This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 172 Claw of the Stars (Part 2 combined, more tonight, everyone go to bed early)
The massive fleet was quickly broken up after entering the Altrama space region.

Some of them need to go to various star systems to collect information, some need to go to the aid of surrounding planets, and some need to go to the weak points of the defense line as a supplementary force to guard against the overstepping of the swarm.

The Wings of Dawn have not dispersed.

Based on the lessons learned from the Primarchs and a series of other cases, being a core branch in this universe is hardly a good thing.

Even a close relationship like that between Fugrim and Feralus, which was practically inseparable, turned into enmity under the influence of Chaos. Naturally, the transmigrators were also wary of the potential impact.

The way to prevent any negative impact is naturally to avoid revealing any flaws.

For example, nowadays, you can find someone privately for anything, settle any doubts promptly, and occasionally go back to your private space to chat and dream about the future.

Everyone is satisfied with this and has adapted well, and does not want to change this atmosphere.

Unless the situation becomes unavoidable, the four of them have no interest in testing how strong their friendship really is, and instead choose to maintain it.

Therefore, Dawnwing chose to head straight for Kos.

As the command center, they need to lead the scattered expeditionary fleets, like schools of fish following whales, from north to south to reclaim the eastern space region of Alteramar, in order to squeeze the living space of the Zerg Hive fleet and force the enemy into a decisive battle.

Everyone knows how fast the Zerg swarm can spawn. If the enemy manages to wipe out hundreds of planets in the eastern star system, it's hard to say how large the Zerg swarm will grow.

Fortunately, the Empire's naval power is superior, and as long as it doesn't malfunction, it's only a matter of time before the insect swarms on various planets are gradually wiped out.
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One month later, 744.M41-1002
Karna, sporting dark circles under his eyes, entered the office and greeted Romulus, who had been sitting at his desk for who knows how long:

Good morning! How's it going?

He's been having a tough time lately. His fleet has expanded, and he has to constantly make appearances for the people and keep track of their lives. While it's nice to see them doing better, it's also really tiring.

I really can't understand how my friends can run like machines for years, with each layer of added complexity and no feeling at all.

Romulus's lips curled into a rare smile, and his face under the lights still showed a rosy glow that indicated his abundant energy.

“Excellent. Before we arrived, the Vortex fleet, led by the Claws of the Stars and assisted by the Ascetic Chapter, had already established a support system for the surrounding star systems. Refugees are gathering and dispersing here, from which we can infer the disaster situation on various planets.”

Karna moved closer to the report and pretended to look at it carefully.

"Indeed."

Karna, with his innate keen perception, had already grasped almost the entire picture of the matter. He nodded and then replied:
"As expected of Huron, the timely rain; capable people can't be suppressed anywhere."

Romulus hummed in agreement:
"This will make our work much easier. By the way, have the prisoners been sent to the 'cat house' yet?"

Another batch of Alphas arrived on the ship, but before Arthur could collect them, they were captured by a Space Wolf squad involved in Damocles Bay.

The Space Wolves still maintain their legion structure.

Aside from the Great Hunt, which gathers the vast majority of the entire group every few decades and launches a concentrated attack on a specific target under the leadership of the Chapter Master, the Wolves, like the Black Templars, are scattered throughout the galaxy, and it is easy to spot them in an expedition.

It's not surprising that the Damocles Expedition had this group of people.

"It's already been taken away in the shuttle. Also, the interrogation of Alpha by Space Wolf has come to an end."

Romulus was slightly surprised by the response and asked a question.

"He confessed?"

The wolf cubs won't easily give up their prey, especially when facing Dark Angels and Ultramarines.

One side was a rival who was both friend and foe, while the other side simply had a physical aversion to Robert Guilliman.

"No, the person was beaten so badly that it triggered a state of suspended animation. He was just revived when the Dark Angel came over and started yelling at him, demanding that he be handed over to Ravenwing immediately so that professionals could handle the situation. They even sent a Deathwing to take down all those wolf cubs."

Karna couldn't help but laugh as he recalled the dozen or so space wolves squatting there sulking like a defeated golden retriever.

reasonable.

Romulus nodded.

"So where are they? Did they go back?"

"They went back, but they were beaten into boneless chicken strips. It was only by Arthur personally performing the original forging surgery that their lives were saved."

The invincible guards around him had tense faces.

