This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 175 The Thugs Arrive (More tonight, everyone go to bed early)
New guests have arrived on the 'Silent Oath'.

The wolves chasing the Thousand Sons Phantom successfully boarded this relic cruiser, whose design was completely different from the mainstream of the Empire, before the fleet entered the warp.

However, before they could even begin their investigation, they were shocked by the sheer size and complexity of the ship's interior.

Elite mortal support troops, state church nuns, Mechanicus sages, and even the Churisas assassins composed of untouchables.
Not only these people, but also other than just these individuals—

Moreover, their existence is not merely that of individual elements, but rather that they possess a complete organizational structure and become part of a more complex organization.

Due to the wolves' nature, they quickly became friends with the ordinary people on the ship who had fought alongside them.

A Wolf Pack soldier patted the shoulder of the auxiliary soldier next to him, laughing as he inquired about the origins of the mysterious ship, only to be met with silence.

The other man moved closer to the sage of the Mechanicus, curiously examining the flashing data stream, even though he seemed to know nothing about the technology.

The nuns responded with helpless smiles to the group of reckless yet bold Astartes, while the Chulisas assassin remained silent, only nodding slightly in acknowledgment.

On the surface, the wolves only learned about these complex elements through oral accounts from ordinary people; they knew that these elements were part of the warship's internal educational structure.

Starting at age six, the children undergo six years of divergent learning.

During this period, the fleet will cover all expenses for the family's children, and education will be provided to help them develop a complete worldview.

They will then be streamed based on the talents they demonstrate in the process, entering academies built by various organizations to learn how to become a warrior, a technician, or a government official. Those who are not untouchables may even have the opportunity to become an Astartes.

During the brief tour, the ship had already shown them the teaching scenarios of the different departments.

The students of the Combat Academy were conducting tactical drills in a simulation pod, the apprentices of the Technical Academy were having a heated discussion around a disassembled engine, and the prospective officials of the Political Affairs Department were standing in front of a holographic sand table, analyzing a resource allocation plan for a certain planet.

However, all education is just beginning, and it will be a long time before the first batch of students become successful. The education of senior students in various departments is mainly aimed at the re-education of fleet staff.

"I feel like we've gone to unnecessary lengths."

At the banquet arranged by the Everlasting Guard - Pierre's First Phalanx Legion, Wolf Guard squire Alm Iron Oath sat astride an exquisitely carved pillar platform, the amber liquid in his heavy wine glass swirling slightly.

He turned to the wolf priest beside him and whispered, his voice drowned out by the cheerful conversation and the clinking of cutlery around him.

Orderly and peaceful, he glimpsed the threads of these mortals' destinies, who could sail freely on the ocean of their remaining lives, riding the gentle winds.

“Everything is under the control of our cousins.”

The wolf priest nodded slowly, his rough fingers stroking the wolf fang emblem hanging on his chest. Not far away, several young space wolves were laughing and clinking glasses with auxiliary soldiers, not caring that the wine splashed on their armor.

This is why they were willing to bring their wolf cubs to drink with mortals.

Those mysterious cousins ​​used them as thugs.

Alm's lips curled into a meaningful smile as he tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each swallow.

Of course, the words spoken during a drink are always truthful and are also part of obtaining necessary information.

It was from this that he saw the ship's composure.

"But the lads are still in high spirits, and that's enough."

The wolf priest stroked the long staff in his hand. The rough and sharp runes constantly emitted a blue glow. This was a weapon he had forged from the armor and weapons of a Thousand-Child Wizard when he killed him.

"During the Legion era, due to our duties, we were already far from the center of the Empire and those cousins, perhaps for ten thousand years. But the changes in the last hundred years have made even a wise wolf like Alpha Wolf have to admit that the Empire has become very different."

The events of the Moon of Shame that erupted in Fenris after the War of Amegiddon were very complex in their internal causes, but in essence they were an attempt by the High Lords to gain control of a fledgling group.

In the period following the end of the Great Rebellion, especially after the Black Templars twice marched on Korps with their swords drawn, the High Lords Council had been trying to control the forces of Astartes.

Their attempt to build a cursed army allowed them to successfully 'control' a Minotaur Chapter that could 'work for them,' while the Space Wolves were considered the weakest link in the founding chapter due to their incompatibility with the Empire.

Of course, everyone knows the result.

The incident ended with the head of the Inquisition being slapped off, and the attempts by various Imperial factions to control the Legions of Astartes were utterly thwarted.

But this event also caused irreparable damage to the Space Wolves, and made them realize that the Empire could hardly turn things around if it relied solely on them.

