Chapter 391: Kill the Troublemakers First
The Knight slowly retreated amidst the cheers.
He bid farewell to Arabella, exchanged a few pleasantries with many educators, and then stepped onto the space elevator.
On the way back to the garrison, Arthur passed an area that had just been cleared by armed forces.
Before him, the burning flames had been extinguished, leaving scorched wreckage. Outside, a group of men, women, and children from other star systems seeking refuge were crying, clutching the belongings of their deceased relatives.
Arthur watched quietly from the edge of the corridor. This scene made the fervent and stable academy on the planet's surface seem like an illusion, like destruction and death pulling one back to reality after the numbness of alcohol.
This was the status quo faced by the Dawnstar Sector. In a galaxy where human life was as cheap as grass, too many people had already lost their lives.
"Quick! Rescue team follow up, Hazmat unit seal off the area."
A team composed of Astartes and elite Tempestus Scions quickly entered the corridor.
"Mission priority: ensure sample collection and target location. Rescue team is responsible for rescuing refugees in the passage area. Reiterate: prioritize your own safety."
"Position one, enter the core area first. Position two, seal off the staff passage..."
Continuous orders were transmitted from the fully enclosed rebreathers to the ears of the soldiers, until even the Primarch's keen senses could no longer catch a trace. This team, mainly composed of gold and red, disappeared at the end.
They were all very young.
Arthur was lost in thought for a moment, then strode away.
He walked to the garrison of the Wardens of Steel, his gaze catching the newly carved dark patterns. Further away, about a dozen figures were gathered in front of the command platform.
Sensing Arthur's gaze, the leader raised his head slightly, revealing an equally young face under the hood.
The moment their eyes met, he placed his right hand on his chest in salute.
"My lord."
"Azrael."
Arthur nodded.
"My lord."
Everyone around him thumped their chests in salute.
Arthur returned the salute, then came to the head seat.
On the left were representatives of other armed forces, including Grey Knights, Custodians, and Sisters of Silence. On the right were various commanders of the Dark Angels.
Sammael and Gareth were absent. One was sent to a severely infected planet for purification operations with the Grey Knights, and the other took over the control of the plague within the Dawnstar System on the front line.
The rest did not wear ceremonial swords, ready to sortie at any time, showing the tension of the situation.
"How long will it take to deal with the plague?"
Arthur's gaze fell on the tactical table, displaying the five Segmentums of the galaxy.
Through independent channels, the Dark Angels could obtain general information on most areas of the galaxy. Various markers fell on the galaxy, and complex colored blocks identified the scope of various forces.
Including the activity areas of Craftworld Eldar, the Webway gates frequented by Drukhari, the planets with World Spirits, the Tomb Worlds of Necron Dynasties, and the invasion areas of Tyranid Hive Fleets.
As the area occupying the largest territory, the dark green of Orks almost covered the entire galaxy.
It seemed the warp gods of the Orks couldn't sit still either. After all, with the galaxy becoming so WAAAGH!, they wouldn't give up this feast.
Arthur pondered slightly, thinking that this force of theirs could not be delayed any longer.
"Within the system is complete, research team on standby."
Azrael quickly pulled up the detailed report and reported swiftly.
Nurgle had invested heavily. Since warp infection didn't work in the Dawnstar System within Arthur's influence range, He created regular infectious diseases. A series of complex infectious diseases tortured the medical department of Dawnstar to death.
Fortunately, with the technical support of the Dark Angels, the situation was currently stable.
Based on certain historical legacy issues, Dark Angels were basically all Apothecaries per capita, which gave them considerable ability in anti-epidemic work.
"..."
Arthur nodded silently.
It was a good thing they had spent thirty years recovering some scientific research capabilities in various categories of the Imperium; otherwise, it would have been difficult to deal with these waves of epidemics, and they wouldn't have had to gamble their lives with the Mechanicus Magos Biologis.
Then he looked at the Grey Knights and asked.
"Found the target?"
"Weeping Plague, Pox, Dengue Fever."
Kaldor Draigo of the Grey Knights 3rd Brotherhood replied immediately: "Lord Karna has completed the inspection within the sector, and the Watcher Brotherhood has also confirmed the Nurgle marks."
"They mainly rely on harsh living conditions in war zones to complete infection and incubation, and then infect mortals with unstable faith during the placement of soldiers. Only isolated cases were found in the Sororitas and Ecclesiarchy systems."
"Currently, under the leadership of Lord Ramesses, after multiple investigations, the relevant Greater Daemon shows obvious signs of activity in the warp with a huge range of influence. It can be confirmed that it is not inside Nurgle's Manse. After all, the contraction and expansion of the Chaos Gods' domains are directly related to their influence on realspace."
Around the Lord of Knights, there was no need to use those obscure references and be scolded as riddlers. After all, the stable veil could even shield soul fluctuations; even Grey Knights found it difficult to perceive their own souls under the influence.
Previously, when communicating with Grey Knights returning from the plague core, some new Dark Angels were actually worried about this contact with psykers being assassinated.
Draigo subconsciously shrugged, thinking they should look at what kind of strength this Prince had; was he a target that could be assassinated?
"...Then it will be soon."
Arthur narrowed his eyes, like a dangerous dragon.
The war machine forged early on was stuck and couldn't start. When facing distress signals from various sectors one after another while being unable to help, anyone would feel aggrieved by the status quo and wish to chop those vines and rotten wood jamming the gears into dust.
Things had changed fundamentally. This interference, which could be completely called 'playing dirty', made secondary goals unreachable.
The Grey Knight, almost accustomed to having a golden light in his face, was in a trance again.
"My lord!"
Draigo said hurriedly.
This period was simply the happiest time for the Grey Knights.
The Emperor became increasingly active around the Dawnbreakers, and His response to them became clearer. Even the Adeptus Custodes, who were almost insulated from the warp, could often receive dreams from the Emperor.
As soon as that magnificent figure spoke, He scolded these great masterpieces He regarded as the future of humanity, telling them to turn their attention to the outside world and participate in the construction of the Imperium, instead of guarding the broken Golden Throne all day long.
In fact, at this stage in 40k, whether the Emperor wanted to get off that throne depended entirely on Himself. Even wanting to reach Him alive depended on His attitude; otherwise, one would be burned to ash the moment they entered the core area of the Palace.
This also increased the number of Grey Knights and Custodians active in the Dawnstar Sector. The existence of Custodians further stabilized the political ecology of the Dawnstar Sector and improved government efficiency.
And these lucky ones also made their colleagues still conducting almost endless mine-clearing work on Terra and surrounding sectors envious.
"I know."
Arthur took a deep breath, knowing what Draigo was going to say before he even opened his mouth.
The Emperor was also a character. As the safety net, how could He rashly drill into the domain of an Evil God? Where was the reckless energy of using psychic power when indecisive in the past?
"I'm not going."
After all, having a mouth, he replied simply.
The golden light that almost covered Draigo's vision quickly faded.
"..."
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