinker. If you have any requests, the Imperial Fists will do their best to compensate you."

Sarpedon knelt on one knee and said in a deep voice:

"I do not need any compensation, for I am the descendant of Rogal Dorn."

"Yes, you are our brother." Vladimir emphasized again.

Zechariah remained silent, and he felt fine with that.

With the 'Darkness of Dorne' of the Scoundrels, it can be proven that they are 100% descendants of Rogal Dorn, and in this respect they are even purer than the Imperial Fists.

Zechariah was actually secretly relieved that the soul drinker was able to clear his name.

This makes cooperation with the Soul Drinkers even more legitimate.

When he returns to Dagonus, he may have to take the initiative to speak.

For example, we need another 400 new recruits.

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"Leaving now?" asked the imperial guard.

"Why not keep it for the New Year?" Noah asked.

"It's not impossible."

The imperial guard nodded, "You can go to the palace to celebrate the New Year."

"Forget it."

Noah said, "The Emperor won't let me see him."

"what a pity."