This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 246 Preparing to Depart (4.8k)

The judge ultimately said nothing.

Unlike operations where clues can be found in public records, the wars in which Broken Steel Wings participated were so sensitive that secrecy was the most fundamental principle.

Tarachin eventually left dejectedly and began wandering among the monasteries of various warbands, trying to find new opportunities to pry some stories out of these silent warriors.

After all, history shouldn't only feature heroes in the light; legends in the shadows are equally worthy of being passed down.

He had considered using certain...

Less compliant methods.

The main reason was that the four Primarchs were too powerful, which greatly limited the flexibility of his historical collection methods.

The only thing we know for sure is that a large number of Astartes also returned with Arthur.

After leaving the reception hall, Tarasin stood in the shadows of the corridor, his metal fingers lightly stroking his chin, observing the passing chapter representatives—

The solemnity of the Black Sanctuary, the coldness of the Death Watchers, the fervor of the Crimson Fist, the ruthlessness of the Executioner…

Their armor was clean and undamaged, and they showed no signs of long-term battles, clearly indicating that they were not the group that had returned with Arthur from his campaigns.

Just then, a military unit caught his eye.

It was a tattered and broken army.

The deep red armor was covered with cracks, and the gold trim had peeled off at the damaged areas. Every wound told a story of a brutal battle.

Hello, may I ask...?

A surge of excitement welled up inside him, and Tarasin straightened his robes. Before he could even go up, he saw the leading warband commander approach. The commander's proactive manner made him smile, but as soon as the other man got closer, the smile froze on his face.

Oh, the weeping one?

Tarasin immediately lost interest.

It's best to stay away from this unlucky group; none of the four of them can withstand this bad luck.

"."

He hadn't finished his greeting when he turned and left.

Malakin Forros raised his hand from afar, intending to respond to the greeting, but only saw the mechanical sage's hurried departure.

He looked down at his battle-scarred shoulder armor, as if he understood something, a bitter smile appeared on his lips, and finally turned into a soft sigh.

Kahulangi, the curator of the Shark Think Tank who was traveling with him, watched the sage's almost fleeing figure and immediately understood.

But he still asked in a normal tone.

"what happened?"

".nothing."

Frost turned his gaze to his soldiers.

They were surrounded by enthusiastic mortals and were patiently answering their curious inquiries.

His expression softened, and he then said to Kahulangi, who was clearly somewhat uncomfortable:

"Thank you for your company. I will take care of the journey to the sanctuary myself."

"I'm sorry, it's really because..."

Kahulangi didn't finish speaking, but both of them knew what was going on.

The misfortune of the weeping ones, after being observed by Ramses and verified by Eldar advisors, was ultimately confirmed to be a kind of "exchange" in the warp.

The specifics of what happened during their "cursed army" formation have long been lost to the mists of history.

The only certainty is that their bloodline paid the price of unimaginable misfortune in exchange for the suppression of their thirst for blood, and even gained an extraordinary conscience due to some strange mutation, which makes their Black Fury rarely erupt.

This led the Mechanicus sages at the time to mistakenly believe that they had overcome the curse of the Blood Angels.

It wasn't until after systematic research that those in the know truly understood what the misfortune of the weeping person meant.

As the third most powerful prophetic psychic in the Empire after Ezekiel and Digglis, Kahulangi's unease was practically written all over his face.

Psionicists are genuinely afraid of these people. For a psionicist, activating their abilities is already a life-threatening task, as it's like having to go through an appraisal every time they act. Now, the Weeping Ones have added a debuff that makes them roll the lowest of the dice twice.

It's just terrible.

I have no idea how the think tank of the weeping crowd survived.

Kahulangi has been extremely cautious since entering the galaxy, and dared not use any psychic prophecies whatsoever.

"Yes, I know."

Frost nodded slightly.

He said nothing more, turned and left, his crimson cloak swaying gently behind him.

The time the Crying Legion has spent stationed in the Dawn Sector has perhaps been the most comfortable period since its inception.

Despite the persistent bad luck and the frequent deadly threats faced by the group, with comrades falling one after another on the battlefield and familiar faces disappearing one after another.

But here, there are people who understand them.

The combat brothers no longer looked at them with strange eyes, but instead analyzed the curse that bound the battle group with a rigorous attitude and made use of this wonderful ability when necessary.

The Primarch has always stood behind them, steadfastly supporting the Weepers' ideal path.

"what happened?"

Seeing his old friend, who had gone through the Dawn Expedition with him, looking like he had survived a disaster, Pedro Canto, the current leader of the Crimson Fist Guild, couldn't help but ask curiously.

The original battle group leader challenged Pedro to a duel of honor, lost, and is now happily carrying the Dawn Expedition Relic Battle Banner as a company commander.

He almost stole the relic gauntlets he got from the Dawn Expedition.

He had just visited Danteok with his elders when he came to the Dawn Sector, and now he's been kicked out.

"Nothing much. After a few sighs, the Lamenter is still the same Lamenter. Although the equipment has changed, the style and bad luck remain the same."

