Carcharodons: Sorry, He Offered Too Much!! Combined Chapter

The Warmaster slew the last Beastmen with his sword.

Then he looked up in the direction where Lucius was.

"Who do we have here? It's Lucius, the one selling hooks to Slaanesh! Instead of hiding in the Eye of Terror, you've come out to disgust people again, haven't you?!"

Lucius: "..."

What do you mean by selling hooks to Slaanesh?!

I am the Chosen of the Prince of Pleasure.

He is the most skilled swordsman in the Milky Way.

It is the embodiment of the art of killing, the eternal nightmare of the Milky Way.

How come in the mouths of you bastards it's become selling hooks?!

Didn't the Corpse Emperor teach you not to talk badly about others behind their backs?

"I hope your swordsmanship is as formidable as your venomous tongue."

Lucius's tone was venomous, his eyes fixed on the Warmaster, his long, forked tongue lolling out.

"This time, you won't be as lucky as before."

"I will dismantle your self-destruct device, sever your limbs, and leave you to live like a maggot."

"Before, when we were weaker, we had to resort to some tricks to ensure victory." Warmaster put his Two-handed Sword back into storage and replaced it with One-handed Sword and shield, his tone confident.

"Right now, there's absolutely no need. Don't worry, there's definitely no self-destruct device this time."

"Come on, Lucius, let's settle our old scores. This time, I will use my true strength to make you utterly despair."

"Arrogant fool, I hope you can still spout these big words later." Lucius, holding a poisoned sword, assumed a fighting stance and approached the Warmaster.

The Warmaster, holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, faced off against Lucius.

The two men maneuvered around each other, searching for weaknesses in the other's defenses.

In a flash, Lucius launched his attack, his longsword flashing out with the speed of a phantom.

After this period of honing his skills, Warmaster's combat abilities had already reached their pinnacle.

It has also been enhanced through methods such as Primaris upgrades and Status Fragment.

The strength, speed, and combat instincts of today are far beyond what they were in the past.

As Lucius's sword came at him, the Warmaster parried with his shield.

The sword and shield clashed, producing a crisp, resounding clang.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Warmaster slashed vertically with his one-handed One-handed Sword, forcing Lucius to retreat.

Then, Lucius leaped forward again, wielding his longsword and slashing down.

The sound of something cutting through the air was sharp and fierce.

The Warmaster continued to parry with his shield, then attacked with his One-handed Sword, forcing Lucius to retreat and defend.

Clang!

The two weapons clashed, their clanging sounds echoing, sparks Mars.

The energy fields collided, generating shockwaves.

Lucius felt a tingling sensation in his hand, his brow furrowed, and surprise welled up inside him.

How did this guy become so much stronger?

The Corpse Emperor bestowed a blessing?

Is there no spirit of swordsmanship left?

They actually have to rely on blessings to compete in swordsmanship?!

"No wonder he wanted to be the Corpse Emperor's lackey; it seems he gave him a lot of benefits."

Hearing Lucius's sarcastic remarks, Warmaster smiled and continued in the same vein.

"What? You haven't received Slaanesh's blessing?"

"You're willing to sell him the hook, but he won't even give you a few bones?"

Before playing Warhammer Online, the Warmaster was quite the keyboard warrior.

He's not afraid of anyone when it comes to roasting people.

Upon hearing this, Lucius was indeed thrown off balance, his eyes widening and turning red as if he wanted to devour someone.

"I don't sell hooks."

"If you hadn't sold, why would anyone choose you? Tavitz is a hundred times better than you," Warmaster added, delivering another blow.

"Don't say that name in front of me!" Lucius went berserk, his longsword slashing wildly.

The Warmaster blocked them all with his shield.

The clanging sounds were incessant, yet they could not break through the defenses.

"Tavitz is more handsome than you, better at swordsmanship, more popular than you, and if I remember correctly, he also has a higher military rank than you. He was also your superior."

The more Warmaster talked, the more excited he became.

Lucius's face began to contort with rage.

"I told you to shut up!!"

"Haha!!" Warmaster blocked Lucius's attack again, then swung his sword, forcing him back, before slowly saying, "I won't."

