Clovis' vision was different from that of ordinary people.
He possessed the ability to see the threads of fate in the Warp.
This special ability allowed him to better track down various daemons in the galaxy.
Sensing the anticipation in his brothers' eyes, Clovis shook his head.
"The enemy is far more cunning than we imagined. I cannot see their threads of fate. The only thing I can see is that all the threads of fate are entangled here at the Pharos Fortress."
"The enemy's target is the Pharos?" one of the Grey Knights asked.
"I think so. We need to inform others of this threat," Clovis said in a low voice.
The meeting was held in the War Room of the Pharos Lighthouse.
Saint Celestine, Black Templars Marshal Amalrich, an Inquisitor from the Inquisition, several high-ranking Navy and Army officers, and Fabricator-General Regulus of the Adeptus Mechanicus all attended the meeting.
A massive black hardwood round table was placed in the center of the hall.
Surrounding the hall were a ring of Inquisition Stormtroopers in multi-purpose combat suits.
These Stormtroopers were the Inquisition's dedicated rapid strike force, used to quickly eliminate traitorous forces with powerful military strength.
The faces of the Stormtroopers were hidden behind silver masks.
Due to their oath of loyalty, they never easily removed their masks.
These silent honor guards, full of ominous meaning, would follow Inquisitor Lyra like shadows whenever she attended most official meetings.
As an Inquisitor, Lyra was beautiful and her figure was well-proportioned and full of explosive power from years of combat.
The only flaw was that her hands were no longer flesh and blood, but silver implanted bionic limbs.
Those loyal Inquisitors often frequented dangerous battlefields, and Lyra was no exception.
She lost her hands in a battle with cultists.
Afterward, she used mechanical prosthetics to continue serving the Emperor.
Several high-ranking officers stood slightly beside Lyra, their faces resolute and silent, not talking to people from other departments.
Saint Celestine sat in the main seat, examining everyone, her eyes filled with piety towards the Emperor.
Anyone who saw her would feel their own devotion to the Emperor become more sincere.
Regulus' mountain-like metal body stayed in a corner of the hall, and even when not speaking, there was a mechanical hum, emphasizing his presence.
Everyone waited for a moment.
Then Clovis and the other Grey Knights walked in.
He was wearing a set of custom-modified Terminator armor, with the black sword that imprisoned a daemon hanging at his waist.
As he walked in, the hidden machinery in the hall also came to life.
The floor trembled slightly, and a humming sound filled everyone's ears.
A massive holographic projection appeared before everyone.
The projection listed all the data of the Pharos system, displaying it before everyone.
Clovis did not waste any time.
He surveyed the many high-ranking Imperial officials attending the meeting, his voice low and serious.
"We have definitively observed the presence of Chaos forces. Their target is very likely the Pharos Lighthouse."
"The Pharos Lighthouse? Do we know who the attackers are?" Celestine asked. She possessed great power, but when it came to monitoring daemons, she was not as skilled as Clovis and the other Grey Knights.
Celestine was a warrior used by the Emperor to fight against Chaos, possessing great power.
The Grey Knights were hunters used by the Emperor to track down those who infiltrated the real universe, and they had a keen sense for daemons.
The two had different focuses and were not comparable.
"The enemy is very cunning and has tampered with the threads of fate in the Warp, making it impossible for me to observe them. My initial guess is that they are daemons under the Lord of Change; only they would be so careful, cautious, and full of schemes. Other daemons would never have such cunning."
Clovis said.
"If that's the case, then we need to know the enemy's scheme," Inquisitor Lyra said.
"That is precisely why I have summoned you. The enemy's pawns are very likely already active on the surface and need to be investigated."
Clovis looked at Inquisitor Lyra.
This matter was not suitable for the Grey Knights to handle.
Their primary mission was to fight, to descend upon those planets that were already beyond salvation, and to kill those damned daemons.
Once the Grey Knights were deployed, it meant that the situation in the area was so bad that an exterminatus order was needed.
Preliminary investigations were usually carried out by Inquisitors.
Moreover, at this moment, if the Grey Knights went to investigate this matter, it would be twice the effort for half the result, and it would be easy for the enemy to take advantage of the situation.