Kahulangi couldn't help but sigh.

"The last time we saw them was three years ago on the edge of the Ghoul Starfield. We captured a medium-sized Zerg Hive fleet, including Black Templars, Tomb Guardians, Iron Knights, and Lamenters. They chose to respond."

"These people have all been cursed with bad luck."

The think tank director sighed, seemingly helpless about the misfortune of the mourners.

"It was clearly a joint operation at the time. Because the Crying Fleet and its equipment were good enough, several chapters assigned the Crying Fleet to defend in the rear star systems, so that if one of the chapters encountered the main force of the Hive, it could get support the fastest."

"Then, for some reason, the main force of the Hive chose to take a longer route, and they ran straight into the main force of the Hive fleet. We were planning to provide support, but for some reason, the fleet's warp engine had a series of problems, which delayed our support by three months. If they hadn't been well-equipped, we would have been wiped out."

Pedro's lips twitched.

Although Kahulangi's account sounded plausible, reason still reminded him that it was too hasty to attribute such complex battlefield variables entirely to the "bad luck" of a single warband.

But Kahulangi had already seen through Pedro's thoughts and continued:

"Do you know why all the warbands have sanctuaries on Dawnstar, and why the Lamenters use the identity of the Crimson Paladins, one of the Primarch Guards?"

"Aren't they Lord Karna's guards?"

Pedro unconsciously frowned, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

To be honest, Pedro, as the son of Dorne, has always been quite sour.

His gaze unconsciously drifted to the other side of the hall, where several Angel Tears selected from the Flesh-Tearer Warband were talking with mortal officials. Their aura was a far cry from their past state of being on the verge of destruction along with the world.

Angels aside, even Guilliman and Ryan, who were practically nowhere to be found during the Siege of Terra, had counterparts matching their roles, and even—

Magnus, that traitor!

Why didn't their genetic father have one?!

Pedro's fist clenched involuntarily, and the power armor's servo system emitted a slight protest.

It's not that these four Primarchs are bad; the Primarchs treated them all equally, it's just that—

So enviable.

Especially the Ultra Warriors!
If it weren't for the fact that Crimson Fist and the Ultra Warriors had a good relationship, he would have been cursing like the other brothers in the Second Reorganization.

It's one thing for 30k to reap the rewards of victory, but 40k also has two Primarchs. They get all the good stuff!
The man-eating shark, which has never really cared much about whether or not it has a father, doesn't have this problem.

The four Primarchs, though not biological fathers, are even more like fathers to me.

Since joining Dawnwing, I've never lacked for food or clothing.

Kahulangi waited a moment while Pedro, who was in a state of discontent.

As the star ring slowly rotated in its orbit, a blue planet gradually came into view through the enormous observation window—that was Pield, located between Dawn Star and the forging world Mars. Mars was a planet created by the Pioneer system in imitation of Mars, and has now been transformed into a forging world by the Great Sage. Production capacity is secondary; with AI assistance, it can maintain extremely high efficiency, and its main purpose is to train qualified technicians for the sector.

"You recognize that planet, right?"

"of course."

Pedro nodded.

Although he doesn’t know much about why Pierre has become an ocean planet, he would never mistake the eternal torch that stands on the planet’s surface.

That was the sacred flame lit to commemorate the victory of mankind in war.

"Five years ago, the Primarchs planned to move this planet to a star system and entrust the Weeping Ones to relocate the local population. During the relocation, they ran into a Deadskull Clan orc scavenger warlord who also occupied a wrecked spaceship in the warp."

"?"

Pedro frowned.

"The entire Pioneer system was sealed off at the time, and it took the Primarch more than half a month to end the incident."

Pedro's expression froze instantly.

"Of course, the result is good."

Kahulangi shrugged.

"After all, if the Weeping Ones hadn't stumbled upon this Orc warlord through sheer bad luck and resolved the incident under the Primarch's centralized handling, the losses would have been incalculable if such a derelict spaceship capable of randomly entering and exiting the Warp had been allowed to enter the Dawn Sector."

Then, he looked at Pedro and said seriously:

"So now you know why I'm afraid of the Weepers. They are all good people, all excellent warriors. You can tell from the Primarchs' attitudes. These warriors are the ones who best align with their values."

"But if you're not tough enough, you should be careful when you travel with them."

Kahulangi watched the other person's back.

The Primarchs' destination for this expedition is the Eye of Terror, a place heavily influenced by the Warp. Given the Primarchs' cautious nature of not unnecessarily increasing their own strength, they probably won't be taking them along.

The Dawn Sector is the Primarchs' exclusive domain, and now that there are no troops capable of rapid response, they will most likely not be allowed to stay there.

It is highly likely that they will be sent to support a certain war zone.

Good news! You will receive support from an extremely generous, wealthy, and powerful warband.

Bad news: The weeping ones are coming. Prepare for real war!
Thinking of this, Kahulangi couldn't help but smile.

