A single Chapter of the Shadow of Order saved Taran

Wilshire was battling a powerful Devil behind the gate when she suddenly saw the mistress of the Golden Fleet walk into the darkness.

His throat bobbed, and the amplifier in his breathing grille emitted a deep, well-like sound.

"Ms. Sangre!"

The loud shout rang in Sangre's ears, and she stopped in her tracks, looking around blankly.

A jewel-like star appeared before her, accompanied by a melodious, exotic tune.

The flute's piercing Shriek, the drumbeats like Thunder—

Sangre strolled forward, leisurely enjoying the song and dance.

Wilshire frowned; Sangre was clearly influenced by that Devil.

The Priest of Light glanced again at the enormous, evil figure. Baben Falk had already stepped into the Dark Gate, and I could not kill him under the interference of the Devil.

Now, there is only one choice.

"Notarize!"

Golden light surged around Wilshire as he stamped the seal onto the Saturnine Terminator armor.

"Purification Halo!"

The "Priest of Light" was immediately bathed in gold, which spread outwards layer by layer, instantly touching Sangre's body.

Sangre stopped in her tracks, and one after another, the deep stars around her exploded with a bang.

Light and darkness tug and tear at each other, intertwining and swirling.

She could neither see the mysterious and alluring myriad stars, nor the path she had come from.

Sangre narrowed her eyes, speaking aloud while whispering in her mind, "Where are you?"

There was still an endless Silence. For the first time in over a century, the Brainy Cat that had accompanied her had completely lost contact with her.

She gazed at the stars around her, which suddenly rose and then shattered.

A chill crept up her spine; she couldn't find any way out.

"Ms. Sangre!"

A warm voice dispelled the chill, and a huge figure suddenly burst into view.

A sacred and pure light emanated from him, and the darkness receded like a tide.

"Mr. Wilshire."

"Ms. Sangre, we must close the gate."

Sangre nodded, enveloped in a golden halo, her vision returned to the passage.

Inside the pitch-black gate, the Devil stood like a shadow behind Falk, facing the two of them, his outstretched black wings obscuring Falk's path.

His eyes, filled with malice, shot out a cold, sharp glint like a razor.

Sangre had no doubt that without the protection of the Holy Light of the Sacred Word Psyker, she would have been killed by the powerful Devil.

[No, without him, I would have been lost in the Devil's temptations of a thousand stars.]

Sangre looked at Wilshire beside her; he was leaning forward as if wading through mud.

His steps were heavy, his combat boots thumping on the ground.

With each step he took forward, there was a noticeable pause, which she could perceive with her naked eye.

Despite the difficulty, Wilshire did not truly stop; he walked slowly but steadily forward until he finally reached the gate.

A halo seeped through the door, and Falk, who was stepping forward, suddenly sensed something.

He turned abruptly, and the Devil's body swirled around, facing the two of them.

Sangre stared at Falk, whose body had grown increasingly massive, now towering two heads taller than Wilshire beside him.

His body was once again covered in armor, which resembled the Tyrant-pattern Terminator in style, but was covered in strange fish scales.

Wilshire raised his arms and grabbed the door tightly.

Bang!

The black door slammed shut.

Darkness engulfed Baben Falk.

The golden light gradually faded away.

The Communication Bead in Sangre's ear crackled as a flood of Sonic Array communication messages poured into her ear.

Lord Captain, the "Iron Warriors" fleet has retreated completely, and the "Shadow of Order" and the Taran have reoccupied Sapphire City and other surface cities.

The Shadow of the Emperor suddenly emerged from the shadows of Malad, attempting to intercept the Iron Blood.

The "Iron Warriors" fully utilized its fleet's numerical and firepower advantages to break through the "Raven Guard's" blockade, and the Iron Blood has already warped away from the Taran System.

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While listening to the Vox Master's report, Sangre glanced at Wilshire beside her.

Unexpectedly, it was Wilshire who ultimately saved Taran.

The Imperial Fists fleet was the strongest, yet it rigidly and inflexibly carried out Rogal Dorn Dorn's orders, leaving prematurely and in a dismal fashion.

