Warren was shaken.

What's wrong with using those dark powers in order to serve the Primarch and be loyal to the Emperor again?

Warren rubbed his mechanical wrist, and the cold touch made his mind clearer and his thinking more comprehensive.

His arm was lost during the war when the Tyranids invaded the Ultramar Star Territory.

A cunning genestealer has infiltrated the planet Pharos.

Trying to guide their filthy race to come to this planet and harvest biomass.

In order to appease the people's fear, Valen personally led a team to encircle and suppress the disgusting alien and the traitors corrupted by it.

That was a terrifying guy, and human bodies were easily cut off like weeds in front of it.

Warren's arm was also cut off by the struggling monster.

After that incident, the priests of the Mechanicum installed a mechanical prosthesis on him, allowing him to continue serving the great Emperor.

"Sir, power has nothing to do with evil. This is a spell of equal exchange. Aren't you willing to make some sacrifices for those people?? There are so many enemies of the original body, and those corrupt nobles are watching all the time.

He, tried to stop his reforms."

"Terra is hostile to him, the Adeptus Mechanicus is dissatisfied with him, and the old guard of the Ecclesiarchy thinks he is treacherous. The Primarch is so weak and needs the help of every loyalist, but you are unwilling to help him??"

The businessman was persuasive and asked one question after another, leaving Warren unable to answer.

A simple sorcery ritual would help him continue to serve the Imperium and continue to fight for the reformation of the Primarch.

For this great purpose, what does the small sacrifice matter?

"This is a book that records witchcraft. Sir, you can keep it as a collection." The businessman presented the book without a cover with both hands.

Warren felt disgusted, and a voice inside told him that he should not be exposed to such things.

Chaos is a lie, and their promises are always false and unworthy of belief.

But he picked it up by accident.

"I just want to be more loyal to the Emperor and serve the original body better. As long as the final result is good, what does it matter if there are some mistakes in the process??"

Warren kept soothing his heart.

There is nothing wrong with doing this.

There is nothing wrong with loyalty.

Yes, for loyalty and for a greater cause, a little sacrifice is worth it.

"You please step aside." Warren said to the businessman, stroking the book without a cover.

"Okay, sir." The businessman saluted respectfully and walked out.

After walking out of the grand planetary governor's palace, the businessman got on his hover car and went to a large building with no people around.

It is a very secret building.

Ordinary people don't know much about this. They can only often see a group of believers wearing robes holding the emperor's shrine and various scriptures.

It looks like a small group gathered here because of the Emperor's faith.

However, it's not all that simple.

If someone accidentally finds a secret passage and walks into an unknown underground chamber, he will definitely scream in horror at the horror inside.

Absolutely forbidden by the Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy, the Eight-Pointed Star of Chaos is inscribed on every wall of the darkroom.

Some slaves with scars all over their bodies and eyes blinded by torture were forced to kneel in iron cages and were beaten with whips with thorns by Chaos cultists, or subjected to various inhuman tortures.

They use the pain of these slaves to please the Chaos Gods and prove their pious beliefs.

These slaves are missing persons from various cities in Faros.

The inspection team checked many times but could not find it out.

I never thought that all these missing people would be kidnapped here and subjected to evil rituals and inhumane torture by these cultists.

After the merchant entered here, he also changed into a robe.

Led by several believers holding incense in their hands, we entered the underground chamber.

Pray to the nine eight-pointed stars carved with blood.

On the altar, the sacrificial ceremony was proceeding in an orderly manner.

"Please, let me go."

The woman, covered in blood and tortured to the point of mental breakdown, begged the man who grabbed her hair and put her on the ground and dragged her along.

"Sacrificing your life for God is a gift."

The man in a robe took out a sharp knife, held the woman's head down, and slashed her neck.

It's like slaughtering a chicken.

She tried to cover the wound, but blood flowed from her fingers.

The man threw the convulsing woman on the altar and let her blood flow into the rune patterns that had already been carved.

The death process of a woman is extremely painful, and the man has perfectly mastered the technique of killing.

Make sure she will die, but not so quickly.

Her pain lasted until the prayer ended.

The ceremony is over.

An elder with an eight-pointed star of chaos engraved on his face walked up to the businessman.

"How's the plan going?"

"It's perfect. He has accepted our gift." The businessman said respectfully.

"Very good." The elder showed a smile, then turned to look at the other believers, "The great divine revelation will come, allowing us to get rid of the control of the Corpse Emperor and truly embrace the gods."

The other believers all looked happy and sang praises to the gods.

The elder looked at everyone's performance and was very satisfied. He looked at the businessman again.

"Continue to pay attention and find a way to let him perform the ritual as soon as possible. We will eventually overthrow the rule of the Corpse Emperor and let mankind move towards a new life under the glory of the gods."

"I will, elder. It has always been my dream to defeat the Corpse Emperor and welcome the age of gods."

The elder patted the businessman on the shoulder and said, "Very good, now continue to complete this task."

Standing on a balcony high above the Governor's Palace, Wallen overlooked the entire city.

The city is prosperous and people have happy smiles on their faces.

After looking inside the city, Valen looked towards the distance of the city. In the northeast, close to the inland direction, there was a towering steel mountain range.

There are a lot of spaceships coming in and out.

That majestic mountain range is said to be a lighthouse.

In the past, the Nova Chapter was responsible for guarding it, but now there are even more people guarding it.

It is heavily guarded and no one else is allowed to approach.

Valen knew what was there, a beacon, a warp beacon that did not require the Emperor's power to operate.

The Great Rift split the Milky Way, and it is said that the light of the Star Torch can no longer penetrate the rift and reach the other side of the Empire.

The imperial world over there has lost the guidance of the Star Torch and can only fumble forward in the chaotic subspace. The situation is very critical.

The original body hopes to use this lighthouse to solve this problem and build a brand new lighthouse in the dark realm of the empire to help the human fleet navigate.

The empire needs the sincere cooperation of every loyalist. Only in this way can human civilization continue to survive in this cold and cruel universe.

"I can do more." Valen said to himself in his heart

He has made up his mind.

Use that little witchcraft to extend your life.

"Yak." Valen called out to a servant he had recruited not long ago.

"Sir, do you have any orders?"

A handsome young man wearing servant clothes walked in quickly.

His eyes were clear and simple, like a pair of gems.

His eyes showed respect and admiration for Warren.

"Do you believe me? Yak." Warren looked at Yak and asked.

"Of course, sir, there is no doubt about this. You have brought prosperity and well-being to Pharos for more than two centuries." Yak's tone was very sincere, without any hypocrisy.

"I want to ask you a question. If you pay a small price, you can let me continue to protect Pharos, will you pay?" Valen asked.

"Sir, are you kidding me?" Yake asked with a smile.

"What's your answer?"
To be continued...