In the evangelistic hall of the Taylor Cathedral, after the rising qi waves and surging golden flames caused by the super-large psionic ritual dissipated, Fujimaru Rika slowly exhaled a cloud of water vapor in the low temperature generated by the psionic energy:

"So, what's going on with this strange distribution of people?" She asked as she walked towards the auditorium, where almost all of the seats had been vacated in front of her, "I thought you would have a specific and effective selection method. ”

In the auditorium, an Ultramarine, who was also dressed in richly carved ultramarine victorious armor, but did not have any prayers on his body, and who was also clearly not a member of the team assigned to Rika Fujimaru by the previous imperial regent, replied:

"It is true that, considering the nature of the task, the method of our selection is to conduct an all-army competition and allocate the current quota on the basis of merit. We have successfully used the unstable nature of time flow in subspace to create a dedicated field that can complete all procedures in less than thirty seconds in the real universe. ”

“…… I can probably understand. Rika Fujimaru turned to the side of the auditorium in a fluttering tone, nailing her gaze to a figure that was out of step with the ultramarine sea in front of her, "But what is going on?" ”

"They just say it's an all-army competition." The stared Astarte warrior in black and gold armor with a cross mark and a laurel wreath on his helmet replied calmly, "But they don't limit the legions they can participate in. ”

Rika Fujimaru slowly covered her face.

"You weren't like that before, Sigismund." She said in a tone of desperation, "Is it my fault?" Did I get through too many rules in front of you? ”

The Imperial Champion, the former Imperial Fist, the first generalissimo of the Black Templar Warband, and in a sense, Sigismund, who was deeply involved in the trial of Fujimaru Rika's illusion realm, said solemnly after bowing his head slightly: "The emperor also thinks that you should strengthen the security forces around you. ”

Fujimaru Rika let out a long sigh: "Okay, I'll just think it's okay." But - what's the matter with you?! ”

She turned her head again, and slammed her gaze at an equally conspicuous warrior in gorgeous purple armor a little farther away. The latter was clearly not as composed as the previous black sheep who had blended into the flock.

"Hmm...... I saw someone doing a martial arts tournament. "The second company commander of the emperor's son, the champion of the legion, Acurdona, obviously searched for a rather lame excuse.

"Come on, you're indeed a martial idiot, but you're not completely ignorant of the atmosphere." Rika Fujimaru simply skipped the argument process in the middle and went straight to the conclusion that perhaps only the two of them knew what was going on, "Say, is it Tavits or Vespasian this time?" ”

“…… It's Ritualist Elder Rano. "You know, he's been a little bit ...... since he came back Crazy and crazy. ”

"Understood, we'll talk about it when we've settled the matter in front of us." Fujimaru Ritsuka's train of thought obviously skipped a large paragraph here, "Since you have rubbed the quota of the Ultramarine, you are somewhat conscious of being a guest. Don't be as ready to turn against you as you are in the Iron Hand, doesn't Mr. Ferrus be willing to put up with you—"

"-I totally understand!" Realizing that these words meant that "he will not be sent back", Acurdona immediately stood up, and his voice in response became full of energy again.

Ignoring Sigismund, who shook her head quietly, Rika Fujimaru turned her gaze back to the Ultramarines she had scheduled to summon. With the technical support of the Chaldeans, the Emperor's Cursed Legion is more in a state than ever before when the dead were alive. Their armor, which was twisted and scorched black, and the armor covered in entangled chains and psionic flames showed its original livery, and the texture was the same as that of their brothers who were still alive at the scene, and they could only be distinguished by the decoration and model differences on the power armor.

"Gage Commander, please dispatch your troops." Under the gaze of the Emperor Colossus, Rika Fujimaru's voice clearly echoed in the lecture hall that had been carefully designed to project sound waves, "All aboard the Storm Frontier, we need to support the northern battlefield of Tyros - Commander of the Second Company of Ciel, I suggest you take your attention away from Mr. Sicarius, your original body is on the front line preparing to take on Motarian." ”

"-Huh?" Among the ultramarine ultramarines, an equally eye-catching red helmet instantly turned around at a speed that almost broke his neck, "Then why don't we go quickly?!" ”

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In a battlefield almost completely engulfed by a living subspace, Kiliman's convoy has begun to engage in an exchange of fire with the Nurgle's army, which marches like a parade of decay. The arcs and flashes of fire from powered weapons flicker and flicker in the dull mist, but the most striking of them all is Robert Killiman himself, who is supposed to be the "object of protection".

