This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 282 Your mother sold me!
Vigilant Fortress, inside Void Claw
The Dark Angels have finally arrived, with Deathwing as their vanguard, and suddenly intervened when the entire Fortress was in its most chaotic state.

These are over a thousand original Forged Dark Angel warriors, equipped with the most elite weapons such as the MK10 power armor. They had been holding back their energy for a long time during the negotiations, and now that they have unleashed their power, they are simply unstoppable.

With a map of the fortress, Ravenwing rushed into the fortress through underground pipes. While attacking the disorganized fallen angels from behind to seize control of key nodes, he also ventured into the inner part of the fortress to find safe passages for the main force.

The fortress is enormous, covering more than fifty square kilometers in total, and that's just the surface; if you include the ancient underground facilities, it could expand several times over.

When the storm arose as the dark angel entered, the remaining people were bewildered and at a loss.

The fallen angels, already in conflict with each other, could not withstand the onslaught and retreated in disarray.

Even more terrifying, a tall knight appeared on the screens of almost all the fallen angels receiving information, fluttering high like a banner, and the previously disorganized riots suddenly seemed to have found a leader.

"That is the Primarch?"

"To the Primarch!"

The scattered fallen angels began to clamor, and those who were already wavering quickly gathered in the direction of the banner, or launched a desperate attack on the traitors, making it even more difficult for the defenses inside the fortress to regroup.

Unable to receive orders, they fought their own battles, yet they couldn't bring themselves to become traitors. The arrival of the Dark Angels now felt more like a relief.

Various weapons were abandoned, and the soldiers, their equipment tattered, stood somewhat bewildered on both sides of the road, while Kai began to command the troops.

"Evka, go connect to these people's communication terminals and tell them to get out. Anyone who dares to cause trouble, shoot them on the spot."

"Gareth, take your men and follow His Highness to the actual main control room."

“Azrael, take the Pentagram Order members and deal with the psionicists.”

The blade was pulled from the chest of the last resister, and the crimson blood evaporated into mist along the ion field of the power sword. The eyes behind the masked mantle swept over the helpless surrenderers and quickly deployed in the communication channel.

The Dark Angels maintained a precise ten-meter distance from the surrendered, adhering to their pre-arranged battle plan, and were not disturbed by the fact that the other side had given up their passage.

The Primarch's orders were being broadcast over and over again over the fortress's loudspeaker. The already chaotic morale collapsed on the spot or surrendered immediately after discovering the extraordinary speed of their comrades.

The Dark Angels, with their complete supplies and experience from the Legion era, are no joke. Even Kai himself wouldn't dare guarantee he'd survive the moment he puts up a fight if he were on the opposite side.

At the corner of the passage, several fallen angels, still putting up a last-ditch effort, had just raised their explosive guns.

A strange ripple suddenly appeared in the air, and an invisible shock swept by. Their bodies disintegrated like sand sculptures, turning into scattered basic particles along with their power armor.

Individual molecular disintegration weapons, a cutting-edge technology from the Great Expedition era, were quickly rendered obsolete in the post-Great Rebellion era.

The reason is that while such weapons can instantly break the molecular bonds of enemies, they also weaken the barrier between reality and the sea of ​​souls. Coupled with the extremely unstable nature of the weapons themselves, they were naturally eliminated in an era where the influence of the warp was becoming increasingly rampant.

However, it works fine when used around His Highness; the area around His Highness will become exceptionally stable.

Therefore, the Knights of the Round Table were equipped with these deadly creations that had just been deciphered from an ancient database.

"Azrael!"

A second encrypted communication suddenly switched channels, interrupting Azrael's train of thought.

"Report, I have received a communication from inside the fortress. The other party has reported the War Gang's intention to activate the superweapon and is requesting support."

He immediately reported this to his superiors.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the channel, followed by Kai's question:

"Does the other side agree to the three conditions: surrender, access to the public channel, publicize its coordinates, and accept our command, operating within the designated area?"

"agree."

"Then I agree. Remember, stay in constant contact, don't let your judgment be affected, and allow the automatons to approach the area where the prisoners are gathered first."

In response to the command, Kay continued:

"Everyone else, follow the automatons. We're going to clear all the paths. If we encounter any resistance, kill them on the spot!"

Kai surveyed the surrounding scenery.

This fortress was pieced together from various sources, and its structure is complex due to the construction by multiple generations, allowing for a great deal of maneuverability.

But what truly alarmed him were the psionicists.

The Chaos cultists, led by the Osandas Warband, will not sit idly by and wait to die. Unlike brothers who turn against each other due to ideological differences, these traitors who have completely embraced the power of darkness are the true fallen angels.

Everyone knows this is a battlefield, and there will be no chance for you to show mercy.

Inside the fortress, everyone was searching for their own way out. As the true Dark Angels began their attack, the outer defenses were falling at an alarming rate, and everyone knew that the fortress was doomed to fall.

Some decided to fight one last time, some planned to use some warp magic to escape, and some simply laid down their weapons and waited to be taken over.

The fortress was like a giant without a brain, possessing resistance built up over centuries, yet no one could unite it.

