The previously noisy battlefield suddenly fell silent.
The traitors of the Black Legion seemed to be restrained by their power armor, stiffening one after another in place.
All the armored vehicles and tanks also stopped in their tracks, as if invisible hands reached out from the void, draining the power from these armored vehicles.
Sicarius seemed to truly see those hands; they were white, round hands with blue arms, reaching out from beneath the veil of reality, shutting down the power of all Black Legion machinery on the battlefield.
Only the daemon Engines could move under the manipulation of those hands, but even so, they were powerless to attack the Ultramarines' fortress.
Sicarius looked at this scene, a chill running down his spine.
What exactly was happening? A conspiracy of the Chaos Gods or an accidental miracle?
How should he respond to this situation?!
It wasn't written in the Codex!
But soon, the events that followed made Sicarius lean towards it being a miracle.
A burning golden meteor crashed down from the sky, plummeting into the Black Legion, its scorching flames incinerating the bodies of the traitors.
Saint Celestine's wings spread across the earth, her twin Living Saints circling with their silver blades held high.
Then, the Astra Militarum, clad in Cadia uniforms, entered the battlefield, shouting "Cadia Stands!"
A scar-faced girl floated in mid-air, psionic flames flickering in her eyes. She suddenly raised her hands, and the out-of-control Hell drakes in the sky exploded under the psionic power, raining down as chunks of blood.
Subsequently, the Knights entered the fray. In front of these colossal machines, the completely immobile Black Legion were like living targets, falling one after another under their crushing advance.
And commanding the Knights was a massive Machine Priest, draped in deep crimson robes, his entire body a fusion of metal and machinery.
Sicarius knew that within the Adeptus Mechanicus, the less flesh one possessed, the higher their status. This must at least be an Archmagos.
This was a reinforcement.
Sicarius quickly made his judgment.
But the events that followed made him hesitate slightly.
Among the "reinforcements" slaughtering the Black Legion, two almost blasphemous figures appeared.
Eldar.
An Eldar woman, clad in a long dress and emanating a pale, deathly aura, wielded a strange bone longsword, taking the lives of the Black Legion.
And accompanying her was an Eldar warrior in crimson armor.
How could those blasphemous xenos be mixed with a Saint, Cadian warriors, and the Adeptus Mechanicus?!
The Black Legion outside the cathedral had been completely cleared with the help of the Ultramarines and this relief force.
But the pressure in Sicarius' heart did not lessen at all. He looked at the people before him with hesitation.
From the fall of Cadia to the escape from Ice Moon Krassus, and then to that sacred cargo,
Sicarius already knew the purpose of these people.
Archmagos Belisarius Cawl had an agreement with the Lord of Ultramar to transport a sacred cargo to Macragge.
And the Eldar, hoping to form an alliance with humanity, had helped Archmagos Belisarius Cawl along the way.
The Eldar, xenos full of lies and untrustworthy.
Especially the witch named Yvraine, who clearly had blasphemous power, pale as death, entangled around her, not belonging to the real universe.
The power that could halt all mechanical power also made Sicarius suspicious, but Archmagos Belisarius Cawl explained that it was the power of the Omnissiah.
If it weren't for an Inquisitor and a Saint accompanying them, Sicarius truly couldn't trust them.
Now, this suspicious group hoped to get help from the Ultramarines, using a void ship to take them to Ultramar.
Sicarius began to consider whether he should trust them.
If his Captain Sicarius were here, he would surely make a proud and confident judgment.
Slay the xenos, and imprison these suspicious individuals.
But Sicarius had followed more than one Captain.
He also remembered his former Second Company Captain, Lord Titus, a more humble warrior.
Captain Titus seemed to believe that there were many things in this universe that the teachings of the Codex could not answer, and he was willing to act somewhat against the Codex, even rebelliously, for the sake of the Emperor, the Imperium, and humanity.
If it were him, he would probably temporarily trust this Expeditionary Force and escort them to Hera Fortress on Macragge.
Sicarius asked himself what judgment he should make?
Sicarius', or Titus'?
Sicarius was silent for a long time, then slowly looked at the Expeditionary Force before him.
"The glory blade is in orbit. I will send people to escort you to Macragge."
If he made the wrong decision, then let the Emperor punish him.
Soon, a squad of storm raven gunships descended from the sky, carrying the Expeditionary Force to the strike cruiser, the glory blade, in orbit.
However, the carrying capacity of the storm raven was limited, and most of the army had to be left on Laphis.
The Knights of House Taranis chose to garrison here, guarding this Shrine World. Most of the warriors of the Cadia 184th Regiment, with the exception of a few elites, were also stationed here.
The situation of the Expeditionary Force members who boarded the glory blade was also not good.