“At present, a completely new framework is being integrated outside the empire. In the past, such work could only be done by mortals, but this time it is completely different.”

Dark Angel, Holy Blood Angel, Ultra Warrior, Thousand Sons.

There were four leaders of the Dawn Expedition, and of course, only two of them were known by name.

Compared to Romulus and Karna, the other two remained completely out of the loop, and those who could guess their identities tacitly ignored this issue.

But their impact on the future of countless lives is truly etched into the subspace.

Sensing the changes in the threads of fate within the waves of the subspace, the wolf priest spoke.

"This is a transformation, and we should not be left behind. We need to find our place within this framework."

The wolf priest's words were incredibly cunning; in fact, the ability to glimpse fate is Tzeentch's power. Warp magic is always like this: the more spells you cast as those emotional entities grow stronger, the closer Tzeentch gets to you.

Alm simply nodded casually upon hearing this.

Fenris's worship of warp power can be traced back even to before the arrival of Ruth, and his mastery of various 'rune spells' far surpasses that of the think tanks of other legions.

However, the Fenris's savage appearance cleverly concealed this fact.

Few would associate a group of barbarians who only know how to chop with axes or bite each other's necks with warp magic that requires precise manipulation.

Not everyone is like those Thousand Sons, waving poison gas bombs like children and trying to promote them.

"Hmph, a bunch of fools who are trapped in a quagmire but don't even realize it. Why didn't the whole father choose Ruth?"

Alm slammed his glass down, spilling wine that accidentally drenched a female warrior, causing laughter from those around him.

I understand, but I'm genuinely annoyed.

What, is my original body inferior to these four?

The first three are fine, they're all loyalists, but what's the situation with the last one?
Even a thousand children!
His fist slammed on the table, knocking over several empty bottles.

The sound of shattering glass was particularly jarring in the suddenly quiet hall, and several drowsy mortals twitched unconsciously.

The ordinary people in the banquet hall had fallen asleep sometime earlier.

Their faces were flushed an unnatural red, and they lay heavily on the dining table, breathing heavily.

When wolves attend a banquet, alcohol is naturally indispensable, and of course, alcohol that works on Astartes is no ordinary creation.

Both the Space Wolves and the Fenris have a tradition of drinking mead, a beverage brewed from the tissues and bodily fluids of various wild animals native to Fenris, most of which contain some degree of toxicity.

They would share the mead with great enthusiasm, but they would also carefully control the dosage to prevent mortals from dying as a result.

However, the intoxication caused by the toxins is not something ordinary people can resist.

The city was in disarray, but the men of Fenris remained standing.

"Oath to Father!"

Uwam Redmane suddenly stood up, and the marble bench crashed to the ground behind him.

Blood-tinged breath escaped from the corner of his mouth, his chest heaving violently as if a raging fire was burning within him. His amber-colored beastly eyes narrowed to slits in the dim light, staring intently at the hatch.

He had long been unable to suppress the urge to crush the enemy.

Especially after being humiliated by the Dark Angel, he was eager to use his actions to find the flaws in these arrogant cousins ​​and then retaliate.

The young soldier's knuckles were white from excessive force, and the handle of the power axe creaked under the strain in his palm.

This young Bloodclaw is still in a period of life dominated by wildness; he is impulsive, irritable, and prone to making mistakes.

But it is precisely this vigor that drives a soldier to make rapid progress.

"Haha, let's go then."

Alm laughed heartily, his thick, muscular arms bulging as he grabbed the power axe leaning against the wall. Suddenly, the runes on the axe blade glowed with a scarlet light.

In a secluded corner, Yulia, who had been splashed with alcohol and was unconscious, collapsed to the ground. Her disheveled hair covered half of her face, but her fingertips trembled rhythmically with her steady breathing.

This is not some kind of cipher, but each vibration obscures the background from a specific angle, providing information to knowledgeable observers in a regular manner.

Clang!
The wolves all raised their weapons and gently placed their unfinished wine glasses on the table.

We'll drink the rest when we get back.

"For Ruth and the All-Father!"

The wolves left the banquet hall and then, with a speed that caught everyone off guard, rushed directly into the deep alleyway.

The warship was divided into two parts: the area near the public port belonged to mortals, while the central area was an overlapping activity zone where angels and mortals could communicate face-to-face.

The angels' residence is off-limits to any unauthorized personnel.

Because there are no secrets in it.

Yulia's fingertips stopped trembling, then relaxed, and she fell into a deep sleep.

To be honest, it's Fenris's wine.

It does help with sleep.

(End of this chapter)