Under Rose's commands, the Aegida becos all of a sudden friendly and welcoming, and thus I fill their prison dungeon with those 300 Mantis Warriors I have 'rescued' from the siege at Forge Angstrom.
Their own Primarch is here to chastise them after all, since the Mantis were a successor Chapter of the White Scars. The crew of a Mantis cruiser also appears in the adjacent cells, while their Mantis Strike Cruiser simply appears on a tangent course with the Inquisitorial Fortress, with a single tech-priest on the bridge. Should be enough to allow an honor guard and an independent vessel for the Primarch, at least til Ultramar.
"When you reach the Segntum Solar, do investigate Hive World Black Grail and its attendant fleet.
In a minute, the planet burns and none of the traitors escape the flas, incinerated along with all the weapon factories and demon engines they were preparing.
Two more torpedoes appear beside , but I'm no hurry to exhaust myself. The other two planets in the Mataras system don't have fleets, and their heretical inhabitants can only wail in despair, knowing what fiery inferno awaits.
"...Oblivion. You would make a great Inquisitor, my dear Pef." Rose whispers while her tarot cards spin in the air, and yet refuse to fall.
"I think I have sufficient power for now. So, you heard of Inquisitor Kryptman's plan to burn all the world in the path of the Tyranids? Without evacuation, of course." I muse to myself, while keeping watch for my Astartes battling another demon incursion.
"...That's...how many worlds are we talking about?" the Inquisitor asks in a calculating voice.
Well, burning worlds is a sad but realistic choice in this grim future. But sotis common sense should prevail.
"Thousands of human planets at least, probably ten tis as many, if nobody reports him, and nobody will dare, because the Inquisition acts with godly impunity. And I'm not talking of our Sotha solution, burning the Hive fleet in orbit. No, that would require he exposes himself to danger, instead of killing trillions of people preemptively. Plus all the valuable industry or a million Guard regints. So what do you think I should do, dear Inquisitor? Slap his hand or pat his back?" I ask rhetorically.
My Rose frowns in deep thought. "He will be excommunicated once those actions beco public. And he has to know this. Keep burning those cultist worlds, while I make a call back to Terra."
I nod and deposit Rose in the Aegida teleportarium, while a thin chronoblade appears on Janice's desk, now decorated with a dozen golden Aquilas on the hilt, and a sheath of Blackstone with a simple logo painted on it: Ave Deus Imperator.
"Take care of this weapon, and don't cut yourself. It was made to kill Great Demons, sweetie." I whisper to my daughter.
"Thanks dad! It feels old and powerful and kinda scary. It has seen so much death." my daughter murmurs in my mind.
I know it did, I have killed a hundred Orks with it myself. I should arm my bodyguards with these weapons, as they can slice any material without effort.
The hexagrammic pendant in my hand, once again covered with a brass cover painted with golden Aquilas, I teleport it on Roboute Guilliman's chest, ignoring the stasis field he is kept inside on Maccrage. The Pharos is much too advanced for a re stasis field to hold, just like I found out with the Sounding Board.
As expected, the Warp poison inside his veins doesn't like it and draws away, slowly pouring out of his wound, almost like it tries to run.
An STC dataslate falls from nowhere right on the stasis console, and interrupts the field while alarms start blaring inside the Ultramarine's fortress-monastery. It might even contain the warp-less drive STC and many of my inventions including more effective ships, fighters and vehicles.
In a minute, the neck wound heals and the Primarch opens his eyes in confusion. Damn bullshit regeneration, but then I have seen Khan many wounds worse than that. Just without the Warp poison.
"Why am I still alive?" he murmurs to himself.
"Your duty has not ended, Astartes. You have rested enough." I comnt in a wry voice, straight in his mind.
"Father?" he asks in suspicion and worry.
"Hah! I'm not as old your Father. Wait, I had sothing else..." I says cheerfully and drop another Null Rod in his lap. "I an really, Adam says no foes can best you, and then doesn't even give you a Null Rod? Pretty sure the Warp was among those foes."
I explain and then shut off the connection.
This guy is smart enough, and might even rember about the Pharos soon enough.
Ti to finish my business here and get going.
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