I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 689 I Want to Be a Farmer! I Want to Be a Hunter!
“Azrael, your mother is dead.” Ezekiel’s voice rang in Azrael’s ears.

You survived, Ezekiel.

Azrael slightly raised his head and sighed inwardly.
Ezekiel's insults did not stir a ripple in Azrael's heart. His cavewoman mother had been dead for countless years, and her image in Azrael's memory was long since blurred.
If she is still alive, she must have come into contact with something or some power she shouldn't have, and Azrael would have to execute her personally.

So when Azrael heard Ezekiel's voice, his only feeling was relief and joy that Ezekiel had survived the lion's wrath.

His guilt lessened slightly as a result. Azrael had to admit that his joining the Black Shield, leaving the warband, and going into hiding were indeed out of cowardice.

He wasn't afraid of death; for an Astartes, death was the inevitable end.

He simply didn't know how to face his genetic father. As the High Master, Azrael had read countless times the most secret records within the Chapter concerning the Primarch. He held the Primarch in the highest esteem and loved him dearly, and of course, he longed to see him.
However, the Primarch already knew, or was aware to some extent, of the mistakes he had made. Azrael had no face to stand before the Primarch, did not know how to explain his crimes, and was even more afraid that he might not even have the chance to atone for them.

As the High Master, Azrael had read the Chapter's secret records about the Primarch and knew that his Primarch was not always a being whose rationality outweighed his emotions.

When anger reaches a certain point, a lion often abandons all reason and smashes its fist into the head of the person who provoked its anger.

Azrael believed that no Astartes in the world could withstand a Primarch's punch head-on.
To die like this, for Azrael, meant dying with humiliation and sin, without any chance of redemption.

As for the entire Chapter and its sub-Chapters, it's easy to imagine the upheaval that would occur if they watched their Primarch punch the High Master's head away. It could even lead to the Legion's division and conflict, which is not unprecedented in the Legion's history.

After a night of deep thought, Azrael did not hesitate to return the Lion Helmet, which symbolized the position of the Highest Mentor, left a letter for Ezekiel, and joined the Deathwatch Black Shield without hesitation, living in anonymity to atone for his sins for the rest of his life.

However, Azrael had to admit that the time he spent in Deathwatch was the happiest period of his life.
You don't need to think about anything, you don't need to care about the fallen angels, you don't need to worry about the legion going down a bad path, you don't need to deal with some neurotic brothers, you just need to empty your mind, follow orders, and slaughter the aliens.

This reminded Azrael of the Eldar clowns—or rather, the psionic-specialized demi-human Astral Army performing arts troupe—not long ago.

Azrael silently reminded himself that in Deathwatch, where the Xenomorphs are the enemy, what the Xenomorphs are and how to define them is a serious political question.

Not long ago, Azrael watched a performance by the psionic demi-human Ascendant Army's cultural troupe within Deathwatch, which focused on the three Primarchs discussing what roles they should assume upon their return.
“I want to be a farmer!” Guilliman said.

Ryan leaned closer: "I want to be a hunter!"

Saint Gilles clapped his hands and exclaimed, "I want to sell meat sauce!"

“Regent!” Guilliman stepped forward.

"Great General!" Ryan followed closely behind.

“Commander!” Saint Gilles stepped forward with a smile.

"It's all Dante's!" the three sang together.

At the time, Azrael was completely stunned by the play, and now, looking back, he increasingly feels that there is some truth in the play's underlying message.

Dante's life is so miserable. He's both the regent of the Dark Side and its commander-in-chief, and he even runs the Blood Angels. It's nothing like how comfortable it is for Azrael to be the Dark Shield of the Death Watch.

He can continue to contribute to the Emperor, atone for his sins, and personally slay enemies of humanity, even Azrael. Here, he also rediscovers the pure brotherhood that is free of impurities.

"Kimelia, brother, what are you thinking about?" a gentle yet slightly weathered voice asked.

Azrael slightly raised his head and saw an Astartes, dressed in the same jet-black power armor that concealed the insignia on his shoulder armor, walk over and sit down beside him.

