This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 248 They're really busy (4.4k)

Arthur's duties as Warmaster have indeed been quite leisurely over the past ten years.

He didn't need to get involved in national governance; he only needed to focus on core responsibilities such as commanding the national armed forces and formulating military strategies, and then ask Romulus for money.

The rest of the time, he handled three key tasks methodically:
To gather the remaining 30 Dark Angels scattered across the galaxy, to purge the traitors who have sided with Chaos, and to regularly review the progress reports of the Steelwing research project.

He completed all these tasks flawlessly.

The Dark Angels have now regrouped to number eight thousand, and countless Chaos Warbands have been wiped out in the process.

The recruits of the Dawnwing are a secret. What is certain is that the Loyal Heir Academy, which currently focuses on educating those qualified to serve in Astartes, is now primarily supplying talent to various ship-based battle groups such as the Manhunter.

God knows how many units will be generated if we unleash a full-scale attack on Dawnbreaker.

Research on the Tau Empire's undercurrent module wormhole is progressing steadily in a joint laboratory comprised of Kaul, Steelwing, and the Human Federation, which possesses sufficient development capabilities. It is expected that physical testing will be conducted by 900.M41.

Then comes the most important thing—

They carefully guarded the inner ring of the Dark Angels Chapter, trying to prevent it from exploding.

"report."

Romulus muttered the word, then unconsciously raised his hand to his forehead.

It sounds absurd, but it also seems quite reasonable.

Ezekiel's downfall was caused by a single, inexplicable trial that led to the death of the person he was confessing to.

Now I understand to some extent why the Dark Angels Chapter has become so obsessed.

No one can afford the consequences of a secret being exposed.

Nobody.

No one can question Ezekiel's loyalty to the emperor.

But in the eyes of his brothers, who wore dark green battle robes, his actions were more shameful than the most despicable betrayal!
He dared to secretly contact the fallen angels behind everyone in the inner circle's back!
What's even more unforgivable is that he refused to disclose any of the conversation content!

What, you forgot?

How could you forget?

Asmodée, make him repent!
Ezekiel was in such a state after being messed with by Ramses in Impeck. If it weren't for his importance as the Keeper of the Stone Fortress, he would have been killed on the spot.

It's too awful.

Romulus smiled coldly and shook his head with a sigh.

Of course, there was not a trace of sympathy in this sentiment.

The dark angels themselves have to swallow the bitter wine they brewed.

Deserve it.

However, he clearly needs to focus on another issue.

"What if the Khalib explodes?"

As the time travelers all know, when Luther and Ryan were fighting each other, neither of them actually deployed planet-destroying level forces.

So why did Caliban blow it up?

This requires explanation from the Dark Angels of the 40k era.

If the time travelers do not interfere, then in 932.M41, Azrael will participate as the acting chaptermaster in the operation to rescue the former High Master Naberius from the rebellious Eighth Legion - the Midnight Lords.

Shortly after deciding to use his administrator privileges to take control of Naberius's power armor and force its self-destruction, tearfully sending his old leader, the chapter banner, and the traitorous guard to their deaths, he officially assumed the role of Chapter Master—

Azrael will experience a time-travel event while pursuing a combined force of 'Fallen Angels' and the Death Guard 'Typhons'.

In this incident, Azrael, guided by Ezekiel, unleashed the entire Dark Angels fleet's firepower towards the rift, directly causing the explosion of Caliban.

The result was an unintentional paradox: the one who destroyed Caliban and caused the fallen angels to scatter to various timelines was himself.

Of course, this does not mean that Azrael's bombing of the Caliban was wrong in itself.

At that time, Caliban possessed three great artifacts: the 'Ouroboros' native to Caliban, the 'Tuchucha Engine' brought by the Lion King's fleet, and the 'Heart of Plague' brought by the Typhon Plague Fleet.

Once these three artifacts are combined, they can recreate the era in which the ancient saints lived, and the tunnel boring machines they used to excavate the network in the warp.

However, both the Ouroboros and the Heart of Plague have been completely corrupted by Chaos, so it's hard to say what would be born if the three were to merge.

So, strictly speaking, Azrael's actions of defeating Caliban and closing the spacetime rift were not problematic. On the contrary, they solved a major problem for all beings in the universe, and even the robed minions who guarded Caliban's lion king were happy to see it happen.

However, the handling of subsequent issues went completely awry.

The fallen angels should be caught, and this secret must not be revealed to anyone.

Azrael didn't think the Dark Angels had done anything wrong; they were upholding the honor of the Chapter.

It’s also absolutely amazing.