For some reason, they instinctively felt that these words were unusually difficult to bear coming from Karna's mouth.

No sooner had Karna finished speaking than Ramses walked into the office.

"Report! Report! Hurry up! What are you guys talking about?"

He reached out and started asking Romulus for the unfiled report, then noticed the expressions on their faces and asked curiously.

Delacus glanced at Romulus, who was busy exchanging data, and then, with a stern face, repeated Karna's words.

Ramses laughed heartily, his cheerful voice instantly dispelling the silence in the office.

"Hey, why didn't you include me in this fun activity?"

He looked regretful, then began to have the Eldar in the park send out messages.

The Eldar's psionic communication method is much more reliable than that of the Star Speakers, but it's still a hardware issue. Currently, only Space Marine think tanks and dual psionicists specializing in biology and divination can learn it.

But it's still better to use.

Although there is still a delay, the expeditionary fleet no longer has to use a first-person, high-latency operating system, and can now compete with the Zerg consciousness's full-map, top-down view star map with zero delay.

"By the way, should I have the wolves cause some more trouble? Arthur said that as the number of Alphas on his side increases, they've started to focus on infiltrating the higher-ups and pharmacists, and their work enthusiasm isn't very high anymore."

Karna suggested.

"can."

Romulus nodded. He suggested that they let the wolves go to the 'Silent Oath' to interact and bond with the wolves, and the Alphas would naturally run towards the 'Dawn'.

The invincible Iron Guards wholeheartedly agreed.

It's important to know that the development rights for the Beibu Gulf star system are currently in the hands of the Dawnwings. After all, only they know about the stable subspace routes, and the more the expeditionary fleet fights, the more this matter will become over time.

The Sons of Dorne and the Dark Angels are all unreliable; they can only exploit Alpharis.

When the time comes, everyone will be given a bucket of blue-based gold paint. After applying it, they can come to Wings of Pioneers. Staying with the Dark Angels seems to indicate a desire to join the Dreadnoughts.

Aside from a very few Alphas who clearly know what they are doing and are loyal to humanity, the Dark Angels don't treat other Alphas well. Even if you're not involved in Chaos, you'll still be tormented.

"I'll make the arrangements; it's sure to be amazing."

Ramses was in high spirits.

"can."

Romulus agreed.

"Don't forget to send the message first."

"Ah."

Ramses waved his hand.

"Then I'm leaving too, I still need to get my face scanned."

Karna rubbed his face, and his previously exhausted appearance suddenly became radiant again.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Karna waved and disappeared at the end of the passage. Although the four of them theoretically didn't need to engage in these offline interactions due to the Romulus system panel and the existence of the Ramessesnaya space park, none of them showed any impatience.

This is a habit.

This is a habit they've maintained since they met.

Romulus paid attention to the system notification in his field of vision, and then opened a communication channel for a Star Speaker.

“Get Koss.”
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Coss.

As an important industrial planet in the five hundred worlds of Alteramar, Koss was given extraordinary significance during the Word Bearers invasion that it experienced ten thousand years ago.

At that time, the Word Bearers entered the orbit of Coss under the guise of a joint military exercise, and then suddenly launched an attack, destroying the Ultramarines' fleet and sealing off the planet.

The Ultramarines put up a fierce resistance on the surface, but the Word Bearers used warp magic and daemons to make the battle extremely brutal. Some Ultramarines were forced to retreat to underground facilities to continue fighting. The war did not last long, but it caused extremely serious damage to the Ultramarines.

Although Koss has been rebuilt, the Ultramarines have never forgotten the shame of Koss over the past millennia.

To heed past lessons and to protect Koss, the planet's defense system was built to be impregnable, with five planetary fortresses suspended in the outer orbit of the planet, making it an ideal location for military outposts.
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In the void, several Stormbirds and a large number of heavy transport ships entered the orbit of the Starfortress.

They passed through the dense transport fleet that blocked the harbor and went straight to the fortress monastery, which served as the base of the Great Vortex Allied Forces.

Above the monastery, the battle flags of the Star Claw, the Mantis Warrior, and the Lamenter flutter in the wind.

Meanwhile, Romulus and the others inside the Stormbird also received a communication from the Star Claws:

"Inquisitor Aglaia, the Chapter Master has agreed to meet with you, and we will hold a welcoming ceremony in area A21."

Astartes' tone in the communication was somewhat stiff, revealing an instinctive aversion to the group of judges.

