Chapter 264 04.0263: "Sir! Send out the air transport troops!"

Horatio was keenly aware that the two men's hands were actually exerting force secretly.

To be precise, it was Cato Sicarius who was exerting his strength secretly, and Donatos Aphiel was just passively maintaining the balance.

There was no strange expression on either of their faces; instead, they both had decent smiles on their faces.

“Cousin, you must be exhausted both physically and mentally after the long journey from the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar.

My fellow soldiers and I would like to welcome you cousins. Abyssal Port has heard that you are coming, and has specially held a grand triumphal ceremony for you in advance. I am sure you cousins ​​will attend in person, right?"

After Captain Afel's high emotional intelligence compliment, Cato Sicarius laughed with some unexpected satisfaction:
"Thank you so much for your help, Imperial soldiers. We, the Ultramarines, have only just started our journey, and even the triumphal ceremony has been held in advance for us."

“I have long heard of the great name of Lord Cato Sicarius, and it is a great honor to meet him today.

I beg you to show me your kindness and help boost the morale of the Gothic Fleet." Venuska Kataria and the head sister of the Holy Rose Sisters came forward to meet the emperor as representatives of the Imperial Navy and the Armed Sisters.

Everyone gave this legend enough face, which really made him satisfied.

"Since my cousin and the imperial soldiers have prepared a triumphal ceremony, I, Cato Sicarius, will respectfully obey your orders."

The legend waved his bright red cloak behind him, responded generously and dignifiedly, and walked down the platform with the Extreme Warriors behind him.

He paused as he passed a Red Hooded Black Shield warrior who refused to display the Chapter's emblem on his shoulder armor.

He looked the battle-brother in the face.

"Brother, I feel the connection between our bloodlines. Which Extreme Group are you from? Why do you call yourself Black Shield?"

Logically speaking, if the Captain took off his helmet, the other battle-brothers should return the favor, even if he was a Deathwatch.

Crack! Swish—

He slowly took off his helmet, revealing a head with four skull spikes and the classic crew cut of the Ultramarines.

Cato Sicarius' eyes suddenly widened and he stepped forward.

"Brother Titus."

Cato Sicarius naturally knew his predecessor.

"I heard that your heresy charge seems to have been resolved, but it is only a resolve. You still need to atone for your sins."

When Sicarius said this, his tone was not without a sense of superiority.

As the most popular card in the current battle group, he is always arrogant and cannot let go of his airs, even when facing his predecessor, and a predecessor with a stain on his face.

"That was always a false accusation, but I am unwilling to parade around with the honor of the Ultramarines, and the brothers of the chapter... will not tolerate my stain..." Titus' voice became smaller and smaller.

Sicarius snorted. He had nothing much to say to the senior in front of him whose stain had not yet been cleared.

"May the Emperor bless you, brother.

I hope you will remember that you are an Ultramarines first and a Deathwatch second. We are about to launch an expedition against the foul blue-blooded xenos."

Cato Sicarius hinted cryptically.

"I'll consider it. But Death Watch is my position. I will only go to the Eye of Damocles Watch Fortress near Damocles Bay if I receive an assignment."

Titus saluted with the Eagle, Sicarius returned the salute leisurely, and then the two men parted ways without further ado.
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"Thank you for the sainthood ceremony for me, Sister Superior, but was my position too conspicuous during the ceremony?"

"Please understand, son of Corelia. As the rank second only to saints, saints must occupy an important position in the entire ceremony. This is etiquette and a necessary move to highlight saints. We must obey."

Horatio watched from the hologram that on the day of the ceremony he would be standing in a chariot pulled by 13 horses, and his scalp tingled.

Such a conspicuous convertible, a purely handmade wooden frame, and no protection at all, isn't this the Kennedy-level treatment of "Melodyn"?

And if I spend all my time being on display, Farida might be in danger.

According to the prophecy of the Eldar Shadow Prophet, facing the enemy behind the scenes, it will take two people working together to win in the end. The puzzle is in his hands, and he must piece it together in the correct order to resolve the tragic future.

Captain Afel glanced at Horatio, who was hesitating and struggling, then stared at the hologram and said thoughtfully:
"First of all, this is a triumphal ceremony before the Saint's Ceremony. In this case, according to the ancient tradition of the empire, the people standing on the carriage have the right to paint their faces with red paint or wear masks."

As the versatile son of Sanguinius, the folklore expert in the field of Imperial culture is only one aspect of the Blood Angels. They are obviously very knowledgeable about the customs and practices of various ceremonies. What can be done and what cannot be done, even the State Church and the Armed Sisters sometimes pale in comparison in terms of relevant research and knowledge reserves.

"That's right. In the ancient Terran era, this meant that this person had the right to be a god for a day, which was one of the little privileges of the main character of the ceremony."

"In that case, we the Blood Angels will give you another gift." The captain looked at Horatio and motioned the old soldier with a golden helmet to present an exquisite ceramic steel box. After opening it, a golden mask of Sanguinius was revealed.

