I am in Warhammer's Heartsteel

Chapter 040: This Fisher is Not That Fisher

"Let's make a deal."

The long-dormant fragments of the Nightbringer Star God emerged and established a conscious exchange with Dejan.

Deyan had always been wary of Him, and hearing this only deepened his suspicions. He was also very curious about what the other person was up to.

"A deal? What deal?"

"I will reveal the secrets to 1000 souls."

"Come on!"

Deyang refused outright. A star god who had been starving for tens of millions of years suddenly eating a thousand souls—who knows what kind of trouble that would cause.

If he were to break free of his cage, he would be the first to die.

Those who embrace the night, settling for second best, speak with an air of seduction.

"Alright, 100. Think about it. It's just 100 souls. They can help you figure out the truth about the Katafrax rebellion, and could even save your life in a critical moment."

Dejan, of course, wanted to know the truth about the Cataphrax rebellion.

Did the Fisher family actually betray the family?

This problem weighed on his chest like a boulder, making him feel uneasy and unable to breathe.

But it would cost 100 souls, not even one, let alone 100!

In the idealistic Warhammer, the soul is life.

What's the difference between sacrificing someone else's soul and being a traitor or heretic?

Deyang adheres to the bottom line of being a human being.

In the cruel and dark galaxy, it is important to uphold your principles.

Using others as firewood, there's only one like it in the entire galaxy.

"No, and I can tell you that once I die, you will never be able to get out. Only I, as the master, can control the arm guard."

The Nightbringer fell silent, seemingly weighing the pros and cons, before finally responding resignedly after a long pause: "Falling into your hands, I reckon I'm the unluckiest star god."

Dejan retorted, "No, you're not. Landugor is the unluckiest bastard."

Landugor the Skinner is one of the Star Gods who helped the Fearful Ones shed their flesh and blood bodies, undergo biological transfer, and evolve into space necromancers.

At the end of the War of Heaven, it was betrayed by the Necromancer of the Space, and not only was it shattered, but its fragments were also completely wiped out by the Menak dynasty.

Of course, in retaliation, before his death, Landugor spread the Skinner Virus curse to the Necromancers of the cosmos. Those affected would crave flesh and blood, and this remains a major problem for the Necromancers of the cosmos to this day.

Compared to Landugor the Skinner, who was reduced to ashes, Azagorod the Nightbringer at least exists in fragments.

"You even know about Landugor!" The Nightbringer was greatly surprised, but considering that Dejan possessed Horlock's Armguard, an artifact that could easily imprison fragments of the Star God, and combined with the various magical events that had happened to him, it wasn't surprising.

"That incompetent fellow doesn't deserve to be called a Star God; I'd rather devour him. However, the curse he left behind is rather interesting."

Noticing the troops regrouping outside the church, Deyang's patience gradually wore thin.

"Just say what you have to say. I don't have time to play riddles with you."

"How ridiculous that you humans actually believe time exists linearly." The possessor made no attempt to hide the sense of superiority that higher-dimensional beings felt over lower-dimensional beings.

Dejan: "What do you mean?"

Time doesn't exist.

"How could that be? You're making this up..." Deyang subconsciously denied it, but then seemed to realize something and pulled his foot back.

Smoke filled the air outside the church.

Cool sunlight streamed through the rose window, casting dappled patterns on the pulpit.

Deyang stared blankly at the dazzling spots of light, his mind churning with clues, completing a logical loop at an incredible speed.

"I understand, I understand!"

He could no longer remain calm, pacing back and forth in the church, his every move revealing the ecstasy of solving the mystery.

"Time does not exist or annihilate itself linearly. In the subspace storm, time is not a river, but a turbulent and chaotic ocean."

The attack comes from the future!

The Hoffman family was just a pleasant surprise!

Subspace is a dimension devoid of reason, composed of the emotions and souls of intelligent life forms, and it lacks physical laws and the concept of spacetime.

Subspace travel is often plagued by blunders.

You could leave today and arrive yesterday, or leave today and arrive 100 years from now.

Under this premise, the Catafrax rebellion is entirely plausible.

Dejan was thrilled, his eyes revealing undisguised astonishment.

"The attacker was indeed Fisher, but not the current Fisher, but the future Fisher!"

The Fisher family will be corrupted and betrayed in the future.

They traveled back to the present via the warp to attack the Imperial world.

They are traitors from the future!

The future Fisher family knight mechs are unrelated to the current Fisher family!

They are indeed the same group of people, but they are at different stages of the timeline.

Deyang's mind suddenly cleared, but then he frowned again.

If the attacker is the future Fisher, how would he deal with the current Fisher family?

A group of traitors destined to fall.

But... they haven't fallen yet.

We cannot punish people in the present for mistakes made in the future.

Or perhaps Fisher has already sold the Soul Codex to a powerful evil being in the warp, and is simply brewing a larger conspiracy.

It is possible.

Even chaos has its own factions.

The various factions are mostly in a competitive and hostile relationship.

It's not surprising that the Fisher family would help suppress the Hoffman family's rebellion, but who knows when they'll show their fangs?

Deyang took a deep breath, his heart heavy and filled with complex emotions.

If he had a choice, he would certainly hope that the Fisher family hadn't betrayed them, so that he could still rely on their strength to fight the rebels.

Otherwise, he would face two traitorous knight families.

We should still prepare for the worst.

"Sir, we are ready," Sister Martha reported as she entered.

Dejan nodded, slung his explosive pistol over his shoulder, and followed the group to rendezvous with the lancer squad.

The team broke through to Holy Cross Street.

He finally met the two squads of lancers.

One Valarnis Knight, two Crusaders, four Paladins, six Rangers, plus several Squires for reconnaissance and cover.

Without a doubt, this is a formidable team.

However, Dejan was not happy at all, and watched the leader of the Dominator-class mechs, Valanis, with vigilance.

The mecha is engraved with a leaf and thunder hand emblem.

The driver's identity is immediately apparent.

Arthur Fisher!

In Dejan's eyes now, this guy is no different from Reddridge Hoffman.

"We meet again, Mr. Davent. I've heard of your deeds, how you turned the tide. Thank you for fighting for the people of Cataflax!"

Arthur Fisher's aged voice came through the communication system.

Dejan stood in the 14-meter-high shadow of the Valanis Knight mech, looking at the robust twin-barreled volcano cannon and the oppressive twin-barreled destroyer missile launcher, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

If that hit him, wouldn't he be covered in bruises?

"Exterminating the aliens is the responsibility of the Inquisition, and it is my duty."

Time is of the essence, let's go!

The two groups joined forces and charged toward the traitor.

Amidst the hissing of the hydraulic system and the thuds of the pistons colliding, Dejan gazed at the Fisher family knight mechs, his thoughts drifting along with the white exhaust fumes billowing from the exhaust grilles.

Will the knights choose to rebel or embrace their predetermined fate?