Before he reunited with his Primarch in Prospero, and even before the mutation of flesh and blood invaded the Thousand Sons Legion, he had performed a simple mission as the most ordinary warrior in Holy Terra.

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"The inquiry has been made, sir."

"Then did they say where the other Red Dragon troops went?"

"But we don't have time to worry about them now, Fussy. Things here are more troublesome than I thought."

Now is not that time.

"Yes, my lord."

The Thousand Sons and the Iron Warriors filed out, orderly wiping out the last batch of resisters, and even captured a few unsteady prisoners for torture.

"We must try our best to collect the wisdom and books lost in this city. The world is about to usher in inevitable destruction, and we must save as much knowledge as possible at all costs before that. This is the key to our genes.

The Father’s will is also the greatest mission.”

"Have the results of the investigation come out?"

"They don't know, my lord."

"Now, let's get started."

But at this moment, [Red Dragon] appeared.

Magnus nodded. He looked in all directions and saw nothing but chaos.

"It's Atawa, sir. Atawa's team has not contacted us for half an hour. This far exceeds the communication interval you requested."

But that's all.

A lost ship from the Golden Age means endless possibilities: precious books and artworks, unique copies depicting thousands of years of history and knowledge, and even the possibility of obtaining something even more precious - such as an STC.

The Primarch took a deep breath.

"Forsis, regroup the troops."

"Let's go back to Kalena."

"Quick...quick! Quick! Quick!"
Chapter completed!