This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 196 The Lingering Chaos

The sudden burst of cheers in the steel corridor startled the passing technical priest.

The warriors of the two legions had surrounded the dueling arena at some unknown time.

First Blood is highly entertaining due to its dueling rules.

Because a single successful attack can secure victory, it often urges attackers to attempt a desperate, all-or-nothing attack, and this thrill is precisely the most captivating element of a duel.

"This is the seventh time!"

Alm swallowed the blood and foam in his mouth, the power axe spinning dangerously in his palm.

It must be admitted that this battle group leader is indeed quite skilled; in a life-or-death struggle, he is no match for him.

However, he also sensed the anger lurking in the other party's heart, which was something Old Wolf could exploit.

After thinking for a while, he lowered his hand holding the power axe to bring it closer to the blade. This allowed him to control his attacks more flexibly, even at the cost of attack range.

"Are all you knights good at is dodging? Even the weakest fisherman in Fenris is braver than you."

Alm roared and launched yet another attack.

His provocations were like a blunt knife, precisely chipping away at his opponent's patience.

The onlookers, the Space Wolves, burst into laughter at opportune moments, with several Bloodclaws even dramatically pounding their breastplates, while the Dark Angels maintained an irritating silence, their true emotions betrayed only by the gripping fingers of their weapons.

Naji, the Dark Angels champion, silently adjusted his sword stance. The disintegration field of the finely crafted power sword buzzed, but the wooden staff at his waist trembled slightly when no one was watching.

Alm accurately detected this subtle anomaly.

Just as the old wolf master taught, even the most perfect defense cannot hide the flaws in one's heart.

Alm suddenly lowered his body, completely abandoning the defense of his face, while Nagil also changed his defensive and counter-attack stance, holding his sword to block the broad axe blade that Alm swung.

The onlookers suddenly retreated half a step, a sign that the duel was about to be decided.

Keng!
Before the sparks from the clash of the axe and the sword had even dissipated, Nagil's thrust had already slashed Alm's cheek.

But before that, the axe blade had already severed Nagil's sword-wielding fingers, and the crimson blood droplet was reduced to a wisp of ash by the crackling sound of the disintegrating force field.

First blood!

The cheers of the Space Wolves were like thunder, and several Bloodclaws excitedly threw their helmets into the air.

Alm took a half step back, laughing as he wiped the blood from his cheek and tossed the mead bag to the loser.

It's just right, finally it's just right, this is the kind of evenly matched battle.

Damn it, I've been fighting those monsters from the 'Silent Oath' every day lately, and I'm starting to lose confidence in them.

The Space Wolves had already surrounded their champion and patted him on the shoulder, while the Dark Angels silently examined the Grand Master's injuries.

"Their bottom line is higher than ours."

Zabril leaned against a pillar in the shadows, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze sweeping over the celebrating space wolves.

"Yes."

Luo He stood beside him and nodded slightly.

His gaze lingered on a few silent knights.

During the Legion era, the recruitment scope was wider and the number of recruits was larger, so the quality of new recruits naturally varied.

In the current era of Warbands, the number of recruits is strictly limited, and every soldier must undergo the most rigorous selection process, choosing the best of the best. From the perspective of individual qualities, the average level of Astartes recruits in this era is indeed higher.

However, the intensity of warfare during the Great Expedition was far greater than that of today.

The soldiers who survived on various battlefields possessed a level of luck and tactical skill that most people in this era could not match.

Moreover, they underwent the Original Forged Space Marine upgrade surgery, making them superior in hardware to these Firstborn Space Marines.

"His Highness has already gone inside."

Zabrel asked again.

"Yes, we have gradually marked the inner ring members, and we can eliminate them if necessary. The outer ring has been set up. After we understand the inner ring structure of the Fallen Angels, we can try to take over the Fallen Angel subgroups. After all—"

Luo He tilted his electronic panel slightly; it displayed the essential equipment needed to arm a mechanized legion in the new era.

We're all one family, so taking over isn't difficult; the whole system can be revitalized in a hundred years.

Moreover, as long as His Highness is still alive, they will have a continuous supply of production capacity. If the equipment system does not go through the Great Stone Fortress, it will be even more difficult to detect the problem.

In the shadows of the bridge, the servo skull silently swept past, and the red light swept across the location of the two people, but only caught sight of an undecorated pillar.

