Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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However, Rogdorn himself was very resistant to this behavior, and one could even say... disgusted by it.

However, once the number of people increased, Rogdorn stopped trying to correct them. He only required his offspring not to do such things, and he simply chose to refuse to see the priests and nuns of the state church, the mortal believers, and the imperial nobles living at the top of the hive unless absolutely necessary.

Even with these requirements, there are still many "necessary" situations that force him to stay with these people he somewhat dislikes.

However, as a wandering merchant, Link would not make such a basic mistake, even though he really wanted to kneel down and, like those people, shout the name of the God-Emperor and regard Rogdorn as a miracle sent by him to save the empire.

Sure enough, after bowing, Link clearly felt that Rogdorn's attitude relaxed slightly—this was intentionally made for him to feel, after all, if a Primarch wants to hide his emotions, then as a mortal, unless you have the experience of living with him day and night, it is almost impossible to tell.

"I have come here because I have something important to report to you."

"This is a fact that is right before our eyes."

Rogdorn spoke in a flat tone, devoid of any emotion, as if he were reading a tedious text in a stiff manner.

“If your matter were not important, then neither Commissar Arek nor my offspring would have placed you here.”

Even among the people who vouched for you, I glanced at the list and was surprised to find that Lesander was also there.

I really can't think of anything that would make him vouch for you, and what's more, he's unwilling to come to me in person, instead choosing to send a high-ranking mortal official, Van Nardorf, to relay the money to me on his behalf."

Link felt a strong unease rising within him as Rogdowen stared intently at him. After gathering his courage, the wandering merchant finally raised his head, allowing their eyes to meet.

The moment he saw Rogdorn's eyes, those calm eyes that seemed devoid of any impurities, he felt as if his very soul had been laid bare. All his secrets were exposed to the person before him, from his sordid childhood to the secret pact he had recently made with the two Astartes.

Calm down, Link. You must stay calm. The fate of the Farax dynasty rests on your shoulders. This matter can only succeed; failure is absolutely not an option.

"My lord, do you still remember the Soul Drinker?"

Upon hearing a familiar name, Rogdorn narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked at Link, nodded slightly, and chose not to say anything more.

Yes, that's the reaction.

Seeing Rogdorn's reaction, which was the same as what the two Astartes had predicted, Link breathed a slight sigh of relief. If that was the case, then things might be much easier to handle from here on out.

"You should have heard that my family's ships and mine were not originally intended to come to Amegiddon."

Link quickly organized his prepared words and began to speak them to Rogdorn.

"We encountered a warp storm while traveling in the warp, which caused us to lose our way in the warp for a period of time. It was during this time that we met two Soul Drinkers."

"The Souls were completely wiped out decades ago."

Rogdorn spoke coldly.

“I know what you’re trying to say. Are you trying to tell me that time in the subspace is not ordered, and that it’s entirely possible for people from the past to come to the present and for people from the present to go back to the past?”

Link nodded, his face revealing undisguised panic.

"Yes...yes, sir, that's exactly what I wanted to say."

"Do you know what the probability of such a thing happening is?"

"Rogdorn said."

"The probability of such a thing happening is extremely small, even less than 1% in probability theory. However, due to the Empire's enormous size, such things are not uncommon in the Empire's eyes."

But now you're telling me that in this war, and coincidentally, you're my offspring, and coincidentally, a newly emerging runner-up team happened to meet you, and then coincidentally, you came to my side.

Rogdorn took a step forward, his towering figure standing before Link like an iron tower, his massive shadow enveloping the small mortal. If someone lacked mental fortitude, they might have been terrified and lost their composure.

Right again.

Link exhaled, but the panicked look on his face remained.

"My lord, you must believe me! My dynasty and I are utterly loyal to the empire. How could we possibly betray it?"

It really is such a coincidence. If my words are not enough to gain your trust, then I am willing to accept any inspection that can be carried out locally in Amighadoun.

To prove that what I said was true, and that I am not a spy or anything like that.

Rogdorn looked at Link, narrowed his eyes, and then took a step back.

"go on."

"At that time, those two Soul Drinkers were seriously injured. I used all the available medical supplies on the ship, but I was unable to save them. After their deaths, their bodies turned into a wisp of light and suddenly disappeared, leaving only this thing as proof of their identity."

As he spoke, Link took out something wrapped in silk from his pocket. He carefully unwrapped the silk, revealing a fragment inside whose material was indistinguishable.

“I don’t know what this is, but after Lord Lysander saw it, he told me to come see you immediately.”

Looking at the fragment held in Link's hands, Rogerton immediately recognized its identity.

This is a piece from Dorn

Fragments of the Spear of Souls.

The Spear of Souls was the sacred artifact that was bestowed upon the first generation of Soul Drinkers during the second founding of the army.

The only way to have its fragments is either through the actions of that damned Forging World, or through the actions of the last of the Soul Drinkers.

Rogdorn reached out and grasped the fragment of the Soul Spear in his hand. He felt the jubilation of the remaining machine spirit within the fragment, as well as its own sorrow and grief over its current state.

