Scythes of the Emperor

The Warmaster glanced at his companions, including Ten-Timer.

I've decided to finish this match first, and then check what the mission is.

He turned to look at Yvraine and tapped her shield a few times with his sword.

"The Sons of Dorn are never afraid of challenges."

This statement greatly increased Amalrich's positive impression Warmaster the Dreadnought Veteran Sard.

Both the Black Templars and the Astral Knights are sub-groups of the Imperial Fists.

Warmaster's words clearly resonated with them.

Yvraine entered the gladiator cage.

She was very tall and wore a ceremonial suit of armor, holding an ordinary longsword.

Warmaster's expression was solemn as he assumed a fighting stance, staring intently at his opponent.

Yvraine's face was exquisitely beautiful, possessing an artistic aesthetic.

His eyes were as deep as a still pool, as if they could see into one's soul.

She was born in the Craftworld of Bel-Tan.

In her youth, she embarked on her Path of the Dancer with the dream of becoming a dancer.

Later, discovering his promising psychic potential, he switched to the path of Farseer and became a Warlock.

Later, feeling that she was fickle and somewhat violent and bloodthirsty, she switched to the Path of the Warrior and became Avenger.

She also worked as a pirate for a time, before being stranded in Commorragh, the stronghold of the Dark Eldar, due to an accident.

There, she joined a Wych Cult.

Under the Aegis of Lady Malys, a trusted subordinate of Vect, the overlord of the Commorragh,

To become the elite ruler of the Wych Cult — the Succubus.

Yvraine earned a reputation for her superb martial arts skills.

Malys thought she had good potential, so she had her fight alongside Gladiator Queen Lelith and prisoners from various races, including Tyranid, Orks, Necron, and Tau.

That was an unprecedented gladiatorial contest.

This attracted countless viewers from the Dark Eldar.

During the gladiatorial combat, Yvraine made a mistake and was pierced through the chest by Lelith's sword, ultimately dying in the Arena.

However, it was this death that earned her the blessing of the Ynnead, thus making her a messenger of Ynnead.

The Warmaster, shield in hand, advanced, intending to test Yvraine.

The opponent did not attack, but instead dodged to the side.

The Warmaster quickly turned around and pointed his shield at the opponent.

"You're very wary." Yvraine walked around the Warmaster.

The Warmaster is also adjusting himself to ensure that his shield is always facing the opponent.

Once an opening is exposed, the opponent could very likely kill the player instantly.

Yvraine appeared relaxed; she wasn't in a hurry to make a move.

"The combination of shield and sword can effectively counter fast and agile opponents."

"Your choice is absolutely correct. If you were facing a regular opponent, your chances of winning would be very high."

"The problem is that there are many enemies in this universe who possess unconventional methods."

"For example, this kind of..."

Two figures suddenly appeared in Yvraine's body.

One left and one right,

At the same time, he swung his sword at the Warmaster.

The Warmaster used his shield to block the attack from the right and his sword to block the attack from the left.

Clang!

The sword and shield clashed, producing a resounding clang.

Yvraine on the left turned into smoke and dissipated.

"A wise decision, but not enough."

Yvraine, who had vanished into smoke on the left, reappeared.

A whip kick swept towards his knee, forcing him to his knees.

Before the Warmaster could even get up, Yvraine's sword was already at his throat.

"You lost."

"Your reaction was too slow. The moment you knelt down, you should have rolled over, created distance, and then counterattacked, instead of getting up."

The entire battle lasted only two minutes.

The spectators let out a wail of despair.

It's a pity that the Warmaster couldn't defeat Yvraine.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Yvraine was able to make a name for herself in the Commorragh, and she was also a messenger of Ynnead.

If they lose to the Warmaster, then the Aeldari will truly be doomed.

"You did a great job."

Amalrich came over and helped Warmaster up.

"Given time, you'll definitely be able to beat her."

I recall Sard saying that the God Chosen really like rewards, especially Relic.

Amalrich decided to give the other party some motivation.

"If you can defeat that Aeldari Farseer, I promise to let you enter the Black Templars's treasury and choose a weapon."

Warmaster's eyes lit up instantly. "Really?"

"Of course, the Sons of Dorn will never break their oath," Amalrich nodded.

The players wailing outside were immediately dumbfounded.

"Wow, is this guy really that lucky?"

"Those lucky ones deserve to die."

"Me too." The Twisted Man brazenly moved closer to Amalrich.

Amalrich sized up the Twisted Man. "Are you also Sons of Dorn?"

"Yes, I am Death Guard of the Sons of Dorn."

The Twisted Man's words made the players next to him roll their eyes.

"They've lost all their backbone for a little reward."

"I wonder how heartbroken Mortarion would be to hear you say that!!"

Ten-Timer condemned the Twisted Man with a look of disdain.

Amalrich put his hand on the Twisted Man's shoulder.

"If you really want to take on the challenge, that's fine too,"

"If you can defeat that Ynnead Messenger fairly and squarely, I will still allow you to enter the Black Templars's relic vault to choose your desired reward."

"Grand Marshal Amalrich, greetings. I am a member of the Thousand Sons of Sons of Dorn. Please take care of me."

Ten-Timer abruptly changed his tone, his previous righteous demeanor completely gone.

The players nearby scoffed, finding it utterly shameful that someone could be so arrogant at first and so obsequious later.

If Magnus and Ahriman found out, they would probably be so angry they'd have a stroke.

But the next second, they surrounded Amalrich and introduced themselves.

"I am Luna Wolves Wolf of the Sons of Dorn."

"I am World Eaters."

"I am the one Word Bearers..."

"I am Alpharius..."

"..."