“Herrell, my brother, my Morning Star, I’m thinking about some things from the past,” Azrael said in a somber voice.

Kimeria was the pseudonym Azrael chose after joining the Deathwatch Black Shield. This name came from Azrael's homeland, a desolate and savage planet, where Azrael was a member of a primitive cave-dwelling tribe.
It's truly laughable that the leader of the Dark Angels, a paragon of virtue and a symbol of the resurgence of ancient chivalry, was actually a barbarian who crawled out of a crypt.

As for Horel, he was a brother Azrael had met during the few months he had been with Deathwatch Black Shield.
Harrel is a veteran Black Shield. Based on accounts from his fellow Deathwatch members, Azrael speculates that Harrel may have served as Black Shield longer than he himself had as an Astartes.
Moreover, for some reason, Azrael felt an inexplicable closeness to Horel, as if they were born brothers.
Harrel also took great care of Azrael, often fighting alongside him in battle. Both of them were among the most skilled fighters in the Black Shield squad.

Harrel also spoke about the meaning of his current name, Harrel, which means Fallen Morning Star, so Azrael jokingly called him My Morning Star.

"Joining Black Shield means abandoning the past. No matter what mistakes you have made or who hates you, joining Black Shield will make them all disappear."

"This is the emperor's last act of mercy toward the guilty; don't overthink it."

As he spoke, Harrel patted Azrael on the shoulder:

"Get ready, we have a new mission. This is a major gathering, supposedly an order personally issued by Saint Doraemon."

Azrael showed a hint of curiosity.
Saint Doraemon, that being, was not close to the Dark Angels Chapter. To be honest, Azrael's understanding of Him came entirely from intelligence and the drama of the Eldar clowns.
Titles like "Saint Doraemon uses his round hand to destroy the sun of the Hades Galaxy," "Saint Doraemon sells the Great Demon at a 22nd-century department store," "Saint Doraemon swallows the Tyrannosaurus Rex whole," "Saint Doraemon teaches the psychic Ogren to count to ten," "Saint Doraemon never moves, but the universe moves relative to him," "Saint Doraemon's tears can make an emperor rise, but Saint Doraemon never sheds a tear," and "Saint Doraemon's hand makes the thirsty lord abstinent."
In short, each one is more fantastical than the last, even more exaggerated than the emperors in many state religious texts.

"What is the target, and where should we meet?"

"This is all classified information. The Mechanical Repairers will use any stargate to lead us to the meeting point."

Herrell shook his head and said:
"I've only heard that the number of Astartes summoned this time is so large that it's even on the scale of a legion."

Legion size
Such a large-scale mobilization would likely involve a substantial fleet, possibly even one or several Queen Glory-class battleships.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to accommodate a gathering of an entire legion-sized force.

But I haven't heard of any large-scale fleet gathering recently. Could it be that the Yamajin-class destroyer was used?
Within the Empire, only the Mountain Array and the Stone Fortress possess a single ship capable of accommodating a legion-sized Astartes.
Thinking of the Stonehenge, Azrael felt a slight pang of sadness.

Perhaps he will never have the chance to return to the Great Stone Fortress, to his homeland. The phoenix howls mournfully over the black rocks, and the incense of our censer wafts through the cage. Every fallen angel cries out and flies about, and the hot iron rod pierces through the sinful intestines!

The Great Rock is my hometown, the whip lashes out the shape of repentance, fallen angels gather and must repent, Caliban's intoxication warms my heart!

Azrael couldn't help but adapt a poem by an Eldar clown reminiscing about his homeland, using it to commemorate his Stonehold.

The ship he was on also began to move at this moment, guided by the nearby Mechanical Guild, and steered towards an open area.

Azrael saw the arbitrary stargate slowly unfolding in the void.

It must be said that this technology, called Any Stargate, is indeed very useful.

Upon seeing the arbitrary stargate, Azrael couldn't help but show a slightly amused and exasperated expression, recalling a farcical incident from many years ago.
At that moment, Primarch Robert Guilliman's fleet suddenly appeared around the Stonehenge, putting the Dark Angels' inner circle on high alert.
At that time, Primarch Ryan Al Johnsen's return was no secret, but with their Primarch already back, Robert Guilliman came to their side alone, seemingly carrying a large number of Astartes.

