This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 192 The Devotee Chapter

The Thousand-Eyes Battlecruiser, the Slaughter-class cruiser "Vicious Eyes".

The bridge was bathed in a dark red emergency light, and the hologram projected distorted light and shadow onto the control panel, where the phantom of Therafax slowly coalesced.

“Beile”.

A smile appeared on the face behind the visor, indicating that at least Seraphax wasn't simply communicating with his psychic powers.

He wasn't against doing so, especially considering the composition of their allies, but the caution ingrained by the Legion's past constantly told him that psionic powers and warp-related existence were best reserved for when truly needed.

Seraph's actions also demonstrate his bottom line of not colluding with the forces of chaos.

"What are your instructions, Captain Knight?"

"The flawless lords suddenly fell silent."

Baylor frowned as his knuckles tapped the edge of the datapad with a dull thud.

"Silence?"

The Flawless Lords Warband is a Chaos Space Marines warband that worships the evil god Slaanesh.

Recently, rumors have been circulating in the Imperium about the emergence of four new Primarchs, and for some reason, the Slaanesh faction has shown an unprecedented enthusiasm for these four who led the Dawn Crusade.

And those attracted were not only members of Slaanesh, but also others.

The Thousand-Eyed Warband, a Dark Angels warband under the leadership of Therafax, is now classified as a Fallen Angel by the Dark Angels Chapter.

They knew about this news much earlier than these war gangs.

As early as 741.M41, Therafax obtained this information through some unknown means and made ample preparations for it, even secretly attacking Abaddon's fleet as a bargaining chip to attract a large number of Chaos Astartes.

Unfortunately, the expeditionary fleet was too powerful, its strength comparable to some weaker legions, and they were unable to find a good opportunity.

"Maybe they went crazy having fun after conquering that feudal world?"

"Baylor asked."

In the Chaos Warband, the existence of discipline depends entirely on the character of the commanders and the troops. Some still adhere to strict military regulations, while others have long since degenerated into disorderly thugs.

Fortunately, thanks to the traditions left over from the Legion era, their team still retains some of the efficiency they once had.

“I hoped so, and even hoped that the other party was the ‘Primarch’ we had been waiting for—but the result was not optimistic, and I received their communications.”

Baylor knew what he meant.

He was referring to the communication methods between wizards.

In Imperial communications spanning astronomical units, conventional means are almost meaningless, while magical communication via the warp itself, though imperfect, is far more reliable than physical signals.

"Who is the enemy?"

He asked aloud.

"The Dedicated Chapter".

Seraph replied sarcastically.

"Or rather, the Firewing of this era."

"I knew it."

A suppressed curse escaped from between Baylor's teeth.

"Should we retreat?"

he asks.

"Yes, if we also include those unforgivable ones in the enemy's ranks, it will indeed be a bit tricky."

The phantom of Seraph began to flicker erratically, as if deliberately obscuring its message.

"Are you sure?"

"of course."

The Blade of Truth, Seraphex gazed down at the planet engulfed in chaos.

Nest City World, Hosak.

The Chaos Warlords repelled the Tyranid swarm's attack. Thanks to Abaddon's ruthless exploitation of his Dark Mechanicus members, the Chaos Warlords' warships maintained decent performance, not much worse than the Empire's.

And this planet will be their next sacrifice.

Seraphox followed the path taken by the Primarchs.

The Flawless Lord's War Gang is making preparations in another feudal world.

If neither of them encounters the Dawn Fleet, then Therafax will take this portion of the souls to the next possible region.

Because the 'Emperor's divine power' protects them and conceals their appearance, the Thousand-Eyed Warband can only resort to this wide-net approach in hopes of encountering a Primarch.

'This is the power of an emperor!'

Instead of being troubled by the numerous difficulties they had faced along the way, Seraphax couldn't help but smile with excitement.

Look how powerful he is; even the Chaos Gods cannot glimpse the treasure in his hands.

Seraphus raised his cane, and the blood droplets began to smoke, the smoke swirling outwards along the lines marked on the floor.

A crimson haze appeared on the entire surface of the planet. The humans who survived the catastrophe were stripped of their flesh and blood, and after endless suffering, they entered into a torment that would never end.

