Two ships emerged from the Warp.
They were in an Imperial system, forty light-years from the system containing Saint George World.
As the armored shutters slowly lifted, Lu Jin could see a flash of purple beyond the command deck's viewport.
It was the color of the Eye of Terror.
Within the surrounding Imperial territory, this Warp Rift appeared as a strange astronomical phenomenon.
Perhaps because Great Ravager Abaddon had left the Eye of Terror to wage war, the system was under lockdown.
When two Imperial Navy warships detected the foreign vessels entering the system, they automatically verified their identities. As soon as they learned they were the Fierce Angels, they sounded the alarm.
Every orbital defense platform in the system trained its weapons on the Savage Fangs.
A holographic communication window appeared before Lu Jin.
"Renegades, leave this system."
The Navy captain pointed at Lu Jin's waist.
"Carrying a Rose Festival won't help you, Renegades."
"If I hadn't scanned it and found that this Rose Festival came from Inquisitor Bena, I would've already opened fire on you."
Lu Jin was about to speak when he saw a man in a ragged cloak approach the Navy captain from behind.
"They're carrying Bena's Rose Festival? Then they're our friends."
The man came to stand beside the captain.
"But the Fierce Angels and those registered Renegades aren't the same thing..."
"They are now."
After the captain fell completely silent, the man crossed his arms over his chest and gave Lu Jin the Aquila Salute.
Lu Jin returned the salute, then guessed that the man must be an Ecclesiarchy figure of considerable influence.
Otherwise, if someone dressed in rags spoke like that on a command deck, the guards would have dragged him out and beaten him senseless.
"I'm a shipboard priest from Saint George,"