For a time, it was widely suspected within the inner circle of the Dark Angels that some of their secrets had been discovered, and that Robert Guilliman had come to purge them.

Furthermore, with Ryan having already abandoned their ideas and permeating the inner circle, everyone was already on edge, and this view quickly gained the upper hand. The Dark Angels inner circle then made its consistent decision.
He discovered our secret!
But the Dark Angel has no secrets!

Enforce the Kaliban regulations!!!
To silence them! To silence them! To silence them!

To silence Robert Guilliman, they used the overwhelming firepower of the Rock Fortress to destroy his ship, then warped away as if nothing had happened, disguising it all as an accident.

Fortunately, Azrael suppressed these thoughts at the time, thus preventing a tragedy.

In the end, it turned out that Robert Guilliman was just passing by and happened to discover the Stone Fortress, so he casually brought the Dark Angels a batch of Primitive Forging, Primitive Forging-related technology, and a batch of arbitrary stargates.
The two sides held cordial and friendly talks. Azrael praised Guilliman's return for bringing new hope to the Empire, while Guilliman praised the Dark Angels for their selfless dedication, calling them a model for the Empire. After a friendly exchange, Guilliman left the Stonehold with a gentle smile.

Every time Azrael recalls that moment, he feels a cold sweat break out.
The other inner circle members thought Guilliman knew nothing, but Azrael understood that the ambitious demigod had definitely noticed the Dark Angels' plans, yet he still smiled and handed over the reins to the Dark Angels as if he knew nothing—truly a born political monster.

Azrael sighed; it didn't matter anymore.

Those things are no longer his concern.
He is no longer the Chapter Leader of the Dark Angels.
He was merely a black shield, a death watchman named Kimeria.

He could never return to the Stone Fortress, his homeland.
Azrael let out a sigh.
Their ships began to vibrate slightly at high frequencies, a common reaction when passing through any stargate.

Any stargate will repeatedly and frequently perform instantaneous jumps across units of ten light-years, thus traversing almost infinite distances in an instant.

In very rare cases, any stargate can reach almost any location.
The stars vanished as points of light, and a moment later the slight tremor disappeared. Azrael saw through the observation window that the random stargate had disappeared beside his ship, indicating that they had been delivered to their destination.

Azrael stood up, wanting to go to the observation window directly in front of him to see what kind of place they had arrived at.

"Come quick, everyone!!"

A relatively young man in black shields quickly took the lead and occupied the observation window directly in front, shouting loudly:

"So magnificent, so enormous! Is this really a ship that humans could build!?"

Could it really be the Yamajin-go?

Azrael became somewhat curious.
Deep down, Azrael felt that the Mountain Fortress was not as great as the Rock Fortress.

But the Mountain Array was so famous that Azrael had only seen it a few times, and now he couldn't help but want to admire its majesty.

Azrael stood up, and coincidentally, Horel, who was standing next to him, also stood up.

The two looked at each other and smiled, clearly having the same idea.

“Let’s go, brother,” Herrell said.

“Actually, I don’t think the Mountain Array is the greatest ship in the Empire, but it’s definitely worth seeing,” Azrael said to Harel as they walked toward the observation window.

"Oh, so which do you think is the greatest fortress?"

As Helel leaned closer to the observation window, he smiled and spoke to Azrael.

"Of course."

"The Stone Fortress?!" Before Azrael could speak, Horel suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
His voice was tinged with surprise, fear, and disbelief.

“Yes, the greatest ship is the Great Stone.” Azrael said after a moment of surprise.

But Herrell gestured for Azrael to come closer and take a look.

Azrael's heart skipped a beat, and he stiffly moved closer to the observation window, peering through it.
He saw it.
In the void, a massive ship, resembling a piece of obsidian polished by time, rested.
The massive fortress stood right in front of them.
Their ships were heading towards the Stone Fortress.

"what?"

(End of this chapter)