This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 254 Everyone Has Their Own Challenges (5k)

761-M41, Casting World-Incaladion

The records of the several hundred years since the founding of Incarradion are fragmented.

However, the few remaining records indicate that this world was built under constant threats of invasion.

Given the planet's abundant rare mineral resources, coupled with an ideal biosphere for human survival, Incarardion should have been a perfect, habitable colony.

However, the stable subspace turbulence not only led the Mechanicus colonists to this planet, but also attracted other less popular voyages.

Everyone viewed the world of forging as a worthy target to be plundered.

Therefore, the mechanical teachings of Incaladion became a unique and highly militant faction.

During the Horus Rebellion, the Titan Order of Incaladion's 'Rage' legion and the Mordred Knights were severely punished for choosing to rebel.

But Caladion has persisted to this day.

The wave of alien invasion spurred a unique path of technological development, and massive defensive fortresses were rebuilt to protect the richest mineral layers and algae-rich oceans.

The hidden Forging Temple is embedded several kilometers below the Earth's crust. All the efforts and wars of this Forging world are dedicated to protecting Incaladion from the ongoing cycle of invasion and bloodshed, as well as its interests in the surrounding star sectors.

Snow was falling heavily outside the window, the temperature had already dropped below minus thirty degrees Celsius, and poisonous gas filled the air. Anyone who dared to stay outside for more than ten minutes risked losing their life.

The room was warm and cozy, with a state-of-the-art heating system that allowed the dignitaries in the banquet hall to wear both luxurious and light clothing.

Beneath the enormous blue gear, a forging sage sat quietly, looking silent. He was draped in a dark robe and watched the lavish ball of the noble and knightly families with a furrowed brow.

Those dancing men and women, those knights whispering and drinking, became very displeasing to him.

He then looked out the window, as if he could see the rejected orders in the world of forging today, and the suppressed anger of those sages beneath the icy sea.

“Great Sage Narendra, these are your allies. I think you should get involved and understand their needs.”

Just as the great sage was growing impatient, a mechanical sage clad in a crimson holy robe of Mars quietly approached his side.

He leaned on a long staff, his holy robes were embroidered with a large number of chemical symbols and genetic patterns, and there was a lot of flesh and blood on the exposed parts of his body, which showed that he was a biological sage.

“Viter, I have no interest in this. Tomorrow, the sages from various casting cities will surely come to me, complaining that their profits have plummeted to record lows, and the council will impeach me. My research progress will become even more distant.”

Narendra, the great sage of forging in Carradion, gripped his axe blade, which gleamed with an unknown light, but lowered his voice.

"Look at them. The Forgeworld has poured countless resources into them and rebuilt the Titan Order. Yet, while I was struggling with the development of the Forgeworld, not a single person discussed how to solve the problem. Instead, they held a ball for nine whole days."

“Those angry sages will only think that I can no longer lead the world of forging forward, that I am a useless piece of trash, and that they should atone for their sins because of these worthless things.”

The Mechanicus is one of the few organizations that can keep up with the efficiency of the Dawn Sector.

This is precisely why the various problems they face are exposed more quickly and directly.

"They don't know your difficulties. Making mistakes is not a big deal, but being unable to do anything is much more infuriating."

Witt nodded in agreement, then said meaningfully, "The Primarchs have integrated too well with the Empire. They haven't challenged power itself; instead, they've used power to their advantage."

This directly resulted in the Cult of Mechanics being unable to gain support from various forces by protecting its own rights, and it could only resort to underhanded tactics.

If they dare to engage in direct conflict without any reason today, sending the Titan Legion and the Knight Families, then the Primarch can cut off their heads tonight.

The Mechanicus is ultimately just the Mechanicus, a disorganized group parasitizing the Empire, not a complete political entity.

Moreover, given that Caladion was guilty of the original sin of a great rebellion, he was considered one of the most isolated members of the Mechanicus camp, making it difficult for him to form an encirclement against the Primarch.

