Chapter 456: The Man Who Creates Fear and the Man Who Does Not Fear

Titus woke up from a room that could be called luxurious for an Astartes.

Ultramarines adhere to the Codex, and their rooms are often very simple.

Even when Titus was the Second Captain of the Ultramarines, he only had a narrow little room. At one end of the room was a round table, at the other end was a small bed. On the headboard were replicas of the honors he had received—Iron Halo, Iron Skull, Laurel, Purity Seal, Imperial Saint Emblem, Skull and Advice—besides that, there was only the *Codex Astartes*.

And on the *Light of the Lord*, the room Titus was assigned to belonged to the fleet commanders who followed Macharius on the expedition in the past, revealing the luxury belonging to mortals, spacious and full of various decorations. The bed was so big that even a Space Marine like Titus thought it was too big...

The bed should definitely be made smaller, so that in an emergency, time wouldn't be wasted getting out of bed.

Titus thought silently in his heart; it took him two or three seconds to crawl out of the eight-meter-wide bed.

The Blood Angels hoped to install blood coffins in their rooms—that seemed to be a machine used by the Blood Angels to rest, which could keep them in a better state—this request was agreed to.

If Titus requested to make the bed smaller, or change to a relatively smaller room, it should also be agreed to.

That Thor, who was definitely a son of Fulgrim but stubbornly claimed to be a son of Rogal Dorn, would say he didn't know how to feel the beauty in life, but compared to enjoyment, Ultramarines preferred loyalty, honor, and practicality.

With the help of the holy machinery of Mars and servitors, Titus put on his power armor—on the *Light of the Lord*, there was no need to play binary prayers or soothe the machine spirit of the Adeptus Mechanicus when putting on power armor, because the original power was the owner of this ship.

This was also a point to note; on the *Light of the Lord*, all machine spirits were very happy, and Titus could feel that the state of his power armor was very good.

There were many strange "rules" on the *Light of the Lord* that needed attention.

These rules were not set by anyone, but were small customs gradually formed by some Astartes and mortals who didn't know the truth about some unique aspects of the *Light of the Lord*.

For example, Article 1 of the *Light of the Lord Survival Manual*:

If you see an Astartes wearing a hood, wrapped in blood energy, and named Kharn, you don't need to panic. He is actually a Blood Angel with a bad temper, who just happens to have the same name as the Khorne Chosen Kharn. In most cases, you just need to pay tribute to him calmly.

There is also Article 2: If you hear a buzzing sound from the head of an Astartes named Kharn, then Article 1 is void. Please immediately keep a distance of more than twenty-two meters from him.

Titus knew the cause of this—that Kharn was the Khorne Chosen Kharn himself, and the buzzing sound on his head meant the Butcher's Nails were activating.

In addition, there is Article 3: If you see an Egyptian-style blue-armored Astartes wizard holding a black staff on this ship, please don't panic. That is just an ordinary Ultramarine Librarian who likes decoration, perhaps Lord Tigurius.

Article 4 related to this is: Do not mention words like numerology, Mortarion, Red Dust, Leman Russ, Space Wolves, back-stepping, Council of Nikaea, All Are Dust in front of this wizard, and absolutely do not grab a gray dust and say to the wizard that this is your brother.

The truth of this article is that the blue-armored wizard is actually the Tzeentch Chosen Ahriman.

There is also Article 5: If you find some individuals shaped like demons crawling out of cards on this ship, please don't panic. That is not a demon, that is a pure Dora Spirit.

Titus didn't want to comment on this article; that lord seemed to summon demons to play from time to time.

There were also things like don't get close when a Cadian-uniformed woman suspected of being an illegal psyker is practicing psychic powers, Nobita Nobi stealing dorayaki in the middle of the night, flying black Dreadnought, Eldar disguised as a black-haired and black-skinned boy, don't talk to Gabriel Seth if you don't have strong psychological endurance, etc.

Titus basically adapted to the strange aspects of this ship in a day or two.

After taking the bolter and chainsword, Titus went to the position he was responsible for guarding today.

According to the shift schedule, the one who should be on duty with him today should be... Lord Gabriel Seth, Flesh Tearers Chapter Master, current Eighth Company Captain of the Doraemon Chapter.

In his impression, the Flesh Tearers seemed to have not been full-strength due to some reasons, only maintaining a scale of four companies.

After the Battle of Baal, many Flesh Tearers sacrificed, and the remaining people added up to only a little more than one company.

So now all the veterans of the Flesh Tearers joined the Doraemon Chapter, temporarily serving as the Eighth Company.

As for the reconstruction work of the Flesh Tearers Chapter itself...

"I still can't accept those Primaris!"

