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“It's hard to imagine that I could see such a grand sight outside of Terra.”

After passing through the manor gate, Xafen and his group strolled along the garden avenue, heading towards the main building at a leisurely pace.

This was the manor used by successive Epimeteus Governors to entertain foreign guests, with vast lawns and flowerbeds between the gate and the main building.

To the right of the entrance was a sea of flowers interwoven with red and white.

The deep red dahlias were made even more conspicuous by the milky white irises, and the bright red buds shimmered in the artificial sunlight.

“Without a doubt, the Blood Angels would love this setting.” Xafen and the warriors accompanying him exchanged words in low voices, their eyes sweeping over the Space Marines standing beside the flowerbed.

The four wore MK3 pattern power armor, painted in dark red with some gold trim, reinforced rivets on the metal arc of their right shoulder, the symbol of the Blood Angels sprayed on their left shoulder, the sergeant veteran's identification mark fixed on their right knee, and the pattern of the "277th Company" sprayed on their left knee.

The Blood Angels Chapter has more than 300 companies, and the further back the company number, the more the company's mission is inclined towards logistics work.

These four Blood Angels had the marks of sergeant veterans, but belonged to the 277th Company, which meant that they were veterans of at least three hundred years, and due to their old age and declining physical functions, they were transferred to the logistics company to do relatively easy work.

As experienced veterans, their nerves were as hard and cold as steel, so why would they stop in front of a sea of red and white flowers?

With curiosity, Xafen slowed down and lingered behind the four Blood Angels.

Following the Blood Angels' line of sight to the sea of flowers, Xafen and his companions couldn't help but praise in a low voice.

In front of the flowerbed stood an information board with the words "Blood Angels Flowerbed" written on it.

Standing in front of this sign, visitors could see a pattern made of dahlias, which was the symbol of the Blood Angels Chapter.

This design, which used red flowers as pixels, immediately captured the hearts of the four Blood Angels veterans, attracting them to stop and observe, unable to recover for a long time.

“This Governor Wilsi is a creative person.” Xafen and his companions smiled. “Lank, do you think Wilsi will arrange the same artwork for us Word Bearers?”

“I think he will. We might as well take a walk around the manor, maybe we can find works related to the Word Bearers soon.” A complex look appeared in the eyes of the Word Bearer named Lank, with both anticipation and a hint of sadness.

The Word Bearers remembered that humiliating scene.

Their perfect city was destroyed.

In the ruins, their gene-father was forced to kneel to Roboute Guilliman, the primarch of the Ultramarines Chapter.

The man they once regarded as a god gave them a merciless denial.

Leno Wilsi could use the culture of the Blood Angels to please the warriors of that chapter, but he must not use the past beliefs of the Word Bearers to please the Word Bearers, because the latter had been abandoned by this empire and had become dust and waste paper in history.

“I'm a little curious, what kind of works will Wilsi arrange for us? After all, we are now out of step with the past…”

Xafen whispered as he walked, and the atmosphere of the squad became a little depressed.

They passed more than a dozen carefully arranged works of art in turn: sculptures, flowerbeds, fountains, fireworks displays, and silent anvils.

Each object was related to a trade delegation.

Finally, in the vine-covered corridor near the main building, the Word Bearers found the work that the governor had arranged for them.

The vines twisted together like giant snakes, weaving a verdant dome.

Countless parchment scrolls hung from the ends of the tendrils, and the thin, cicada-winged scrolls rustled softly in the wind.

Sunlight scattered golden spots from the gaps in the vines, and the parchment scrolls swayed in the light, a sacred and serene atmosphere lingering in the corridor.

Such a unique layout made the four Word Bearers slightly恍惚(huǎng hū, distracted), and their eyes trembled.

“The atmosphere here reminds me of Lord Aurelian's library.”

“I remember there was such a corridor in the largest garden of the Perfect City.”

“Maybe we should take some photos and let the brothers appreciate Wilsi's work.”

“Yes, that's what I was thinking.”

Xafen was about to put on his helmet and take photos with the built-in scanner when he suddenly noticed that there were words on some of the parchment scrolls, so he hung the helmet back on his waist and walked over.

