This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 184 I'm so jealous!

As order was gradually restored at the other end of the ruins, the rhythmic sounds of dense bomb gunfire continued to echo within the quarantine zone.

On this high platform, isolated by the power of the World Soul, the final purification ritual is underway.

A Slaanesh, a demon who had once possessed an imperial nobleman, sat slumped in a pool of blood, his fat human face contorted into a comical weeping expression.

Its jewel-encrusted fingers futilely gripped the ground, and Arthur cleanly and decisively looped a gold chain around its neck, hanging it on the flagpole like dried meat.

As the bloated body swayed comically in the morning breeze, the distorted curtain of reality around them began to gradually return to normal, and the automaton legion advanced in orderly steps.

A hundred meters away, Kai was fighting amidst the demons and heretics, his eyes gazing absently into the distance.

Roch approached silently, like a ghost.

He first made a few hand gestures from a distance, and when the other party did not react, he raised his explosive gun without hesitation and aimed it at his colleague's helmet.

--boom!

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The attacked knight's movements remained perfectly straight; he merely tilted his head slightly.

The precision-engineered power sword was drawn at an exquisite angle, precisely cleaving the incoming explosive projectile in two. The shards grazed his shoulder armor, accurately blasting the two lurking Slaanesh behind him into splattered pus and blood.

It's definitely a real person.

A look of doubt flashed in Luo He's eyes.

He dodged the flying demonic limbs, his voice coming through a private channel.

"Kai, this is a battlefield."

he reminded.

"I know."

The knight's lieutenant drew a perfect arc with his power sword, cleaving the cultist who lunged at him in half at the waist.

While coordinating the advance of the automated machine infantry formation, Roch said, "But your mind isn't focused, which is fatal in war."

crackle~
The surrounding scenery shattered like a broken mirror, and Slaanesh's magic instantly engulfed several automatons.

He raised his hand to signal a Spiritforged Dreadnought to fill the gap in the defense. Although he still discriminated against these aliens, it was undeniable that their talent in combat was truly unparalleled.

Luo He, having stabilized the killing formation, continued:
"I think you should visit the Pentagram Order after the war."

Those think tanks whose lineage can be traced back to the ancient wizards of Terra, relying on His Highness's methods of isolating the warp and the teachings of the Eldar aliens, have recently become increasingly reckless, employing a variety of unconventional tactics.

"Need not."

Kai's voice suddenly rose eight octaves. He turned around abruptly, cleaved a cultist who was trying to launch a sneak attack with his sword, and his gaze involuntarily drifted to the golden and red figures in the distance before snapping back as if electrocuted.

If the people from the Five Elements Cult knew what he was thinking right now, his life would probably be over.

"You envy those Holy Blood Angels."

Roch scrutinized the knight, his voice low and resolute, carrying a hint of barely perceptible probing.

Ever since he discovered that he was the only one in the group of four who had genuinely followed the Lion King to join Caliban, he had been deliberately honing his insight.

These colleagues are all cunning and shrewd; sometimes you just can't outsmart them.

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Kai remained silent, only his fingers tightened slightly around the sword, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His sword swings became increasingly fierce. With a whistling sound as the blade sliced ​​through the air, a mutant who charged forward was cut in two. Filthy blood splattered onto the armor, quickly evaporating into a pungent mist from the intense energy field.

"That's it."

Luo He nodded, a knowing glint in his eyes behind the mask.

He dodged an oncoming claw, raised his slug gun, and with a roar, the head of a demon exploded into pieces.

He often felt that dealing with people was much more complicated than dealing with machines.

Machines simply stop when they say they won't, but with people, you never know what's hidden in their hearts, or how to "repair" them.

"You should know that our identities are very sensitive, and some of the cases we are responsible for cannot be brought to the forefront."

Luo He spoke up to remind him.

His Highness had already clearly informed them of the current situation of the Empire, and that they should not be overly boastful before gaining an overwhelming advantage over the Stone Fortress and taking it down in one fell swoop.

Moreover, the fewer people who know about the war with Chaos, the better.

While annihilating all witnesses is commonplace for them, the fact that facing chaos directly can lead to corruption and rebellion in the future is also an objective reality.

However, doing a good job of keeping secrets in advance and nipping any negative impacts in the bud is the standard that the First Legion should have.

"I know."

Kai's power sword pierced precisely through the throat of a Chaos cultist, the disintegrating force field on the blade silencing the scream.

"His Highness has made certain points very clear."

Roch continued.

"I know."

As Roch pressed on relentlessly, Kai's voice carried a hint of despair.

"That's why I only feel envy, instead of complaining and rebelling like I did before." The Holy Blood Angels fought across hundreds of miles, moving through the Zerg swarm as if it were nothing. The Zerg swarm, still suffering from orbital attacks, was unable to resist and could only wait to die with the assistance of those trained think tanks.