Amidst the rumbling sounds, the weapons roared, but these loud noises became incredibly faint after reaching the core, unable even to drown out the 'clicking' of the mechanical components.

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Arthur ignored the chaotic noises.

The sword fell, a flash of cold light.

The think tank's incantation abruptly stopped; his hands remained in the posture of accumulating energy, while his body slowly separated along the midline.

Leaping several meters, Arthur saw the space behind him collapsing, and the terrifying aura of the subspace surged out like a tsunami.

The daily life of a psionicist out of control; under normal circumstances, he would completely corrupt this place.

He ignored it, simply slaying the Chaos Egg with a backhand strike and striding to the central control room. The surging subspace waves behind him shattered as if hitting a reef the moment they touched his cloak, and in an instant, the corridor returned to calm, leaving only the Think Tank's limbs, torn apart by the rift, completely pulverized.

"Tarasin, has the complete blueprint been deciphered?"

He connected with the communications from the Tarasina side.

The history of the Vigilant Star Nest City is extremely ancient, especially since it has been jointly controlled by multiple forces for a long time, serving as the planet's water source.

Buried within are countless documents from the Dark Ages of technology. After completing the initial communication with the Eighth Underworld, the newly promoted Tarachin is now excavating these documents in the Oake Nest City under the orders of several superiors.

The map of the interior area of ​​the watchtower was also found in a buried database.

Taracin was happy to do so and was having a traditional academic exchange with the mechanical priests from the Underworld VIII who had come after hearing the news.

"They're digging now."

Tarasin's cheerful voice came from the other end, and the recording device also picked up some scattered sounds.

Based on his extensive experience with various creations, Arthur was able to identify the sound as the activation of the Space Necromancer's Scorpion Destroyer.

Oh, and there's also the Scorpion Lord?

It seems that academic exchanges over there are quite lively.

"Don't do unnecessary things."

Arthur offered a reminder.

While they do intend to break the Mechanicus's monopoly, this does not mean that all Mechanicus priests are their enemies.

If we can accept Dawnwing's knowledge management regulations and engage in technical exchanges, then there's nothing wrong with letting those mechanical priests get involved; even Kaul has invested.

"Don't worry, the deal has been proposed, and the Sky Eagle Council, which was reorganized by Lord Romulus, is in talks with them. Everyone who came wants it all."

In the background, there was the crackling sound of electric arcs burning metal, and the angry binary scream of a sage.

They deserved to die.

Arthur's lips twitched almost imperceptibly before he reminded him:
"I have already taken control of the Void Claws' core control room. Contact me immediately after you successfully decipher it."

"okay."

Tarasin chuckled and hung up the call, continuing to focus on his passionate online battles with the various sages.

Tarachin has always appreciated this human passion, so he doesn't mind engaging in some 'communication' with humans when necessary. Like now—

He caught an ancient server skull that flew towards him, casually stuffing it into his analysis inventory. The skull's data interface was still spewing sparks in frustration.

Kaul, on the other hand, disliked trouble but was also very interested in exploring knowledge.

He was crouching deep within the ruins, his mechanical tentacles probing into a half-buried database, intently analyzing the ancient data stream, completely ignoring the falling rubble and stray bullets overhead.

He was in charge of communication, Kaul was in charge of digging, and the results were shared.

They are a perfect match!
"Whoo~"

After hanging up the communication, Arthur first used his professional skills to lock the control panel in the main control room, and then let out a breath.

Feeling the surrounding environment change in an instant, and sensing a pair of astonished eyes suddenly looking at me.

The spell was annihilated before it could be cast. Arthur began to rely on his location as a member of the Pentagram Order to move through the battlefield, hunting down those think tanks that used psionic energy.

Just as Abaddon constantly claimed that he didn't use the power of chaos, that he was purely natural and at most used a little of the power of chaos.

The idea that they joined the Chaos Warband because of revenge against the fallen angels is the same thing.

Once you get involved, there's no turning back.

Arthur leaned forward, his black sword piercing the skull of the think tank in front of him, whose eyes beneath the mask were filled with confusion.

He had just cast the spell, but the Primarch pounced even faster, piercing the skull with a single sword strike. The skill forged through countless battles and exchanges froze before it could be fully unleashed; the Primarch's fingers remained in the casting gesture, but he could no longer complete the final rune.

"You are the Primitive."

Lu Wen finally realized what was happening, and the vocal cords in his throat emitted a hoarse, rattling sound due to the damage.

Only such beings can transcend common sense.

He discovered the real control room through magic, but before he could even begin to act, a sudden attack pierced his skull, leaving the unsuspecting think tank with only time to cast a spell.

The Primarch has arrived.

No, I must contact Abaddon immediately.

On Lu Wen's retinal projection, the communication runes flashed wildly but could not connect.

He has found the coordinates and only needs a brief delay to complete his revenge.

The power armor's servo system emitted a dying hum as he struggled to raise his arm.

Abaddon!
Lu Wen felt his connection with Abaddon begin to weaken rapidly, and his eyes widened in fury.

His mind tried to unleash a powerful spark of psionic energy at the last moment, but it shattered like a bubble the instant it touched the Primarch's body, leaving only a shriek of resentment.

You motherfucker, sell me!
(End of this chapter)