This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 180 Let's Crush the Enemy (00:05 to come)

"Truly worthy of being called a weeping person."

After reading the battle report submitted by Titus, Romulus couldn't help but sigh softly.

The engines of the Dawn were emitting a deep roar as the warship sliced ​​through the void at near-light speed, hurtling toward Esteria.

The time travelers dared not delay; they could discuss anything on the road.

After all, the environment of this planet is quite complex.

He turned to look at another report, a briefing from Ramses, delivered by the Eldar prophet Hector, revealing the planet's dual identity: both the Empire's garden world and a sacred place inhabited by the savage Eldar.

The two races' demands for a suitable planetary environment largely mitigated their conflict. The Eldar needed to preserve the planet's ecology and rely on the World Soul to protect their souls from the Slaanesh's corruption, while humanity also needed a beautiful paradise world.

This is a rare coexistence, but it does exist. Although the Empire and the Eldar have different definitions of the Heavenly World, the pursuit of a beautiful environment has indeed become a rare consensus between the two races.

Drop~
Romulus put away the report submitted by Ramses and looked at Aglaia, whose face was full of tension, on the communication channel.

Aglaia should at least kowtow to the Weeping Ones; if it weren't for the warriors' persistence, this planet would have already been consumed by atmospheric incineration torpedoes.

"grown ups?"

"Taitus asked in a low voice."

“We plan to reclaim this planet; every Garden World is a precious asset of the Empire.”

Romulus made the decision.

Just kidding. Even if they split up the fleet, they still have at least two thousand Astartes, consisting of Blood Angels, Flesh Tearers, Dark Angels, and Alphas, as well as a purely mechanized force based on the Solar Auxiliary Army template.

With the Dawn Fleet included, flattening a planet in a short time wouldn't be too difficult.

The intensity of this planet was not as high as that of Pierre, and the combat environment was also better. The Weeping Ones, with only four hundred members, managed to hold out for a long time.

"The Tarasa squad is capable of participating in combat."

Titus replied immediately, while signaling the captain to immediately connect to the Dawn Fleet's command system.

The captain hesitated for a moment, but still chose to connect obediently.

He glanced at Titus again, albeit discreetly.

For some reason, the captain could clearly sense that Petty Officer Titus was very excited.

Excited, of course I'm excited.

Titus clenched his fist nervously.

This is not about treating the other person as one's genetic father, but rather out of respect for the other person's abilities and an affirmation of the truth.

Non-canonical manuals are considered forbidden books within the Ultramarines, but due to Calgar's ambiguous attitude, they are currently only being confiscated.

Therefore, Titus himself has repeatedly studied various versions of the "Terren Alien Strategy Manual" and has been paying attention to related battle reports. Although the priest in charge of the mental health of the chapter members often talks to him, he also believes that there is no need to change this issue.

Analyzing those scenes and the series of battle reports, it was as if Titus was in an ocean, and he was a piece of seaweed in it.

It can realize its value simply by drifting with the waves created by the ocean currents.

He sincerely hoped that one day he could be under the command of such a commander.

It's not that Calgar is incompetent; Titus certainly respects his Chapter Master and also acknowledges the other's strength and command.

But one code equals another.

Gazing at Romulus's imposing figure, Titus stood tall and proud.

Rumors within the Ultramarines have never ceased, and although he doesn't believe them, that doesn't diminish Romulus's place in his heart.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Sergeant Titus. I am honored to command Guilliman's finest son."

Romulus nodded with a smile, causing Titus to straighten his face.

He began to feel fortunate that he had been demoted to the Northern Star Region.

Titus violated the Codex Astartes during the battle by seizing weapons and equipment from the mortal legions for tactical breakthroughs. Although he ultimately won, he was reported by one of the soldiers in his squad.

However, given the extraordinary circumstances, the Inquisitors were not interested in capturing an Ultramariner, and Titus was only under pressure from within the Chapter.

To protect him, Calgar simply sent him along with several troublemakers from within the Ultramarines to assist the Maelstrom Alliance in their operations.

Thank you, Calgary people.

Titus re-embedded the command terminal into the bridge, turned around under the captain's speechless gaze, and led his squad toward the hangar.

"It seems the ascetic couldn't escape it after all his hiding."

