This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 280 Follow me, and you'll understand soon.
Despite Azrael's banter, the atmosphere suddenly became tense due to the knight's resistance.

An invisible killing intent permeated the air, and the oppressive atmosphere of impending conflict was almost tangible.

The dark angels' fingers were already silently on their weapon triggers, but all eyes were fixed on Arthur—

They awaited the king's decision.

Arthur stepped forward slowly, the tip of his black sword leaving a shallow mark on the sand.

He stared directly into the knight's eyes, revealed beneath his tattered visor:

In the murky yellow pupils, the nictitating membrane, which humans have long since degenerated, was constantly opening and closing in response to the other party's tension—a characteristic that a normal Space Marine should possess.

His expression was somewhat gloomy.

"Peace of mind."

He raised his left hand and made a downward gesture, and immediately a chorus of mechanical sounds of weapons being lowered filled the air.

Just then, a gust of wind howled past, and the dust it stirred up created a natural sound barrier, which became a rare relief for the knight who had long suffered from the whispers of the warp.

"You've been in the warp for quite a while."

he added.

"Just explain what you've seen and heard to me."

“My lord, I spent five hundred years alone in a wrecked ship until a rift appeared and threw me out. During this process, my body underwent strange changes, but I did not succumb. I know which voices are misleading me, and Lord Galad has also emphasized this point—”

With his mind unusually clear, the knight quickly organized his thoughts.

Arthur, on the other hand, picked out some details and got the answer he wanted.

Arthur's gaze fell on the mottled scars on the knight's shoulder armor, marks that looked as if they had been corroded by some kind of acidic substance.

The knight noticed his gaze and unconsciously tensed up.

Suddenly, he knelt down on one knee.

"My lord, you may send me to the most dangerous battlefield."

His voice carried a hint of urgency.

"I only want to fight for humanity again, and I don't want my name and honor to be tarnished."

He was very nervous; the mutation was real, and that's why he resisted the act of a colleague he trusted removing his helmet.

"I'm not here to kill anyone."

Arthur shook his head, then stared directly at the knight's visor, meeting the eyes behind it:

"You never fell into chaos, right?"

"Yes, I didn't."

The knight's answer was resolute.

"This is enough."

Arthur nodded. His calm and composed demeanor eased the knight's mind. This unexpected leniency left him both bewildered and filled with a long-lost sense of peace.

"Roh, do you know the Ironwing cultivators from the First Squad of the Thirteenth Regiment during the Great Expedition?"

"Know."

“I will show you the permit. You have the right to conceal your appearance. Then you can have the soldier supervising you contact Luo He. We will perform surgery to remove the chaotic pollution from your body and allow you to reintegrate into the group.”

The improvements made over the years have finally paid off, and he is now able to delegate such matters to his specialized soldiers.

Roch, who had experienced being corrupted by Chaos, and the Pentagram Order members in charge of psionic research, were experts specifically responsible for assessing and treating warriors corrupted by Chaos.

Now they also need to provide psychological counseling to their colleagues who have been in the subspace for a long time, and to remove the contamination through sophisticated surgery.

This series of operations, which used to require him and Ramses to complete, can now be handed over to his warriors.

He reached out and grasped the knight's forearm, the power armor clashing together with a crisp metallic sound, the sharp edge of his gauntlet etching a string of ancient codes onto the knight's shoulder armor.

Upon receiving the message, the inspector abandoned his plan to remove the other person's helmet and instead began to inquire about trivial matters from the Great Expedition.

The process went so smoothly that it was unbelievable, even leaving the knight, who was determined to die, somewhat bewildered.

"I know that feeling, that feeling of being blinded by resentment."

After a brief eye contact with Azrael, Kai, still unable to figure out just how large the kid's intelligence network was, decided to ignore the trivial matter.

His Highness's decision has brought this standoff to an end.

He faced the still somewhat nervous fallen angels, opened his arms, and addressed them.

"I've enjoyed that feeling too."

"During the Great Crusade, I was involved in a great cause. I had my brothers by my side, and I knew my goals. So even when we were exiled to Caliban, I was able to accept it because I could recognize that our Legion was changing the galaxy."

The sandstorm suddenly intensified, lashing against everyone's armor with a fine, knocking sound.

Kai looked up, his glasses reflecting the dim, yellowish sky:

"Then... Caliban was destroyed."

A heavy sigh mingled with the howling wind, and his hand slowly clenched into a fist, then slowly relaxed.

