This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 177 No Traitor Within, Let's Have Some Jokes About the First Legion
At the table, all the wolf cubs were clearly furious, yet they couldn't muster any anger in the face of the mortals' flattery, the new equipment, and the knights' victorious smiles. In the end, they could only sit at the table with forced smiles.
Alm's gaze fell on a young warrior with red hair and a tense jaw.

His upright posture and the scarlet curtains hanging from the dome of the banquet hall created a subtle confrontation. Whenever the servants added roasted venison to the plates, the wolf cubs' Adam's apples bobbed as they swallowed, always a beat slower than the clinking of knives and forks.

Being controlled.

The deep, dark liquor swirled gently in the glass with each breath, and the candlelight cast a warm glow on the smile on Alm's face.

If the high-ranking Dark Angels they had dealt with in the past appeared gloomy and neurotic due to long-term exposure to some unknown pressure, then communicating with them made them feel like they had to be prepared at any moment to defend themselves against the claws that would come down on their necks.

These mysterious cousins ​​have a much higher threshold for psychological sensitivity, which leads to them displaying a more open and confident demeanor.

Dark angels know a lot and understand a lot, but many people are not actually sure what the importance of the secrets they possess is, which is why they stubbornly choose to keep them secret, and then they become more and more neurotic from internal strife.

But if a powerful enough force were to break down this barrier and become the node for rebuilding trust between them, these deadly war machines would have no weaknesses left.

Just like it is now.

The dark angels across the table were still talking in hushed tones, their voices steady and composed, no longer pausing abruptly at certain words as they had before.

His eyes no longer scanned every corner of the room warily, and he deliberately feigned composure, as if he were always on guard against invisible prying eyes.

Perhaps those green-armored knights were good at concealing their actions from others, but to the wolves, those little tricks were far too obvious.

But now I'm truly confident, and I'm no longer neurotic. I genuinely believe that I am the leader of all you legions, and I'm not in a hurry to prove it in any way.

Is this the difference between having a leader and not having one?
After taking a sip of wolf wine, Alm was also curious about the origins of these mysterious cousins, since he had never given away such authentic and abundant wolf wine before.

However, these kinds of questions can be answered gradually in the future. If they don't talk about it, there's no need for the wolves to ask.

It is enough to prove that the legion is loyal and is not playing with fire.

"But Senko, are you sure it's all okay?"

Alm frowned and thought for a moment, then asked Zabril.

It doesn't matter if the Dark Angels use them as weapons; the Wild Wolf's achievements in fighting will not be diminished in the slightest. On the contrary, it is precisely a manifestation of trust.

The fury and desperation of those dark angels when they were chasing after the Thousand-Child Phantom was no joke.

"already solved."

Zabril replied expressionlessly.

Ramses is practically incapable of causing any problems; the Dark Angels hate him for reasons entirely different.

His Highness explains everything to them clearly. As a backup force, Dawnwings must be an all-powerful legion. Many of Dawnwings' secrets have also been shared with the Dark Angels. Therefore, they are well aware of the close relationship between the four members of Dawnwings.
If those four had trusted each other that much back then, Roch wouldn't have ended up watching the Lion King and Guilliman's comical duo in Altramer.

However, we should still be wary of the ambitious Ultramarines, since Romulus wields immense power, and it will likely continue to grow in the future. If something goes wrong, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Can you tell me?"

Alm did not hold back his curiosity.

He noticed the Dark Angels guards in the corner of the room exchange a subtle glance, not one of wariness, but rather a tacit understanding bordering on helplessness, like soldiers facing a superior who was always causing trouble but was irreplaceable.

Getting involved with the Dark Angels is simply a matter of habit, just like when the Dark Angels of the Moon of Shame assisted the Empire in investigating the Wolf Pack. The purpose was to remove any potential rotten flesh from their cousins ​​who were both enemies and friends.

After all, both sides pride themselves on loyalty, and neither wants the other to show any signs of corruption.

Although the Dark Angels made a huge blunder during the Moon of Shame, this time it was the wolves who were used as knives.

In fact, Senko is the one the Wolf Pack is most interested in.

Every legion has its own enemies.

"."

Recalling Ramses' actions, Zabril's face subconsciously showed resentment, and the coded messages left by Chiko in the corridor involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

On the Recruitment Standards of the Dark Angels' Inner Ring

The new recruit asked, "How can I prove my loyalty?"

Examiner: "Now write down all the Legion secrets you know."

The recruit had barely picked up a pen when a bolt carrier was pressed against the back of his head—true loyalists know no secrets.

On the Loyalty Test of the Dark Angel
The judge asked the Dark Angel recruit, "If you saw a Chaos Demon and a Fallen Angel appear at the same time, which one would you purify first?"

The recruit replied, "Of course, we'll kill the Chaos Demon first."

