The Scythes' Secret

Qin Yun sized up the Scythes of the Emperor Chapter Master, Theresian, standing before him.

The other person's face was marked by the hardships of life.

Rough skin, covered with numerous scars.

A shocking crisscrossing wound ran across his entire face.

The point of intersection is the whitish eyeball.

Behind Theresian, the warriors of the Scythes of the Emperor strained to stand upright.

The intention was to present the best spiritual image to the Living Saint.

They were wearing Xenos trophies.

Bones, teeth, and faded chitinous shells, etc.

A soldier holds a flag with a design of two crossed sickles tightly in his hand.

The Second Tyrannic War destroyed the homeworld of the Scythes of the Emperor Chapter.

They lost most of the Chapter's assets, leaving them with only two companies of soldiers.

After the Kraken Zerg fleet was defeated, the Second Tyrannic War came to an end.

They refused the Imperium's supplies and also refused to train new soldiers.

In the ensuing, relentless and brutal battles, their numbers dwindled.

Now, only 13 soldiers remain.

Many Imperium powers are curious about why they did this!

They are unwilling to rebuild, nor are they willing to accept supplies from the Imperium!

Unfortunately, the Scythes of the Emperor never responds.

The others were helpless and could only watch them march toward their doom.

Qin Yun said, "Chapter Master Theresian, thank you for your welcome."

"I cannot refuse Living Saint," Theresian said. "Your words are the Emperor's will."

"Loyalty deserves reward. Tell me about Sotha," Qin Yun asked.

"Come this way. The space station also has Strategic Command that is still operational, which will give you a clearer view of the situation in Sotha."

Theresian invited Qin Yun and the others to enter the space station.

There are also some ordinary people on the space station who serve the Scythes of the Emperor Chapter.

Along the way, you could even see several Tech-Priest with their Servitor repairing damaged parts of the space station.

Mars flew out, accompanied by a hissing sound.

They patched up the space station, showing how scarce resources were.

"They are all survivors from Sotha, and they came back here with us hoping to be buried in Sotha one day."

Theresian introduced the ordinary people to Qin Yun and his group.

They are all pitiful people who have lost their hometowns, like souls with lingering attachments, hoping to be buried in their hometowns one day.

"There's a strange sense of melancholy about this," Little Fatty muttered. "Is there going to be some angst in this storyline?"

September Nine shook her head. "That shouldn't be the case. Sotha has sentinels left behind by the Tyranids, Necron Construct guarding the Pharos Beacon, and a half-dead C'tan. Where would they get a knife?"

"I think you guys should stop jinxing things," the Little Alpaca, a Sisters of Battle, stopped the Little Fatty from continuing. "Don't let the good things come true and the bad things come true instead."

"Look at these," the Spiky Hair pointed to a wall, "These claw marks must have been left by Tyranid."

After being reminded by the Spiky Hair, the players looked around.

We saw many traces left by biological weapons.

Puncture, acid corrosion, teeth biting, claw scratching, it has everything.

"You can tell that the fight was really fierce back then."

Little Fatty reached out and touched the marks.

It's speculated how many Tyranids would be needed to leave these traces.

The Machine Spirit in the Strategic Command was awakened, emitting a tired and powerless sound.

The machinery here is quite old and has been around for many years.

The Wetware of the Cogitators arranged on the wall trembled in the nutrient solution.

As the indicator lights flickered, the projection device emitted a buzzing sound.

The light danced, outlining the shape of the Sotha, and capturing some of the images.

Everything on the Sotha was looted.

The area that was once ocean has become a dry basin.

The stripped-out land reveals a dried-up hydrological network and spiderweb-like mountain ranges.

It's like a precise geological model of a planet, devoid of any life.

"We have been hunting down those abhorrent enemies ever since the end of the Second Tyrannic War."

"Every time they plunder a planet, they leave behind some sentinels to continue providing coordinates or intelligence to the Hive Mind."

"Therefore, Sotha also has sentries left behind by the Hive Fleet Kraken, which is the first enemy we will face."

"Where is Pharos?" Cawl asked in a mechanical voice.

Theresian's rotating projection illuminated a lonely mountain.

"Pharos is here, next to the former Watch Fortress of the Scythes of the Emperor's Scythe."

"We have been guarding the Pharos Beacon until the arrival of the Swarm."

The predecessor of the Scythes of the Emperor Chapter was the 199th Company of the Ultramarines Legion – the Shield-Bearers.

