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Archbishop Frekber knelt completely.

The forces of the Third Diocese could no longer protect him, the remaining warriors all regarded him as a heretic, and now even his route of retreat had been cut off.

Aside from surrendering, he had no other option.

This archbishop, the Great Preacher, treasured his own life deeply, and understood the ways of the Imperium even better.

Through the information he had observed during this period, he could roughly guess what had happened.

Without that ability, how could he possibly have eliminated his rivals in the dark age of the Great Rift and held the turbulent Third Diocese firmly under his rule?

"Emperor of Mankind...

"I wonder which High Lord seized supreme power in the struggles on Holy Terra, and even came to command mighty Psyker Power and sorcery."

Frekber pondered.

He knew that Holy Terra must have undergone a drastic upheaval, and that its influence had spread to the Third Diocese.

That mysterious Emperor of Mankind had already come to his door and taken control of The Cathedral's situation.

Faced with that force and slaughter, he had to submit and provide value.

If that mysterious Emperor of Mankind truly controlled the heretical golden Genestealers and had protected the Rift Lords Chapter from the crusaders, then the other party must care very much about The Emperor, and about people's value.

Of course, that was only a guess, but it was also his only possible chance to survive. He had to seize it tightly!

That was why Frekber's surrender was so decisive and resolute. As long as he lived, there would still be a chance to rise again.

He knelt humbly on the jeweled floor tiles, displaying piety and helplessness, like a harmless old preacher.

The archbishop slowly turned to face the Damned