This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 273 Heading to Vigilant Planet

Plans, oversights, costs.

Romulus kept thinking and summarizing in his mind.

Compared to his past ease, he is now starting to feel a bit lost.

His opponent began to make his moves, and he was completely unaware of it.

Romulus could simply wave his hand and ignore the subsequent consequences, continuing with the plan, but a more responsible approach would be to carefully consider the pros and cons of doing so.

However, the more I think about it, the more rigid I become.

For a moment, he even had the urge to turn back and see what his unknown opponent was up to.

His fear of the unknown made him hesitant to take the first step.

"Old Luo was speechless."

Seeing Romulus adopting a serious and bitter expression as he evolved into a regency, Ramses muttered a complaint under his breath.

"After all, none of this was expected."

Arthur said he could understand.

Unlike previous expeditions, this operation against Vigilant Star was directly aimed at them, which was unexpected and it's normal that they were caught off guard.

"Most likely it will be those few people, the Four Gods, and Tzeentch will probably not participate, but it's hard to say, after all, you can't predict the outcome of Chaos."

"Then there's Vashtor. It's confirmed that the Creator's Cult is active, but he hasn't moved at all. Instead, he's increased his investment in the warp, and I can't get any of his people to fight. The most likely opponent we'll face is the Chaos Warband."

"The only ones left are a few Primarchs and Abaddon. Only they can mobilize Legion-level forces. The key now is how to hold them off."

After summarizing, Ramses leaned back on the command platform, the metal support creaking under the strain. He casually patted the holographic projection, striking a pose as if observing world events, and ripples spread across the projection beneath his palm.

"I'm not too worried about a one-on-one fight, but I feel unsafe because the fleet seems to be too small."

You're the coward.

Arthur sighed silently, understanding Ramses's attitude.

"Then I'll go and mobilize the troops."

He turned around, his cloak billowing in an arc.

"I'll go check the subspace again and see if I can find a new area for those guys to insert a straw into."

Ramses said.

"Ah."

Arthur waved his hand and approached Aglaia, who was asking Tarachin about the current situation.

"Aglaia".

The sound interrupted their ongoing contest, and Aglaia quickly snapped back to reality.

Taracin also fell silent at the right moment, intending to see what Arthur was going to say.

Although this alien was annoying, it was surprisingly talkative, with an almost arrogant composure. It didn't care about the consequences of its words, so it didn't shy away from communicating.

Although his tone was somewhat infuriating and he spoke without restraint, at least he was willing to tell the truth.

Recalling the appointment letter from the other party, Aglaia muttered a curse inwardly before giving a proper Eagle salute.

"Lord Arthur."

Arthur simply nodded in return and asked.

"Do you understand the current situation?"

"Clear."

Aglaia replied immediately.

Seeing this, he cut to the chase and asked:

"Can you get in touch with the Grey Knight?"

The Grey Knights, all psionicists, were created by the Emperor and Macardo. Their core mission is to research, combat, and seal warp entities. Through rigorous training and psionic rituals, they acquire forbidden knowledge about the true names of demons—names key to defeating or banishing them.

One of the more well-known examples is the banishment of the demonic principal Angron during the Battle of Amegiddun.

Their genetic seeds undergo special treatment, making it impossible to trace them back to any original, which has repeatedly suggested that their lineage may be directly traced back to the Emperor.

The higher-ups of the Inquisition have the right to know of the Grey Knights' existence. In fact, the Holy Hammer Order and the Rebel Order maintain a considerable degree of cooperation with the Grey Knights, and the Grey Knights are subordinate to the Holy Hammer Order in the public eye.

?

Aglaia was taken aback, instinctively realizing that this topic was really dangerous, and immediately spoke up.

"can."

Having received confirmation, Arthur analyzed his recent discussion with Ramses and began to speak:

"We need the Primarch's true name, or an object connected to him, as well as information the Grey Knights have about them. If possible, it would be best to send a Grey Knight squad. Please help convey this message."

"Do not come as a 'Seeker' of the Seventh Brotherhood, and do not come as a Grey Knight."

This road has been problematic from the very beginning.

Tzeentch knew they could use the power of the Celestial Shards, so he began searching the entire galaxy for and releasing them. He even tried to persuade them to hurry to Cardia with lies, and now he has discovered the Dark Mechanicus's movements.

There aren't many entities capable of devising such a strategy against them.

Ever since he began to recount the unusual events that had started this journey, Arthur felt it necessary to take precautions.

The four gods are currently capable of deploying the strongest entities in the universe: the Primarch and his accompanying legions.

The moment the Creator's Cult appeared, it was clear that it was Vashtor. But it wasn't those four arrogant ones. With Vashtor's cowardly nature, how could it dare to plot against the Primarch without some support?

To ensure stability, it's best to hire more professionals.

The fact that Angron was arrested by the Grey Knights every time he descended into reality, and that he was able to provide the Regent with information on Mortalian's movements in a timely manner, all indicate that the Grey Knights must have some means to detect the movements of the rebellious Primarch.

"clear."

Aglaia was aware of the minor conflict between the Seekers and the Wolf Pack, so she naturally had no doubts about Arthur's decision.

Arthur then headed straight for the exit, intending to meet with the military affairs department and naval representatives stationed at the Dawn Fleet, since every available unit was invaluable in the current situation.

He doesn't need this representative to come forward.

Imperial officials who dock with the Dawnwings are not required to have great power; what is important is that they have access to specific information about their duties in those sectors. The rest is left to the Primarchs.