Although the son of a thousand daughters does not sit in the court, and the golden body of the imperial regent naturally needs to be protected so comprehensively that there is no room for loss, many people tend to ignore one point because of this: he is the original body, and the original body itself is carefully crafted by the emperor in order to complete the Great Expedition, and it can be called an unprecedented war machine in terms of precision and completion.

Like a storm of orange-red flames, the Ultramarines crashed straight into the enemy line. Caretaker Kirken urges his fellow Praetorian soldiers to try to keep up with the Primitives, but they soon discover that this is almost impossible.

Robert Kiliman, armed with the Emperor's Sword, is unstoppable. He seemed to be reckless in putting himself in a state surrounded by enemies, but in reality, his every movement was carefully deduced and calculated in the blink of an eye, and the flames on the sword were woven into a fine web around him, capable of burning the essence of any demon host who dared to approach.

Even the trajectory of artillery fire from vehicles and allies in the rear was in his coordination, flying from his side and behind him, which, combined with his near-airtight sword skills, easily tore apart the real-life shells of the Chaos enemy. The son of vengeance walked freely in a rain of bullets, as if he were walking in his land.

Realizing that the sword could completely cut off the non-existent life of the living, the demon army retreated out of fear. Killiman seized the opportunity without hesitation, and as the tip of the wedge-shaped formation, he once again led the entire force deeper into the Nurgle formation.

Here he turned himself into a living weapon.

But he soon realized that this would only put himself and his troops in a more dangerous situation: after being swallowed by subspace, his troops had been cut off from the battlefield, and the only people he could rely on were himself, his escort team, which numbered more than a hundred people, and a command vehicle that had to evenly distribute firepower and the energy consumption of high-power communication base stations, so it was by no means a lethal weapon. But for Nurgle, this is clearly not the case.

The formation, obscured by the fog, was much larger than Killiman had initially anticipated.

The demons in front of the original body were forced back by him out of fear, but more unintelligent walking corpses were tirelessly surrounded. There was the sound of swarms of flies buzzing through the mist, and the massive swarms carrying rotting skulls were close enough to throw them into the Empire's battle array. There was no doubt that everyone could see that it was carrying a deadly plague and tried to crush it in the air with long-range fire, but when the rotting heads shattered, the cloud of green spores that exploded was a lethal move, and even the Space Marines would immediately fall in that poisonous mist.

Kiriman's wedge-shaped battle formation was shrinking, almost engulfed by a seemingly endless army of demons.

- Actually, he's gambling. Bet that every word said by the man in white who landed in his command car out of thin air was true.

Realizing that the battlefield was completely subspaced, Killiman knew that he had jumped into Mortarian's trap. It may have been the result of some kind of evil sorcery, but it did prevent him from pulling reinforcements and fire support from the surrounding battlefield, or even retreating from the battlefield. Immediately, he deduced that after falling into such a desperate situation, all he could do was "put to death and live again".

Theory: If it had been the strange man who had struck the cathedral of Taylos with a long fire, and stated that he had been tasked with "keeping the Imperial Regent safe", he would not have watched the most desperate of things happen.

Practice: Kiliman's theory is correct.

At one point, almost everyone present felt a wave of scorching heat similar to "standing near a firing hot weapon". Arrows dragging blue flames rained down on Nurgle's walking corpses and demons through the curvatures.

Although the flame is different in color, it seems to have a similar effect to the flame wrapped around the Emperor's Sword. Wherever it goes, the supernatural fog is also burned away, and when it lands on a demonic host, it not only causes objective damage physically, but also causes the demon itself to scream in fear from the depths of its soul.

After this round of arrows with a practical effect comparable to that of bomber support, Kiliman turned back from the circle of battle where he was and briefly quieted, and looked in the direction of the command vehicle.

The man was still holding a bow and arrows, and stood calmly on the roof of the car, without any intention of expressing any thoughts on the current situation, as if he did not care at all what his protector was doing.

Arjuna was only on a mission to "protect the personal safety of the Regents of the Empire". Nothing else has anything to do with him.

Miwoo (six o'clock)

(End of chapter)