The Dark Angel's obsession lies in prioritizing the honor of the warband above everything else. To cover up his little secret and prove his continued loyalty, he goes from leaving the battlefield without cause to betraying his allies.

Loyalty for the sake of loyalty seems less like loyalty at all.

"Why are we so determined to prevent the three divine artifacts from combining?"

Arthur countered with a question that echoed in the empty strategy room.

"Aren't we capable of taking control of it?"

Just as China doesn't only sign iron ore orders with Australia.

The transmigrators would not place their future solely on the wormholes of the Undercurrent Module, the Tombstone Gate of the Necromancers, or the Eldar network map.

We can keep pace with each other; it's not like we don't have the conditions.

The Milky Way is so vast, try many things.

It's all rotten anyway, isn't it?

That's certainly true.

Romulus walked toward the observation window, gazed at the vast starry sky outside, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips, and nodded.

They don't need to shrink back in the face of changing history; that's not their nature.

Otherwise, they should just go to Kos, the planet that has been peacefully holding out since the Luojia attack, and wait until the Regent wakes up and he gets to Macurag to watch others lift weights.

Instead of being afraid because the future is becoming increasingly uncertain, it's better to take advantage of the current window of opportunity to develop quickly.

If they can actually lead 100,000 Astartes to the time travel event and seize the corrupted artifacts, then the Four Gods will be the ones with real trouble.

Let's not even talk about whether they had mastered the power of the Three Sacred Treasures by then.

Tell me, can Old Huang use it or not?
It doesn't make sense that if Vashtor can use the three artifacts, then Huang Laohan, who is at the highest level of the subspace ecosystem, cannot.

Although Old Man Huang of 40k is capricious and frequently switches personalities, sometimes dignified and sometimes crazy, he randomly chooses to call the thirteenth brother "son," "tool," "traitor," or "subspace defense" for others.

But the time travelers included Arthur.

Ramses never exploited the normal personalities that had been filtered out from Huang Laohan, because he hoped that this divine person could be relied upon in crucial moments.

"If necessary, I'll take the blame."

Arthur replied, his voice as calm as if he were discussing tomorrow's weather.

Even if they don't succeed in the end, they still have a final option.

At worst, he can come and blow up Caliban.

"Anyway, it's not the first time. I'll set the strategy, and I'll personally handle any problems that arise."

Romulus met his childhood friend's gaze and saw an unwavering determination in the other's azure eyes.

You're serious.

You're really brave to carry that burden.

Then I looked at the dark angels in the distance.

They say they don't care and that you shouldn't worry, but they still keep their attention on them to some extent.

Yes, working under a leader like that, it's hard not to have an easy job.

Romulus glanced at the report in his field of vision with his eyes closed and suddenly burst out laughing.

If you don't become the war commander, who will?

"You are this."

He quickly gave a thumbs up.

"You are."

Arthur retaliated. Without Romulus, he wouldn't have been able to utilize so many resources.

"By the way, the infiltration team does need material support. The expenses for other souls need to be approved in large quantities, otherwise it will be very difficult to pass the internal review."

"No, you've already overthrown Ezekiel, why are you still thinking about this?"

"Ezekiel was merely going with the flow; in fact, we did not actively interfere in the affairs of the Dark Angels' inner circle."

Arthur began to explain.

"The inner circle members all have psychological issues, but they are matched by their formidable combat skills and keen investigative abilities."

If it were really some rotten fish or shrimp, he wouldn't be so cautious.

This is a group of psychopaths who can put their crazy ideas into reality!
"Na Azrael"

"They are all still new recruits."

Arthur spoke:

"Our current main infiltration targets are interrogation priests in various battle groups, as well as positions in the inner circle think tank."

"Because the Devotion Chapter, which is the main damage dealer of the Inquisitor Priests, was dealt with violently by us, the progress of developing the Broken Wing Brothers among the new recruits is not bad, but we are still at a disadvantage in terms of the number of inner ring members."

"Is that so?"

Romulus stroked his chin, his brow furrowing slightly as he pondered.

After a moment, he nodded decisively.
"Alright, report any losses incurred in military expansion and infiltration operations. Anyway, our current production capacity can handle it. If we need a lot of computing power, we can borrow AI. The two large computers in the Pioneer system are enough."

"it is good."

Arthur was waiting for Romulus to say that; he would handle the rest.

Then he announced his intention to leave.

"Then I'll be going now. I still need to chat with them one by one while I have some free time."

At this point, Arthur couldn't help but sigh softly and complain in a low voice.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm the director of a mental hospital."

"Haha, who isn't? Look at me."

Romulus smiled wryly and pointed to his brain, the memos inside of which would baffle even the most advanced AI.

