It's Open Once You Open It?

The Ninth Legion's battle barges, the Blood Angels Legion's Strike Cruiser.

"Did you hold it down!?"

"He's getting stronger! His strength seems even greater than during his usual training!"

"Quick! Turn off the chainsaw in his hand!"

"You two bald guys... I'm going to blast you apart!"

"Scatter them all!"

Listening to Amit, who was pinned down beneath them, still screaming even though he was exhausted, Raldoron and Azcalon felt a sense of inexplicable confusion.

"Damn it, what the hell is wrong with this guy?!"

"We're about to meet the Primarch, so why are there more and more unclean things within the Legion?"

Why is it always the Ninth Legion that suffers so many misfortunes?

Soon they would meet the Primarch, but the atmosphere within the Legion showed no signs of improvement, which greatly worried the two commanders.

What the Ninth Legion didn't know was that there was a reason why the Emperor decided not to let the Angel see his legion immediately.

On the one hand, it gives Sanguinius ample time to study, and on the other hand, it gives these Ninth Legion ghouls a chance to reform themselves.

Let them try to suppress it, and eventually eliminate their own blood-hunting deficiency.

(In fact, the Emperor had known about the existence of Black Rage for a long time.)

(After all, even Dora Cawl could eliminate the side effects, so even if he couldn't eliminate them at the time, he couldn't possibly know about the existence of Black Rage.)

(But you know, he never says it.)

(This terrified the Angel.)

Unfortunately, the Ninth Legion failed.

Not only are they unable to escape the influence of the blood, but they also tend to become increasingly entangled in it.

For some unknown reason, they even experience hallucinations of seeing the people around them as Horus.

Although the hallucination is currently very mild.

But who knows, maybe one day the illusion will engulf the entire legion?

Raldoron thought of the bald head in his hallucination, shining like Horus.

Well!

How could that bald guy be so mean!

After suppressing Amit for several minutes, Raldoron could feel that the reaction in his body seemed to be lessening.

". woke up?"

"Phew—what's wrong with me?"

Who knows?

Azcalon, standing beside him, punched his shoulder armor in an annoyed manner.

"You suddenly charged at us like a madman, and the chainsaw in your hand almost took us both with you."

"Haha, sorry, I don't know why this happened either."

He gave an awkward, forced laugh.

"Ah, thank you."

After disarming the opponent's Chainfist, Amit took the hand that Raldoron reached out and pulled himself up from the floor.

"Let's install it another time. We're heading to the vicinity of Colchis to meet the Primarch soon, and it's too dangerous right now."

"Hmph, Primarch? I don't care about Primarch or Primarch."

"If she's a coward, I'd love to break away from her and go it alone!"

Amit spat, showing his disdain for the Primarch's existence.

"Amit, what do you mean by this?"

Commander Raldoron expressed his dissatisfaction with Amit Primarch.

"What do you mean? You know that our Ninth Legion's Gene-seed can be used by both men and women. Don't you know what that means?"

"A woman!"

"Our Primarch was a woman!"

"Do you think she can keep our Ninth Legion in this fighting style?"

"Are they still just like the Third Legion 'Sons of the Emperor, always spouting nonsense about diplomacy and peace, but never daring to fight?"

As he spoke, Amit grinned widely, completely lacking in class.

The Ninth Legion is indeed adaptable to all genders, even to mutants whose mutation levels are not too high.

However, in such a brutal environment where the strong prey on the weak, only one in ten female warriors of the Grave Wardens Legion could survive.

Very few women could survive in such an extremely bloodthirsty environment.

Even when eligible young women on Terra undergo Gene-seed, more Imperium bureaucrats choose to classify women as either the Sons of the Emperor or the Iron Hands.

After all, the Grave Wardens Legion's infamy was simply too great.

"I don't care what you think, but we're about to meet the Primarch, and I hope that as the company commander of the Legion, you can show the Primarch a little more respect."

Raldoron continued to patiently persuade him.

Who cares?

"If the Primarch is still acting like a little girl who hasn't grown up, then don't blame me for turning against her!"