"I'm going to kill you!" Lucius roared, his attacks like a whirlwind, the blade creating afterimages as he slashed rapidly.

The Warmaster remained steadfast, holding his heavy shield and blocking all of Lucius's attacks.

"Since you don't want to hear about Tavitz, why don't you talk about Sharrowkyn? You were defeated by him, twice."

"Your swordsmanship probably wouldn't even rank in the top tier of that era; you're only good for bullying newcomers now."

"Shut up." Lucius was even more defensive.

How could the Corpse Emperor choose such a chatterbox as his God Chosen?!

Lucius went berserk, each strike delivered with all his might, leaving horrifying sword marks on his shield, the Mars illuminating the dim surroundings.

The Warmaster remained incredibly calm, deflecting attacks while simultaneously provoking the enemy with words.

When the opponent slashed down again...

He decisively shifted the center of gravity of his shield, causing the opponent's slashing sword to deflect, resulting in a brief loss of body control.

Then, Warmaster thrust out his other One-handed Sword with his other hand.

It pierced Lucius's chest in an instant.

They pierced one of his hearts.

Fresh blood, emitting a strange fragrance, gushed out.

Lucius stared wide-eyed at the sword that had pierced his chest, his face filled with disbelief.

How is that possible?

How could he possibly lose to this guy in front of him?

When they first met, he could have easily manipulated her!

Why is it that now the opponent can not only fight me to a standstill, but also severely injure me?

Has the other person improved that quickly?

He caught up with me in such a short time?

You have to understand, I've lived for ten thousand years!!

"Kill him."

Lucius retreated, his face showing embarrassment and anger.

He ordered the Chaos Space Marines who had come with him to shoot and kill the Warmaster in front of them.

The next second, whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out continuously.

Several fragments of Warp, radiating a hazy glow, pierced the air.

In a mere instant, he blew the heads off the three Chaos Warrior standing at the front.

Ten-Timer stepped forward, staff in hand. "Still trying to gang up on us? Do you think we're dead?"

"Offering one's skull to the Golden Throne, and sacrificing one's blood to the God-Emperor."

A roar came from the sky.

A Chaos Space Marines instinctively looked up.

I saw a guy wearing red Power Armour descending from the sky, wielding a battle axe.

The Chaos Warrior stared wide-eyed at the rapidly spinning saw teeth.

The next second, he was cleaved in two from top to bottom.

Wrist Bro, bathed in their blood, then swung their battleaxes to slaughter the remaining Chaos Warrior and Beastmen.

Other players arrived one after another and began to wreak havoc, quickly wiping out Lucius's men.

"Tsk! Tsk!"

The Warmaster, seeing Lucius's troubled expression, scoffed.

"It seems you still have to face me yourself."

"I'm going to kill you!" Lucius charged again.

The wound on his chest had stopped bleeding and was even beginning to heal slowly.

This is what makes the Chaos Warrior so formidable: they possess the genetic technology of Emperor and the blessings of the gods.

Before the Primaris Marines were created, they were the most powerful warriors in the Milky Way.

Now, the players are the most powerful warriors in the Milky Way.

The Warmaster used his shield to block Lucius's ferocious attack, then repeated the same trick, giving his opponent a sharp push that threw him off balance.

Lucius knew inwardly he was in trouble, but it was too late to retreat.

The Warmaster swung his sword and attacked.

The cold blade kissed Lucius's throat.

What followed was a searing, excruciating pain.

Fragrant, fresh blood gushed from the shattered neck.

Lucius pressed his hand tightly against the wound, but the wound continued to widen under the pressure of the armored fingers, and the blood flowed incessantly.

"How could I possibly lose to you?!"

Lucius tried to speak, but his vocal cords had ruptured, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose, replacing his words.

But soon, Lucius's twisted and ferocious face broke into a smile again.

"You're making me more and more interested. One day, I'll definitely kill you."

"Your life belongs to me, and can only belong to me."

The Warmaster looked speechless.

Those who believe in Slaanesh are definitely not normal!

Even at this point, they still want to engage in heretical forced love!

When he has time, he will borrow the Emperor's Sword or the Dionysian Spear to see if he can kill this guy completely.

The Warmaster would like to see.

