This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 271 Gentlemen, please come to the Emperor's Banner for a discussion.

The sound came as a complete surprise in the grand corridor.

People on the battlefield instinctively looked up and saw a giant standing at the top of the ranks, carrying a corpse in one hand and clutching a head in the other.

The armor on the corpse was very recognizable; it was the kind of guard that only high-ranking nobles were entitled to. The head looked even more familiar, with a third eye embedded in its forehead still oozing black blood.

'My creation, forged by incorporating nine demons, is dead just like that?'

The viscount's pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints, and the newly grown tentacles beneath his robes twitched restlessly.

boom!
Before the Viscount's doubts could dissipate, Bjorn jumped down from an area more than ten meters high. The Frost Prison weapon absorbed the heat from the surroundings, and as Bjorn swung it, a wave of snow erupted.

He instantly spotted the psionicist in the crowd, then roared and strode resolutely and unstoppably toward her.

He was like a banner, and the scattered imperial troops began to converge in this direction.

Boom, boom, boom.
'damn it! '

The viscount instinctively tried to escape, then unleashed a psychic lightning bolt.

Despite the Viscount's psionic attack, the old wolf remained unmoved. Apart from the howls of the heretic dying, only the heavy footsteps could be heard in the world. The psionic energy couldn't even leave a trace on the armor.

scoff!

The lightning claw tore through the air, ripping the tiny mortal into several pieces.

Seeing the soldiers who had just fought to the death begin to flee, Bjorn threw his throwing axe. The cold blade slashed through the air, carving two bloody paths through the huge passage.

"Wolves, follow me!"

Their objective was to destroy the Void Shield Generator beneath the throne, completely exposing the fortified city to orbital strikes.

This wave of noble armed forces was the seventh they had encountered on the road.

The troops, like a pack of wolves, advanced at breakneck speed.

They tore through bullets, they tore through steel.

Next comes flesh and blood.

The battlefield was in chaos, with corpses, blood, and steel fragments littering the ground, turning the magnificent walls blood red.

These humans, who have long been under the influence of chaos, possess a considerable number of psionicists and mutants. Entrusting these troops to the Space Wolves, who have long dealt with chaos wizards, would be most appropriate.
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Flames raged throughout the magnificent hall, the luxurious floor was riddled with cracks from the artillery fire, and the priceless murals, some dating back to the Great Expedition, were utterly destroyed.

Blood trickled down the grooves of the embossed floor tiles, and mutilated limbs were scattered at every turn of the throne steps.

The space wolves twitched their nostrils, their genetically enhanced sense of smell catching trembling figures from ventilation ducts, secret doors, and even metabolic waste recycling pools.

Their identities will be displayed one by one on the dynasty's own genetic testing equipment to determine whether they are of interest for interrogation.

"For Ruth and for all of Father!"

Amidst the ruins of the High Throne Hall, the Space Wolves roared battle cries as they executed their mutated enemies.

With the legendary Space Marine Bjorn leading the way, the morale of the entire Space Wolves was undoubtedly exceptionally high.

They were the main force in this war, and within a month they had captured almost all the fortresses on the surface.

Amid the deafening cheers, Bjorn appeared unusually indifferent, gazing through the ruins at the towering fortress beyond.

As Plarks walked over, stepping on the shards of ceramic, he noticed that his old acquaintance seemed to have sensed something.

"what happened?"

Prax, who was in charge of leading the landing forces to build temporary fortifications in the early stages of the war, asked.

Bjorn stepped back, giving space to his allies.

Pralax followed the line of sight and saw that the light spear bombardment on the track had stopped, and the 'Imperial Knights' were clearing out the last few resistance strongholds. He immediately frowned.

"has a problem."

Bjorn said.

“Too weak,” Plarks replied.
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"According to known intelligence, the Mandrak family is jointly ruled by the High King Caligius and the High Queen Caligia. Because they have not suffered any war damage for nearly 10,000 years, they currently have sixty knight squads under their command, which, by the minimum standard, consists of six hundred knights."

While building the world on Omega 3, Arthur was watching the battle damage reports from the combat troops below and noticed something was wrong.

"The quantity is incorrect."

Ramses, who was controlling the Eldar Nether Titan, asked with a confident tone.

Omega 3 is more valuable and threatening than Dalowa.

After all, it is a mechanical cult that has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is very likely that some ancient technologies, or even STC templates, remain on it.

Moreover, considering the inherent nature of the Mechanicus, the Dark Mechanicus is undoubtedly an academic heresy.

Most of these people choose to sacrifice themselves when their research and development is 'hindered,' by sending in a monster-like monster, with the aim of gaining control of a certain technology rather than trying to understand and manipulate it.

Even the most rigid and greedy Mechanicus sages despised these people. At least, no matter how anthropomorphic the sages were, they would try to analyze technology in other ways rather than choosing to hand over knowledge to the warp for blasphemy.

This satellite's actual combat capability is probably much stronger than the one below.

Therefore, their main target has always been this satellite.

But after logging in, I realized something was wrong.

At this moment, Steelwing had already invaded the data center of the Forgeworld, and Azrael was observing Roch's actions.

This new recruit, who is integrating into the legion, always gets along well with the vast majority of people.

All around, apart from the intractable framework, there was only crimson lava, making this forging world, which should have been highly developed, seem empty.

"The facilities have all been taken away."

Arthur concluded.

This was not something the time travelers had anticipated.

Darlowa was isolated from the world and only came into the Empire's view when the Great Rift opened. Even the information about it was fragmented. Back then, the Dawnwings made considerable efforts in both the real world and the warp to investigate the coordinates of this planet.

“We sensed something was wrong from the beginning with Fenris; we always felt like someone was waiting for us.”

Ramses pondered for a moment, then spoke:

"Master Ya, you stay by my side, I'll go up and check."

"it is good."

With permission granted, Ramses grabbed Arthur and teleported to the 'Underworld Titan's' shoulder.

Surrounding this Nether Titan are the remains of several Warhound-class Titans.

For a defensive force that has forged the world, such combat power is far too meager.

Ramses raised his hand and began to extract the machine spirit and the demons that were attached to the machine's body.

'After recording and analyzing the souls of those who died manipulating the war machine, we can recreate the situation at that time to a certain extent. Who exactly came to the subspace?'

'Considering the Dark Mechanicus only has a handful of followers, Vashtor?'

Ramses was analyzing the soul data around him when he suddenly remembered something:

"Oh, right."

He surveyed the screaming and roaring foundries.

Some of them were items that hadn't been moved in time, or were not worth moving.

"Please come to my Emperor's Banner for a discussion!"

As he raised his hand, the surrounding factories paused, and the souls entrenched within them turned into dust, flowing into the circular soul circuit behind the golden-red armor.

(End of this chapter)