Most of the parchment scrolls were blank, and a few had a few lines of text.

Xafen pinched a scroll and gently unfolded it.

The words on the scroll were written in a special ink that would decompose in the sunlight.

Their colors were fading rapidly, just like the Word Bearers' lost past.

Before the words disappeared completely, Xafen read out the contents:

“The chains of praise are stronger than the shackles of punishment,

“Because those bound by chains will kiss every link,

“And call it a sacred pattern.” (Note 1)

“Hiss——————”

Xafen and his three companions took a long breath of cold air.

“This seems to be some kind of prophecy, a bit like our style. However, I don't remember that we have such a sentence in our past works.”

Xafen murmured in a low voice, his brows tightened, staring at the blank scroll, carefully thinking about the deep meaning of this prophecy.

Lank found another parchment scroll with text in the corridor.

Just like the previous one, the text on the scroll was disappearing, the difference was that the content of the current parchment scroll was a question.

“If the chains are forged and kissed by your own hands,

“Should you call it a sacred emblem,

“Or a prison without visible shackles?”

Lank read out the question on the parchment scroll, his expression a little dignified:

“Xafen, this question seems to be connected to the prophecy just now.”

Lank recalled it and repeated the contents of the two parchment scrolls:

“The chains of praise are stronger than the shackles of punishment, because those bound by chains will kiss every link and call it a sacred pattern.

“If the chains are forged and kissed by your own hands, should you call it a sacred pattern, or a prison without visible shackles?”

“Bang!” A loud bang.

Xafen and Lank were startled and turned their heads to look at their companion at the entrance of the corridor.

The Word Bearer warrior was wearing gloves made of ceramite and leather. He punched the pillar, his face with bulging veins, his face twisted, as if he was enduring some kind of pain.

“Huff, huff…” His breathing was as heavy as an ox, and his two hearts and three lungs under his breastplate beat violently.

“Nabil, what's wrong?” Xafen asked with concern.

The Space Marine named Nabil said in a hoarse voice:

“It… it's restless.”

“It? Are you talking about…” the demon in our body?

Xafen didn't say the second half of the sentence, but everyone present knew what he was referring to.

“Yes.” Nabil nodded with difficulty, supporting himself on the pillar and sitting down on the spot. He was covered in sweat, trying to calm his rapid breathing, his heart filled with confusion:

“Isn't it sleeping? Why was it awakened? Is it because of the prophecies on these parchment scrolls? Are they the new shackles we put on ourselves?”

The low words lingered in the corridor, and the four Word Bearers were silent for a while.

They used to praise the Emperor, regarding him as the only true god in this world, but the Emperor rejected their faith with cold actions.

The Word Bearers' gene-father, Lorgar Aurelian, therefore fell into confusion, until he found the true gods in the "Eye of Terror" and offered them his soul and loyalty.

This action was undoubtedly taking off the shackles of the past and putting on new ones, and euphemistically calling it "sacred patterns."

“Brothers, we have no way out.” Xafen was the first to break free from the thoughts brought about by the prophecy, and said in a deep voice:

“We have witnessed the truth of the world and seen through the lies of the Imperial Truth. We need to let the entire empire know the essence of the warp.”

Xafen scanned the surrounding parchment scrolls, his eyes flashing with cold light:

“Tear up all these scrolls, don't let the false words compiled by Leno Wilsi shake our minds. We are the Word Bearers. Only we can interpret the scriptures of the gods. How dare a small hive governor touch our domain. Tear them up, tear them all up!”

The priest spoke, and the three members dared not disobey.

Xafen waved his hands wildly, tore off the scrolls and threw them down at random after tearing them apart.

Lank waved his hands, tore off a dozen scrolls, and tore them into pieces roughly.

Nabil got up from the ground, his face full of anger, as if he was humiliated by the content of the parchment scrolls disturbing his position.

He not only tore up the parchment scrolls, but also stomped on them with his ceramite-clad feet dozens of times, not stopping even when the floor tiles cracked:

“Leno, Wilsi! This guy, dare to, shake me! Damn, guy!”

