The Greatest Honor of Mortals Is to Nourish the Gods

884.M30.

The Pelesa System.

The 11th Chapter's fleet translated out from Mandeville Point. On the bridge of the Son of Vostonia, Per Koschelny studied the hololithic projection.

The Nephilim's egg-shaped warships drew close to their line, almost rolling through the void.

"My lord," the Vox Master's voice rang out, "we're receiving a hololithic image. It's human."

"Continue mustering." During the voyage through the Warp, Per had read the information on the Nephilim issued by the Black Emperor, and had already guessed at their methods.

The "Baron of Corruption," skilled at exploiting rules, decided to give the Nephilim a chance to perform while the Chapter fleet used the opportunity to complete its muster.

He strode toward the hololithic platform.

"Connection established," the Tech Sergeant reported. "The hololithic projection is weak, but the audio is clear and complete."

From the data issued by the Black Emperor, Per already knew that the Nephilim possessed unique attainments in sound waves.

The language the Nephilim used to communicate among their own kind was unusually piercing, its upper registers even reaching ultrasonic bands. Even Astartes could hardly distinguish or hear it.

Per had just stepped onto the hololithic platform when light bloomed.

The figures were blurred, but he could barely make out that all five were human.

"Human brethren, please leave at once," one of them said.

"There is nothing here that requires your interference."

"You have been usurped. Xenos have built a filthy temple here, and the life essence of countless people has been stolen." Per's voice was cold.

"Wake up. You should not foolishly continue your loyalty."

The image of the figures suddenly became clear. Per could see the devout expressions on the five faces as they spoke in unison.

"No! They are angels. They teach us!"

"We serve them devoutly!"

"They feed on