"That man had left Macragge. I could feel his psychic presence fading. They were already able to use that Necron artifact normally. That was not good news."
"That abominable Necron creation—the symbol of those star vampires' slaves' successful rebellion—had actually fallen into human hands."
If Elina Vella could hear that voice, she would undoubtedly blurt out Oll Persson's name.
Ever since he had used her special passage to reach the surface of Macragge, he had vanished without a trace.
Yet the situation of this Perpetual agent, whose true name was John, was somewhat delicate now, because he was tied to a high-backed chair with ropes.
Before him stood an armored Word Bearer wrapped in robes.
It was this man who had pursued John relentlessly and finally caught up with him here.
Agent John tried to use his psychic abilities to free himself, but the psychic suppression collar around his neck limited most of his power. This Word Bearer had come prepared.
This Word Bearer warrior who called himself Narek had discovered John's trail shortly after he landed. After a chase and struggle, John had no choice but to let himself be bound.
"This is Macragge. God, how did a Word Bearer dare come here? The Ultramarines would tear you to pieces like madmen the moment they saw you."
"Why are you pursuing me so relentlessly? There is neither conflict nor enmity between us."
John tried to persuade Narek with words, but the other man remained unmoved.
"God? There are only false gods in the galaxy now."
Through those scarlet lenses, the Cabal agent saw a pair of eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
He tried to use his telepathic abilities to read the other man's mind, but it was useless. The collar's suppression of psychic power was even greater than