The fourth Word Bearer on the scene moved a little slowly.

Faced with a blank parchment, he would tear it down and shred it, but upon seeing a parchment with writing, he would snatch it up and quickly read it before destroying it.

He paused, stunned in place, seemingly affected by something he had read.

"True gods require no sacrifices, only eternal gazes…"

"Barthusa Narek! What are you doing!?" Xaphen roared Narek's full name, his eyes wide with fury:

"Tear up all the parchments, and do not read the words on them! Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes." Narek tore the parchment to pieces, but the words on the page were seared into his brain like a brand.

God is omnipotent.

He can do anything by Himself.

Therefore, God needs no sacrifices.

Conversely, that which requires sacrifices is not God.

This reasoning was simple, yet every word was precious, capable of overturning all the scriptures written by the Legion chaplains with mere fragments.

At that moment, Narek wavered.

He harbored deep doubts about whether the presence within him was truly a gift from God.

The four Word Bearers tore up all the parchments and ripped apart the vines in the corridor.

As the vines were torn down, more artificial sunlight entered the corridor, and the sacred aura grew stronger, but the Word Bearers felt a deep-seated aversion to it.

"Let's go and settle accounts with Velsi." Xaphen angrily led the squad out of the corridor, and was met by a dozen trading teams entering the main building.

Velsi seemed to have anticipated the Word Bearers' dissatisfaction with the writing in the corridor, and had deliberately placed the corridor near the entrance of the main building.

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Here, the personnel were dense, and all those coming and going were traders of equal status to the Word Bearers warriors.

They were not of one mind with the Word Bearers.

Most visitors detested these "preachers" from the bottom of their hearts.

Ultramarines, Space Wolves, Imperial Fists, Salamanders, Blood Angels, Iron Warriors, White Scars.

The trading representatives of these Legions cast wary glances, as if regarding them as unstable elements who might betray the Imperium at any moment.

Their gazes were like knives pointing at the heart, hard and sharp.

The four Word Bearers stopped in their tracks.

"Forget it, let's just complete the recipe transaction and leave." Xaphen said with a gloomy face, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Narek asked:

"What about the cooperation agreement that Aurelian asked us to make?"

Xaphen glanced at Narek, his gaze grim:

"Didn't you notice that Velsi was using those prophecies to satirize our efforts to establish faith? It is clear that he is a staunch supporter of the Imperial Truth, and he opposes acts of faith. He is not one of us."

Xaphen was too lazy to talk to the representatives at the door and led the team directly into the main building.

A moment later, the trading teams gathered in the main hall on the first floor.

Li Nuo walked from the manor's main entrance to the main building, preparing to preside over the transaction.

Passing by the vine corridor, he glanced sideways at the scene inside the corridor.

Shredded paper covered the ground, and green vines and leaves were crushed into fragments, and there was a clear fist print on the corridor column.

These were all evidence of the Word Bearers' emotional breakdown; they vented in the corridor before leaving.

"Amy, report the situation." Li Nuo activated encrypted communication.

Amy's voice came from the communication bead:

"Those four Word Bearers have sophisticated scanners. I didn't dare to monitor their every move at close range. I could only use surveillance cameras to collect data from hundreds of meters away. From the information I have, when they read content related to the 'shackles of faith,' they began to tear up the parchments in the corridor, appearing extremely angry. One person even collapsed, as if his lungs were about to explode with anger."

Amy paused, somewhat worried:

"Aren't we being too bold? That's the Word Bearers Legion, after all. Although the Emperor opposes them treating Him as an object of worship, He hasn't forbidden them from engaging in missionary work. Will the prophecies you wrote provoke them?"

If it could provoke them, make them extremely angry, and expose their demonic possession, that wouldn't be a bad outcome.

There were so many Space Marines here, and most of them were veterans. Four possessed warriors were nothing.

It was a pity.

That priest named Xaphen managed to hold back in the end and didn't lose his temper on the spot.

Li Nuo felt some regret in his heart.

"It's okay, Amy. I'm not Lord Lorgar, how could I possibly please everyone? You're right, aren't you?"