They were confined to the brig under the guard of numerous soldiers.
It was a cabin deep within the ship, encased in steel, desolate and filled with the smell of engine oil from the running machinery.
This displeased the Eldar, and Thousand Faces, who always guarded Yvraine, was the first to complain.
He kept talking about impolite monkeys and such, but the guards just stood silently around the room, staring intently at every move of the Expeditionary Force.
This made Reyna a little worried.
She leaned against the transport vehicle carrying the holy relic, with dozens of elite warriors of the Cadia 184th Regiment surrounding her.
One of the warriors sat silently beside Reyna.
"The guard is very strict," Reyna couldn't help but sigh, then looked at the Cadia 184th Regiment warrior beside her.
Or rather, she looked at Alexander, whose appearance was altered with Body Clay and who had infiltrated the One Hundred and Eighty-Fourth Regiment.
Alexander's physique was no different from an ordinary Ashfordian, making it easy to disguise himself as a mortal with Body Clay.
"It's right not to trust Eldar trinkets."
"You don't know how precious the Eldar are. These xenos consider themselves a superior race, but in reality, they do all sorts of despicable things."
Alexander glanced at the surrounding guards and the two Eldar and said:
"Otherwise, their race wouldn't have given birth to a depraved Chaos God like the Dark Prince."
Alexander's voice was not loud, and the surrounding guards might not have heard clearly, but the Eldar, with their superhuman hearing, must have heard.
Thousand Faces, who was guarding Yvraine, suddenly cast his gaze towards Alexander.
Alexander just shrugged and continued to Reyna, "For example, look at that guy in red armor next to Yvraine."
"Thousand Faces Visarch, he was once Larian Songxing, the Avenger Shrine Exarch of the Biel-Tan Quiet Blade Shrine, Yvraine's teacher."
"As he taught Yvraine, he developed some different thoughts in his heart. Perhaps it could be said that he fell in love with his student."
"When Yvraine left the Quiet Blade Shrine, his heart was almost broken. Later, when he heard that Yvraine had gone to the Commoragh arena to fight gladiatorial battles, he didn't hesitate to abandon everything and disguised himself as a Nightmare Warrior to guard Yvraine's side."
"Of course, Yvraine didn't feel anything for him. Thousand Faces was simply a sycophant."
As Alexander spoke, Thousand Faces, standing nearby, tightly gripped his Silent Scream, Asuwal.
Yvraine's face first twitched, then her expression towards Thousand Faces went from embarrassment to indifferent coldness.
Reyna noticed this scene and couldn't help but gasp slightly, "The Eldar's emotions are truly rich."
"But it's precisely because of these two Eldar that the Ultramarines are very wary of us. Can we slip out?" Reyna asked softly.
Alexander shrugged. This was not difficult for him at all.
Although Alexander did not plan to directly revive Guilliman through the anywhere door, the map still had to be obtained.
This would make many things much more convenient.
The tanuki tail hidden under Alexander's clothes moved slightly, and the tanuki glasses under the Body Clay were faintly visible.
This item, called the tanuki suit, quickly wove an illusion, enveloping Alexander.
Using the illusion created by the tanuki suit, a Cadia 184th Regiment warrior, identical in face to Alexander's current appearance, crawled out of the four-dimensional pocket.
Alexander had disguised himself as him. The moment he crawled out, Alexander quickly pulled a Blind Spot Star from the four-dimensional pocket and placed it on his chest.
In the eyes of others, Alexander almost vanished on the spot.
And in the eyes of the guards, who were confused by the illusion woven by the tanuki glasses, nothing had changed.
Alexander had learned this trick from Mephiston.
Alexander, relying on the sound-dampening and stealth features of the Phantom Thief DX Suit, combined with the almost flawless concealment ability of the Blind Spot Star, quietly walked to the wall of the brig.
The walls surrounding this brig were thick ceramite plates, almost impossible to pass through under normal circumstances.
But for Alexander, purely physical obstacles did not exist.
He casually pulled an anywhere door from the four-dimensional pocket and placed it on the wall, instantly stepping through it.
When he poked his head out, he found himself standing in the ship's corridor of the glory blade.
Alexander quickly and without a trace stuffed the anywhere door into the four-dimensional pocket, then shook the four-dimensional pocket.
Sylandri Shadowseer, wearing a Blind Spot Star, hurriedly crawled out of the four-dimensional pocket.
Sylandri Shadowseer had been silently watching what was happening outside from within the four-dimensional pocket.
She couldn't help but look at Alexander and exclaim:
"Boss, with you, why do we need Cegorach?"
"You're not the Grim Reaper of humanity; aren't you the Lord of Change of humanity?!"