This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 253 Someone needs to transcend instinct and do something 'foolish'.

This is a memorable day, one that the entire Dawn Sector and the entire Dawn Star should remember.

Dressed in gold and azure, Romulus tossed aside the documents and strode forward with high spirits, leading his companions directly along the welcoming avenue that had been prepared in advance.

Upon seeing this, De la Cruz, who had been waiting for orders outside, immediately ordered the Invincible Guards to follow.

As the Primarchs moved forward, behind them, besides the guards, were representatives of various warbands and mortal legions.

As the stars began to emerge from the edge of the Dawn Star Ring, and the sunlight slanted across the Imperial Starport, cheers erupted in unison.

Romulus's lips curled slightly into a restrained smile as his gaze slowly swept over the resolute faces of the warriors before turning to the countless eager imperial citizens in the distance.

Those who endured hardships and set off from their gloomy birthplace, just to pay homage to the original form.

He could see the tears glistening in their eyes and hear their suppressed sobs.

For years, they have struggled to survive. At this time of year, they are mostly on their way to earn food, shivering in the cold cabins that are separated from outer space by only one wall. The precious alcohol can only be used to confuse their nerves and warm themselves up, and they can only manage to lick it occasionally.

But now it's different.

They have waited too long for this moment, millennia of waiting, countless generations of desperate struggle.

They were all waiting for hope to arrive.

The Primarch is their hope!
The rising star cast long shadows of the Primarchs, stretching all the way to the feet of the cheering crowd.

Magnificent war machines stand like ancient giants around the military plaza or on both sides of the colonnaded avenue leading to the starport.

Nearly 20,000 Space Marines gathered here, their ranks imposing and their presence awe-inspiring.

The orderly square formation of the mortal auxiliary army stretched to the horizon, and they wore newly designed uniforms.

One unit is quite unique, with its members all equipped with mechanical prosthetics to varying degrees, and their ranks ranging from general to private.

The disabled contingent.

This demonstrates the strength of the social system.

Soldiers are respected because of their special status, not just their profession; combat wounds and sacrifices are honorable and reflect the pride of soldiers; their excellent physical and mental condition, and the prosthetics they wear, represent that the treatment of disabled veterans is being implemented effectively.

Therefore, displaying it openly and generously not only demonstrates the high level of organization within the military system, but also represents the entire Dawn Star Region government.

Almost instantly, compared to the awe and worship they felt when looking at the divine machines and imperial angels, the mortal formations evoked longing in the eyes of the imperial citizens who had come on pilgrimage.

In the crowd, a child born in the Star Harbor stood on tiptoe, his little hands gripping the metal mesh of the fence tightly.

This is more like a military parade than an operation to build trade routes.

It's a military parade!
The mortal auxiliary army, the battle nuns of the Holy Rose and the Blood Rose, a large number of Free Blade Knights who came from afar, and nearly ten thousand Astartes under the command of the Wings of Dawn.

This includes several companies of the Black Templars, Crimson Fist, and Executioners.

They will all set off for new destinations under the leadership of the Dawn Fleet once again.

These three Dornish squadrons were all recruited by the Elders of Resurrection, and it was at the request of these elders that they went to Cadia.

After the Dawn Expedition ended, the various chapters returned to their respective domains, but none of the first chapter masters, including Pharax and Lann, chose to regain control of their chapters. Instead, they operated within their chapters in a manner similar to that of fearless elders.

The current galaxy is in a cooldown period after the end of the Zergling War. There are constant minor troubles but no major ones, and the intensity is something that Astartes can easily handle.

The reason for this trip to Cadia is that these chapters have established honor monasteries in Cadia, and the old men who were resurrected through the lightning-forging ritual are bored and plan to wait there to see if there are any grudges between 'old friends' that can be settled.

After all, during the Dawn Expedition, the familiar faces among those steel warriors were something they missed dearly.

Anyway, the elder had a sudden thought that it didn't matter whether the battle group had them or not, so he might as well find a good place to fight. This caused chaos within each battle group, and as a result, about half of the battle group came over.

Of course, this also involves some degree of response to the Primarch's actions.

After all, the Primarchs' concern for each Chapter was genuine.

Ten years later, Romulus finally boarded the Dawn again.

Outside the porthole, the entire fleet was unfolding a magnificent array.

Over the past decade, although the Starport has remained busy producing Charter Fleets to supply various parts of the sector and fill gaps in the system's logistics, the number of ships in the combat fleet has still changed thanks to efficient resource mobilization and the support of the Great Sage Caul's falsified accounts.