That night, the recruit was taken away by the inner circle—the correct answer is that fallen angels do not exist.

Similar dark angel jokes are everywhere, and they are increasing over time.

These damn jokes are everywhere – on the walls of the corridors, on the armored plates of the training grounds, and even in the servo systems of the power armor.

But for the Dark Angel, whether to wipe or not has become a science.

If you wipe it, it means you understand it, you know a secret you shouldn't know, which could very well provoke certain members, and then you'll be stuck with a VIP seat in the Unlimited Fighting Hall. If you don't wipe it, it's like walking down the street and seeing your embarrassing past playing on repeat—a strange sense of shame.

Currently, the vast majority of people pretend not to understand, acting as if they didn't see it.

Every time they went on a mission, the way they adjusted their shoulder armor and their sudden intense interest in the ceiling revealed an unspoken awkwardness.

"You don't need to know this."

Zabrel sighed.

Stereotypes, pure and simple stereotypes!

—If Ramses hadn't been so skilled that no one could do anything about him, they would have been fed a good meal by the First Legion's snipers sooner or later.

However, this guy still had a conscience. Knowing that putting pressure on the Dark Angels one-sided wouldn't work, he trained them on how to control AlphaRies from a psionic level and also tricked them into bringing over a pack of wolves.

Anyway, that's the routine. Ramses teases them, and they can't do anything about it. For now, they can only relieve stress by playing with snakes and dogs.

As for now, Ramses is probably still working with His Highness on new weaponry.

With the assistance of Steelwing, Danteok, the Great Sage Kaul, and other mysterious forces, Dawnwing has not only finalized its basic weaponry but has also begun research on medium and large-scale war machines, which are due for testing soon.

The best opportunity will come from the local battles against the swarm.

"I understand."

Seeing Zabril's twitching face, Alm knew that this was probably a matter of dignity, and he shouldn't ask.

So he simply raised his glass again.

"Qianzi and his gang are really scum."

He deliberately made the bottom of the cup tap against the metal tabletop, creating a crisp sound.

"Come on, have a drink!"

Zabril raised his glass and clinked it against the glass, causing a slight splash of the authentic Terra National Cellar Dry Red wine.

"Yes, Senko is definitely a scoundrel."
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"Damn it, these dark angels are attacking me again."

The scepter slammed heavily on the ground, sending up a small pile of metal shards.

Inside the Steelwing base, Ramses, who was adjusting the Spirit Bone Titan with the Pentagram Cult's think tank, suddenly poked the gem at the top of his scepter, his action clearly showing his displeasure.

This sudden movement startled the Eldar twins who were controlling the Titan, causing the spirit bone construct to shudder unnaturally and nearly knock over the energy transmission device next to it.

"If you stopped writing all that nonsense every day, I don't think they would nag you so much."

Arthur, overseeing everything and learning how to block it, spoke up.

His voice was as calm as if he were discussing the weather, but the corner of his mouth still twitched slightly, almost unnaturally.

"Isn't everything I wrote the truth? How can you say it's false?"

Ramses waved his hand.

"This is called desensitization therapy for them, so they don't become like lunatics every day. You see, the effect is much better now. If they keep a secret, at most they'll drag it out to an unrestricted fighting arena for a fight, and they'll even clean up the mess themselves afterward."

Actually, they'd rather fight you.

"Well, you're right."

Arthur nodded in agreement, then glanced to the side and saw Evka standing beside him.

After receiving the bundle of documents from the other party, he deciphered the information and passed it on to Romulus.

"Alpha has already behaved itself. In order to protect Hydra's fighting force, Hydra has begun to gather survivors to infiltrate the government system. Dark Angel directly exposed this intention, and efficiency and security can be guaranteed."

Hydra knew that the Dark Angels needed Hydra's involvement in the government system, but he didn't know that the Dark Angels knew his secret: he was also a Hydra agent.

Moreover, the arrival of the Wolf Pack also revealed Alpha's identity to some extent.

None of the remaining Alpha executives knew whether the Dark Angels had a specific list, or whether any of the Dark Angels' shells concealed a Space Wolf.

This approach of directly revealing one's intentions while concealing known information to maintain a chain of suspicion is actually more difficult to crack.

Because the Dark Angels will be able to clean up Alpha, who is inefficient and has a bad attitude, without any scruples.

This will directly affect the performance of Hydra and other high-ranking officials as they continue to climb the ranks. Once the Round Table Council arranges a few more rings, we can expect these Alpha leaders to entangle themselves with each other.

"The wolf pack's howl is the most effective."

Having drawn the ire of the Dark Angels, Ramses lowered his head and continued adjusting the Titan.

In another area, a Spirit Bone construct undergoing independent testing suddenly made a provocative gesture under his control, which was aimed directly at the Dark Angel on the other end of the camera.

boom!
(End of this chapter)