Chapter 402 The Value of the Legend Is Still Increasing

Wandering Port, which was already a famous cold trade and black market trade distribution center in the Calixis Sector, the last supply point for explorers heading to the Kronos Expanse and the Abyss, and the last stable Imperial Navy forward base before the "Big Mouth", has now been given the name of a "holy place".

Although observers from various forces are very uneasy and puzzled, the Imperial State Church, which usually carries out large-scale crackdowns and even public burning of heretics for spontaneous pilgrimages that have not been verified and approved by them, and the Inquisition, which often pays close attention to such incidents, have maintained a very suspicious silence on this.

It is said that Terra and Saturn may temporarily mean that "for the sake of public order stability, effectively reducing rumors and the personal safety of the imperial people, there is no need to make the matter known to everyone."

After investigation, those "general restaurant operators" who looked like Astartes monks without power armor were also registered under the name of the Kalosini Dynasty as "service personnel content of the ancient confidentiality contract". If people traced back to this previously unknown dynasty, they would be surprised to find that this dynasty not only had a business license issued by the throne itself, but also that its lineage had never been cut off in 10,000 years, and was even well-organized and traceable.

In addition, their family seemed to like to go to the distant frontier star regions of the galaxy to adventure and make money, which resulted in the fact that it would take a lot of time, energy, manpower and money to verify the footprints of each generation of the family head.

The joint discussion meetings of the Navy, the Ministry of Justice and the Chamber of Commerce that were originally held frequently in the central fortress also quietly became held once in a long time and quickly adjourned with the conclusion that "there is nothing special today".

In fact, there have been more than one time - many times, when pilgrims, explorers or visitors with other missions who are unaware or do not know what kind of living miracle they are about to witness see the extraordinary creations that appear in the Court of the Dead Square in the center of the long and tall multi-layered trade corridor in Wandering Port - they usually have strong emotional fluctuations and cause some turmoil around them.

But usually the degree and scope of this turmoil are still good, and it can be suppressed in a short time.

The worse and more lasting turmoil is generally smaller in scale, but the movement may be large.

For example, once when an angry Ecclesiarch declared that it was impossible for the "Black Angel of the God-Emperor" to be here, in a shop full of blasphemy, speculation and adventurers, and turned a blind eye to the sins here, just praying and allowing any creature willing to enter the store to shop - such as the giggling alien who told him about this for fun - to touch and touch their sacred war armor and pure weapons, and took a charter flight to come here to break this lie and preach generously.

The poor priest was taken to the Court of the Dead and saw with his own eyes a pair of obviously Dark Eldar mercenaries, probably brothers and sisters, who handed a full bag of throne coins to the clerk at the door, and then swaggered in to "taste" the three noble and resolute Emperor Champions praying devoutly in the center of the store for about 20 standard Terra points, and finally two of them couldn't help but draw their swords and the priest was about to faint from anger.

The damned pointy-eared aliens were finally beaten by an Astartes monk who rushed over after hearing the news, and then dragged away.

It's not that the two dark Eldar didn't resist, but the moment the monk appeared, the two aliens both let out an extremely terrifying wail, and then immediately fled in different directions after throwing all the weapons they could throw at him - of course, this attempt failed 10 seconds later.

Because - this "Emperor's Angel of Death" can fly like the angels in the pictures.

The lucky ones who witnessed the whole process here that day swore solemnly that they saw the angel grow invisible wings on his back and catch up with the fleeing aliens. The two hateful pointy-eared aliens were no match for him.

As for the true identity of this mysterious, helmeted Astartes, no one knows it so far. In theory, the color of the power armor and the shoulder armor paint can easily distinguish them in the eyes of people with relevant knowledge - after all, this is one of the purposes of using armor paint, but his paint, at least in the nearby star region, is unrecognizable, and those symbols seem to be in line with the habits of the Astartes Order.

All people know is that he has never taken off his helmet in front of anyone, nor has he said anything that can be caught by mortal ears.

But those very suspicious tall warriors in the "Holy Communion" place (or, "Delicious and Nutritious" restaurant) and the Emperor Champions of the "Holy Torch" (or, the light-polluted neon signboard of the Silver Masked Floating Equipment Royal Store) seem to respect him very much, especially the latter. When this Astartes Brother appeared for the first few times, the Emperor Champions wearing golden laurel crowns suddenly burst into enthusiasm and wanted to stick to him, which made people in the square at that time amazed.

Of course, the old folks passing by Istvaan III who were watching this show in the restaurant on the other side also had their opinions on it.

For example, a comment from a Moon Wolf with sea-green eyes and wearing a silver-edged training uniform of the same color was "Why do they feel like a group of lost cubs finally saw their father coming home from hunting and then desperately shook their short tails" and "I still want to say, can't the cheating point-to-point teleportation function that our dear cousins ​​of 'White Rise' use every time they come here really be popularized in our power armor?!"

Then, Torgadon, who was not holding his chin firmly, was hit on the head by Locke's slap.

"Show some respect to these sons of Dorne, Torgaddon! Haven't you read about their heroic deeds of each generation?! Respect!"

"I have read it, and I admit that they fulfilled their mission so loyally, but there is something in it that makes me shudder." Moon Wolf turned his sea-green eyes to his flaxen-haired companion, "Do you want to say that you didn't? You are more perceptive than me, Garvel."

"..."

"Okay, okay, I admit that their deeds are too heavy, which makes me always want to talk about them in a light tone to dispel the haze. So let's think about how to get other functions of his armor."

"That may be a bit difficult." Loken sighed. "In fact, the master of the armory sent me an inquiry letter, asking if I am willing to participate in the test of the new model."

"Why? It feels worthwhile to get this equipment just by participating in the test of those Om Messiah believers."

"According to Master Decima's description, the organic components in this equipment may be less than that of a dreadnought. Are you sure?"

Torgadon shuddered, and an incredible look appeared in his eyes.

"That is to say... but he looks... this flexibility and feeling..."

"So don't ask too much. When you are on vacation, you should go to the simulation training ground and the fighting pit of the Desert Ark more often, Tariq."

They were talking in the restaurant and didn't notice that a passing girl looked at them curiously and blinked her eyes in amazement and admiration.