If this bastard can't be resurrected, will he still be able to laugh?

"I hope you can keep this in mind." The Warmaster used his heavy shield to strike Lucius's head repeatedly.

If it were an ordinary person, their head would be shattered into pieces on the first blow.

Lucius, despite being hit hard repeatedly, only suffered minor cuts and bruises.

But the impact and dizziness from the brute force of the collision caused him to keep retreating.

"Pour it down!" Warmaster roared, then slammed the opponent's head down with all his might.

Lucius was sent flying, crashing into a thick pillar with a bang, and then passed out.

Warmaster walked over and took out a cube from the spatial storage that was even darker than the Void of the universe— the Dimensional Cube.

This is the technology of Necrons.

After Trazyn submitted to Qin Yun, the technology was promoted throughout the Imperium.

A beam of light shot out from the Rubik's Cube, the light points dancing on the fallen Lucius, and finally expanding into a light curtain that enveloped Lucius.

The next second, the Dimensional Cube devoured Lucius, locking this traitor of Chaos into Stasis Dimension.

"I know the Prince of Pleasure will resurrect you, but as long as you live, there's nothing he can do."

"Stay in there and wait until the day I borrow the Dionysian Spear and the Emperor's Sword, that will be the day of your death, you fool."

The Warmaster will store the Dimensional Cube in the warehouse space.

This once arrogant swordsman, the Emperor's Children, was thus reduced to a prisoner.

The remaining Emperor's Children's warriors witnessed this and turned to flee.

Their most powerful Lucius, was captured by the enemy.

Continuing to fight would only lead to their own demise.

The players, including Ten-Timer, didn't let them get too far before wiping them all out.

"Lucius has been dealt with, so only Bile remains. That bastard is cunning, so be very careful."

"It would be best to capture that guy alive, since he can be resurrected through some means."

The Warmaster is starting to crave either the Emperor's Sword or the Dionysian Spear.

These bastards can all come back to life; they won't be afraid unless we use some killer moves.

Unfortunately, only Emperor could forge such divine artifacts.

And now, the Emperor is slumped on his Golden Throne!

"We need to find a way to get Old Man Emperor back to work!"

"Even if the body is paralyzed, the soul still exists, right?"

As Warmaster muttered to himself, he led the young players in another charge.

The Beastmen created by Bile emerge from their hiding places and attack the players.

But the players who completed their second advancement were incredibly powerful; the Beastmen were defeated as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Slash! Slash! Slash!"

The Wrist Bro roared as he swung his Chain Axe.

The furious serrations instantly tore through the flesh of the Beastmen, ripping their bodies apart.

Crimson blood splattered, and internal organs flowed out from the mangled body.

His counter went up rapidly, each tick representing a kill.

"Offer your skull to the Golden Throne, offer your blood to the God-Emperor." The Wrist Bro tore open the flesh of an enemy...

The sound grew increasingly violent, echoing Hive City.

At this moment, Bile was standing on a tower that had been cut in half, watching the battlefield in the distance.

"This is troublesome!!"

"That idiot Lucius actually got arrested!!"

"This God Chosen is much stronger than the last one!"

Bile hadn't expected the God Chosen came this time to be so powerful.

Even Lucius was no match for him.

"Should we retreat, or take a gamble?"

Bile hesitated.

The God Chosen are composed of a very special kind; if one can obtain them, one can perfect one's creation.

His child could become the new master of the Milky Way, the darling of the gods, and even one day replace the gods.

Bile didn't have much affection for the Chaos Gods.

But at this stage, they are the only ones who can help him.

A brief period of cooperation is necessary; only in this way can the New Men truly take control of the Milky Way.

Bile paced back and forth, and finally, he decided to confront these God Chosen head-on and see if he could capture one or two for experiments.

Ten-Timer turned the corner of the corridor, he encountered the terrifying monster created by Fabius Bile.

A group of burly, muscular, the Beast- like Beastmen.

These creatures had sharp teeth, with crimson flesh and blood remaining between them. Their hands were covered in blood, and they gripped crude, simple weapons tightly.

The body is adorned with the head or teeth of the deceased.

"Disgusting stuff!"

Ten-Timer didn't hesitate and immediately attacked.