“Some people think Your Highness is too mild,” Luo He suddenly spoke, his tone calm but pointed.

Among them were many members with violent tempers. For these tormented lions, nothing could soothe the pain of millennia more than a satisfying revenge.

"Humph!"

Upon hearing this, Zabril let out a cold laugh, his gaze sweeping over Nagil, who was talking to Ezekiel in the distance.

“If they are fallen angels, then they should pray that Your Highness can maintain this calm and restraint.”

"I think so."

Roch nodded again.

His Highness has brought much to the legion.

A place to settle down, a strong support, and a grand ideal.

But most importantly, His Highness set an example by rebuilding the trust and bottom line within the legion, which had long been on the verge of collapse.

A look of reminiscence crossed Roch's eyes.

The suspicious glances between former comrades, the tense atmosphere during secret meetings, and the truths that can never be spoken.

Now, they can finally entrust their backs to their comrades without reservation, and be certain that the weapons in their hands will never be pointed at their own people.

They haven't had these things in a long time.
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"I lost."

Grasping the bag of mead, Nagil sighed, somewhat annoyed.

He was too concerned about Alm's previous words and wanted to slash his cheek to humiliate him, but instead, Old Wolf found an opportunity.

"It doesn't matter."

Ezekiel, unable to find any omen of death, felt a pang of regret, but didn't dwell on it too much.

Such duels naturally involve winners and losers, and he has experienced many such duels; he should simply approach them with a calm mind.

The Devotee Chapter is known for its dogmatism and fanaticism, and its upper echelons are composed of inquisitors, which means they usually don't ask 'why' when facing 'enemies'.

The inner ring road also needs their consistent efforts.

Apart from Ravenwing, the Redeemer Chapter is the main force of the Dark Angels in their pursuit of the 'Fallen Angels'.

"Congratulations, Alm Iron Oath."

Ezekiel, displaying the demeanor befitting a Caliban knight, was the first to raise his wolf wine.

As the cork of the wine bag was pulled out, the strong aroma of mead immediately filled the dueling arena. Alm took the 'Caliban Red' offered by his opponent, tilted his head back and drank it down, the liquid overflowing from his lips and mixing with the still-dry bloodstains on his cheeks.

The interaction between the two sides immediately eased the previous tense atmosphere.

Romulus watched as Alm drew the finely crafted, powered halberd, the prize for the victor, and waved to the distance, offering his blessings.

For a fleeting moment, he felt that these dark angels were actually quite gentlemanly, not as fanatical as he had imagined.

And this culture of dueling will continue to live on until someday in the future.

Ragnar, the rising star of the young wolf lord, suffered a bloody defeat in a duel, but chose to ambush and behead the Dark Angels champion.

The relationship between the two sides finally developed a real rift, and the series of scandals that broke out in the Wolf Pack in the following period, such as the werewolf warriors, made the rift wider and wider, leading the Dark Angels to conclude that their cousins ​​had completely fallen.

On the eve of the Thirteenth Black Crusade, under the machinations of Tzeentch's shapeshifting spirits, Magnus, the Dark Angel, and the Grey Knight will once again drag Fenris into the flames of war.

'chaos.'

Romulus withdrew his gaze, his brow furrowing as the Star Speaker scroll in his hand displayed an urgent plea for help from the Space Shark Legion.

'It's really haunting.'

[Operation: Phase-by-Phase Mission Briefing]

Timestamp: 746, M41 (specific time cannot be determined)
Intelligence Level: Secret (III)
Man-Eating Shark Band

Mission Objective: Cooperate with the Mantis Warriors to conduct guerrilla warfare against the Zerg fleet.

Completion Status: Severely Hindered

Details: Industrial World: Eros has experienced severe chaotic pollution, resulting in spacetime distortion barriers on the planet's surface. It is immune to naval cannon attacks, and its internal time flow rate is found to be 6 times that of the real universe. Multiple chaotic warbands have entered the planet through chaotic portals.

Current situation: The Void War has been won; the surface population mortality rate has reached over 95%. Eight hundred Man-Eating Sharks and Mantis Warriors are stationed at a high-altitude fortress on the planet, protecting twenty-seven million people from sacrifice. The enemy consists of the Thousand-Eyed Warband, the Flawless Lord, the Black Legion, and others.

Follow-up plan: We will continue to hold the fortress and await support from the main fleet.

　P.S.: It's the weekend, I can post more tomorrow, hehe.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)