Corvus Corax is the only Primarch of his side to participate in the war, but the number of "Raven Guard" is the smallest, far less than that of the Second Legion of "Imperial Fists" and "Shadow of Order".

Who could have imagined that the proud Dark Angels would pave the way for the Shadow of Order?

When Perturabo's son encountered Sons of Nimrod, he retreated immediately.

Sangre gazed at the black gate before her. Putting everything else aside, only Wilshire, the Imperium's foremost master of the Sanctic, could close and seal this gate.

Unexpectedly, one of the Chapter from "Shadow of Order" saved Taran.

Suddenly, the words spoken by the Nimrod- appointed Rogue Trader flashed through her mind when she was drinking tea with Lewis von Valancius in the terraced sky garden of the Council of Terra Imperial Palace Council Hall.

"Ms. Sangre, if you wish to collaborate with a Primarch, Lord Nimrod is the best choice."

"He surpasses all Primarch; his legions are numerous and skilled in all tactics and strategies."

[Perhaps I really should meet this Primarch who rivals Horus Lupercal.]

The Golden Fleet suffered heavy losses, especially the three hundred Ultramarines aboard the Eagle's Talon, all of whom perished in the battle against Falk's 126th Battalion.

Having lost this powerful force, she was no longer able to venture deeper into the dangerous Molay the Veil.

As Sangre's thoughts raced, Wilshire gazed at the black gate.

He could sense that although the black gate of evil was temporarily closed, it was still a gate leading to the realm of depravity and heresy.

The Devil lurking within are still spying on this world, yearning to break into it.

Suddenly, a golden light reappeared in the "Priest of Light's " eyes. The golden light rapidly expanded, transforming into two miniature Sun.

"The malevolent aura emanating from this gate is even more overwhelming and evil than that of Tovendis in the ' Great Maelstrom'— "

Just as the Astropath had said, it felt larger than the Black Stars, even like Warp Storm itself.

I cannot act rashly; failure could even destroy the Taran that my Lord has given me.

He collected his thoughts and spoke to Sangre.

"Madam, we should leave now."

Where is this gate?

"My Honor Guard will remain to prevent anyone from approaching, and I will find a way to deal with him later."

Three days later, after a series of meetings, Wilshire was finally able to escape from his heavy workload and pray to the Black Emperor.

He knelt in the black mist and began to report.

"My lord, during the recapture of Taran, the Second Legion suffered only 249 casualties in the battle against the 126th Battalion of the Iron Warriors."

"Lord Corax left yesterday; his plan was to harass the Warmaster's army."

--Barben Falk disappeared behind the gate.

Wilshire bowed his head. "I failed to kill him before he fell into heresy. May my lord punish me."

"Don't blame yourself. Falk is the most knowledgeable about the Mystery of the Warp among the Iron Warriors, even surpassing his father," said Alpharius's avatar.

In his memory, Perturabo's assessment was the one he frankly told Honsou ten thousand years after his ascension to the demon realm.

Such high praise is enough to demonstrate Falk's profound understanding of the Mystery of Warp.

[Is Baben Falk still connected to the Devil entity?]

In Nimrod's memory, Falk had come into contact with Devil entities in the Aeldari tombs deep within Idris, so much so that afterwards, when Frix addressed him by his name, he replied, "I no longer use that name; I am merely a Warsmith."

[Falk will likely ascend to the rank of Daemon Prince, just as I remember.]

In his memory, during the late forty-first millennium, in the "Second War for the Heart of Hydra," Falk destroyed the Imperial Fists's Fortress and stole a large number of Gene-seed, thus ascending to madness.

"It's not necessarily a bad thing for him to run away; it's yet another ceremonial goal for his advancement to 'Fallen Count'."

Hmm—I achieved great success in Taran with minimal cost, and Governor Drasallius did not die at the last moment of hope due to Alpha agent's plot.

Nimrod gathered his thoughts and gave the order.

"Leave behind the necessary forces, then launch an attack on Barbarus."

"Follow Your will."

The black mist engulfed Wilshire, Alpharius, in his avatar, rose randomly, took a step, and returned to the Palace of Lox in Olympia.

Temple.

He gazed at the two crystal coffins. "Perturabo, we will meet again in Terra."