On the other side, Karna, after pondering for a long time without success, saw that Arthur had finished speaking and left, so he turned to Romulus, who was still deep in thought.

"How to say?"

Karna's voice broke the silence of the command room. Romulus looked up from the tactical map, the furrows between his brows deepening.

"How do you say what?"

His rhetorical question carried a sense of relief at having his bizarre cycle interrupted.

"Go to Vigilant Star first."

Karna felt that drifting on Dalowa's orbit indefinitely wasn't a solution; feeding it a virus bomb for thorough disinfection would be sufficient.

"What else can we do, turn around and go home? Wait a minute—"

Noticing the hesitation in Romulus's eyes, Karna moved closer as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Are you scared?"

"Whoever is afraid, that's just being cautious."

Romulus instinctively didn't want to back down, so he quickly explained:
"With such a large fleet in my hands, and a thousand worlds in the Dawn Sector on my shoulders, this is an event that has no precedent in history, so we must be cautious."

"Not moving can't be considered cautious."

Karna gave a mischievous smile and casually leaned against the tactical table in the rest area.

Now you know the pressure those commanders are under.

Everything was out of control, and the only option was to act impulsively, but empires usually didn't have many opportunities for impulsive decisions.

"Don't be afraid, let's get moving. Master Ya is contacting the Empire to mobilize troops. The intelligence network he's built over the years is monitoring the region's movements. I'm still on the front lines. Don't give up so easily. You just make the plan, and we'll carry it out."

Romulus took a deep breath, the data stream projected onto the tactical table flashing rapidly in his eyes.

"I've said it so many times, but I haven't given up."

His voice finally regained some composure.

"It simply requires thinking about the next step to avoid falling into a trap."

"Then what are you explaining? Don't suddenly become clueless about how to operate. The purpose of this trip is to advance the construction of the supply line and clear out the nobles of the node planets. We have to achieve our goal, right? It's just that we have to make some extra preparations now."

"Moreover, we have encountered far more unexpected events before. In the Pioneer system, the initial swarm invasion and the chaos eruption, which of those were things we anticipated? Why are we suddenly becoming so hesitant now?"

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Romulus was taken aback.

Having come through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Romulus knew very well why he had chosen this path, and clearly remembered every oath he had made when he chose it.
The slogans came from the heart, the declarations were earnest and powerful. People embarked on this path with hope in their hearts, dreaming of making a name for themselves, becoming heroes, and leaving a strong mark on history.

However, it cannot be denied that Romulus did indeed have some thoughts deep down that 'following the script steadily would make things more secure and stable, and would allow everything to be under control.'

Who wants to make a mistake?
Romulus shook his head.

To put it bluntly, he used to think about events from a third-party perspective, but now that he has become the main cause of the events, he is really having a hard time adjusting.

Now that I think about it carefully, nothing was predictable from the moment he traveled through time. It's just that he maintained a more macro perspective at that time.

He has always been a party involved.

Having suddenly figured this out, Romulus couldn't help but rub his head again.

He had indeed thought too much and for too long, and had been protected too well, to the point that he had forgotten the risks that his partners had been taking on for him.

Being a political creature for too long subconsciously leads one to only think about issues from the perspectives of advantages and disadvantages, stability, and impact, to the point that they almost forget their original intentions.

That's not good. If Arthur finds out about this embarrassing incident, he feels he'll get beaten up like Ramses.

Romulus took a deep breath and glanced at Karna, who was still smiling.

He suddenly realized that this guy hadn't prepared any serious plan at all; he was just waiting for him to pull himself together and make a decision.

Look at him, he still has to rely on me.

Good luck to you.

Romulus chuckled to himself.

Having me as a teammate is a real blessing for you.

"you're right."

Romulus agreed with Karna.

"Whether it's caution or recklessness, this is our home turf, and we can't waste time and miss the opportunity to deal with the threat."

It is also an opportunity to adjust one's mindset in a timely manner.

The thought flashed through Romulus's mind. He took a deep breath without making a sound, straightened his expression, and stood up to return to his seat.

"Prepare the extermination order for the virus bomb and clean up the two rebellious planets."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a confident smile appeared on Romulus's lips as his finger traced a clear path across the holographic star map.

"We will proceed to the vigilant planet immediately to reorganize the fleet and establish the nearest supply point."

"The Great Sage".

His gaze shifted to the ever-silent red figure.

"Please speak, sir."

"The reconstruction of Omega 3 needs to be entrusted to you."

The Dawn Sector currently lacks the manpower to rebuild and forge worlds, let alone purify a world deeply polluted by chaos.

The Mechanical Cult has a ruthless monopoly; they've even monopolized how to offer incense and kowtow to please the machine spirits. Romulus wouldn't even dare to imagine how the current skilled worker training program could be carried out without Caul's assistance.

Therefore, we need to coordinate with Kaul. This great sage who has lived for ten thousand years has plenty of methods and connections.

What they want is simply to quickly seize control of the key military strongholds of the Nokmond Corridor; whether to absorb or purge them in the future is a matter for further consideration.

"agree."

Kaur's answer was concise and to the point.

Romulus surveyed the conference room before finally issuing his instructions.

"Everyone else, return to your respective ships, prepare for jump, and maintain constant contact."

"Meeting dismissed."

"Yes, my lord."

A chorus of responses filled the conference room, accompanied by the clanging of metal boots. The commanders saluted and took their leave.

　P.S.: Ugh, not enough words! Waaah, I'll try to write more. Everyone, go to sleep early!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)