During the Horus Heresy, Warp Storm raged, and Loyalists were scattered across various regions.

Guilliman commissioned the loyal and Iron Warriors Barabbas Dantioch to repair the Pharos Beacon.

Using Xenos technology to guide Imperium ships through the Warp.

Dantioch was also a legendary Imperium hero.

He was born into the Iron Warriors Legion, and like Primarch Perturabo, he came from Olympia.

During the Great Crusade, he commanded the 51st Expeditionary Fleet, as well as several Iron Warriors Battalions, including the 14th Grand Battalion.

He was a Warsmith and a member of Perturabo's Trident.

They are responsible for providing advice or suggestions to the Primarch.

During the battle against the Hrud, they were attacked by the enemy's entropy decay weapons.

His main camp suffered heavy casualties, and the Auxilia were completely wiped out.

He himself aged rapidly from his prime to the point where he needed an armor-like life support system to survive.

When Perturabo accused him of incompetence, he angrily questioned him in return.

Why be so stupid as to start this war?!

Why do you repeatedly ignore advice?

They insist on stubbornly going their own way!

The Emperor clearly didn't make the Iron Warriors do such a thankless and arduous task.

They simply wanted to gain control of this star system.

The Primarch, however, always sought to prove his worth in the most tragic way.

Perturabo, enraged by being humiliated,

He was immediately dismissed from Dantioch post, exiled, and all his achievements and name were erased.

He was ordered to wear a mask and never show his true face again.

For veterans who value honor, this is undoubtedly the cruelest punishment.

Perturabo saw this as an opportunity.

Dantioch led his remaining troops away from the IV Legion.

Head to the edge of the Milky Way to complete the Primarch's final task.

Go and conquer your own land of exile.

During the Horus Heresy,

Dantioch swore allegiance to the Emperor and dealt a heavy blow to the rebels who intended to take over his territory.

Later, Dantioch arrived in Ultramar and assisted Guilliman in repairing the Pharos Beacon.

This was a very wise decision.

As the Pharos Beacon was lit, many Imperium Loyalists lost in the Warp arrived at Ultramar.

Among them were Lion El'Jonson Johnson, the Primarch of the Dark Angels of the First Legion, Sanguinius, the Primarch the IX Legion.

The three Primarch, taking into account that Horus had killed the Emperor,

He decided to establish Second Imperium and vowed to take revenge on all traitors.

In the process, Dantioch gained the recognition of other loyal legions.

Later, the traitorous Night Lord launched an invasion of Sotha.

Dantioch fought valiantly and, with the help of reinforcements, finally defeated the Night Lord.

But he too succumbed to exhaustion during the war and died in the arms of his own brother.

Afterwards, Guilliman removed the mask that Dantioch had used to humiliate him.

The Imperium vows to remember this hero.

He was posthumously recognized as the 'Warden of the Pharos'.

The Shield-Bearers also received the double-scythe banner in the Battle of Sotha and Shield-Guard Oath.

He vowed to guard the Pharos Beacon and the relics of Dantioch.

During the Third Founding, this company became known as the Scythes of the Emperor.

"The Tyranids are humanity's greatest enemy, and you have done an excellent job." Qin Yun nodded.

"This is simply our duty," Theresian said.

"We will head to the Pharos Beacon and take it back from the Xenos."

Qin Yun reached out and swiped the projection.

"It shouldn't take too much time."

"Please take us with you," Theresian pleaded.

"Okay, go and change into a set of Power Armour. We brought quite a few with us."

Qin Yun did not refuse, but his voice carried a hint of sadness.

The hero has chosen his final song, so he should not be stopped.

"We don't need it, this equipment is fine," Theresian refused.

Qin Yun patiently said, "This journey is fraught with danger. If this hero were to meet his end here, I hope he could retain his dignity and honor."

"The Magos of Cawl will provide you with brand new Power Armour, and you can paint it with your favorite Scythes of the Emperor pattern."

"In the name of the Emperor Living Saint, I will not allow you to refuse this order."

Theresian looked at Qin Yun,

He noticed the other person's incredibly deep eyes.

It contains the wisdom of the entire universe, and carries a touch of sadness and compassion.

It seemed the other party already knew their secret.

After a moment of eye contact, Theresian gave in.

The other party issued the order in the name of the Emperor; if he disobeyed, he would be showing contempt for the Emperor.

