This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 313 Ernesto de la Cruz: A Wonderful Start Ever
Romulus stood in the center of the halo, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He was acutely aware of his current predicament.

He is both a player and the most prominent piece on the chessboard.

Countless scarlet marks flickered on the holographic sand table, surrounding the lone blue dot like a swarm of bloodthirsty sharks, like a lone boat in a storm. He simply straightened his shoulder armor calmly, as if those flickering red dots were just as illusory as they were at that moment.

"De la Cruz".

Looking at the incredibly handsome Romulus, Arthur couldn't help but speak to the Invincible Guard not far away:

"I think you can start working on rehabilitation now. If possible, I will ask Ramses to find a way to get the people back from the Emperor."

This legendary guard is indeed short-handed, after all, they are all 10,000-year-old veterans, and there is no fresh blood to replenish them. In addition, a group of them have been assigned to guard Guilliman in Makula.

Even with veterans from other legions like Gara occasionally filling in, the numbers were still far from sufficient.

"Understood, sir!"

De la Cruz straightened his back and slammed his fist into the power armor, producing a resounding clang.

This overly serious response made Romulus stiffen, and the atmosphere he had just carefully created vanished instantly.

The Primarch turned his head and looked at Arthur, his expression a mix of helplessness and amusement.

"Master Ya, you really know how to tell corny jokes."

"Of course."

Arthur shrugged.

He wasn't simply joking, of course.

Unlike the Primarch Guard of other Legions, which were more symbolic than functional.

The ever-victorious army really can play a role.

Whether it's the Blood Guard of the Blood Angels, Morlock of the Iron Hands, or the Sun Guard of the Word Bearers, you see that they either watch helplessly as their Primarchs are gone, or they sell out their Primarchs on the spot and run away.

Take another look at the Ever-Victorious Army?
Guilliman may not be considered weak, but he always ends up in the ICU for various reasons.

Every opportunity to enter the ICU was earned by Chang Shengjun with his own flesh and blood.

Whether it was taking over command promptly after the Primarch was thrown into outer space during the Battle of Coss, or rescuing Guilliman who was fighting in a vacuum environment at the first opportunity.

He also rescued and transferred Guilliman, who had been defeated in a duel with Angron, during the Battle of Nukelia.

Or perhaps it was to save Guilliman from being killed by Forgrim's sword during the Battle of Thessalonian.

The victorious soldiers all fulfilled their duties perfectly.

Especially the last time.

A group of Astartes first forced back the Ascended Primarchs with a sudden burst of concentrated firepower, and then the main force pressed forward, risking their lives to block the advancing Vograim.

Then, they contacted ships to conduct an emergency teleportation to take Guilliman away, and immediately placed him into a stasis field to drive the fleet out of the encirclement and retreat.

The rescue measures were carried out in one go, without the slightest error in any operation, as if they had been rehearsed a thousand times.

If he had been even slightly slower, Guilliman wouldn't have ended up in the ICU, but in the morgue.

As the Terminator elite of this legendary guard, their duty is to be the invincible guardians of the Primarch Guard, and their reliability is beyond question.

This group of warriors is probably the only group in the entire galaxy that studies "how to clean up after a Primarch goes berserk?" as a serious tactic, and actually manages to rescue people after a Primarch has successfully committed suicide.

Especially for time travelers who know the entire historical process, their attitude towards this original body guard is completely different from that of other guards that are more inclined to be ceremonial guards.

Romulus pondered for a moment and suddenly thought of having Delacroix and the others write a summary so that the other guards could learn from it.

"Of course, there's no need to worry too much."

Arthur noticed the subconscious tension in Delacroix stemming from his past experiences and offered words of comfort:

“Unlike Guilliman, who is isolated and helpless, Romulus’s actions will be accompanied by us. This is just a test of strategic objectives against Chaos. Don’t put too much pressure on him.”

"If we really expect Romulus to put in all his strength to face the enemy head-on, then we have failed in our duty."

"I understand, my lord."

After a brief period of tension, Ernesto de la Cruz, having calmly analyzed the situation using his past perspective, clearly understood that the current situation was entirely acceptable.

First of all, Lord Romulus was not forced into a situation where he had to duel with other Primarchs. This operation was only to test the enemy's unpredictable route and its excessive size, and to gain the initiative in the war by probing their weaknesses.