The Arena erupted in noise as players surrounded Amalrich, eager to accept the quest.

Amalrich couldn't even get away.

In the end, all that could be announced was...

The top ten God Chosen who defeated Yvraine

All can enter the Black Templars's Relic Treasury to choose their favorite prizes.

For the remainder, the Black Templars will issue consolation prizes and medals of honor.

The little incident at the end of the Arena,

Warmaster, Ten-Timer, and the others discussed the mission that the Guide had just issued.

"Are they going to Sotha? The Pharos Beacon is there, and the Guide has Xi Ling, which can analyze the technology of the Necron. He must be heading towards the Pharos Beacon."

Strategist's insightful observation

The Bald Monk scratched his head. "The Guide aren't NPCs, so why are they doing the protagonist's work? Shouldn't we be the protagonists?"

"Otherwise, how could they claim to be a 100% realistic game? Without the inclusion of Guide to drive various storylines, the official team would be afraid you'd think it's bland and uninteresting," Warmaster said.

"Warmaster is right. The Warhammer Universe spans decades or even centuries. It's unrealistic to make players wait that long."

"The Guide keeps advancing the storyline, ensuring that our efforts are rewarded in a timely manner, thus increasing the playability."

Ten-Timer agreed with the Warmaster's statement.

The Turtle, who was Luna Wolves, asked...

Are you going or not?

"I'm not going." Warmaster shook his head. "I need to hone my combat skills. Lucius probably hates me to death."

"If he finds an opportunity, he'll definitely cut me into a human stick and then humiliate me severely. I can't stand it, so I need to figure out a way to deal with him."

"I'm not going either," the Bald Monk said. "I'm currently raising my affinity with the Ultramarines to see if I can get into their Relic vault."

"I'll go." Ten-Timer clenched his fist, his face resolute.

"I'm going to follow the Guide and really build up my goodwill!"

"I want him to know that no matter what, I'll always be there for him whenever he turns back."

"Are you using your girl-chasing skills on your Guide?" The Bald Monk rolled his eyes.

"You don't understand. Sucking on women will only lead to nothing. Sucking on your Guide will bring you everything in the future."

Ten-Timer chuckled.

"Think about it, when Guilliman returns to Terra, he will definitely have to delegate authority to the Guide."

"At that time, when the Guide thinks of how I served him tirelessly, devoted myself wholeheartedly, and even died for him, asking for nothing in return, and bravely shouldering responsibility,"

"Hey! Hey! Do you think this is a lesson in reciting idioms? There's a limit to how much you can pat yourself on the back," the Turtle interrupted Ten-Timer.

"How can I prove my excellence if I don't describe it in detail! You're just jealous of me. When I'm entrusted with important responsibilities by the Guide, don't be envious."

Ten-Timer raised his head, already fantasizing about his wonderful future life.

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When veteran players were discussing the quest, some busybodies posted the quest details on the official website forum.

Guilliman is the Only Sun: "I'm already at peace with this. All I can say is, well, the progress is not bad, keep it up."

Dora is the Omnissiah: "The Old Thirteen has finally lost heart, seen through the illusions of the world, and is no longer attached to anything."

God-Chosen Alpaca: "What's there to be sad about? It'll be in public beta sooner or later anyway."

MC Mythology: "Waaah, leave some story for the kids!"

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Upon learning that Qin Yun was going to Sotha, Cawl to go with him.

He was also interested in the Pharos Beacon.

Cawl also persuaded an Adeptus Mechanicus fleet to join the operation, providing them with logistical support.

With Qin Yun in charge, the journey through Warp went exceptionally smoothly.

The group soon arrived at the Sotha.

Sotha was once a planet suitable for life to thrive, but now it is devoid of life.

The Tyranids plundered all the organic matter, leaving it as a bare stone sphere.

A damaged space station hangs alone high above the equator on the Sotha.

When Qin Yun and the others arrived at the space station

Upon receiving the message, the Scythes of the Emperor warriors were already lined up on the tarmac, waiting.

Even though they already knew that Scythes of the Emperor was on the verge of annihilation due to the Second Tyrannic War,

But when they actually appeared in front of them,

Only then can one truly realize just how difficult the situation of this Chapter really is.

Scythes of the Emperor has 13 warriors remaining.

Wearing Power Armour pieced together from different models of armor,

Many parts appear incompatible, but are forced into use after being polished.

"No wonder they are fellow sufferers, on par with those Lamenters; their plight is truly dire."

"Not even a complete Power Armour?"

"Oh, how pitiful, even the Gene-Seed has been contaminated. I really don't know what to do with this Chapter?"

"What can we do? We'll just have to rebuild it from Primaris."

Players were discussing the warriors of Scythes of the Emperor in the communication channel.

Qin Yun glanced at the helmet's specifications.

The air here is breathable, and although the temperature is low, it's bearable.

He took off his helmet, revealing his face.

The Chapter Master of the Scythes of the Emperor Theresian, looked at the noble face of the person before him and bowed slightly.

"I am the Chapter Master of the Scythes of the Emperor. Welcome, Living Saint of the Emperor."

The Scythes of the Emperor warriors behind Theresian also bowed in salute.

They had already obtained the relevant videos of the Macragge Festival and knew the identities of the visitors.

A sense of sorrow welled up in Theresian's heart at the thought of the Macragge Festival.

If it weren't for that humiliating secret, perhaps they could have met their Gene-Father.

Unfortunately, that's impossible now.

For the sake of the Chapter's honor, they must erase this stain.

Perhaps the Scythes of the Emperor Chapter will be disbanded.

But it's better than living on with shame and suspicion in everyone's eyes.

P. S.: I'll try to finish writing the remaining two chapters and post them together before 5 PM.