However, the increasing overcapacity and weakening trade routes made it increasingly difficult for Narendra to maintain its position.

"Witt, just say what you have to say."

"Since the Primarch prefers to act according to the rules, we will follow the methods within the rules."

Witt said slowly and deliberately, "As a biological sage, I discovered many interesting things while examining genetic seeds on Mars, one of which—"

He presented a symbol, which was purple with a gold face, and the symbol was a Holy Grail.

Narendra looked closely.

The Soul Drinker.

The second newly formed army group, the Imperial Fist Group, but it actually felt somewhat out of place within the Imperial Fist community.

“I will only say that there is something wrong with their genes, but they are currently loyal, and I can subtly guide them to the opposite side of the Empire.”

Witt hinted.

"Trust in the Primarch's authority is not enough to protect a rogue warband."

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Narendra stared silently at Witt, his face, covered by an iron mask, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Mars is not unresponsive to pressure from the Primarch.

What they needed was not simply to challenge the Primarch's authority or embarrass him, but to unite most of the forces that were already dissatisfied with the Primarch through a conflict in which the Primarch was in the wrong.

"up to you."

Narendra began.

He can agree.

"That would be perfect."

Witt bowed slightly, knowing that most people would just have to wait for his plan to succeed and be patient until then.

Until they use underhanded tactics to provoke another war.

"Then I'll take my leave first."

"No delivery."

Narendra watched the departing figure with indifference before casually melting the Soul Drinker's emblem.

You idiot, you have no idea what the Primarch represents.

The great sage immediately revealed his true form, staring at his axe blade and the dim iron light above.

He had been digging through the ruins of ancient fortresses, trying to find a way to make Incaladion great again from the wisdom of his ancestors, but to no avail.

But then, as his excavation went deeper, an altar, an iron altar that had stood beneath the deep sea of ​​Incaladion since the Great Crusade, caught Narendra's attention.

It recounts a little-known period of history.

In the beginning, the existence that conquered Incaladion was the true master of Incaladion.

Lord of Steel!

That is the god of machines, the true master of machines.

In an instant, the warship's structure was analyzed, its steel veins twisted, and ancient technology restored.

A casual suggestion dispelled the confusion that had plagued him for a century.

Suppressing his excitement, he entrusted his request and the movements of the Primarchs to the Lord of Steel.

The Lord of Iron was also happy to participate.

Narendra only needs to wait, to wait for that expedition to bring about the end of the Primarchs.

“Go, Cardia.”

He addressed the members of the Titan Order and the Knightly Families.

“You all need to go to Cardia.”

Only the Primarch can defeat the Primarch!
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"Haha, Lord Arthur, it's been a long time!"

On the edge of the Dawn Galaxy, aboard the Silent Oath, the Space Wolf Guard Alm Iron Oath grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, and pounded his chest heavily at Arthur.

It's much taller than it was ten years ago.

After the Dawn Expedition ended, the Space Wolves squad that had accompanied them for the second half of the expedition answered the call of their alpha wolf, Logan, and began the Great Hunt.

They reintegrated into the Space Wolves to attack Chaos forces that might find clues to the Wolf King Lemanrus, while also bringing back the mk10 production line and the Primitive Space Marine surgery for the Chapter.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Arthur accepted the courtesy without hesitation, and then asked a question.

"What is the purpose of Space Wolf's trip?"

"Please don't say it's something that requires the fleet's assistance."

Ramses couldn't help but joke.

He quite liked the wolf cubs; they were fun to tease, and the cubs didn't hold grudges.

Unlike Dark Angels, they are typical sore losers.

"We can be that too."

Alm laughed heartily, not feeling ashamed at all.

He had observed them when they met; the Dawn Fleet had brought far more logistics ships than a regular fleet, so it didn't seem like they were simply going to fight.

He also quite liked Lord Ramses, who was completely different from the stereotypical image of the Thousand Sons. In particular, the Storm Prophet and the Rune Priest, who were educated by him, both had a very good opinion of Ramses.