A surge of violent spiritual energy erupted instantly, condensing into Void Hand.

They snatched the closest Beastmen out of thin air.

Then, a surge of violent spiritual energy rushed into their bodies.

Instantly, the sounds of 'Bang! Bang! Bang!' rang out repeatedly, blasting these Beastmen into pieces.

The remaining Beastmen mostly showed expressions of terror.

The fastest-reacting of the Beastmen howled and pounced, attempting close combat.

"You're still not running? You think I'm bad at close combat?!"

Ten-Timer spun around, using the momentum of his Scepter to swing it out.

With a bang,

The head of a Beastmen was smashed to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, he swung his right fist out and struck another Beastmen in the chest, instantly breaking its sternum and shattering its heart into pieces.

Then, with a roll, he unleashed another burst of psionic energy from his hand, sending the remaining Beastmen flying.

The sounds of impact were incessant.

In just a few breaths, they defeated all of these Beastmen.

[Battle Duration: 4.33 seconds]

The Armor Panel automatically pops up the combat assessment results.

The Threat Detector activated, and data flashed at the edge of the field of vision.

All signals were displayed in green, and readings of blood chemistry scrolled across his vision.

"Threats within range have been eliminated," the Armored Machine Spirit said.

Ten-Timer strode toward a wailing Beastmen and used his powerful psychic abilities to search the beastman's mind and extract information.

The Beastmen let out a painful cry.

He felt as if something was churning his brain, causing him excruciating pain.

After Ten-Timer finished his plundering, the Beastmen's eyes rolled back, and he stopped breathing.

Ten-Timer then threw away the Beastmen corpse in his hand and turned on the communicator.

"Brothers, I've found that old bastard Bile's location."

Warmaster immediately responded, "Share the location, let's go take care of that guy right away."

The players acted quickly.

They broke through the outer defenses, reached the fortress where Bile was located, and crushed their way in.

At the end of the corridor,

Players and Beastmen clashed again in a fierce battle.

After a fierce battle, the Warmaster pulled his sword from the body of a Beastmen.

Crimson blood dripped down the tip of the sword.

Looking around, they saw that Beastmen who had tried to block them had been killed.

The Warmaster looked at the armored gate at the end of the corridor.

The Auto-cannon on his shoulder rotated to adjust its position, aimed at the armored gate, and began to accumulate energy.

Boom! A shockwave rolled out, and a dazzling beam of light shot out from the Shoulder Cannon, turning the heavy armored door into dust.

This is a new technology developed by Xi Ling based on the existing Necron Gauss Technology.

It is extremely powerful; a single shot can reduce an armored door to dust.

"Walk."

The Warmaster took the lead and stepped into the magnificent fortress hall.

Inside the hall, the Warmaster saw for the first time one of the worst guys in the universe— Fabius Bile.

The other person's hair was very sparse, completely white, and bald in the middle.

His ugly face was covered in wrinkles, and he looked very old.

The robotic arm implanted in his back is equipped with all sorts of surgical instruments, sharp and gleaming with a cold light, making him look like a giant spider.

"The God Chosen?"

"Such a perfect design, worthy of my creator. Only the Corpse Emperor could do it, even the gods cannot compare to him."

Excitement and greed gleamed in Bile's eyes.

Bile learned the origins of the God Chosen from the demon.

They are beings from a higher-dimensional world, and the Emperor created bodies for them that allow them to move freely in that world.

What Bile needs is the technology to create these bodies.

With these technologies, he can make up for the children's deficiencies and fulfill his own wishes.

"Surrender, Bile, your cause is lost," the Warmaster said.

"Surrender?" Bile laughed. "You think you can forgive us on behalf of the Emperor?"

"Why should we forgive you?" Warmaster asked in bewilderment. "The crimes you committed are so serious that even dying a thousand times wouldn't be enough."

Bile: "..."

"Since you cannot forgive us, what right do you have to demand that I surrender?"

"You really don't understand any social etiquette. You take a few polite words to heart," Warmaster said with disdain.

A flash of anger crossed Bile's face.

This guy really knows how to talk rudely.

"It seems the Corpse Emperor has given you more than you could have imagined. Such sharp and vicious words were not something the Space Marines of the past would have uttered."