Multiple long-range anti-piracy fleets, consisting of three Overlord-class battlecruisers and ten Dictator-class cruisers, have joined the sector's combat forces.

These fleets differ greatly in size and composition due to the functions they perform.

Even so, the smallest fleet has more than ten fine warships and twice that number of logistics supply ships. These warships will assist the sector government in deploying technical personnel and forging ships on various node planets and ensuring their safety in the future.

Romulus was well aware that endlessly expanding the size of a single fleet was impractical and a waste of resources.

What is the point of gathering such a massive military force to traverse the unpredictable subspace, just to launch an attack on a new galaxy with absurdly excessive destruction?
Even if the assembled imperial army does not only fight in this way, while they are completely crushing one enemy at this moment, they will undoubtedly be unable to respond to other threats.

Such a clumsy and foolish risk was not to be taken, so Romulus ordered the fleets to be further divided into several battle groups, which would be stationed on the three planned node planets as the route progressed. At this very moment, several other disbanded fleets, supported by Astartes forces, were patrolling the sector alongside the Imperial Navy, safeguarding the various shipping lanes.

"so good."

Karna didn't look at the magnificent fleet; instead, he gazed down at the overflowing crowds. Having spent so much time navigating through such throngs, he often had to admit—

It was this kind of scene that could best ignite his fighting spirit.

A thousand planets were transformed by their arrival, and countless worlds were revitalized as a result.

"This road has only just begun. We must ensure that our flag will always fly high under the Dawn Star. There are some things that must be done."

Romulus was still not satisfied and gazed at the starry sky.

A thousand galaxies are not even a fraction of the Milky Way.

He seemed to see Colonel Kadia Kwok, the priests of the Black Temple, and countless other dead people watching over the place.

Everyone dies, but the dead enable more people to live and live better lives. Perhaps that is the meaning of war.

Romulus looked out the window and saw countless people still eager for more, many choosing new paths for themselves, heading towards areas they had never set foot in before.

That place was originally open to them.

They don't have to worry about food, clothing, shelter, or transportation, so they are looking for ways to better interpret their own life values.

He glanced down at the land rushing past, and saw the shipyard under construction around the fragments of the satellite that had been shattered years ago; his gaze gradually darkened.

Twenty years later, he finally set off again. He came alone with only three familiar companions by his side, but left as a hero with countless followers.

From the moment we left that safe house until the end of the Dawn Expedition, there was no day without battle.

At first, he only wanted to lead the Holy Rose and Kadia, who had also fallen into distress, to a place to rest, and then use his status as a Space Marine to develop a homeworld.

Unbeknownst to him, he went from being an 'elder' to a 'prime,' and now he rules an entire star sector, with every decision he makes determining the deaths of billions.

Countless people admire him, and countless people want to kill him.

Everything faded away with the 'buzzing' vibrations of the engine starting up.

The Dawn will not stop its journey. The Dawn never puts its past honors in its eyes, just like this ever-expanding land, there are too many places that need it to explore and govern.

"My friends, are you still willing to walk this road with me to the end?"

Romulus extended his hand.

"If our blood can usher in a new era, I will keep going."

Karna said, pressing down the golden-red gauntlet firmly on Romulus's hand.

"It seems that the meaning of your battle has been elevated."

Arthur gently stroked the hilt of his sword, his lake-green eyes reflecting the last rays of the sunset at the edge of the Milky Way, and then reached out.

"You're better than me."

Karna glanced at Arthur.

Anyone who suffers a blow beyond reality will feel pain, fear, or reveal vulnerabilities, fall into confusion, or adjust their emotions with an optimistic attitude.

But Arthur wouldn't.

His upright figure seemed to pierce the deepening night, never blending into anything, but instead forcefully changing its surroundings.

Arthur, however, didn't think he was that great. He just wanted to do something, so he did it, and since he did it, he wanted to do his best.

Just like before.

Images from his memory flashed through his mind, making his eyes appear deep and thoughtful.

He didn't need any meaning in the fight; he simply wanted to remain in the past, making him, in some ways, much more willful than others.

I saw some friends making 'childish' departure declarations again.

Ramses, who hadn't said anything until now, silently placed his hand on it.

Laziness is his instinct; if it were him, he would prefer to stay in a comfortable area rather than worry about things that only bring trouble.

But the world still needs idealists.

Someone needs to go beyond their instincts and do something 'foolish'.

　P.S.: More to come.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)