Chapter 05: From Lasso to Motorcycle (Patreon)

Qin Meng, member of the White Scars 3rd Company, Brotherhood of the Eagle.

His small squad was extremely unlucky. After completing their mission, they boarded another ship to return. Then, as is common, they directly encountered a Warp storm.

He and a few others were fortunate enough to land on the planet Aestia, but their vehicle was lost in the Warp.

And, unfortunately, it seemed that Chaos was also reported here.

This group of White Scars cans immediately started fighting with Chaos on the spot. As Space Marines, they were naturally welcomed by the local planetary governor.

However, what was unbearable for them was that this Hive didn't have suitable bikes. After all, this world was not a Forge World, nor was it a wealthy Hive. As for the few tech-priests, they seemed to have discovered some STC template and then disappeared without a trace.

There weren't even any resident Imperial Guard, so they had nothing to ride at all.

This made this group of White Scars brothers somewhat depressed during this period. But today, when they were inspecting the Hive's defenses, they heard the sound of a motorcycle from afar, which made him feel a surge of adrenaline.

Then, a group of White Scars brothers watched as a tech-priest, riding a motorcycle that seemed to be the same model as the Custodes, gracefully drifted to a stop on the city wall.

Their eager and fervent gazes were almost enough to boil the tech-priest's oil.

.......

"Crap, White Scars!!!"

Turning his head to look at the White Scars behind him, staring at him with eager eyes, Nathan felt a headache coming on.

If he had known there were White Scars here, he would have crafted a skateboard. The main reason for crafting a motorcycle was that it saved materials and resources.

Now, Nathan could feel the fervent, almost tangible gazes hidden under the power armor, as if they wanted to melt him.

However...

The General of the Aestia Planet rushed over immediately. This Hive of theirs was not a particularly powerful planet. Its most elite troops had been tithed. Although a distress signal had been sent out.

But with the efficiency of the Imperium, who knew when reinforcements would arrive.

And not long ago, they actually dug up an STC template. The few tech-priests here risked their lives and rushed out with a few Skitarii, and then there was no news.

The only good news was that a squad of Angels had descended from the sky. Nothing could boost morale more than the Emperor's Angels, but the problem was that there were no Techmarines among these Angels.

So now they didn't even have anyone to maintain the local vehicles. The situation was already bad, and the machine spirits of the vehicles also lacked people to maintain them here. He was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Then, today, a Tech-Priest finally returned. But as he got closer, he was a little stunned, because this Tech-Priest didn't seem to be any of the ones he knew. And the thing behind him seemed to be a Kastelan Robot. Even in the Adeptus Mechanicus, not everyone could possess this thing. And more importantly, the combat power of this thing was even stronger than many Astartes.

A person who could possess such a mech was not someone the low-level priests sent from the Forge Worlds in their Hive could compare to.

So...

"How should I address you, Tech-Priest?"

Although he wasn't someone he knew, he was still a Tech-Priest. The huge golden Aquila indicated his identity, which was a good thing for him.

Anyway, now that there was a Warp riot here, they couldn't leave even if they wanted to.

"You can call me Tech-Priest Omega-010. I originally came to this world to find some relics. Passing by here, I saw that the locals were engaged in academic exchanges with some blasphemous fellows, so I intervened. It's just that I arrived a little late, and they entrusted me with the task of recovering the STC."

Although it was a bit immoral, considering that this was Warhammer 40K, Nathan was completely integrated into the rules of this world, and the authority of the Herrscher of Sentience was basically fully activated.

So he could roughly know what this general was thinking with just a glance. Although he couldn't read the minds of Astartes, he could still do it with mortals.

After all, Astartes also had some psychic abilities, which would weaken the expression of his authority.

"Could it be that they..."

"Have all returned to the Omnissiah."

"Are you sure you didn't kill them to steal the STC template?"

Hearing this, the planetary governor also secretly slandered in his heart. In his early years, he was a Commissar in the Imperial Guard Regiment or IG. Then his regiment was beaten down to less than a few dozen people, but because of his outstanding military exploits, the Departmento Munitorum let him retire on this planet. Naturally, he also knew some of the tech-priests' styles.

"Report, General, this lord has the Governor's seal and knows the password."

But at this time, the Major on the side also immediately reported, which made the General temporarily dispel his doubts.

Then there should be no major problems, but soon his face became grim.

"Why are there so few of you left?"

"They were attacked by the Chaos Astartes of the Iron Warriors. If I hadn't arrived in time, none of them would have survived."

"Which..."

Hearing Nathan's words, the General instinctively reached for his bolter. Then the group of White Scars, who had previously had fervent gazes, quietly surrounded them, and then inconspicuously surrounded the group.

It was clear that they were ready to strike at any time, but they didn't do it immediately.

"Iron Warriors."

The General put down his bolter, and the White Scars also breathed a sigh of relief.

Iron Warriors were fine. If it were other groups like the Word Bearers or the Thousand Sons, then the problem would be big. To be on the safe side, these people might all need to be killed, but even so, they would need to be closely monitored.

But soon, his face became grim. Iron Warriors, Dark Mechanicum... This seemed to be the lineup for Exterminatus. He just didn't know what was here now.

"Tech-Priest Omega, we have no other Tech-Priests here now. Could you please stay here? I know doing this might be a bit insulting to you..."

"It doesn't matter."

Hearing this, Nathan shook his head, and then a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Those fellows defiled the sacred STC template. I need to have an academic exchange with them, and let's just consider it my reward for taking this STC template."

It was obvious that he would stay here, both publicly and privately. If he didn't deal with this place, he wouldn't be able to warp.