Aboard the All-Knowing Mystery,
Gabriel Angelos, Chapter Master of the Blood Ravens, stood on a high platform in the armory, watching Blood Ravens come and go.
These Blood Ravens were busy transporting the Blood Ravens Chapter equipment and relics they had just "rescued" from the Necron. From above, they looked like a flock of dark red ravens diligently working.
"My Lord, what should we do with these Necron Gauss weapons?" The Master of the Blood Ravens' Armory asked, pointing to the Necron Gauss rifles they had recovered.
These Necron weapons could unleash green lightning beams capable of tearing apart atomic structures. Neither ceramite armor nor starship hulls could withstand their damage.
Their preciousness was self-evident.
However, these were, after all, unholy Xenos weapons.
"What do you mean, Necron Gauss weapons?"
Gabriel Angelos glared at the Master of the Armory:
"Does our Chapter have such unholy Necron weapons?"
"Isn't this our Blood Ravens' ancestral Dark Age of Technology disintegrator gun?"
"Hmph! You, Master of the Armory, are too irresponsible! The paint is all chipped!"
"Repaint them dark red, and I won't punish you this time!"
The Master of the Armory quickly bowed his head humbly and began to repaint those Necron Gauss—oh no, those faded Dark Age of Technology disintegrator guns—according to Gabriel's instructions.
"Sir! Come and see!!!" A new recruit, who was responsible for sorting the spoils, shouted, holding up a bright dagger in both hands. Beside his feet lay a gleaming amulet and an exquisitely crafted sword scabbard.
Gabriel Angelos' mechanical right eye rapidly zoomed in, noticing the form of the dagger, and he was slightly startled.
He descended from the high platform and quickly walked to the new recruit, taking the dagger from him.
The dagger was shaped like a skinning knife for forest beasts. Its hilt was cast from dark gold metal, forming a winged, robed human figure, and the grip was wrapped in some kind of coarse animal hide.
Gabriel Angelos held the dagger aloft, feeling its balance and elegance.
An excellent, top-tier weapon, it was definitely made by a founding Chapter, and possibly even from the Legion era ten thousand years ago.
Gabriel Angelos brought the sword closer, and suddenly noticed an inscription on it:
"Lion El'Jonson's Gift, to Luther."
After reading these words, Gabriel Angelos' heart sank slightly.
Then he picked up the sword scabbard and amulet from the ground and examined them carefully.
The amulet was shaped like a winged short sword, the size of an Astartes' palm, and clearly had a powerful deflection field generator installed inside.
Its exquisite craftsmanship and the strength of the field it generated were enough to rival the Iron Halo of a Primarch, treasured in the Blood Ravens' relic vault.
And this sword scabbard was equally exquisite. It appeared to be just armor for storing a weapon, but inside it had a complete Static Field system, independently powered, enough to protect the items stored within the scabbard from decay and rust for ten thousand years.
The sword scabbard also bore the ancient mark of the First Legion and was inscribed with words like "Lion's Gift to Luther."
"..Sir, should these be returned to the Dark Angels Chapter?" the new recruit asked.
Gabriel couldn't help but sigh.
Ever since the Blood Ravens' recruitment world was destroyed and the Great Rift opened, the Chapter's days had been getting worse, becoming increasingly difficult.
The quality of new recruits had also declined significantly. A Blood Raven from Cyrene would never have asked such a question before.
"My child, you must understand that our Chapter is not wealthy and is often in distress and isolated."
"We do not know the true origin of our Chapter. We have had no gene-father since our inception."
"Not to mention Chapters like the Ultramarines and Blood Angels whose Primarchs have returned, even those Chapters whose Primarchs have not returned can still help each other with Chapters of the same lineage."
"But the Blood Ravens are isolated, the Blood Ravens survive alone. Now with the Great Rift open, we have not only lost contact with our recruitment world but also with many of our own companies. Even Warp jumps have become difficult."
"We are already poor in resources, and now we are in deep trouble. We must utilize every bit of resource, just as we draw strength from our past history."
"Do you understand, child?"
The new recruit nodded, half-understanding, then looked at the three items—the dagger, sword scabbard, and amulet—that Lion had given to Luther, then stolen by the Necron Trazyn, and finally ended up in the hands of the Blood Ravens:
"So, what about these three Dark Angels relics...?"
"What Dark Angels relics? Are these not relics our Chapter ancestors admired, reading about Lion El'Jonson's glorious achievements during the Great Crusade, and then forged themselves in imitation of the Dark Angels' glory?"
Gabriel Angelos said righteously:
"Put these relics in our relic vault. The amulet and dagger can go next to the Fist of Dorn. Remember to keep them far away from Skarbrand's Hammer of Terror, so they aren't influenced and corrupted by Chaos energies."
"The Static Field inside the sword scabbard should also be utilized. Put Dante's Crown in there; it was a bit rusty when I last saw it. And Khan's Judgement, that axe should also fit."
"You ask where Dante's Crown is? It's between the Custodes armor reclaimed from the Vengeful Spirit and Celestine's belt."
"Be gentle when moving them; don't damage these relics. We have shallow resources and can't afford any waste."
After instructing the new recruit to properly place the three relics, Gabriel sighed slightly.
It was truly getting harder and harder.
As a fleet-based Chapter, the opening of the Great Rift had greatly affected the Blood Ravens' living environment, even severing contact between many companies and ships.
For survival, Gabriel could only demand that each company exercise its initiative, find ways to survive, and rendezvous with the Chapter.
However, some companies' initiative was a bit too excessive...
Gabriel rubbed his brow and walked into the deepest part of the armory.
He passed the Relic Flamer Baal Hell, the bolter Ancient Crossbow once used by Calgar, walked past the Heavy Bolter Lion's Roar, the lost Plasma Pistol Jupiter Thunder of the Deathwatch, and the Chainsword Flesh Tearers' Pride. He then skirted around the Power Axe Fenris' Tooth and the pistol Winter's Truth used by Ulrik the Slayer, stopping before a warhammer.
This warhammer shimmered with dazzling silver light. Since the Phoenix's Hand took this warhammer from the forge, its radiance had never dimmed for a moment. Even after the Iron Lord later made sacrilegious modifications to this warhammer, its light still could not be concealed.
The Warhammer forgebreaker, once personally forged by Primarch Fulgrim and gifted to Ferrus Manus. After Ferrus Manus was beheaded by Fulgrim, it was given by Fulgrim, along with Ferrus' head, to Horus as a sign of loyalty. Horus then gifted it to Perturabo.
Perturabo modified this warhammer and used it as a weapon for ten thousand years.
Recently, a Blood Ravens company rendezvoused with the All-Knowing Mystery, and they brought back this warhammer.
In Gabriel's eyes, this warhammer was both a precious relic and a dangerous part of their history.
Now, with the surging tides of Chaos across the galaxy, destiny was constantly changing, and the Blood Ravens had become a part of this storm.
Gabriel had to find a way to protect his Chapter against the Emperor and the enemies of mankind.
The forgebreaker warhammer shimmered with a cold light, this ancient warhammer seemingly reflecting the swirling vortex of the galaxy's destiny.