Snort!

Even if the Primarch possesses immense power, so what?

Amit showed disdain for the Primarch he was about to meet.

He would rather his Legion's Primarch be a ruthless, tough guy who could the Eleventh Purge.

He also didn't want to see the entire legion become effeminate like the Sons of the Emperor, spending every day thinking about how to improve their own painting and music skills!

He would rather his Primarch was an ugly, burly man with tubes inserted into the back of his head!

Instead of a woman rumored to have magnificent white feathered wings and hailed as the most beautiful woman in the entire Imperium, they became their Primarch!

Without the fighting spirit, how can the Ninth Legion contend with other legions in the Great Crusade? How can it stand firm in the brutal and fierce battles?

She will never, ever gain the approval of Amit "Flesh Tearer"!

At this point, there are still ten Terra days and nine Terra Standard Hour until [Flesh Tearer] Amit becomes the Angel's most loyal Tile Junior Brother.

The Pride of the Emperor

"Nephilim. What is that?"

"An extremely difficult Xenos civilization to deal with."

Kasgar explained, "The Sagan we see in the data is just one of the colonies controlled by this Xenos civilization."

"And all the human inhabitants on it are very likely already under the control of the Nephilim."

"Wait a moment. Commander Kasgar, please forgive my bluntness."

"I apologize for interrupting your speech, but there is no information in the existing Imperium database to support your point of view regarding anything you have said."

A Tech-priest appeared in front of the projection on the other side.

That was Adeptus Mechanicus from the 28th Expeditionary Fleet, who had been participating in meetings within the system.

Faced with Lorgar's speech, he, as a sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus, couldn't get a word in edgewise.

At this moment, upon hearing Kasgar mention a Xenos creature he had never encountered before, the Adeptus Mechanicus Sage stepped forward, puzzled, and spoke up.

The discovery of the Sagan star system, a nearby target galaxy for expeditions, is one of their research findings.

In their long-range observations of this planet, they found no evidence of any Xenos civilization existing in the atmosphere.

"This does not match your point of view, Commander Kasgar."

"Indeed. Under normal circumstances, what I'm saying would be nothing but nonsense."

Kasgar smiled and said, "But as a member of the Adeptus Mechanicus of our 28th Expeditionary Fleet, I think you should understand the absolute accuracy of my Prophecy."

The Nephilim were merely a prophecy of Kasgar.

But strangely enough, his predictions never failed.

"Real.?"

Sanguinius turned his head toward Fulgrim was standing to the side, somewhat incredulously.

As Primarch also possesses Psychic Power Prophecy, only Sanguinius knows just how powerful this ability is.

Countless possible scenarios would also flash through her mind.

The prophecy is very simple.

However, it is almost impossible to always choose the right path from prophecies.

With various illusions constantly appearing in his mind, Sanguinius couldn't possibly choose an absolutely correct prophecy from them.

(Even before he ultimately died at the hands of Horus, Sanguinius prophesied that he would die at Kabanhah, at the Battle of Terra, and at Angron. It wasn't until he finally fought his way up through all the ranks to face the final death prophecy—dying at Horus.)

Although the content of recent prophecies...

It would often turn into Horus whispering in her ear things she couldn't understand, like the thirty-and- Centaur gold ring and the Constellation Book.

"Although I am not very clear about the specific process of prophecy, Kasgar has never shown it to me."

"Fulgrim replied, his expression inexplicably somewhat dejected as he spoke."

"But his predictions about the future have never been wrong, and our Sons of the Emperor has always been able to turn misfortune into good fortune by relying on the content of his predictions."

That's how it is.

Sanguinius's expression towards Kasgar held a different hue.

I'll have to ask him for advice on how to control my Psychic Power prophetic abilities.

The Horus Prophecy Bombardment she is now experiencing is causing her great distress in her production and daily life.

When I close my eyes, all I can think of is the 30-year Centaur gold ring Constellation Book Constellation Book.

Who can withstand this?

Etc.

Suddenly, the scenery before Sanguinius' eyes changed dramatically.