I wonder which unlucky person is going to be in trouble.
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"So what are the man-eating sharks doing here? This doesn't seem to be their resupply time, does it?"

After settling the retirees in Cadia, Romulus quietly strolled around the starport before finally arriving at the First Empire starport.

This place is completely closed to the outside world.

Especially the part controlled by the Wings of Broken Steel, whether it is the secret research or military activities conducted there, is kept strictly confidential, and unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering.

Faced with Arthur, who reeked of blood, Romulus was initially helpless. He raised a hand to rub his temples before asking:

"By the way, why did you approve so many supplies for them? It takes a lot of time for me to coordinate personnel on my end."

'Twenty years.'
Arthur looked up at the flashing holographic projections around him, receiving reports continuously, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist, then simultaneously sent the information.

Arthur's area of ​​activity within the sector is quite large, even larger than Karna's. Therefore, apart from routinely reporting his safety to his companions through Ramses, he only returns to report in person after his activities have concluded.

Then he said in a low voice:
"We are leaving; those who weep cannot stay."

Emotionally speaking, they all like those who wail.

From a rational standpoint, for the sake of the sector's stability, the Weeping Ones should no longer be allowed to remain in the Dawn Sector.

For the past decade, the Weeping Ones have been stationed on Watcher's Fortress, the northernmost planet in the Dawn Sector, a place perpetually shrouded in purple aurora influenced by the warp and a hotspot for various invasion incidents.

I won't go into the usual stuff like swarms of insects and green-skinned creatures.

Not long after the Weeping Ones completed their encampment, a space necromantic dynasty hidden in a dimensional space was reviving in the Watcher's Fortress. Upon inquiring with Tarazin, they discovered that it was a world under the control of the Sotek Dynasty.

Imotek, the Storm King, was a member of this dynasty. Most of them were still caught up in the War of Heaven and were all battle maniacs. With their outstanding combat power, they were the most dangerous space undead to humanity.

Then the result was obvious: they hit a big one.

There have been many similar incidents, but with the response of the Dawn Star District government and Arthur's frequent personal clean-up efforts, everything is still under control.

It can be said that it made outstanding contributions to the prosperity and stability of other areas in the Dawn Star Sector.

There's nothing else to do but keep an eye on the person who is wailing.

Something will definitely happen.

During the time when Pierre was being moved, Ramses always felt that something bad was about to happen, but he could never quite grasp the underlying elements.

Then a brilliant idea struck him: to have the weeping crowd stationed at Pierre de' Medici and evacuate the people first.

Sure enough, after completing the planetary population transfer, the Great Sage Caul ran into the Dead Skull Clan while transferring the planet.

The idea was incredibly difficult; the green-skinned creatures that emerged from the wrecked spaceship were something else entirely. Fortunately, the ship crashed into a planet.

They didn't even dare to think about what would happen if the other side actually entered the star sector.

So you plan to—

Romulus pointed to the Shark-Eating Monastery outside the window.

"Yes, the situation in the Ghoul Starfield is complicated, the Empire's power is weak, and the Man-Eating Shark can be trusted."

Arthur nodded.

To put it bluntly, the Great Vortex, Baal, Macragge, and the like are too important to cause trouble for others, so it's better to send them to the Ghoul Starfield.

At least the losses caused by the chaotic battle due to bad luck will be much smaller.

Conversely, if some people are carrying heavy burdens, it means that other regions are enjoying better times.

"That's true, it's only right to approve more. Let's also approve two more years' worth of production capacity for Mars. I'll give you a note later."

Romulus immediately expressed his sincere approval of Arthur's decision.

At first, he thought this matter would be difficult to handle, and that it might upset people if he talked about it. He even asked Karna to remove the enchantment. But he didn't expect that Arthur had already made arrangements.

"it is good."

Arthur nodded again, his face tense.

They went to great lengths to create an atmosphere of equality in front of the dark angels, in order to satisfy the vanity of these Astartes.

After saying that, Arthur turned around and prepared to go see the old warriors.

"Wait a moment!"

Arthur turned around in surprise.

"Please say."

Romulus looked at the report and was surprised to see a string of familiar names on it.

"What's up with this Azrael? And this Belial, and this Samuel—"

Could they all be the same person?!

He didn't speak, but pointed to the report, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Correct."

Arthur nodded.

"No, this."

Romulus looked at the report in his hand, which stated that the Dark Angels' inner circle was difficult to penetrate and that more resources were needed to support it.

Then I looked at the names of the Broken Wings brothers who were developed by Broken Steel Wings.

Azrael took over as Chapter Leader of the Dark Angels in the early stages of 900-M41.

Belial joined the Dark Angels around the same time as Azrael, and they were considered rivals.

Samuel, the future Grand Master of the Dark Angels Chapter Ravenwing, was the one who, in order to keep a secret, bombed the founding chapter White Scar with a stasis bomb.

Romulus's gaze shifted back and forth between Arthur and the documents several times.

Is this what you call penetration difficulty?

(End of this chapter)