With the help of the accompanying Adeptus Mechanicus members, the change of clothes was completed quickly.

They spray-painted the same double scythe pattern onto the surface of the Power Armour.

After completing the preparations and finalizing the action plan,

Qin Yun and his group traveled to the surface of Sotha by gunboat.

Head to the Fortress-Monastery of the Scythes of the Emperor Chapter.

There is a road leading to the interior of the Pharos Beacon.

Xi Ling followed them down.

After all, only she could reverse engineer the technology of the Necron.

Without her, this mission cannot be completed.

Cawl created an exquisite mechanical body for her.

She can remotely control and store her mental clones.

Xi Ling was overjoyed to have a body, jumping and skipping around.

Qin Yun had to issue several orders, requiring her to stay by his side and not to wander off.

The gunboat successfully reached the magnificent Fortress-Monastery.

There was nothing left there, only bare rocks; the Tyranids had devoured everything.

As Qin Yun and his group headed towards the Fortress-Monastery

Some Tyranid emerged from the shadows and attacked them.

They were numerous, but faced with the players' fierce firepower...

They were quickly driven to despair and fled back to the shadows.

"Is that all these bugs are capable of? This mission is a piece of cake."

Little Fatty controlled the brand-new Exoskeleton Armor, unleashing a barrage of firepower at the Swarm, tearing them to shreds.

Unlike Warmaster and Ten-Timer, who went to raise favorability with various Chapter, this approach differed.

Little Fatty always hangs around Cawl, acting as the Archmagos's loyal little lapdog.

After helping Cawl complete several tasks,

The other party then helped him modify an exoskeleton mecha.

It was equipped with various destructive weapons.

Some of these techniques are even prohibited by the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Cawl "kindly" helped the Little Fatty put it on.

The only price is that each time you go back, you have to give Cawl the data log and battle footage.

"We've really hit the jackpot."

Little Fatty was unaware that his thoughts coincided with Cawl's.

Otherwise, he would have to sigh at the unspoken understanding between the two of them.

Imperium forces successfully entered the former Fortress-Monastery of Scythes of the Emperor.

Just when everyone thought everything was going well,

A Genestealer Patriarch, with an exaggerated, mountain-like size, emerged from the darkness.

It was followed by a huge number of Genestealers.

A dense swarm of Genestealers surrounded Qin Yun and his group.

The vast majority of them are purebred, with a Rending Claw emanating from their claws, capable of easily ripping through metal.

Clearly, they deliberately let Qin Yun and the others in.

The idea was to use the cramped combat environment inside the fortress to limit their firepower, so as to eliminate them in one fell swoop.

With a shriek from the gene patriarch,

The Genestealers howled and surged toward the players like a tidal wave.

"Kill, for the Emperor!" Little Fatty controlled the exoskeleton to unleash its power.

Dense lasers and explosive bombs tore swathes of enemies apart.

"Feel the power of the Warp!" Ten-Timer shouted.

The psionic flames expanded rapidly from him, igniting the Xenos monsters that rushed towards him.

The battle was extremely fierce, and the fighting quickly escalated to a fever pitch.

The warriors of the Scythes of the Emperor fought their way through and surrounded the Genestealer Patriarch.

"It was you who led the Swarm to Sotha."

Theresian looked at the Genestealer Patriarch, his eyes burning with a raging rage called Revenge.

He picked up his Bolter and tried to fire at the other man.

However, he merely held it up without pulling the trigger.

The same applies to other Scythes of the Emperor warriors.

Theresian's face showed despair.

"Even nerve-suppressing devices aren't working?"

Are we destined to bear this shame until our demise?

The secret that had been kept hidden was revealed.

Members of the Scythes of the Emperor Chapter were unable to fire at the Genestealing Chieftain.

Simply because their blood is contaminated.

The will of Tyranid is stopping them.

"Well!!"

"Go, in the name of the Emperor, and seek Revenge."

Qin Yun sighed upon seeing this scene.

A divine power emanated from him.

Injected into the body of the Scythes of the Emperor warrior.

Theresian felt as if he had broken free from his restraints.

He tried to pull the trigger again.

Bang!

The Bolter roared, and flashes of fire appeared at the muzzle.

The bomb struck the body of the Genestealer Patriarch.

It let out a painful howl.

Those yellow eyes revealed a hint of disbelief.

They all bear the marks of blessing; how could you shoot at them?!

"Kill it," Theresian shouted.