"Silent Oath," Ramses sighed as he watched the Ascetic Chapter's actions.

This warband has done its utmost, quickly rescuing the population of human settlements and immediately returning to provide support to other planets. It wasn't about avoiding combat or deliberately betraying its allies.

Simply put, I genuinely don't want to be around people who are grieving.

The Ascetic Chapter was indeed quite mysterious. Their collective meditation ritual, used to communicate with the Primarch and obtain his wisdom and guidance, certainly didn't connect to Guilliman, that psionic Muggle, but it was incredibly accurate. However, despite all their attempts to avoid it, they still ended up in trouble.

997.M41 The Third Battle of Armageddon: Due to the loss of three Astartes Chapters in the Great Vortex War, the Imperium had to send the Ascetic Chapter from the Extreme Starfield to provide support.

The ascetics answered the call, for prophecy had foretold that the Third Battle of Amighiddun could not be without them.

In the same year, the Ascetic Chapter's homeworld, Posule, was invaded by the Tyranid Hive fleet and turned into a desolate planet.

From then on, the Ascetics became a miserable ship-based battle group, becoming sworn brothers with the Imperial Scythe, whose invasion led to their annihilation.

"But the attitude is understandable."

Beside him, Arthur nodded slightly.

In reality, if he encountered a kind-hearted but incredibly unlucky person, he would run as far away as possible.

If it weren't for their somewhat arrogant nature as transmigrators, and their special abilities, they wouldn't have dared to deal with the Weeping Ones; at most, they would have just given them some equipment and left.

The ascetics' avoidance indicates that they have a clear understanding of their own abilities and know that they cannot withstand the whims of the weeping crowd.

The wailing was tragic; the other battle groups were likely wiped out on the spot.

boom!
The warship trembled continuously, causing the images of the people on board to shake.

Imperial ships have an astonishing acceleration, enabling them to maintain near-light speed cruising for extended periods.

After only a brief discussion, the fleet reached the outer orbit of the planet, and the macro cannons and plasma began to erupt, continuously damaging the densely packed Terran warships in the lower orbit.

Arthur glanced at the chaotic scene outside the porthole.

If nothing unexpected happens, this planet will be destroyed. The Lamenters will suffer enormous casualties but save some of the people. Then, amidst the gratitude of the survivors and the puzzled looks of their fellow warriors, they will face their next sacrifice.

"But now we're here, and as usual, Master Ya and I will handle the chaos."

Ramses rubbed his hands together, his gaze falling on the twins beside him who shared a body and whose Eldar features were concealed.

The Eldar twins instinctively flinched.

It's a bit too exciting to start by attacking Slaanesh.

However, their bodies were honest, and they obediently headed towards the undead Titans that were adorned with Imperial Skyhawks and had an Imperial-style shell.

"War machine preparation, test plan completed, the Flesh Ripper Chapter is ready to deploy at any time, and heavy firepower vehicle planning is underway."

Romulus nodded and began assigning orders.

"Titus."

His voice reached the ears of the sergeant who entered the Thunderhawk.

"Lord Romulus!"

Titus, fully armed, responded immediately.

He maintained communication with the Dawn.

"Lead the Tarasa squad into the Dawn."

Romulus frowned slightly as he looked at the other person's standard Holy Codex MK7 set.

That's terrible. The expeditionary fleet has already fully adopted the MK10, and the previous power armor models are now all ceremonial armor.

"Let's change our gear first."

"Yes, my lord!"
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Under the efficient coordination of the fleet's brain, the Dawn Fleet's war machines began operating at breakneck speed.

This efficiency began to materialize, and the dark cloud of human gunfire gradually enveloped this land ravaged by aliens and demons.

Ascetics strive for greater efficiency while simultaneously fearing and understanding the actual misfortune of those who weep.

The Tarasa squad upheld their duty; although they could not participate in combat themselves, they provided as much assistance as possible to the Weeping Ones, which is understandable.

Those who weep, following the power of life and sacrificing themselves to spur humanity's survival, are even more worthy of respect.

The problem is self-evident.

"Army attack."

Romulus pressed his palm down.

"Let us crush humanity's enemies."

This is no longer the planet that was so precariously preserved.

And they are no longer what they used to be.

　P.S.: There will be another chapter after midnight. I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow, so I'm writing it all at once.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)