"Hmm… you're right about that."

"Keep an eye on the spaceport for me, and don't let the Bone Drinkers cause trouble."

"Got it."

The encrypted communication ended.

Li Nuo tidied his clothes and entered the main hall of the building.

The hall was a busy scene, with bank employees assisting with the transaction shuttling between the counters, guiding the trading teams to sign contracts for the payment of goods.

Tydo, wearing a gorgeous long dress, sat on the rostrum, connecting with the banks and trading teams of Terra, helping Li Nuo prepare the contracts in advance.

More than a hundred trading partners, making payments through more than a dozen banks on Terra, with a total amount of 26 billion Throne Gelt.

Whenever a payment contract was signed, a psychic message would be sent to Terra through the local psychic relay station, and the bank headquarters receiving the psychic message would complete the follow-up work.

Such high-frequency transfer transactions could only be achieved in the Imperial worlds within the Sol System.

The transaction lasted from morning to evening, with a total of 135 transaction contracts signed, and 26 billion in wealth added to Li Nuo's bank account.

Next, it was his turn to fulfill his transaction responsibilities.

"Amy, send in the recipe."

"Roger."

A doorway appeared on the wall of the hall, and a female attendant protected by the Governor's agents walked in with a tray.

On the tray was a silver-white metal box containing the recipe for the first-generation synthetic starch.

After receiving the recipe, the trading teams conducted a theoretical demonstration of the feasibility of the recipe on the spot.

After confirming that the demonstration was correct, they set sail and rushed to their own laboratories to conduct experiments.

One trading team after another escorted the recipe away, and the manor's main building and spaceport docks became empty.

Individual trading teams made requests to Li Nuo for private talks.

Li Nuo invited the representatives they sent into the reception room one after another, while Tydo watched the transaction site in the hall.

Finally, late that night, the last trading team ended its secret talks with the Governor and left the hive city by ship.

The transaction of the first-generation synthetic starch recipe came to an end.

Buyers who come to purchase the recipe later can get the recipe on the day they pay, without waiting.

However, today's work was far from over for Li Nuo.

It was necessary for him to confirm, through today's transaction footage, whether his future allies and enemies matched the Warhammer history.

Agent base, Cogitator array.

The force field light source illuminated the place brightly, with no blind spots.

On the four screens in front of Li Nuo, surveillance videos of various trading teams were being played.

In Warhammer history, there were 9 Space Marine Legions of the loyalist faction, namely:

First Legion - Dark Angels

Fifth Legion - White Scars

Sixth Legion - Space Wolves

Seventh Legion - Imperial Fists

Ninth Legion - Blood Angels

Tenth Legion - Iron Hands

Thirteenth Legion - Ultramarines

Eighteenth Legion - Salamanders

Nineteenth Legion - Raven Guard

After extracting, repeatedly watching, and reading the surveillance footage and public information of these 9 Legions, Li Nuo confirmed that most of the loyalist Legions had not changed, except that there were obvious differences between the Dark Angels Legion and the historical records.

The Dark Angels' trading team was in poor spirits, seemingly in a state of internal mental exhaustion.

The number of Legion companies recorded in their transaction contract was too small, only more than two hundred.

Li Nuo couldn't remember how many there were in history, but it wouldn't be less than the Blood Angels.

The Dark Angels Legion's lack of troops may be due to the Alpha Legion's absence from the Rangdan Xenocides.

Without the Alpha Legion's support in the Third Rangdan Cleansing War, the Dark Angels Legion not only suffered heavy losses but also allowed a Rangdan exile fleet to escape.

Then look at the Space Marine Legions of the traitor side.

Li Nuo keenly discovered an abnormality.

After removing the Alpha Legion, there were a total of 8 Legions on the traitor side, but the number of their companies was even more than the 9 Legions of the loyalist faction combined!

Especially Lorgar's Word Bearers.

In Li Nuo's impression, the number of Word Bearers Legions should be less than the Ultramarines.

But the actual situation was that the number of Word Bearers Legions was a full 30% more than the Ultramarines, reaching as many as 320,000!

"Ah, this. How could this be?"