In the corridor, Seth, who was patrolling with Titus, growled:

"They are different from us; they are more like you, like Ultramarines."

"They don't have Blood Thirst, don't have Black Rage."

As members of the Dora Twenty-Two Personal Choices who would fight side by side in the future, Titus would sooner or later discover the special aspects of Seth and other Blood Angels, and would discover Blood Thirst and Black Rage, so these Blood Angels did not hide the existence of Blood Thirst and Black Rage from Titus, but strongly requested Titus to keep it a secret.

"Titus, I'm not saying Blood Thirst and Black Rage are good things; they are blessings and curses. Undoubtedly, after Sanguinius is resurrected, Black Rage may not be considered a curse."

"It's just that we not only draw power from it, we also resist it, constantly struggling between anger and bloodthirsty desire. Only those with a sufficiently firm and noble soul, who can ensure their soul does not degenerate in this process, are Blood Angels; otherwise, they are just ghouls."

"But now, Blood Thirst and Black Rage have not appeared on those Primaris. They have not gone through tempering and testing; they are not Blood Angels, and they may not be ghouls."

"What about the Lamenters? Those warriors don't seem to have Blood Thirst and Black Rage either?" Titus asked.

This was what he heard from Zhou Yun.

The Lamenters were a product of the Cursed Founding era; they seemed to have had the defects in the Blood Angels' genes removed to some extent, and there was no Blood Thirst and Black Rage.

Titus's question made Seth stunned for a moment.

Then...

"A group of pitiful unlucky guys, a group of unlucky guys worthy of respect, a group of true sons of Sanguinius."

"They have suffered tempering worthy of the name of Blood Angel... I mean, if they are not worthy, then no one is worthy."

Seth shrugged his shoulders slightly.

The last information they knew about the Lamenters was before the Battle of Baal.

In order to protect the many Imperial worlds on the march of the Kraken Hive Fleet, the Lamenters launched one hopeless charge after another alone, and were already on the verge of being wiped out.

The Lamenters apologized in the communication for being unable to support Baal, but no one would blame them.

Titus smiled.

If it was according to Seth's statement, as long as the Primaris went through enough tempering and won enough glory, he would sooner or later accept the Primaris... it's just a pity that most of the Primaris Titus had seen now were still very immature.

Hmm, Thor was a small exception; he grew very fast, his swordsmanship was very high, and it seemed he dug it out from the combat memories stored in his gene-seed. He only needed two or three real battles, and he would grow into a first-class warrior.

Titus himself could not stand still. He was thinking about whether to adopt Kharn's previous suggestion and use iron chains to tie the chainsword to his arm?

Although Seth had been scolding Kharn as a traitor and shit, he himself had also started wrapping chains recently.

Hmm?

Titus raised his head a bit keenly.

Trembling, a slight trembling, under the veil of reality, in a place where physical senses could not perceive, a slight trembling came.

It was a trembling in the Warp; Titus's keen soul captured this trembling.

He raised the chainsword in his hand fiercely.

Seth didn't understand what Titus had discovered, but he saw Titus's reaction and knew there was a situation.

So he also raised his weapon together and asked Titus: "Found something? Hmm?"

Before his words fell, his own nose twitched a few times.

Now Seth also found something wrong.

"The smell of blood... where did the smell of blood come from." Seth's expression became hideous and terrifying.

"Warp," Titus replied.

"How is that possible? We are in orbit above Terra, directly above the Imperial Palace, the place where the light of the Astronomican is most intense."

Seth gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at the location where the bloody smell came from, and then——————

Seth smelled it, Seth saw it.

Boundless darkness, mixed with shrill wailing, painful roars, and terrifying bloody smells, surged toward Seth.

Between Seth's flesh and blood, deep in Seth's muscles, and in Seth's genes, emotions that shouldn't have been there suddenly burst out.

Fear.

Seth felt bone-chilling fear.

A black shadow squirmed and appeared on the *Light of the Lord*; the moment it appeared, it drowned Seth in fear.

Not only Seth, Seth could even perceive that the power armor on his body and the chainsword in his hand were afraid...

Seth trembled all over, fear drowning him like a thick black tide.

If it weren't for the fact that he could still be called strong-willed, he would probably have turned and fled right now————

"Lord Seth

"Lord Seth!!" A low roar awakened Seth.

Titus stood resolutely by Seth's side; the boundless, terrifying darkness seemed to have no effect on him at all.

His spirit stood firm, unyielding, and indomitable amidst the boundless fear, yet he remained completely undisturbed by it, his light burning bright, as solid as shining gold, even dispelling some of the fear that shrouded Seth.

"He is here!!"

"That thing has drilled into reality!"

Titus let out a low battle cry.

(End of Chapter)