This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 194 It's hard to say who sleeps on the top bunk.

"Tell me, wolves, why are you here?"

A piercing static noise came from the communication channel, masking the speaker's own speech as much as possible; the harsh question came through the speaker.

Alm's ears twitched slightly, and his brows furrowed immediately.

What do you mean by "why are we here?"

Hearing Najir's familiar tone, he immediately felt utterly disgusted.

Sure enough, this unpleasant smell is still the best.

He turned to Romulus, slammed his right fist on his breastplate in a salute, and then switched to the communications channel.

“We responded to Ottara’s request for help, and of course we are here.”

Alm's voice was as cold and hard as the freezing wind of Fenris in response to the devotees' rudeness.

“But my dear cousins, the Lord of Ultramar would never welcome an uninvited guest who cannot see the light of day, who secretly bombs his planet and slaughters his people.”

The silence on the other end of the communicator lasted for several seconds. Alm could imagine the other person's ashen face, which made the light in his wolf eyes even sharper.

"I am Alm Tieshi, the wolf guard of Fenris Champion Dalian."

He deliberately slowed his speech, his hand already on the handle of the Storm Axe.

"Thanks to the guidance of our father, we met in the vast Milky Way. According to tradition, we should hold an honorary duel."

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He was met with a long silence.

"Thank you for the invitation, cousin."

The static buzzing gradually subsided in the communication channel, replaced by a steady and powerful new voice.

The voice carried the solemnity unique to dark angels, but with a touch more warmth than Nagil's.

"I am Ezekiel, the Grand Master of the Dark Angels' Think Tank. I will lead the knights in this glorious duel shortly."

On the battle barge, he raised his hand to signal Najir to restrain his hostility and begin preparations for the duel.

The appearance of the wolf pack actually relieved Ezekiel, and he continued:

"Lord Romulus, the Devotee Chapter will assist you in the recapture of the planet."

“I will be waiting for you on the Dawn, Master Ezekiel.”

Ezekiel nodded, then ignored the other party and hung up the call.

They are not their original entities.

"Lord Romulus, I hope this battle can take place under your witness."

After ending his call with the Dark Angel, Alm looked at Romulus.

"Thanks for your invitation."

Upon hearing this, Romulus thanked Alm.

The Dawn has always been highly mechanized, so clearing out a duel arena is a piece of cake for it.

"My pleasure."

Alm bowed and left, no longer wanting to disturb the other person's work.

At the same time, Romulus signaled to his partners to get ready, and the transformable structure modified from steel wings began to operate, replanning the deck area.

"Is this the closest we've ever been to Luther's bunkmate?"

Ramses leaned against the control panel and couldn't help but joke as he began his ritual.

"It's hard to say who will sleep on the top bunk." Arthur directed the Dark Angels to make thorough preparations.

They currently have no intention of annihilating a battle group, but no one can fathom what the Dark Angels of the 40k era are thinking. In order to minimize unnecessary casualties, the transmigrators believe that they must be fully prepared.

Even if it means taking the initiative.
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The two fleets lowered their guard, and the tense atmosphere created by the standoff melted away like ice and snow.

Within three minutes, all the artillery fire that had been ready to fire completed its target reset, and a barrage of scorching bullets rained down on the ground. Then, a dense swarm of airborne troops burst into the atmosphere like a bee swarm.

Less than an hour later, good news came from the surface: the chaos pollution had been contained, the heretical forces had been completely annihilated, and the post-war recovery process could begin immediately.

Soon, a shuttle bearing the insignia of wings slid out of the Contributor Chapter's battle barge.

As the hatch opened on the docking deck of the Dawn, the Dark Angels in dark green armor and the Devotees in black armor stepped off the shuttle and proceeded along the unobstructed main axis.

The ordinary craftsmen and sailors along the way all bowed in greeting.

Ezekiel noticed that, unusually, the eyes of these mortals, besides the respect they should have, were devoid of fear.

The Grand Master of the Think Tank's psychic perception spread like ripples, carefully examining every corner of the warship.

As dark angels, they must be vigilant against any possible corruption, even when facing the so-called Primarchs.

Only those loyal to the test can gain the true recognition of the First Legion.

But a strange sense of unease lingered in Siegfried's mind. When he tried to open his prophetic vision, large blank areas appeared in his psychic vision, just like when he briefly lost his prophetic abilities more than two hundred years ago.

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He took a deep breath, suppressing the ripples in his heart.

Ezekiel felt something strange behind him, and he couldn't quite tell if it was Astartes' senses or a warning from prophecy.

The feeling of being watched was like a thorn in my back, not from the cold gaze of the mechanical monitoring systems in the corridor, but from something more primal, a gaze projected from within the very organs of life.

call!
Ezekiel whirled around, his psionic staff glowing with a ghostly blue light, but it abruptly went out when he saw who it was.

Standing before him was just an ordinary Dark Angel Knight.

The other party was clearly taken aback by the think tank's sudden action, and his right hand unconsciously went to the holster of the explosive pistol.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

The knight asked the Grand Master, his finger still hovering over the bomb gun.

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Ezekiel's gaze pierced through the other's mask, focusing on the other's slightly tense face, and familiar prophetic images flooded back like a tide.

This knight, who was not included in the inner circle, will live a life of busy military campaigns but with integrity, and then pass away in glory when a planet explodes.

The prophetic scene was so clear it was almost tangible.

"No, it's nothing."

The feeling of stagnation had disappeared. He looked around again, and after confirming that his prophetic power was still effective, he led the knights to catch up with the group, secretly noting down the matter.

Preliminary preparations have been completed.

[Think Tank Mentor: Ezekiel, Threat Level: High]

[The success of the infiltration requires the cooperation of Your Highness and Ramses. Should we proceed with the annihilation plan?]

【no】

Behind Ezekiel, Arthur quietly watched the strategist walk alongside the knight who had just spoken with Ezekiel.

As the procession moved forward, an unremarkable cargo shuttle set sail as the mechanical priest signed the transportation agreement.

Inside the stasis field, several knights slept, and through the observation window of one of the stasis pods, a face identical to that of the knight from before could be vaguely seen.

(End of this chapter)