"Alright, enough with the nonsense, you bald, Mediterranean-haired guy," Warmaster said. "A guy like you doesn't deserve any forgiveness."

"I know you maintain multiple bodies at the same time, so even if I kill the one in front of me, I won't be able to kill you completely."

"So, our only purpose in coming here is to teach you a lesson, to beat you so hard you piss out, and then to beat you back into your own piss."

"Then let me see if you have the ability." Bile clapped his hands.

Shouts erupted from all around the hall.

A group of monsters and cyborgs, stronger than ordinary Beastmen, approached.

The leading monster was half-human and half-bull, exactly like the Minotaurs hybrid from ancient legends.

This monster was taller than the Primaris Marines and more robust than the Old Thirteen of the Ogryn.

Muscular, the bull's head seems to grow directly from its shoulders, with no neck visible at all.

The minotaur wore a simple set of heavy armor and wielded a giant battle axe that was wider than the average Space Marines's size, the blade crackling with destructive Operation Lightning.

"Let me, Brutus, be your opponent, God Chosen."

Brutus, being a minotaur, didn't waste any words and charged directly at the Warmaster.

His every step was incredibly heavy, causing the ground to tremble and groan.

"Good timing."

The Warmaster also rushed forward, switching his weapon to Two-handed Sword.

The Hellfire Inceptor Power Armor also switched to Power Mode.

Clang!

The swords and axes clashed, producing a terrifying sound.

Neither side would back down, and a power struggle ensued.

Brutus roared incessantly, but the humans before him remained incredibly resilient.

No matter how much force he exerted, the giant axe in his hand could not move forward an inch and strike his opponent.

After a brief stalemate, a smile appeared on Warmaster's face.

The absorbed 'Resilient' Status Fragment came into play at this moment.

A continuous flow of power surged from within his body, seemingly inexhaustible.

A hint of panic appeared on Brutus's face.

His strength was waning, and he was beginning to lose control of his opponent.

At this moment, Warmaster gradually pushed the opponent's battle axe back, gaining the upper hand.

Bruce's eyes widened.

He roared in anger, but nothing changed.

The next second, he was suddenly pushed away by the other person.

Before he could react, the opponent's Two-handed Sword pierced his chest.

Brutus cried out in pain and staggered backward.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Warmaster swung his sword again and beheaded the minotaur.

Bile watched this scene with a deep sense of pain.

His creation failed so quickly!

Screams echoed throughout the hall.

The Beastmen and cyborgs were defeated and killed by players like Ten-Timer.

Bile's heart sank; he knew he had lost his gamble.

"It's time to settle accounts with you."

Warmaster looked at Bile, who was standing high up, activated flight mode, and landed in front of him.

After Ten-Timer and the other players dealt with their enemies, they also jumped up and surrounded Bile.

"Damn this old bastard."

Someone shouted something, and the players swarmed forward.

"Shameless!!"

Besieged, Bile shouted loudly,

The players, however, ignored this and continued to punch and kick Bile.

Finally, they pinned him to the ground.

At this moment, Old Ma and the other players arrived.

Their combat strength was not as strong as the Emperor's Cattle Warband; they could only clear out ordinary Beastmen and cyborgs outside.

Upon learning that Fabius Bile had been captured, he rushed over excitedly.

"You've finally met your match, you little punk! You dared to set a trap for me!"

Old Ma patted Bile's face as he knelt on the ground, looking arrogant.

Bile recognized the God Chosen before him.

It was the same person he and Lucius had ambushed and captured in the previous batch.

He tormented himself thoroughly, and in the end, he was killed.

I never expected to see it again.

Bile couldn't help but recall the words those demons had spoken before his departure.

"The God Chosen come from Higher-Dimensional Universe, and death is not the end for them."

It seems the devil wasn't lying to him.

These God Chosen can truly be resurrected continuously.

Thinking of this, Bile became even more excited.

If he can figure out what's going on, his New Men will be complete.

Snap!

Old Ma slapped Bile across the face, knocking out seven or eight of his teeth.

"Did I tell you to laugh? And you still laugh?"

Bile coughed up blood, raised his head, and looked at the God Chosen before him.

