This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 262 Space Wolf: Something's not right, ten or even nine parts wrong.

In the valley, Logan waited in front of a fissure bomb.

This veteran, who has served as the alpha wolf for over six hundred years, did not pace back and forth anxiously like other Space Wolf warriors, but the Mokai Blade, which he gripped tightly, silently betrayed his inner tension as time went by.

He held the detonation key in his other hand.

Only when he and the dark angel named Azrael simultaneously insert the key into the control panel can the detonation procedure of the Rift Bomb be officially activated.

Although it's unclear whether the other party has left a backdoor to bypass the key and detonate directly, since the Dark Angel has already handed the key to him...
Logan wanted to yell at the other person, "Stop with this ridiculous act," and then use his "good" reputation to argue and find out the truth for himself.

But reality told him he had to take on this hot potato.

The other party carefully sought his opinion, explained the necessity of each step in detail, and shared the decision-making power.

This made Logan think deeply.

If the Star God fragments are truly as dangerous as they claim, then this series of elaborate protective measures is indeed impeccable; even he couldn't find any fault with them.

Too polite.

Space Wolf hadn't encountered such a polite visitor in a very, very long time.

He leaned on the Mokai Axe, a legendary battleaxe he had seized from a Chaos Astartes that had slain countless enemies: Chaos demons, green-skinned orcs, Eldar aliens, Imperial Inquisitors, Grey Knights, and more.
Something seems amiss; has something been mixed in?

A hint of self-mockery flashed in Logan's eyes.

That's right, that's perfect.

In this crazy age, even the most absurd things seem reasonable.

As time went by, the boundaries of the Empire’s so-called “necessary evils” became increasingly blurred, the methods used by various departments to handle crises became more and more extreme, and mutual trust had long since plummeted to a freezing point with each conflict.

Meanwhile, the divide between Space Wolves and other imperial powers gradually deepened, and more and more people came to Fenris to cause trouble and fight, while the guests had disappeared without a trace.

Since the Moon of Shame incident, Space Wolf has never shown any kindness to outsiders, not even Dark Angels.

They are accustomed to speculating about the true purpose of each visitor with the deepest malice, because these guys come to cause trouble for them with that very purpose in mind.

That night, we saw the guests off with laughter, closed the banquet hall doors, and never opened them again.

"The Dawn Fleet has already evacuated all living forces from the surface of Midgardia. Currently, we are the only living forces left on the planet. If Your Highness and the others are unable to handle the Star God fragments, we will immediately evacuate via Lord Ramses' teleportation."

Azrael, who volunteered to interact with the space wolf, noticed the other's nervousness and continued in as calm a tone as possible:

"After that, the ship's guns will conduct railgun bombardment. If that fails, we will activate the fissure bombs to expel the debris into subspace. That is our plan."

"At the same time, the Dawn Sector will also be responsible for the post-disaster reconstruction work of Space Wolf."

As Azrael spoke, Logan's brow gradually relaxed.

"I don't know."

To avoid losing his composure, Logan had not chosen to speak first when facing this young dark angel.

He paused for a moment before asking Azrael.

"What is your purpose?"

Every action is driven by some purpose, whether material or spiritual.

Logan was puzzled by the Dawn Fleet's selfless attitude.

If they intended to use this favor to control Space Wolves, they wouldn't succeed.

Wolves will only pledge allegiance to one Primarch.

That's Ruth!
His gaze unconsciously shifted to the edge of the battlefield, where several Holy Blood Angels stood, anxiously watching the battle unfold.

Logan let out a barely audible hum from his nose.

It was nothing more than charity from the father.

He thought to himself with a sour feeling.

"Our goal is to rebuild mutual trust among the various military forces of the Empire, establish stable communication mechanisms, and popularize various technologies so that the Empire's combat system can develop in a more professional direction."

Azrael was among the first Astartes to know the Dawn Fleet's purpose for their mission.

It's not that he has a particularly keen political sense, or that he has awakened some kind of prophetic ability.

He went directly to His Highness to ask.

After receiving a concrete answer, Azrael immediately understood what he had to do, which is why he volunteered to deal with these outwardly warm but inwardly cold wolf cubs.

"The long-term implementation of the Astartes has created a rift even among brothers who share the same blood. Under limited conditions, we hope to establish an office in Fenris, prepare trade routes, and establish stable connections."

Then Azrael captured another psionic from their inner circle.

This person was also a new member who was tricked into joining.

Azrael's proposal to proactively reform the Dark Angels Chapter and align themselves with His Highness, rather than living in the shadow of the 30k Dark Angels, was very tempting and united many new members from the Chapter.

"As the leader of the Dark Angels, if Alpha Wolf has any questions, he can have the Rune Priest contact me through this psionic beacon."

He handed a psionic beacon made of soulstone to the alpha wolf.

This is the result of Ramses' research, which combined technology provided by the Eldar, and contains the souls of alien races.

Whenever a psionicist bound to these devices uses psionic energy, the soul within the device will take the place of the user's soul to withstand the waves of the warp, thus enabling the user to safely release psionic energy.