Those who weep for their lives, who held out against overwhelming odds until aid arrived, deserve the reverence of those who were protected by them.

They all stood in the sunlight, enjoying the honor and the love of countless people.

And what about the Dark Angel?

They also fought bloody battles on the front lines, wove intelligence networks in the shadows, and developed weapons and equipment in laboratories.

Those people saved by the Holy Blood Angels will never know how many potential threats of chaos were nipped in the bud by the Dark Angels, just as they will never know how much blood of nameless warriors once soaked in this 'clean' land beneath their feet.

They bear heavier responsibilities than other legions and play no less important roles than other legions, yet they can only remain behind the scenes, and even their achievements are deliberately obscured.

“You haven’t changed at all.”

Looking at Kai's silhouette blurred by the smoke of battle, Luo He clearly understood that there was something deeper behind this envy: a warrior's simple desire for glory.

As members of the Terran race among the Dark Angels, they harbor some resentment towards their frequent involvement in those thankless and arduous clandestine wars.

Before taking on these dirty and tiring tasks, the Dark Angels had the honor of being the first Space Marine Legion, created by the Emperor and serving as his personal guard.

From the very beginning of the Space Marines' combat force, they have been involved in the war to unify Terra, assisting the Emperor in completing the Great Crusade and liberating humanity from the rule of aliens and evil gods.

Their victory became the blueprint for legend, and they are considered by countless people to be the finest Space Marines.

Wherever they go, they shine brightly, for they are the First Legion.

But all of this disappeared after the Lion King returned.

They were removed from the side of the Lord of Mankind, relegated from the most dazzling stage to the darkest corner.

They carried out the dirtiest tasks in the shadows, the operations that could not leave names, the tasks that required erasing witnesses, and the sacrifices that could never be celebrated, while other legions received countless flowers and hymns of praise.

Their Primarch always remained silent, believing that his actions were being observed by the Lord of Mankind, who then exploited his offspring, assuming that all Dark Angels should be like him.

You want to ask why?
Because loyalty cannot be expressed in words.

This is the biggest conflict between the Terran Dark Angel and the Lion King.

They were once the emperor's sword and shield, but now they have become the lion king's daggers that cannot see the light of day.

Unfortunately, the Lion King Warmaster hasn't managed to snag one yet, and everyone has a lot of complaints about the Primarch.

You're so loyal, but we want to talk about loyalty! We want honor!

All we have left is this.

Kai's gaze returned to Arthur, who, after defeating the Slaanesh, had already rushed into the spiritual realm of the World Soul with Ramses.

The most fundamental difference between Arthur and the Lion King is that Arthur clearly understands the differences between people and will not impose his own harshness on others.

Arthur would crouch down and patiently explain the reason to the warriors, looking at you with those soul-piercing eyes until all suspicion and estrangement vanished.

Therefore, he would not resent Arthur.

If they hadn't met His Highness, they might still be wandering on the edge of the Milky Way, tossing and turning at night, wondering whether each of their brothers was trustworthy.

Not to mention standing here upright and honorable like this, sharpening our swords, and one day washing away the First Legion's shame with sword and fire.

A hint of resentment flickered in Kai's eyes, but he still sighed softly and replied:

"Perhaps I was too greedy."
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"If you ask me, Karna, forget all that nonsense for now. We just need to get the Weeping Ones to change out of their yellow paint. It's really bad luck."

Standing between the spiritual realms, providing security for his companions, Arthur didn't take the joke, but instead offered a reminder.

"Move quickly."

"what happened?"

Ramses looked puzzled, his attention slightly diverted from his communication with the Soul of the World.

The battle is only halfway through; they can't start opening champagne next door.

Arthur shook his head, denying his companion's idea, and replied:
"Something happened."

　Let me recommend some books to my friends.

　　Everyone who's been reborn makes up for their regrets.

　　Looking out the window at the two people who resembled the protagonists of a youth novel, Li Nanke wondered, what if...
　　If I also had that kind of youth, if there were a tearful heroine in front of me, if she loved me unconditionally and wholeheartedly, if I were the male protagonist of a novel.

　　What would that be like?
　　Is it a pity there are no "what ifs"?
　　Reborn back in high school, Li Nanke finally has the chance to make up for the regrets of his life.

　　He saved Song Yu, his beloved but tragically deceased love, allowing her life to continue to shine.

　　He corrected the awkward personality of his childhood sweetheart, Yan Ange, enabling her to face her feelings squarely.

　　To help a washed-up and down-on-her-luck teenage idol return to the stage that belongs to her.

　　Now that everyone has been reborn, who wouldn't try to make up for their regrets?

　　This book is also known as "Re-entering Youth: This is the Youth I Want".

　　I said I'd make up for the regrets, and none of you can be missing.

　　Save You, Conquer You

(End of this chapter)