"He'll remember this grudge."

Snap!

Old Ma slapped him again, "Did I tell you to stop! Keep laughing!"

Bile: "..."

Damn it!! Is this just pure humiliation??

"What should we do with him?" Ten-Timer asked.

"I suggest tying it up and then throwing it into Stasis Field. Hardcore Bro recently shared some pretty good rope bondage videos with me, and I think they might come in handy," said the Twisted Man.

"Rope bondage films?" Warmaster raised his voice.

Hardcore Bro and Movie Bro are known as the Slaanesh Duo, but can anything they recommend be of any substance?

"Killing this bastard would only make things easier for him. Use my method, and I guarantee he'll suffer a fate worse than death."

"We'll tie this bastard up and parade him around in public, spreading the word everywhere."

"..."

The Twisted Man convinced everyone through hard work.

Finally, Bile was tied up and hung from an iron frame.

That posture was extremely indecent!

Slaanesh would stare wide-eyed at that sight.

Warmaster: "It's unbearable to look at!!"

Ten-Timer: "Heretical, Twisted Man, you are a heretic."

Strategist: "Fabius Bile will no longer need to mix up the Eye of Terror and the Warp."

"..."

Even with his arms tied up, Bile's eyes widened in disbelief.

He would rather these guys kill him and throw him into a meat grinder to be minced than be tied up like this.

Imagine an old, balding man with a receding hairline being bound in a shameful position, imprisoned in Stasis Field, and forced to parade in public.

Even if Bile lived for ten thousand years, just thinking about it would make him feel dizzy.

Only Abaddon dancing provocatively on stage in a tank top can compare.

Bile struggled desperately, trying to resist.

But the God Chosen completely subdued him, bound him, fixed him in a fixed position, and then locked him in a static field.

"I think we can improve on this a bit. Let's include Lucius too, dressed in a sexy camisole and black stockings, holding a whip," the Twisted Man added excitedly.

The other players stared wide-eyed, as if they had seen a demon.

Warmaster waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't even mention it, just thinking about that scene gives me goosebumps all over."

"As long as those two can escape, we will fight you to the death."

In the Warp realm of the Slaanesh,

A Chaos Gods silently bestowed a blessing upon the armor of the Twisted Man.

Feeling pleasure while torturing others grants a buff that effectively reduces damage from ranged weapons and psionic attacks.

When it comes to perversion and torture, even Slaanesh would have to give this Twisted Man a thumbs up.

On the other side,

After Qin Yun released the 7.0 version update,

He continued to lead the fleet to fight the Xenos and traitors.

Guilliman sent a communication request immediately after expelling a Chaos heretic from a planet.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Guilliman stated the purpose of the communication.

"Living Saint, it may be necessary for you to make a trip to Nocturne."

"Why?" Qin Yun asked Guilliman.

Guilliman said somewhat embarrassedly, "After the Horus Heresy, when I was promoting the Codex Astartes, Vulkan and Russ were on the same side."

"They didn't support splitting up the legions, and it was a very unpleasant situation at the time."

"Later, Dorn gave in, and with my strong persuasion, Vulkan reluctantly agreed."

"During the War of the Beast, Vulkan returned to the Imperium once, but I know from the surviving records that he was very dissatisfied with the Imperium at that time, believing it to be a distortion of the original intentions of the Primarch and the Emperor."

The more Guilliman spoke, the less confident he became.

Thinking about the treatment he received in Fenris,

Guilliman knew he certainly wouldn't receive any special treatment on Nocturne.

Vulkan's sons were better-tempered than Russ's sons.

But they're so stubborn!

Once you've made up your mind about something, there's absolutely no way to change it.

Vulkan had never approved of the Holy Scripture reforms, and upon his return, he launched a furious attack on the High Lords of Terra.

It was only because of the special circumstances at the time that Vulkan did not choose to dissolve the High Lords of Terra.

Otherwise, those cowardly, spineless guys like the High Lord would have gone home to grow sweet potatoes long ago.

Vulkan's descendants probably didn't have much affection for Guilliman either.

Given that Guilliman is Primarch and the Imperial Regent, his orders will certainly be obeyed.

