Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

Chapter 556 Embarrassment

When Tiberus turned his gaze to the four-member Fallen Angel team behind Farahel, his brows furrowed involuntarily. He hesitated for a moment, then spoke bluntly:

"However... your numbers are far too small. Even if you were fortunate enough to receive the Star Lord's blessing, with such a weak force, it would be difficult for you to carry out important missions or participate in fierce battles on your own.

Are you really willing to give up the glory of being a warrior and become an ordinary person without a name?"

Facing Tiberus's question, Farahel's eyes flashed with determination. He clenched his fists and responded firmly:

"No! I absolutely refuse to become an ordinary person like this! I long to continue to fight.

I will avenge my brothers who died tragically at the hands of the Dark Angels and the demons with my own hands! Even if the road ahead is filled with thorns and dangers, I will never retreat!

I also want to ask the Dark Angels why they are so obsessed with hunting us down, and what have we done wrong."

Tiberus stared silently into Farahel's eyes, which were filled with hatred and anger, and a trace of pity involuntarily welled up in his heart. The suffering these people had endured was truly heartbreaking.

As his eyes swept over Farahel and his companions, memories of the past flooded into his mind like a tide, especially the once very familiar Carcharodon Regiment.

At that time, the Carcharodon Chapter's faith in the Emperor was as firm as a rock and unwavering until death, but fate always seemed to be unfair to them. For thousands of years, this brave and fearless Chapter was always trapped in poverty and destitution, unable to extricate itself.

Due to the long-term lack of sufficient weapons and equipment supplies from the vast empire, the Carcharodon Regiment had to rely on its own strength and use looting and plundering to maintain the survival and continuation of the team.

Every battle is a life-and-death struggle, and every piece of hard-earned equipment carries the blood and sweat of countless soldiers.

However, since he was fortunate enough to join the ranks of the Star Lord, everything has changed dramatically.

Today, the Sharknado Corps no longer worries about the lack of resources. Weapons and equipment are delivered in an endless stream.

Not only that, but even the Space Marines within the Chapter have been massively expanded and supplemented, making them increasingly powerful. Compared to the past, this generous treatment is truly a world apart!

Looking at the tattered and outdated equipment worn by Farahel and his companions, and thinking of their current miserable situation, Tiberus couldn't help but sigh softly and slowly said:

"Although I deeply sympathize with the misfortunes you've experienced, I have to admit that the scale of just the five of you is indeed too small.

If you do not have a sufficient number of gene seeds as a reserve force, then it is almost a fantasy to want to become an independent regiment with such a thin lineup.

However, my Carcharhinus can provide you with a temporary shelter. Once you have successfully recruited over a hundred Fallen Angels, you can apply to Captain Grey for permission to form a chapter entirely of your own, and use this opportunity to launch an operation of revenge against the Dark Angels."

After listening to what Tiberus said, Farahel shook his head slightly:

"Thank you very much for your kindness, but we actually have more than a hundred Space Marines in the Germa system.

Not only that, we also have a strike cruiser, as well as several high-performance frigates and destroyers. With our current strength, it should be enough to support the operation of an independent regiment, right? "

As he spoke, Farahel's eyes were involuntarily attracted by the Terminator power armors worn by Tiberus and his companions, which were gleaming with cold light and carefully forged from precious adamantine gold.

His face showed undisguised envy, and he knew very well that the reason why the other party was able to possess such sophisticated and advanced weapons and equipment was definitely because it was a reward obtained after joining the mysterious and powerful Lord of the Stars.

Otherwise, considering that the Carcharodon Regiment is notoriously poor, how could so many of them be wearing Terminator power armor, and made of adamantium at that.

After hearing what Farahel said, Tiberus showed an extremely surprised expression on his face. He widened his eyes and looked at Farahel in disbelief, as if he had heard a fairy tale.

"What? You have more than a hundred Space Marines in the Germa system and your own fleet? But... but why didn't our flagship's scanner detect your warships at all?" Tiberus frowned and asked in confusion.

Farahel smiled bitterly and shook his head. His originally resolute face now looked extremely tired and helpless.

"Alas! To be honest, all the energy in our battleship has been completely consumed.

In order to conserve our remaining energy, we have been forced to shut down all our mechanical creations, including those that can generate signals that you can detect. Therefore, your radars will naturally be unable to detect our presence.

As Tiberus listened to Farahel's explanation, he couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy in his heart.

He stared at the once-awesome Space Marine leader before him, now in such a miserable state. Over a hundred Space Marines gathered together should have been a formidable force, but now they had even exhausted the energy in their battleships. It was truly unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Tiberus couldn't help but sigh. He knew how difficult it was to survive in the vastness of the universe, especially when facing the pursuit of the enemy.

For someone like Farahel to survive the relentless pursuit of the Dark Angels, he not only needs to possess unparalleled strength, but also extraordinary luck.

After all, in this galaxy full of dangers, a little carelessness could lead to eternal damnation.

Tiberus sighed, "You're really lucky. If Mandeville Point hadn't been closed, I'm afraid you would have already left the Germa System under the pursuit of the Dark Angels, and there wouldn't be more than a hundred Space Marines left alive.

However, your numbers have reached the minimum standard, and you can form a separate regiment."

"Our organization can be preserved." Farahel looked at Tiberos with surprise.

"It can be protected." Tiberius nodded affirmatively.