Secondly, Lord Romulus is not fighting alone. He doesn't have to command the fleet, remotely control the construction of Alteramar, be responsible for the conflicts on the planet's surface, or fight one-on-one with other traitorous brothers.

He now has three extremely reliable partners, and four brilliant stars have formed a close constellation.

Thinking of this, De la Cruz instinctively showed a look of emotion.

There's a sense of overwhelming gratitude, like someone who's finally tasted a proper meal after eating so much shit.

Who were Guilliman's teammates back then? The Lion King from the Second Empire, needless to say, was just too much of a comedic relief when he was with Guilliman.

The distrust between the two sides led to Coz infiltrating Macragge and killing countless people, including Lady Eudon, Lord Guilliman's foster mother.

During the establishment of the Second Reich, they disobeyed orders and unilaterally issued extinction orders to planets in their own way, infuriating Lord Guilliman and resulting in a complete lack of trust between the two sides.

After the Great Rebellion ended, the angels died, the Lion King lay on his deathbed, and the Raven King and Fulgan had disappeared. The only Primarchs remaining besides Guilliman were Dorne, the Wolf King, and the Khan.

Dorn is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He may test you with his words, but he'll actually help you find a solution.

The wolf king is outwardly warm but inwardly cold. He may appear carefree and savage, laughing heartily, but he might be secretly testing your luck.

The Khan is cold on the outside and cold on the inside; he not only tests your horse verbally, but also in his heart.

Because of the Astartes and personal interactions, these individuals had very strained relationships with Guilliman at the time.

Otherwise, why would Guilliman have chosen to pursue Forgrim alone back then?
It was all because the Wolf King couldn't command, the Khan couldn't find anyone, and Dorn was still arguing with that bunch of Guilliman bastards within the Legion, while also keeping an eye on Perturabo's movements.

Despite having so many reliable brothers, when it came to facing Forgrim, not a single one of them could be counted on.

Not like now.

"Yes, I personally agree. Protecting you is my duty."

Arthur finally made a decision.

He was always full of patience if something truly needed to be done.

"I agree."

Ramses emerged from a warp rift, clutching an Eldar prophet in his hand.

He also received a document from Romulus and is currently dealing with the security risks.

Although the Usvi Ark has shown an attitude of cooperation and mutual benefit, it is well known that an Ark world is not like the Dawn Wings, where they have a single voice. The various organizations under its command all have their own ideas.

Not to mention that the Eldar are a fickle race.

"I'll listen to Lao Luo."

The angel then raised his hand.

He's got his brain all rented out, so he has to follow orders.

"Alright, leave the details to me."

Romulus plopped back into his seat.

After completing the consent process for the 'bait plan,' the three partners immediately dispersed to attend to their own affairs, leaving the execution arrangements entirely to him.

Angels' wings swept across the bridge dome, the mage dragged the Eldar prophet back into the warp rift, and the knight vanished after taking a step back.

Everything was handed over to the ruler.

They will choose to comply.

Having witnessed the lightning-fast transit method and the efficiency of the time travelers without any wrangling, Gara, somewhat shocked, slightly turned her head and glanced at Delacus's profile without making a sound.

The mask had been put on at some point.

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He always felt that beneath that serious mask was a face with its mouth stretched to the sky.
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at the same time
Eye of Fear, Midgard in the Demon Forge, Blood God's Wasteland

A struggle that began ten thousand years ago is still ongoing.

"Perturabo!"

The sound contained an unending rage, making the sulfurous air tremble.

"Angron".

The voice carried an arrogant and cold tone, as if looking down on someone.

Foghrim leaned against a bronze pillar stained with blood, his slender fingers toying with a struggling demon soul. His purple-gold armor rippled with light laughter, and every inch of his scales opened and closed with the arrival of pleasure.

Above the wasteland, three distinct warp storms are vying for dominance: the crimson flames of the Blood God, the eerie storms of Tzeentch, and the psychedelic aurora of Slaanesh intertwine to form a blasphemous totem.

The lava gushing from the cracks in the ground illuminated two enormous figures entangled together.

How many times have you two fought?

The voice was very frivolous, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

With a sarcastic tone, as if watching a farcical play.

(End of this chapter)