But winning them over will likely be more complicated than that.

Since the other party was unwilling to accept the Primaris Marines and unwilling to change traditions, Guilliman couldn't say anything unless he used his power to force them to change.

That would only deepen the conflict between the two sides, and if something happens in the future, the Horus Heresy might be repeated.

After much deliberation, Guilliman decided to send the Living Saint on the trip.

Qin Yun frowned and began to think.

Nocturne is located in the Imperium Sanctus and is connected to the Webway, so making a trip there wouldn't be a huge waste of time.

The Salamanders can be considered the founding mother group, and as long as they agree, the other subgroups cannot object.

"Alright, I'll make the trip myself." Qin Yun agreed to Guilliman's request.

"I knew the Living Saint was the best." Guilliman smiled. "With you here, the revival of humanity is inevitable. Humanity is truly fortunate to have you."

"Our Regent is simply omnipotent. Not only are his administrative and military abilities outstanding, but he also knows how to speak such sweet words of flattery," Qin Yun teased.

"I'm telling the truth," Guilliman said confidently.

Qin Yun frowned, somewhat surprised.

"You've been in contact with Yvraine recently."

Guilliman looked puzzled. "Living Saint, why do you ask that?"

"It's nothing, let's talk about the recent military operations..." Qin Yun changed the subject.

He didn't date Yvraine.

Where did you learn all those nice words?

Guilliman was once considered one of the Primarch least liked by his brothers.

If Guilliman during the Great Crusade had been as eloquent and flattering as he is now, how could he not have been liked by his brothers?!

"..."

After chatting for a while, the two ended the call.

After dealing with the various issues of the rescued planet, Qin Yun set sail for Vulkan's home planet, Nocturne.

Midway through the journey, the fleet received a distress signal and chose to leave Warp to rescue the planet.

Before they even entered the Realspace and started fighting, Xi Ling appeared beside Qin Yun.

"Master, multiple Warp tracks have been detected. Other fleets are entering the Realspace."

"An enemy?" Qin Yun asked Xi Ling to open the holographic interface.

"No." Xi Ling shook her head. "It is preliminarily determined to be Imperial Fleet. I will now show you the images, sir."

Several very old-looking light cruisers were gathered around a capital ship.

Qin Yun frowned.

He recognized these warships; each one was an old model, having been in service for at least two thousand years.

Did you ask who the other person was?

"An inquiry has been initiated."

What was their response?

"They call themselves Carcharodons."

The name made Qin Yun pause for a moment.

Isn't this the poor Chapter that likes to keep sharks on its warships?

Shouldn't they be on the Imperium Nihilus?

How did they end up in the Imperium Sanctus?!

The Carcharodons's predecessor was Terra veteran exiled by the Raven Lord, and its first Chapter Master was Alkahas Phall.

Because of the Chaos traitor, the two sides did not communicate much, but after a brief exchange, they began to work together to annihilate the Chaos traitor.

Because all the fleet forces at hand were diverted to fight fires.

At this time, Qin Yun only had a small fleet consisting of a battleship and several cruisers.

The Carcharodons Chapter's fleet did not have battleships, but it had more ships than Qin Yun's.

The two sides joined forces and quickly crushed the Chaos Fleet with their overwhelming firepower, turning it into burning fragments in the Void.

"Master, the Carcharodons Chapter has sent us another message," Xi Ling said to Qin Yun.

What did they say?

"They want half of the spoils of this campaign, as well as control over that Imperium planet."

Qin Yun slapped his forehead, and even a fool could guess what the Carcharodons was planning to do.

Because it was a ship-based Chapter and spent most of its time patrolling the Imperium's borders, it lacked a stable supply of materials.

Every time they return to the Imperium's territory, it's like bandits entering a village, collecting Blood Tithe and Grey Tithe on every planet they find.

Clearly, they're here to collect taxes; dealing with the Chaos traitors is just a side effect.

"Tell them that the Imperium has reformed and private taxation is no longer allowed. As compensation, we will give them some supplies," Qin Yun said.

Xi Ling nodded and went to reply.

She received a reply shortly afterward.

"They want to meet with us."

"Let them come over, and while they're at it, let them take the supplies to the hangar deck. They can take them back with them later."