"I will take care of this matter," Inquisitor Lyra said.
Clovis nodded, then spoke of another matter.
"Next, let us discuss the matter of daemonic invasion. If we cannot eliminate the daemons in the early stages, then we must face the daemonic army directly. The appearance of the Great Rift allows daemons to enter the real universe more easily and exist for a longer time."
"Then what exactly should we do?" a high-ranking officer said.
"Increase scrutiny to ensure that Chaos cultists have not infiltrated the fortress. At the same time, inspect the soldiers and all parts of the fortress, leaving no blind spots."
As a Grey Knight Master, Clovis could be said to be very knowledgeable about daemons.
He made a series of arrangements, striving to thwart the daemons' scheme.
The meeting lasted for about three hours. After everyone had fully integrated the existing defenses and prepared to deal with the daemons, it finally ended.
Everyone left to do their own things.
In the spacious marble corridor, Amalrich and Celestine walked side by side.
"During the meeting just now, you seemed not to be very concerned about what Clovis said," Amalrich looked at Celestine. "I feel that you are not telling us something. Lord Guilliman summoned you alone before we set off. I want to know what the Primarch said at that time?"
Celestine looked at Amalrich and shook her head. "The Lord ordered me not to speak. This matter is very important and concerns some very important plans."
It was that same sentence again. Amalrich felt a little annoyed in his heart.
Since being assigned to the Pharos, he had vaguely felt that something was wrong.
But where it was wrong, he couldn't say.
"Is my loyalty so insignificant?" Amalrich said in a deep voice. "Why are all the secrets hidden from me?"
"Everything the Primarch does is to spread the Emperor's glory and protect the survival of our race. There is absolutely no other meaning. You are too sensitive, Amalrich."
"The Imperium is facing a crisis and needs every warrior, yet I am stationed here, not even knowing what to do."
Amalrich rarely showed his angry side.
For ten thousand years, the Black Templars had either been on a crusade or were preparing for one.
After the Horus Heresy ended, Sigismund, the First captain of the Imperial Fists, became the first Grand Marshal of the Black Templars.
The Black Templars had adhered to an oath.
They would forever hunt the enemies of humanity.
They would always remain on the offensive, never compromising with Chaos.
"You are also fighting now, Amalrich. The Primarch values your abilities and has placed you here. You are far more important than you think. It is precisely because you are here that the enemy can proceed according to the Primarch's plan. Believe me, you will soon face Chaos directly."
Celestine looked at Amalrich, her pious eyes showing no trace of lies.
"I hope so, Saint," Amalrich turned and left.
Celestine watched his retreating back. In her mind, she recalled Guilliman's instructions before their departure.
"Your mission will be full of doubts and suspicions. Ignore them, Celestine. You are the sharp point hidden within the trap. Only when the enemy steps into the trap's range will people know of the trap's existence. Until then, remain silent."
planetary governor's Mansion.
In the empty reception hall, only Valen and the merchant were inside.
"You deceived me?" Valen, dressed in luxurious clothes and looking young and energetic, roared at the merchant in front of him.
"You have regained your youth, haven't you?" the merchant said with a smile.
"But this is not the kind of youth I wanted," Valen lifted his gorgeous robe, revealing his milk-white belly.
On his belly, Yark's face was faintly visible.
In other parts of his belly, tiny hands, the size of a little finger and as delicate and soft as a baby's, had grown out.
Even if he endured the pain to cut them off, those small hands would grow out from various parts of his body like mushrooms.
Clearly, this was a side effect of the witchcraft.
He had indeed regained his youth, but Yark's ghost and the bizarre things from the Warp had also Entangled him.
"That is merely because your witchcraft steps were not perfect, my lord," the merchant said without any fear. "But there is still a way to remedy it."
"What way?" Valen asked with an ugly expression.
"Find a place where the reality barrier is relatively weak and the aetheric energy is relatively strong, and you can expel the ghost."
"Where is such a place?"
"Far away, yet close at hand. The lighthouse that the Primarch is repairing, isn't it used to connect to the Warp? That is the most suitable place. Go there, recite a spell to expel ghosts, and it will be done."
The merchant said with a smile.