The alien skull atop the staff gleamed with a terrifying light, and a blood-red blade solidified even more within the mist. They didn't need victory, or even to live; they only needed this brief encounter.

Therefore, they need to ensure the plan is foolproof.

Therafax ordered the fleet to set sail, and the Chaos Fleet, composed of multiple warbands, disappeared into the void.

'One of the many mistakes the Empire made was imprisoning the Lord of Man on the Golden Throne. He should have died rightly; death for a being like Him was merely the beginning of another great undertaking.'

'Only by dying in the material world can he fully ascend to the highest heavens as a true god. Once there, no longer bound or weakened by his broken mortal body, he will be able to transform into a destructive force capable of annihilating alien races and causing demons to wail endlessly, and oversee humanity's Second Great Crusade.'

'He will surely lead us to greatness again.'
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An ordinary, unremarkable feudal world.

Romulus's original plan was simple—orbital bombardment to purify the surface, then leave.

But an unexpected fleet completely disrupted his plans.

An unexpected fleet.

Romulus was genuinely surprised when the battle barge bearing the Flamewing insignia appeared in the planet's orbit; he never expected to run into 40k Dark Angels here.

"All ships, on combat alert."

He lowered his voice to give the order, while simultaneously activating the global communication channel.

"This is the Dawn, belonging to the Wings of Dawn. I am Romulus Quirinus."

Based on his understanding of the Empire, Romulus carefully considered his words, deliberately making his phrasing sound like he knew very little about the Dark Angels. After all, in this era, being overly knowledgeable about certain chapters could only invite unnecessary suspicion.

"Unknown force fleet, please report your identity and mission."

These geniuses are no match for those down-on-their-luck 30k Dark Angel veterans.

They have more fleets, more forbidden technology, and more soldiers.

It's also easier to breathe on it.

He quickly contacted Arthur.

"Arthur."

"I'm here."

The response from the other end of the communication was astonishingly fast, as if the other party had been waiting for a long time, with the sound of armor clashing coming from the background.

On the command deck behind Arthur, the Dark Angels were already in battle mode, Flamewing was formulating battle plans, the Pentagram Order was preparing for a psionic boarding maneuver, and all the various orders and the Heavenly Army were ready for battle.

Inside the Relic Cruiser, within a launch tube that runs almost the entire length of the warship, a munition capable of accelerating to the speed of light in an instant was loaded.

This weapon, created using ancient technology, can accelerate to the speed of light in an instant, and the static field generator mounted on its warhead is enough to freeze the regional time of an entire fleet.

"The annihilation plan has been activated, the static bomb strike procedure is ready, and I can ensure that I can penetrate the enemy's flagship command post within 5 seconds of contact."

Meanwhile, inside the command sanctuary of the Relic—

"Lord Ezekiel?"

Inside the battle barge, the Supreme Grand Master Najil bowed slightly, seeking advice from the Grand Master of the Think Tank.

Despite being a battle captain, he still had to obey the management of the six Grand Mentors within the inner ring.

"Not an enemy."

Ezekiel's crimson bionic eye flickered a few times, and he concluded that it was not advisable to clash with this imperial force.

They had only recently arrived in the Altrama space region and were unaware of the situation there.

but--

Ezekiel frowned; the strong premonition made him feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

"Initiate the first contact protocol and simultaneously load the annihilation plan."

"Preparations have been completed."

Najib nodded without asking any further questions.

This battle-hardened warrior was all too familiar with the meaning behind such contradictory orders; in the Dark Galaxy, courtesy and vigilance were always two sides of the same coin.

Especially for them.

Almost simultaneously, the silent void was shattered as both fleets activated the pre-launch programs of their ancient technological creations. The macro-gun arrays completed calibration in silence, and the seals on the torpedo tubes slowly slid open.

That's not what I meant.

Romulus was in a real bind.

Looking at the perfectly synchronized hostile postures in the tactical simulation in his mind, he felt his temples throbbing.

'Of course, it is indeed necessary.'

They really are a family.

"Wolf Pack".

He spoke up to remind him.

"Let the Wolf Pack make a sound."

(End of this chapter)