"Then we can provide support as well."

Arthur nodded seriously.

A 40k wolf pack is trustworthy; both the internal atmosphere and the leader are much more reliable than a 30k pack.

"Thank you for your generosity, Lord Arthur!"

Alm immediately returned the greeting, his casual expression vanishing, and began to explain the reason for his visit. "I have come to extend an invitation to the Primarchs, an invitation delivered by our Alpha Wolf to the adults of the Dawnwing."

"Now?"

Arthur asked.

"Anytime is fine, but of course, the sooner the better."

Alm began, “Our Wolf Blade squad that went to Terra has gathered some sensitive information about you gentlemen, but only the alpha wolf knows the specifics.”

"Please forgive our rudeness. Every great hunt means that while the enemy of the emperor is destroyed, the wolf pack also needs to lick its wounds."

To be fair, the Wolf Pack members are impeccably polite when it comes to the proper manners.

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Arthur and Ramses exchanged a glance.

"Someone is planning to cause us trouble."

Ramses replied immediately.

Arthur nodded.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Ramses shrugged; some demons were carrying the burden for him.

"We will have an internal discussion. Thank you for your reminder."

Arthur then spoke to Alm, meeting the Primarch's eager gaze after his response.

Just like a husky, it changes every time it's in the air.

Shaking his head helplessly, he continued:

"The Dark Angels will prepare a banquet for you. Your seats from last time will still be reserved for you. However, if you want drinks, you will need to get them yourself."

"Yes, my lord."

Alm replied immediately, then beat his chest and took his leave.

He retreated ten steps away, immediately stood up, and roared at the wolf cubs behind him.

"Did you hear that? Our cousins ​​are going to witness whether we are qualified to drink alcohol."

"Oh!"

"Will Ruth's offspring be afraid!"

"oh oh!"

"For Ruth, for All-Father!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The swarm of wolves immediately surged into the silent corridor of the Silent Oath.

What's that noise?

Azrael, who had just been discussing the Warband promotion path with Samuel and had been working intensely to reconcile the organization, looked puzzled.

In his vision of the Broken Steel Wings, the Dark Angels shouldn't have caused such a disturbance.

This is embarrassing His Highness!

He then gestured to Beria and Samuel to open the door.

call--

Belial opened the door, and a sonic boom echoed from within.

bump!
Beria nimbly dodged, and a fist the size of a clay pot was welded into Samuel's face.

"Haha, a barrel of genuine Fenris mead!"

A Bloodclaw named Ragnar Blackmane lifted the unconscious Samuel, ignoring Belial who had already drawn his sword, and ran towards the tavern while Azrael, who had just received the message to teach the wolf cubs a lesson, was still in a daze and his eyes were twitching.

For once, the Silent Oath was no longer silent.
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"Lord Romulus, Fleet Three has been dispatched to the Gothic Sector."

Captain Aurora of the Dawn handed Romulus a box containing stored information and whispered a report:

"They will resupply at the border and then head straight to Abyss Harbor. We have reached an agreement with the Gothic Sector to send technicians and members for training, and there will be people from the office to help."

The Gothic Sector, as one of the few sectors with its own domestically developed battleships, is considered the face of the Imperial Navy in the Misty Starfield.

Exchanges are essential, not only with the Gothic Fleet, but also with many naval fleets along the route in the Dawn Sector, which have signed agreements to send naval officers to these fleets for training.

They may not be as advanced or excellent as the Dawn Fleet, but their accumulated experience of tens of thousands of years is worth taking the essence and discarding the dross.

The Gothic Sector is even more unique. Abyss Harbor itself is an unfinished global city from the Dark Ages of technology, with a production capacity comparable to that of a typical forging planet. As a result, the local shipbuilding industry is extremely developed, and it even has a unique type of naval fleet.

Currently, the Dawn Sector is still facing a severe shortage of personnel. The technicians dispatched are mainly to accumulate technical expertise in assembling ship components such as the Light Spear, in order to build experience for the subsequent construction of the Apocalypse-class battleships.