Aglaia paid no attention to the other person's tone; she was more concerned about news about her villa.

The agricultural garden world of Esteria lost contact after the initial message was sent back, and this planet is near Kos.

"Agreed, I just hope to get the handover done quickly."

"Ah."

The other party abruptly ended the communication, which seemed quite impolite.

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Which genius got her into all this trouble again?
Aglaia was puzzled, but not too anxious.

She raised her eyes.

At this moment, apart from her and the court guards, four figures with different auras stood motionless in the quiet cabin.

They were time travelers who came to see the place through this meeting.

Sensing the gaze, Arthur nodded slightly to the judge; he was there to arrest Alpha.

As a hub, Koss is no stranger to Alphas and fallen angels who have come upon hearing the news, as evidenced by the swarms of ships in its various starports.

Karna and Ramses simply waved with smiles; they were just there for the fun of seeing famous figures from the Warhammer universe.

Romulus was still engrossed in revising documents; for him, anywhere was his office.

Just who is this Ruft Huron that he has attracted the attention of four adults?
Aglaia looked puzzled until the Stormbird stopped and the hatch opened.

"Lord Huron is waiting for you."

Seeing that the judge did not rush forward after leaving the cabin, but instead waited for something, the Astartes officer responsible for welcoming him urged him stiffly.

He really disliked the Inquisitors, especially after his original chapter was severely damaged during the Atonement Expedition, and after the expedition was completed, the chapter leader went to Tyre to return the missing.

These wicked people who act under the guise of authority are truly disgusting.

This feeling persisted until the four imposing figures stepped out of the cabin, along with the continuous flow of heavy vehicles and various weapons and equipment being transported out of the transport ship.

For a moment, the Astartes officer fell silent.

Hello, how should I address you?

Aglaia tilted her head slightly, her voice carrying just the right amount of politeness.

Andal Skyrian.

The Astartes officer replied quickly.

Aglaia's pupils narrowed slightly as she quickly searched her mind for information about the other party, and she actually found a discordant element in her intelligence network.

Fragments of memory flashed by like a data stream, finally settling on a marginalized intelligence report—Tiger Claw Chapter, Atonement Expedition, a sub-branch built from the gene seed tax of Star Claw.

Her lips tightened imperceptibly for a moment.

This Huron warband commander is really bold.

Taking in members of the Redemption Expedition is a delicate matter; if it doesn't get weighed in, it's fine, but if it does, the original group simply can't handle it.

"Hello, warrior of the Star Claws."

The judge smiled, deliberately emphasizing his words.

Andal Skerion broke out in a cold sweat and even began to wonder if he could silence the judge forever under the noses of those four adults who inspired his instinctive awe.

Who doesn't give someone a hard time?

Aglaia genuinely needs help and won't hesitate to offer rewards, but that doesn't mean she's a pushover.

"The four lords are the leaders of the expeditionary fleet. Please have Captain Huron come to greet them."

Seeing that the deterrent had worked, Aglaia did not press the issue further and spoke up quite decisively.

But to her surprise, just as she finished speaking, a Space Marine dressed in Terminator armor came forward to greet her.

The heavy soles of the boots struck the adamantine deck with a dull thud.

This Terminator armor, passed down from the founding of the chapter, is etched with ancient battle scars and scriptures. The heavy shoulder armor almost obscures half of the view, making the wearer appear exceptionally robust.

As he removed his helmet, the airflow inside the cabin stirred slightly, blowing away the sweat stains on his forehead that smelled of engine oil.

A slightly dark, rugged face was revealed, with eyes beneath his brow bone like the sharp edges of a quenched blade, calm yet revealing a sharp edge.

“I am Ruft Huron.”

His voice was deep and resonant, as if it had been refined after countless battle roars.

"Welcome, Lord Romulus, Lord Arthur."

As he spoke, a restrained smile curved his lips, his facial features particularly distinct under the spotlights on the cabin ceiling. His smile wasn't enthusiastic, but it carried an undeniable certainty, as if all the variables were already under his control.

This strong sense of self-confidence instinctively made those around him feel a sense of goodwill towards him.

Finally, Huron's gaze fell upon the judge, who was much shorter than him.

His eyelids were half-closed, and his gaze came from the shadow of his thick brow bone, which was both polite and condescending.

"Welcome, Judge Aglaia."

(End of this chapter)