Destiny is yours, power is mine.

According to the Dark Angels' intelligence network, it is said that in the Kronos Expansion Zone of the Misty Starfield, there is a navigator family called Othello who uses minimal-risk psionic energy by binding their own souls to a soul stone that stores a large number of Eldar souls.

Of course, given the Empire's current moral standards, this technology has not been widely adopted and is only used under the strict supervision of the Dawnwings, with the Dark Eldar as its primary fuel.

The Eldar's souls are resilient and powerful, making them a perfect fit. Combined with the low cost of psionic communication, it can be used for a long time. "Please give us a little more trust, Alpha Wolf."

Recalling His Highness's words, Azrael couldn't help but say with pride.

"The Dark Angels were the first legion founded by the Emperor and serve as a template for all other legions. Under Your Highness's leadership, we will set an example and correct past mistakes."

'Alright, I know you have a Primarch, stop showing off.'

Before the old wolf could finish speaking, he suddenly looked up alertly.

The Blood Angels in the distance stirred, their crimson power armor gleaming like leaping flames in the lava.

From within the crimson furnace, four figures calmly emerged.

"Success?"

Logan asked in a rough voice.

"Yes."

Having received Arthur's order, Azrael nodded, took the key from Logan's hand, and began to deactivate the detonation program by rapidly moving his fingertips across the control panel.

Are you serious?

Logan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Forty millennia later, the space wolves are no longer the executioners of emperors. They have become willful and passionate, yet they still retain their innate wolfish nature and cunning.

The old wolf had been secretly observing every detail of the other party, trying to find the slightest clue—

It must be said that the other party really couldn't see any flaws in this regard.

Azrael suddenly couldn't help but smile slightly, which startled Logan, who had no idea why he was laughing.

It's fun to put people in an awkward situation, especially Space Wolf.

Azrael thought to himself.

I can somewhat understand Kai's mindset now.

The fleet above orbit had begun to retract its weapon arrays, but the transport ships carrying local residents were not in a hurry to land. They remained suspended in near-Earth orbit, like a flock of migratory birds waiting for a signal.

The invasion by the Thousand Sons has caused devastating damage to various facilities in Midgardia, and the repairs will undoubtedly be a lengthy task for Space Wolves.

Romulus then planned the reconstruction of Midgardia, intending to set aside a forging ship for Space Wolf to showcase his technology. However, considering his own 'ambitious' nature, he decided to have Arthur convey his message.

"Collect the team."

As soon as Arthur gave the order, the Dark Angels immediately began to retrieve the deployed equipment, their synchronized movements revealing the discipline honed over a long period of training.

The Knight King himself then came before Logan.

"I think you still have many questions, Alpha Wolf."

"Yes."

Logan's answer carried the caution characteristic of the Fenrisians.

He glanced at the sky from the corner of his eye every now and then; those hovering transport ships were indeed unsettling.

However, given their previous positive interactions, the old wolf suppressed the urge to question them.

"We fought alongside the brave warriors of the Space Wolves, and witnessed firsthand their triumph in the honorable duel against the Dark Angels, followed by a celebratory feast where we shared fine wine and reminisced about our heroic deeds."

Arthur did not explain immediately, but instead changed the subject.

"Now, we have rediscovered each other in a war and won together, yet we see no wine or food. Is this how the Space Wolves treat their guests?"

"Uh"

Logan and the wolves around him were suddenly in an awkward position.

Old Wolf's Adam's apple bobbed, but he couldn't utter a single word—

This is the first time in the hundreds of years that the wolves have been led by someone that has turned their most prized hospitality traditions against them.
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'This is amazing.'

Tarasin's mechanical fingers tapped lightly on the outer wall of the storage tank, producing a crisp metallic sound. Looking at the liquid living metal inside the tank, even though he had seen it once before, he still couldn't understand it.

He then recalled the Burner's assessment of these individuals.

What ancient saints, what star gods, what subspace entities?

Although the Wings of Dawn are a legitimate human faction, the style of their higher-ups is indeed somewhat pseudo-human.

Tarachin felt like the sky had fallen after he just thought about putting all these elements together and creating four 'I am human' things.

However, the result wasn't too bad.

Tarasin breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Karna and Arthur, who were focused on the reconstruction efforts and negotiating with the wolves, and Ramses, who had unknowingly protected the souls lost in the battle and sent them to their final resting place.

At least for now, these four people seem to possess a conscience and morality that are lacking in modern humans. He also maintains a good sense of boundaries in his daily life. He doesn't need to worry about any threat to himself while hanging out with these extraordinary people. At the same time, he can take the opportunity to carefully observe and study whether they are human or gods.

take it easy.

Tarachin felt that whether these people were human or not was no longer important.

Straightening his robes, the great sage of forging mingled into the crowd and began organizing the materials at hand.

He felt he had to be a human being.

　P.S.: There's more to come, but I need to go grab a bite to eat before I come back to continue writing. Don't wait!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)