"How much time is needed?"

"It will take about fifteen years, and the training time also depends on whether the other party is cooperative."

Romulus calculated that they would most likely not be able to return until after the war.

He silently thanked himself for his hard work and looked out the window again.

Once Romulus calmed down, he began to organize his thoughts. Apart from the pre-set projects, his mind was filled with Arthur and Ramses's report.

Sure enough, every trip was accompanied by trouble, but luckily there were many of them, so the whole family didn't have to go.

Fenris's invitation, the people to be wary of along the way, the potential threats, and finally, the few lines of prophecy from Ramses on the last page that made Romulus's pupils turn slightly solemn.

"The Cult of Mechanics and Chaos? And a god known as the Machine God? Vashtor?"

I heard that junior student Wa was really messed up by Ramses, so it's quite possible that he might come looking for trouble.

As for Fenris, it's better to get the Burner Shard ahead of time, to avoid any unforeseen complications.

The flames leaped and turned the booklet to ashes.

There are so many things to do. Whenever I try to take a substantial step forward, countless obstacles come my way.

Romulus rose and gazed at the Milky Way. On the other side of the Milky Way lay a new challenge: the eye of Slaanesh, born from chaos, stood there, serving as the largest conduit for chaos to invade reality.

This also marks the beginning of all the changes that will occur two hundred years later.

Come on.

Romulus looked at the unknown distance, as if he were seeing a vast area waiting to be explored, and a confident smile appeared on his face.

The internal arrangements are well-organized, any unexpected factors have been dealt with, and the most likely problems have been properly handled. If an accident occurs, the fleet can return directly, and it is impossible for an entire star sector to be swept away.

Because this is a country.

The excitement in my heart burned like a flame.

When the four-person team first set foot in the galaxy, even their subordinates had to be distracted. Now, they have tens of thousands of elite troops and an entire nation as their backing.

"It took us twenty years to gain a foothold in the extreme star field. What enemies will we encounter in this hazy star field? What mysteries will we unravel? How much time will it take?"

Romulus crossed his arms at his waist, gazing down at the vast Milky Way.

"I am looking forward."
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At the same time, on the edge of the Ghoul Starfield.

Inside the dimly lit bridge, a flickering tactical hologram cast a faint blue glow on the metal floor, while outside the distant observation window, a distorted nebula writhed slowly like the wound of some behemoth.

This is the Ghoul Starfield, a region rarely visited by humans, where even the existence of its stars is bizarre.

"Lord Tiberos."

Kahulangi looked at Tiberos, who was now dressed in a custom-made Terminator armor, with a pained expression.

Made entirely of gleaming gold, the Achilles Terminator power armor, whose performance surpasses that of the Imperial Guard, combined with Tiberius's four-meter-tall body, makes it hard to imagine any creature capable of defeating him.

It wasn't just Tiberius; almost all the sharks received customized weapons and equipment, and even the fleets underwent meticulous maintenance at the ports of the Dawn Sector, with almost all of them being fitted with the most stable and reliable components.

The warship's internal production lines have also undergone detailed maintenance, enabling the production of a range of personal equipment for Astartes operations, all of which have undergone α+ level reliability testing.

This setup is enough to make any battle group drool.

But the sharks couldn't be happy at all.

because--

"This is the Weeping Ones, and I am Chapter Master Malakin Forros."

A clear message was transmitted through the star communication.

"Our warp journey has encountered an unexpected situation, landing in region 81-aq/ct-99. We are currently under siege by worm-like aliens. The enemy forces are overwhelming; preliminary estimates indicate they have occupied twenty star systems, and their invasion route will affect 32 border worlds of the Empire."

"The weeping crowd requests assistance!"

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The high-ranking members of the Shark Eater Squad remained silent.

You've only just arrived!
"Oh, Haokan."

In a quiet little house, a certain green-haired sage contentedly put away his records.

(End of this chapter)