After pondering for a moment, Qin Yun decided to meet with the Chapter and encourage them to continue fighting for the Emperor.

The application of Dimensional Space technology has greatly expanded the ship's internal storage space.

A warship can carry supplies many times its own volume.

These supplies were quickly moved out and piled up in the hangar.

Nicor, Battle Barge

Tyberos, the Chapter Master of the Carcharodons Chapter, along with several company commanders, Librarians, and priests, sat around a giant holographic sand table.

"They agreed to our request to meet."

Teh Kahulangi, a Librarians member, reported to Tyberos.

"Living Saint?"

Tyberos pondered the information he had just received from the communication.

The Imperial Fleet they encountered claimed to be commanded by Living Saint and demanded that they not levy taxes on the planet.

In return, the other party will provide some supplies.

"Could it be a trap?" Alido, the company commander of the Third Company Captain, questioned.

"It shouldn't be," the Chief Librarian shook his head. "I didn't sense any hostility on their ship; on the contrary, I felt a sacred and pure power."

"The enemy is exceptionally cunning; they might be in disguise," Alido said. "It's best to be cautious."

"Prepare the shuttle. I and the First Company will go. The rest of you will stay behind," Tyberos declared decisively. "If they are enemies, we will eliminate them in the name of the Emperor. If they are loyal, then we will discuss the matter of the Blood Tithe."

"We need sufficient supplies to cope with the upcoming crisis."

The Carcharodons Chapter originally fought against those terrifying Xenos on the borders of Imperium Imperium.

However, during a Warp voyage, they were swept away by a storm and lost their way.

Upon re-entering the Realspace, I discovered that the entire Milky Way had changed.

An enormous rift tore the Milky Way apart, and countless worlds cried out for help, while the agonizing screams of humanity echoed through the Warp.

They responded to a recent distress call and arrived in the galaxy.

Prepare to provide relief to the local area and collect some taxes along the way.

Tyberos ordered his men to prepare for war.

At the same time, he tidied his appearance, making himself look intimidating.

Regardless, he must secure the greatest possible advantage in the upcoming negotiations to ensure the sustainable development of the Chapter.

Even if it means bearing a bad reputation, I'm willing to do it.

Russ stepped out of the shuttle, intending to give the other party a hard time.

When he planned to order his men to bring out weapons to prove he was not to be trifled with,

Then I saw the mountain of supplies piled up on the hangar deck.

Various new types of equipment and weapons, never seen before, were simply laid out on the open ground.

The Chapter Master was so tempted that he was practically drooling.

Rich guy!!

He's incredibly rich!!

We must take full advantage of these deals.

When Qin Yun walked out surrounded by the crowd, the Carcharodons warriors, including Tyberos, stared wide-eyed.

"Saint... Sanguinius?"

"No, I am not Sanguinius, but Living Saint." Qin Yun pointed out the other person's mistake tactfully, then gestured to the mountain of supplies.

"These are your supplies. The Imperium has enacted new laws that prohibit Chapter from levying taxes on their own."

Looking at the mountain of supplies, Tyberos subconsciously swallowed.

"Are these all for us?"

"Otherwise what?" Qin Yun stared at Tyberos. "Do you think we'd be so bored as to bring out our stored supplies, show them off in front of you, and then take them back?"

"How about you assign me a few tasks? I feel uneasy carrying so much stuff."

Tyberos quickly scanned a few items and made some estimates.

The supplies in front of them were enough to support the entire Carcharodons Armed Regiment.

Just moments ago, Tyberos was plotting how to threaten, how to intimidate, and how to negotiate for benefits.

Right now, all I want to do is cling to the person in front of me.

He shouted, "Rich guy, please enslave the Little Sharks to your heart's content!"

Qin Yun smiled upon hearing Tyberos's words.

"These supplies are what every Chapter deserves. In addition, there is the Primaris technology. I will send a team of Adeptus Mechanicus to your fleet to assist you in Primaris enhancement."

"And what you need to do is stop collecting the Blood Tithe and the Grey Tithe."

P. S.: This is a 10,000-word update. I'm trying to get it to the "Featured" category, otherwise, once there are more chapters, there will be even less hope.