Kalistarius thought for a while, but was not sure what Dante was going to say to himself.
The commander of the Astartes, who had been through thousands of years, held the shoulders of the think tank, turned around together, stared at the mural, San Gilles, who was confronting the demons in front of the gate of eternity.
"Before the Great Rebellion, there was an incredible fear of the psychics, and many wanted to witness such people being expelled, imprisoned, weakened, thinking that they would release something more disgusting, and then these voices were getting stronger and eventually leading to the emperor's injunction."
“Nicaiya ban….”
Kalistaliu spoke an ancient word, and it was precisely because of this ban that the think tank once disappeared into the Astate Legion.
"But even in this case, the Primrose still did not give up those warriors with psychic talents. I think you must still remember the sentence, which was engraved directly on the wall of the War Chapter Archives, 'The brothers of think tanks are crucial to us. They fought side by side with me before the empire came, and as long as I can still pick up the sword, they will always be like this', this sentence has not changed for thousands of years."
Kalistalu remained silent.
"Brother, I believe in you and trust your strength. You don't need to worry about what you think and see. I also accept your outspokenness with joy."
The think tank hesitated for a while and finally whispered:
"My divination... saw some signs of darkness, unlike the green skin, I guess... there was trouble on Amydodon that we didn't see."
Hearing this sentence, Dante's eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Can you tell me specifically? What did you see?"
"Actually, I didn't see anything, those are just... just some vague signs."
The leader of the Holy Blood Angels Battle Team was silent. He looked back at the mural, thought, and recalled.
“Amyddoton is not simple.”
Finally, he said something like this.
Kalista looked at him, not knowing what the other party was referring to.
"Brother Kalistalu, when did you become Astarte."
Dante suddenly asked him a slightly weird question, but he didn't think too much and answered immediately.
"Standard Terra Calendar 509.M41."
"That's it, sixty years before you served, there was another war in Amigdon."
Kalistaliu blinked.
"But no records were left in the archives."
"That war... has too many secrets and stains to be recorded."
Dante shook his head.
In the standard Terra Calendar 444.M41, armed rebellions suddenly broke out in all six nests of Hamigidon. Although most of the rebellions were suppressed, the rebellions in the remaining nests of the nest were getting larger and larger.
Just as the local guards were busy suppressing, a huge abandoned ship with a demon army broke through the subspace and arrived in the orbit of Amydodon. The one who led this army was the gene primros of the World-Eater Legion, one of the rebellious legions, Angron.
As soon as the Demon Primrose appeared, the planet Amydodon almost fell. Fortunately, reinforcements sent by the Space Wolf Team arrived at Amydodon in time. The two sides fought fiercely on the planetary ground, but the Space Wolf could not match the power of the Demon Primrose and retreated step by step.
At the critical moment, the empire invested a mysterious force, instantly turning the situation around and dispersed the demonic primordial.
The Space Wolf Warriors then reacted and destroyed the Chaos Nest, but the residents of Amyddoton were driven into huge labor camps after identification, which were isolated from other cities inhabited by the residents. The residents had to spend the rest of their lives in these labor camps.
Some residents who tried to escape from the planet were attacked by the Imperial Navy controlled by the Inquisitor, but were stopped by the space wolf, and fierce conflict broke out between the two sides.
"this--"
Listening to the entire incident, Kalista stayed for a while and didn't know what to say.
There is no record of such a major event in the Demon Primrose. So what Dante called "conflict" is probably not just a conflict.
"That mysterious power, what exactly..."
"Don't ask."
Dante interrupted him seriously.
"If you meet it yourself or become a think tank director, you will naturally know that before this, don't ask, don't try to explore."
"Understood."
Seeing his team leader's serious expression, Kalistalu knew that he shouldn't ask further.
Then, Dante's expression was slightly slower.
"If you say it out, maybe you won't have so many ideas, right?"
"Yes, thank you, the commander of the War, for telling me this. I understand my responsibilities."
"That's good. I'm going to see the commander of the White Holy Church later. Come on too."
"yes."
As the shuttle passed through the long abdomen of the ship and climbed towards the tower where the bridge was located, Randall noticed the nearly perfect decoration on the upper edge of the ship and the hull coating—a golden face with finely crafted curly hair, bronze patterns that penetrated the jet-hole paneling, and a huge superstructure woven from pure artwork.
The Holy Blood Angel is worthy of being a master of art and killing, while most Imperial Fist or Extreme Warriors teams are more suitable for pragmatism.
Then, the shuttle floated into the entrance of a cave-like hangar. Several square arrays of Holy Blood Angel warriors were waiting for it as honor guards. Leading was a warrior covered in pure gold and red Terminator armor, shining brightly under the hangar light. The armor was as exquisite as other things in the ship, polished to the point that people thought it must be made of glass.
The warrior was not wearing a helmet, and his exposed face was clearly angular, as if one of the statues surrounded by pilasters and velvet was placed around them.
This is also a legendary figure, the first company commander of the Holy Blood Angels Team, and Bar Shield Karaen.
He has been the first company commander of the Blood Angel for two centuries. During his service, he fought countless enemies, most famously destroying the doomsday of the space waste ship Wogot, the holy purgatory and the shield of dusk, and killing a Nurgur demon.
After the shuttle stopped, Randall walked down from the illuminated shuttle, with his first company commander and the priest, respectively, a small guard team composed of four warriors in Terminator armor behind the temple.
Karaen nodded and greeted:
"Welcome to the Sword of Revenge, Randall Blancad, commander of the battle group, I am Karahn, the first company commander of the Blood Angels battle group. The battle group leader is eagerly looking forward to meeting you."
"I am honored."
Afterwards, under the guidance of the first company commander, Randall passed through the apron and went straight to the reception room of the warship.
Dante had been waiting there, wearing the iconic golden armor, holding a death mask in one hand and pressing the battle axe hanging around his waist with the other, with an extraordinary demeanor.
And he was surrounded by several senior leaders of the battle group.
"Welcome, Randall Blancad, Commander."
"Hello, dear Commander Dante."
Dante stretched out his right hand to Randall, and the other party then reached out and held it tightly.
“It is my honor to see you.”
Dante seemed to be shocked by Randall's words.
"pleasure?"
"Yes, I heard about you when I was a scout."
Dante raised his head and smiled.
"Look, it seems that I am already an old antique in the museum."
Everyone laughed, and the originally nervous atmosphere suddenly became very harmonious.