This is a handicraft that every Blood Angel must learn. When worn, it can perfectly conceal one's face and has a certain frontal bulletproof effect.

It is divided into two categories: the Mask of Sanguinius and the Death Mask of Sanguinius.

The former was worn by Sanguinius during the Great Crusade, a mask with bloody eyes and an expressionless face used to cover his handsome face and intimidate the enemy. Nowadays, it is mostly worn by ordinary Space Marines of the Chapter.

The latter is a golden mask that replicates the face of the Gene-Father when he died in battle. It is usually worn by high-ranking Space Marines of the Chapter, including the Holy Sanguinary Guards and Chapter Master Dante himself.

"Wearing this mask will allow you to look both noble and elegant during the ceremony, while also providing protection without being obtrusive. It can protect the wearer from bullets from the front. I give it to you as my personal gift, and I hope that the glory of Saint Guinius will always surround you."

In order not to break the Holy Blood Herald's principle of non-interference, Captain Afiel hinted in a subtle way.

As for the final outcome, we can only leave it to fate.

Horatio looked at the mask that perfectly concealed his face, thinking.

Yes, since it is the custom of ancient Terra, anyone can dress up as a god for a day.

Although he is not a Space Marine, what is wrong with wearing a Sanguinius mask to hide his identity during the triumphal ceremony?

Even if someone from the state religion raised any objections, the Blood Angels could use scriptures and historical materials to engage in a war of words with them and give them a slap in the face.

In private meetings.

An impenetrable net has been woven together, waiting for the enemy to show his true colors.

Every Space Marine Company has their duties, every deployed unit has its mission.

With the reinforcement of the three startup companies and the Death Watch strike team, this time, Abyss Port is fully prepared to deal with any emergency.

Not only will the tragedy of St. Gilles' Day not happen again, but those behind the scenes will be completely wiped out tomorrow!
The Gothic Fleet strike group, waiting to sail far away, swings its sword towards the enemies of the Emperor, and no one can stop it!
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That night, inside the Military Intelligence Headquarters.

"Mr. Peru, the Guild Alliance has increased the cost of survival again. The current cost is as high as 55% of the average income of Zhongchao.

The people of the Zhongchao in Abyssal Harbor can only eat bread for every meal. Yes, they pay multiples of the tithe to the empire, but the way they collect it is simply forcing the people of the Zhongchao to revolt and draining the pond to catch all the fish."

Not long ago, Horatio strode into Brigadier General Peru's office with a latest report.

This is the announcement released by the Guild Alliance this afternoon. After comparing it with the statistics department's analysis of the per capita income of Zhongchao, they actually came up with an outrageous and exaggerated number of 55%.

Even if the people in Zhongchao don’t eat or drink every month, they still have to pay 2500 Gothic coins for water, electricity and air!
Not to mention that there are so many people below the average income level who cannot earn that much money.

Brigadier General Peru took a deep breath and frowned.

"Sir, how can we run a good fleet with insects like these?" Horatio slammed his hands on the table and said righteously.

He was very worried that a large-scale uprising would break out at this critical juncture, causing the targets they wanted to capture to escape in the chaos.

Moreover, this is the anchorage of the Gothic Fleet. Large-scale riots will inevitably affect the normal operation and safety of the star port. Riots and strikes in the star port are unacceptable to the Imperial Navy.

If this happens, the fleet will once again be distracted by the burning backyard, delaying the performance of its duties.

"Mr. Elphinstone, what do you think?" Brigadier General Peru looked up and asked.

"The Guild Alliance actually paid double the tithe, and the Ministry of the Interior is very satisfied with the service of the Guild Alliance. You know, the Star Region Ministry of the Interior doesn't care what happens on the planet, they only care about how much tithe Abyss Port can pay to the Empire. So... I think there is nothing we can do about this...

? ”

Captain Elphinstone's tone cleverly turned into a rhetorical question.

"According to the evidence we have collected, the process by which the Guild Alliance came to power at the right time nine years ago was very problematic. In fact, this is not a coincidence of a normal political struggle on the planet. This is a big conspiracy that has been plotted nine years ago or even longer."

The captain said confidently, "I think it's time for the Gothic Fleet to intervene in the planet's politics, Master Peru. Otherwise, this fire will sooner or later burn our Gothic Fleet."

Brigadier General Edward Perroux narrowed his eyes.

"If necessary, send air transport troops to the Guild Alliance Government. This is no longer an ordinary conspiracy, we must strike hard!"

　Yesterday, at the reminder of a reader, the Document Court checked the relevant details and found that Titus felt that he had let down the chapter at this time, so he covered the chapter emblem with a black shawl and called himself a black shield. Therefore, the fourth chapter of the Emperor's Head was slightly modified.

　　Due to the mistake made by the Clerk’s Court, it has been decided to update three times tomorrow!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)