"I understand. I express my gratitude to you on behalf of my children."

"No, no, sir, please don't say that. It's all what I should do."

Link shook his head, and just then, as if he had thought of something, he took something out of his pocket again.

"By the way, besides this fragment, one of the Soul Drinkers also gave us this thing back then."

Link pulled out a tattered cloth, and the waterfall was covered with some incomprehensible symbols. These symbols were not Gothic, nor even the obscure language of the Eldar. These symbols looked incredibly simple, but through more than a dozen different variations and combinations, they formed an incredibly complex pattern.

“I don’t understand this thing, and Lord Lysander knows it very well, but he told me that it is a method of information transmission. It should be some kind of encrypted symbolic language. Since the Soul Drinkers have been holding it tightly in their hands, it must contain very important information.”

Rogdorn took the rag, looked at the pattern on it, squinted, and then nodded to Link.

"Okay, I know."

Rogdorn spoke, and what he said next left Link completely stunned.

“From this day forward, my descendants and I owe you and your dynasty a favor.”

"M-Sir, what did you say?"

“I say that from this day forward, my descendants and I owe you and your dynasty a favor.”

"My lord! Such thanks are really too much..."

“There’s nothing to say. Come on, Lysander, take him out.”

"Lord Lysander!"

Heavy footsteps sounded, and Darnass Lysander, dressed in Terminator-powered armor, walked in from outside the church.

Link had no idea when the other party had arrived at the church entrance, but now that things had come to this point, he had already achieved his goal and received such a generous gift that he dared not accept it.

However, from this moment on, he had no choice but to accept this gift, whether he wanted to or not.

From that day forward, the name Farax would be inextricably linked with the sons of Dorne.

Rogdorn stood there, watching Lysander lead Link away through the church doors. A gust of wind blew, and the doors closed automatically, plunging the entire church into darkness.

A few white candles were still burning, their faint light the only source of light in the entire church. Rogdorn strode forward, not choosing to return directly to the back of the church, but instead came to the statue of the Emperor. He looked up at the statue's face, half bright and half dim, and spoke after a long while.

"That mortal lied."

"Did you see it?"

"His rhetoric is passable, but it's too much of a stretch to fool someone like me."

"That's true, after all, you are the Primarch."

Lin Qi shrugged and said that.

"So what exactly was written on that tattered cloth? And what is its connection to the real Soul Drinkers?"

"It's a significant relationship."

Rogerton turned his head and looked at Lynch.

"Most of what that Farax Link said is true. For example, he did encounter two Soul Drinkers, but those two did not die. Instead, they forced him to come here and conveyed a message to me."

To be honest, Rogdorn raised his hand and pointed to the tightly closed church doors.

“I can even tell you that those two were just outside, and I don’t know what methods they used, but Lysander didn’t even notice them lurking there.”

"Then why don't you let them in?"

"Because both I and the Empire owe them too much."

Rogdorn sighed, a faint sadness appearing on his face.

“If they are unwilling, then I don’t want to force them.”

The sorrow was fleeting, and Rogdorn once again turned into a stubborn rock. He picked up the rag, looked at Lynch, and spoke earnestly.

"This rag records the latest developments of Peturab and his descendants."

Chapter 223 The trump card

If there is one language in the entire galaxy that is the most complex, then anyone with even a slight understanding of it would choose the Eldar language of the Eldar.

Eldar is an extremely complex language. In the human empire, the upper echelons use a highly complex Gokot language to demonstrate their noble status, but the difference in complexity between that language and the Eldar is greater than the difference between a child and an adult man.

Scholars of the Eldar Empire refer to the Eldar language as the Eldar Dictionary, a language heavily incorporating Eldar-specific telepathy, mythology, folklore, and historical events, making it impossible for most other races, including humans, to interpret.

Furthermore, as a written language, the runes, symbols, and letters in Eldar are not simply arrangements of words; each word has a complete set of meaning.

What's even more perplexing to outsiders is that Eldar letters have different meanings in different contexts. The same letter can be used in the casting of prophetic runes, or as a hieroglyph in the design of Eldar houses and schools.

When communicating among Eldar, Eldar language is not only spoken; the Eldar's uniquely powerful senses and psychic abilities also make body language a part of Eldar language.

By combining facial features, posture, and hand gestures, one can alter the meaning of words and phrases; some can even complete a full communication using only body language.

Eldar languages ​​are used differently in different factions and regions. Most Eldar can determine someone's origin simply by observing their language and gestures.

Some well-trained humans can mimic Eldar language to some extent, but they often speak slowly and stutter.

For example, among the Ultramarines, there was one who had self-taught hundreds of Eldar words, but when he spoke with a real Eldar, the Eldar impatiently insisted that he use High Gothic.

He also stated that what he said, to the Eldar, was not entirely correct, but rather slightly wrong. If two Eldar were to have such a conversation, the other party would definitely feel that the other was insulting them.

Looking at the tattered cloth in his hand, Rogdoryn sighed inwardly. Ten thousand years had passed, and Petrabo hadn't stood still. At least, he had mastered the Eldar language thoroughly.

"He is a genius."