"The subspace storm threw me into the spacetime turbulence."

Kai's voice was deep as he raised his hand, the moisture seeping from the gaps in the armor condensing into beads in his palm.

"When I finished this journey alone and returned to reality, my original goals had become blurred, even after I found a few companions."

His gaze swept over Galad's worn shoulder armor.

"We can only bow our heads and flee, barely surviving. A wrecked warship, a group of colleagues with their own agendas, and the grand vision of changing the galaxy is no longer our concern."

"But now we can."

Suddenly, he straightened up, slowly raised his hands, palms facing upwards in a sacrificial gesture, directly in Arthur's direction.

Like the gesture of a knight swearing an oath to his monarch in an ancient ceremony.

"Brothers, I know very well that our own father made a mistake, and you will soon know as well. We will emerge from the fog of the past, take up our swords again, follow the glory of the Primarch, and continue to fight for humanity."

"You can choose to join us, find a new goal, stand shoulder to shoulder with your comrades, and take the enemy of humanity as your sole enemy, or—"

Kai suddenly pointed his right hand toward the guard bunker.

"I refuse Your Highness's grace and continue this meaningless exile until one day I am captured by the unforgivable and forced to pay for my unjust sins on the rack."

"certainly--"

At this point, Kai smiled again.

"If we're lucky enough, we might be able to get you out of the dungeon when we take over the Stone Fortress."

The fallen angel remained silent for a moment.

"If you don't make it back from that warp storm."

A fallen angel, still trying to remain stubborn, suddenly spoke, and his broken vocal cords surprisingly revealed a hint of genuine emotion.

“I won’t mourn for you either, Kay.”

Galad chuckled softly, his fingers unconsciously tracing the etched pattern on the other's shoulder:
"I never expected you to have such eloquence."

“I have always been eloquent, but my past has not given me the opportunity to use my eloquence.”

Kai shrugged and replied.

"Hurry up and leave. You've kept His Highness waiting for a lot of time. By now, Luo He should be working with Iron Wings to decipher the Void Claw."

He pointed to the drilling machines that were taking shelter from the storm.

"Many times I have doubted the meaning of doing this."

Upon hearing this, Azrael frowned instinctively.

"significance?"

Upon hearing this, Kai scoffed and then shook his head. "This is not meaning, it is grace, it is charity, an opportunity given to us."

No one can do it, just as in the past, they are unable to build trust with each other, and those who can bring them peace of mind may not do so.

This is charity. Your Highness can simply ignore them and create your own Dark Angel Legion.

It just takes a little more time.

"His Highness needs our help. He wants to protect as many humans as possible, and he needs the strength of the First Legion to achieve this goal."

Gareth, who was standing to the side, hesitated for a moment before continuing.

"To be honest, I think His Highness is very lonely. He, like us, suddenly woke up and entered a world that was completely different from what he knew before. In this world, all the great designs and dreams in his heart have been destroyed compared to reality."

"But His Highness faced it with unwavering resolve as always, though I think he has always longed for familiar things and people."

Kai continued.

“But we are not one of them.”

"We are becoming one of them."

Gareth retorted.

“We have convinced His Highness that, prior to the Lion King’s army’s attack, at least a considerable number of people in Caliban were truly unaware of the animosity between him and Luther.”

"And now, His Highness hopes that the First Legion will become even better."

"I cannot let Your Highness down."

"Look, an opportunity."

Kay didn't elaborate further, but instead pointed to Gareth, gesturing to the recruit beside him.

As the drilling vehicle sank into the earth and headed towards the Broken Steelwing camp outside the storm, Kaiba followed Arthur.

"Come with me, and you'll understand immediately."

He said to Azrael.
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In the eye of the storm, inside the fortress, the fallen angels who had gathered there for countless years were now in complete chaos.

The returnists, the chaos faction, the revenge faction, the centrists, and all sorts of other factions have emerged, it's like a chaotic dance of demons.

Osandas, the curator of the Fallen Angels Think Tank, was caught off guard.

According to their original plan, they would sacrifice a small number of people, allowing those people to be captured by the dark angels within the giant rocks, and then deliberately send out their intelligence.

Then, relying on the Void Claw, a super weapon capable of creating a black hole through gravitational effects, they destroyed the Stone Fortress, thus resolving the conflict between the Fallen Angels and the Dark Angels once and for all.