Things have changed!

The content of the Psychic Power prophecy has suddenly changed!

Finally, he's no longer the Horus who kept shouting about the Centaur gold ring Constellation Book for thirty years!

It was a desolate scene, amidst a sea of Red Sand.

She saw a gladiator.

Besides

A demon, a red demon.

Although Sanguinius knew the Imperial Truth, he knew that there were no supernatural forces like demons in this world.

But in the prophecy, she seems to firmly believe that the other party is the devil.

And that demon came specifically for her.

Are they chasing after her?

Wait, it's not a chase, it's a pursuit?

Sanguinius didn't quite understand.

Is a demon pursuing her?

The prophetic images are incomprehensible, as strange as Horus, who kept shouting about the Centaur gold ring Constellation Book for thirty and a half years.

Perhaps Kasgar can glean the correct information from this prophecy.

Sanguinius thought to himself.

Of course, she couldn't possibly know that Kasgar couldn't make prophecies at all.

"Sanguinius?"

Awakening from the prophecy, the Angel realized that almost everyone's eyes were on her.

"Feel sorry."

She waved her hand gracefully, somewhat awkwardly, "Please continue."

"OK."

Kasgar nodded and continued.

"Perhaps some of you will find my blunt and unreasonable assertions strange."

"You may not believe it, but please remember what I'm about to say, it might be very useful."

"First of all, the planet we observed, called Sagan, is just a tiny tentacle of this vast Xenos kingdom that spans many star systems."

"The Nephilim also have their fleet that spans the entire universe, but this is not something they cannot handle."

"In fact, the firepower of our Combined Fleet can completely overwhelm the enemy."

Just kidding, this is the fleet of the Word Bearers.

You can say that Word Bearers, but you can never say that their strength on paper is weak!

During the Horus Heresy, the three Abyssal Fury and the two Gloriana-class terrifying strengths were not just empty words.

(Then they were all padded)

Even with only two Gloriana and a small Escort fleet, their Void Naval Battle capabilities are absolutely overwhelming.

He didn't even need to use the Pride of the Emperor.

"But our goal is not to destroy every world we see, but to make better use of them."

"Compared to naval warfare, their special combat and control capabilities on the planet's surface are what I'm most concerned about."

"These Xenos are often nearly twice the size of a normal Astartes, and are very similar to some kind of marine creature. And even though they seem to move extremely slowly, they can actually burst into extremely fast instantaneous movement."

"Their movement is like that of fish swimming in the air, darting and spinning, very slippery."

"As for weapons, these guys' Shrieking Pulse Weapon and the trembling chanting voices they make when they shriek will also have a Psychic Power attack effect on our side, so please be careful before you encounter them."

A detailed account of everything.

"The color of their bulky, flat bodies seemed to indicate the usual rank and status. Blue was the type of ordinary soldier; green played a role similar to Apothecary or squad sergeants."

"The one in gray is the captain."

Sanguinius had to admit that Kasgar's strategy did indeed seem somewhat unconventional.

This guy is different.

666, this one is Gui.

He revealed all the information about the Xenos he hadn't even met yet.

Even Horus, who was hailed as a strong contender for the next Warmaster, wouldn't be able to list all the information about the Xenos enemies they hadn't yet encountered before the battle even began.

Sanguinius had no doubt what a positive impact the future expeditionary campaign would have if Kasgar's prophecy were correct.

Unwittingly, Sanguinius' eyes began to shine.

It really is glowing.

"What I want to tell you now is the most crucial point: the Nephilim's ability to exploit and control humanity."

Kasgar stepped forward to provide commentary.

Everyone at the meeting listened intently to his speech.

He did not interrupt him because his words were baseless.

"The Nephilim feed on the life force of radiation, especially on humans and even other races that may possess Psychic Power."

Given that we are still in the Imperial Truth stage, Kasgar must constantly control himself and avoid saying anything he shouldn't.

"As for the meaning of the life force radiated, it is—faith."

Belief.

Speaking of this, Lorgar is no longer sleepy.