"After that, I still need to handle a series of handover matters regarding the fleet's departure. There are also a series of procedures on the technical side, and various affairs need to be established. The development plans for each star system need to be reviewed again. The preservers need to make contingency plans for personnel over the next twenty years. Then I also need to check whether all kinds of emergency measures are ready."

Romulus pondered for a moment and then began to calculate.

As he listed them one by one, Arthur leaned back slightly, his blue eyes becoming vacant.

My God, this is our weightlifting champion!

If you don't become regent, who will?

"What about Karna? Isn't he going to help?"

Arthur finally couldn't help but interrupt, his voice filled with obvious confusion.

Why do I always get the feeling that some people are living a life of peace and tranquility?
"Ah!"

Karna suddenly sneezed, causing tiny ripples to appear in the teacup in front of him.

Filtered sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on his golden-red power armor.

He was sitting on an iron chair in an open-air pastry shop on the edge of Star Harbor, savoring the delicacies made by the Palico.

To be fair, these genetically programmed creations are not only stable, but they also apply the recorded knowledge with unparalleled skill.

Unfortunately, it lacks any innovative ability and, strictly speaking, is more like a biological machine that operates according to a preset program.

However, it will take time to verify before it can be gradually promoted.

"grown ups?"

Opposite Karna, Forros, the leader of the Weeping Chapter who had been dragged along to eat with him, couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Will the Primarch still exhibit these mortal reactions?
Karna did not answer immediately.

He rubbed his nose and, without any attempt to conceal it, unleashed his warp projection. Pale golden psionic ripples spread out from him, carefully scanning every Palico chef around him to confirm whether they had changed under the influence of the warp.

"fine."

He withdrew his psionic energy, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

Having dealt with the subspace for a long time, I've become quite accustomed to these sudden premonitions.

Karna noted the time down in his mind, planning to go back and check the accounts with his companions to see which guy was talking about him behind his back.

'Chew~chew'

The silver fork made a crisp clinking sound against the porcelain plate.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, Karna put the last piece of pastry decorated with blueberries into his mouth.

When he put down his cutlery, he noticed that the dessert in front of Forros had hardly been touched.

Karna suddenly reached out and pushed Foros's plate to the opposite side.

"You should try it."

"."

Frost's Adam's apple bobbed.

Under the expectant gaze of his Primarch, and amidst the envious stares of those around him who seemed ready to devour him whole, he slowly picked up a strawberry pastry.

The cream trembled slightly at his fingertips, just like his complex emotions at that moment—

I feel honored by this honor, but also helpless about becoming the focus of attention.
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"He's only good at being an idol, and occasionally does grassroots research. That's all the brains he's good for."

As it turns out, the Primarchs' brains only broadened the breadth of their thinking, not its depth.

If you ask Karna to look at proven theories, he can understand them; but if you ask him to do research and development, he'll be completely clueless. The same principle applies to other areas as well.

At this point, Romulus even pulled up a surveillance video.

In the holographic projection, the image of Karna clumsily operating scientific instruments was frozen there, his furrowed brows expression particularly vivid.

Oh, Ramses posted this in a group chat two years ago.

"Too."

Arthur nodded in agreement, and then asked.

"Then, shall we begin?"

The two, who had only recently gotten together, were about to get busy again.

"Okay, let's get started."

After saying that, Romulus suddenly shoved a small, blue-glowing hypercube maze into Arthur's hands.

The little gadget for storing paper documents was slightly warm in his palm, indicating that its internal space was almost completely filled.

They use the necromancy technology privately, but it has not been promoted to important armed forces and research groups.

"Please also send this document to the audit bureau for review. Since you're going there anyway, I won't go."

Although these accounts involve a large amount of calculation, they still need to be manually verified before they can be officially archived.

After saying that, he hurriedly walked away, taking bigger steps than anyone else.

The only sound echoing in the silent corridor was Romulus's footsteps.

"He's really busy."

Ramses had somehow found himself leaning against a relief pillar at the corner, toying with an ancient imperial coin in his hand, and sighing.

"After all, we're counting on him."

Arthur glared at Ramses.

As he stuffed the Hypercube Maze into the storage box at his waist, he said:
"Remember to check these Dark Angels, and fix their disguises too. Also, make sure to go through all the psionic links with the Pentagram Order. I need to go talk to them first."

After saying that, the Black Knight quickly left, disappearing in the blink of an eye into the elevator at the end of the corridor.
Ramses tossed the coin high into the air, watching it trace a silvery arc through the sky.

The coin made a crisp metallic clanging sound as it fell back into the palm of the hand, which was particularly clear in the empty corridor.

He sighed again.

"They're really busy."

(End of this chapter)