But plans cannot keep up with changes.

Instead of attracting fallen angels, they did attract four Primarchs.

And now, the Primarch who now commands the Dark Angels has sent them an invitation.

Some people have already run away.

And he's not dead yet!
But news also came from Abaddon.

He demanded that Osandas activate the Claws of Fear, sending the Primarchs and their armies to the heavens.

Not all fallen angels are Chaos Space Marines; many have chosen to band together for mutual support and even retain their former glory. Therefore, even within Osandas, there is considerable disagreement about whether to agree to Abaddon's demands.

In the control room, Osandas roared, his voice filled with disgust as he looked at the Chaos Warmaster who had arrived through a psionic projection.

"I did promise you a favor, but that doesn't mean I have to go to such lengths for you!"

The Chaos Warmaster glanced at him, but Osandas's refusal did not stir any emotion in him.

"Don't you want revenge? Now is the perfect opportunity to expose the truth."

The Fallen Angels—they are still the First Legion. Like the other offspring of Leon, they have an almost fanatical obsession, but even more so, a deep-seated hatred.

"The false emperor has once again sent his offspring to correct the galaxy, to obliterate the truth, and to fuel his ambitions. So have you thousand young compatriots."

Abaddon took advantage of this, carefully choosing his inflammatory rhetoric to disguise his negotiating stance.

These words stirred up interest among the surrounding think tanks.

This gave the Chaos War General a sense of exhilaration.

“Let us bury this conspiracy, and then gather your loyal warriors. Together we will unseal those secrets and expose the hypocrisy of those traitors.”

The Warmaster's words blurred the concepts and shifted the stance. He emphasized the role of severing the Emperor's Light in revealing the First Legion's dark secrets, the Dark Angels' betrayal in Caliban, and the Empire's betrayal of the Space Marines.

In his plan to completely annihilate the four Primarchs, he cleverly combined the concept of "causing irreparable damage to the Empire" with "forcing the Dark Angels to reveal their true nature," attempting to shake the minds of the Fallen Angels.

Osandas was dumbfounded; he had no idea what was wrong with the Chaos Warmaster.

He only wanted to kill the Dark Angels and had no intention of returning to the Legion, but that didn't mean humanity would pay the price of losing four Primarchs.

"I will not destroy humanity's hope, absolutely not!"

He almost roared to express his anger.

Cooperation has its limits. What did Abaddon take him for? A dog kept by the Black Legion?

"Haha, I'll wait and see."

The Chaos Warmaster ignored the enraged Osandas and, after delivering a passionate speech, hung up the communication.

"what should we do?"

Someone asked in a low voice.

"You choose."

Osandas glanced at the dissipating projection with disgust, then spoke to his adjutant.

"Lu Wen, gather the remaining psionicists. Let's see if we can teleport this device away."

"Teleport away?"

Compared to Osandas, Lu Wen remained standing quietly and slowly said:

"Do you remember what you promised me? Do you remember what you promised us? The empire is engulfed in war, and the infighting among the various factions within the empire cannot quell the turmoil. This galaxy will grow weaker and weaker in the infighting, and will no longer be able to conceal the truth of the past."

"But the Primarchs are back, they're back."

Lu Wen spoke softly and slowly, seemingly analyzing the current situation.

Where is our revenge?!

Osandas's eyes widened even more.

"Whom are you truly loyal to?!"

"At least not this one."

The guard beside him leaned down and sighed softly:

"Look me in the eye, sir."

Osandas instinctively looked up and saw those blood-red eyes. He froze, and in an instant, countless mutated limbs grew out of his body. This legendary Dark Angel think tank trembled and bloomed with blood-red flowers.

Phew!

In an instant, he transformed into a Chaos Egg. Lu Wen glanced at him, then turned to look at the Fallen Angel standing on the other side. The latter had already raised his gun, but was bound in place by psychic energy.

Amidst the barrage of gunfire that followed Osandas's death, Luwen began operating the equipment.

But before they could figure out the plan left by Osandas, another squad of fallen angels arrived.

"For the Emperor!"

They are dark angels.
Driven by their own motives, they began a bloody battle.

They remain the First Legion, and like the other sons of Leon, they possess an almost fanatical obsession.

Just as the descendants of the First Legion longed to force the fallen angels to repent, the fallen angels' obsession with revenge overshadowed everything else.

They hated each other for ten millennia and eventually became the same kind of people.

(End of this chapter)