This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 301 They won't be able to hold out much longer.
"Your Highness!"

Just as Ramses was about to say something, a commotion suddenly broke out behind him.

He immediately turned his head and smiled.

"coming."

A black knight.

Beside him, in his deep red cloak that swayed slightly in the wind, stood a quiet nun.

The moment she saw the Grey Knights and the Imperial Guard, the eyes of the Silent Nun shone with an unprecedented brilliance.

"Go ahead and say what you want to say."

Having received Arthur's order, Sister Silent first bowed, then strode forward, facing the Imperial Guard, and began to form hand seals.

That's a speed that even a normal Astartes reaction would struggle to capture.

The shield guard company commander's face began to visibly show embarrassment.

"As psionic warfare systems are gradually integrated into advanced armed forces, the status of the Untouchables has become awkward."

Ramses couldn't help but sigh.

With the selfless help of the Eldar and various demons, he gradually summarized the rules of psionic power utilization and reduced the risks associated with it. As a result, more and more warbands, including the Dawnwing, began to integrate psionic power into their combat systems.

In addition, because the existence of reality anchors that can stabilize reality by consuming souls interferes with psionic transmission, the Untouchables, whose conventional combat capabilities are relatively weak, are destined to fade from the view of mainstream combat forces.

"Don't say that out loud."

Arthur blocked Ramses's spectator-like gaze with his body and spoke.

While the capabilities of the Untouchables are becoming increasingly limited on the front lines, they remain highly effective in handling minor chaotic contamination incidents and law enforcement activities such as dealing with out-of-control psionics.

Moreover, because the uniqueness of their souls is caused by a special gene inside their bodies, this trait can even be inherited!

They are naturally mass-produced anti-psychic units.

However, their unique souls also made them the target of discrimination.

Because the souls exist in a special black hole state, the existence of these untouchable beings does indeed kill the surrounding creatures.

Those more powerful Untouchables can even extract the souls of intelligent beings without close contact, turning the surrounding area into a dead zone, forcing them to wear suppression devices to move around.

The Wings of Dawn have always paid close attention to these Untouchables, not only recognizing their role in military affairs and maintaining social stability, but also designating a separate community for them in the capital, Dawn Star, and providing them with special suppression devices to allow these humans, who are discriminated against because of their unique soul structures, to reintegrate into society.

Ramses was outspoken, and while it was indeed true, it was still very hurtful to say such things to a group that already faced discrimination.

"I know, I know, you're the War Commander, all of this is under your jurisdiction."

Ramses waved his hand, leaving the loyalists, including Hal, with hesitant expressions.

To be honest, any soldier who has personally experienced the Great Rebellion would feel somewhat uncomfortable with this title.

Galo's gaze lingered for a moment on Arthur's golden hair, which looked as if it had been sculpted with gold, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't care who's in charge. I'm the one who arranged the psychological counselors for these veterans of the Great Expedition. You just need to keep torturing them.

Arthur silently cursed Ramses in his mind.

"Did you find what you needed?"

he asked.

"Okay, all done." Ramses didn't ask his partner if the deployment was complete.

Arthur always does his best.

“Then notify the Grey Knights to evacuate, and I will close this rift.”

The moment Arthur's hand gripped the hilt of his sword, the murderous atmosphere surrounding the Crimson Valley began to wail.

As he slowly drew his longsword, the blood energy around the blade began to distort, and an invisible force field spread like ripples, pushing the bloody aura that filled the air into the distance.

Those eerie blood droplets suspended in the atmosphere burst upon hitting the edge of the force field, turning into tiny red mists that dissipated.

Before them, the warp rift torn open by Angron's shattered weapon pulsed uneasily, like a wound that had been forcibly stitched up.

Broken chainsaw sword fragments were scattered around the altar, each piece beginning to tremble slightly, as if responding to the call of its distant master.

Their purpose in coming here, aside from the previous secondary ones, is ultimately to destroy this rift.

Even if Ramses could activate the ritual here without offerings, it would be unnecessary from any perspective.

Giving assets to the Blood God was a stupid move, and choosing Amegidodton as the battlefield was not the best option either.

Amegidodon is an important industrial world of the Empire, capable of independently producing various types of armored vehicles and multiple models of cruisers. Its production capacity ensures the combat needs of the surrounding star sector fleets and the Astrail Force, making it an indispensable part of the supply line once full-scale warfare begins.

After realizing that there was a problem around Cadia, Romulus decided not to rush into the encirclement. Instead, he began to build a supply route with the Vigilant Star as the final node, and further sorted out the route from the Dawn Sector to the Vigilant Star to enhance control.

Ramses' mission was to investigate the Chaos contamination of important planets in the Misty Sector, deploy the forces that had been mobilized in response to the Primarch's call, and establish Blackstone facilities and guard armies on key planets to limit the projection of Chaos's power into the real universe to the greatest extent possible.

They've now marched all the way to Amigiddon, not far from the Fenris system, and the Astral Army and Sector Defense Fleets are gradually coming under the unified command of the Dawnwings.

Arthur refused to believe that the other side could keep enduring.

Let's see who gets anxious.
Do you think you can stall for time with us while you're in a state of chaos?

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The Grey Knights gradually withdrew from the crimson vortex, their silver armor still radiating the residual heat of the warp.

One of the soldiers had a broken brass chain hanging from his shoulder armor, which made a crisp clanging sound with each step.

Click!

A Khorne Soul Grinder, pieced together from gears and flesh, had just escaped the rift when it disintegrated the moment it stepped into the real universe.

Its metal frame twisted and deformed as if crushed by an invisible giant hand, and its rotting internal organs and engine oil splattered onto the scorched earth.

"My lord, how much longer?"

Hal took a deep breath, savoring the pure taste of blood, and a cold, rational anger began to rise within him.

His fingers unconsciously clenched, and the master-grade power gloves covering them crackled, as if checking the weapon's temperature.

"almost."

Ramses raised a hand, his gaze passing over Hal's shoulder and landing on the distorted shadows in the distance.

The figure, gradually becoming enraged by the resolute yet unstoppable expulsion.

The Blood God doesn't care about victory; he only cares about blood, war, and the hatred that burns each other to ashes in the clash of weapons.

The leader of this encirclement was patient and willing to devise a more detailed plan, but his allies clearly did not share this view.

"They won't be able to hold out much longer."

(End of this chapter)