This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 321 Let's wait and see
"now I understand."

He said.

“You have always been a warrior, and I admit you are a good warrior. You also want to reclaim your honor as a warrior, to prove your identity, that you are not one of those trash pickled by the warp, not a slave, but an Astartes warrior.”

"I have always been."

Kosolax said.

"I disdain lying. I yearn to write this history, to etch our names in this war with sword and fire, just like in the Great Crusade, to fight as pure warriors. We don't care about the outcome, we only ask that the legion participate in this great battle, even if destruction awaits us."

"That's why I'm here, and that's why I want to ask you to conspire with me."

The regent of the World Eater responded loudly.

"If you choose to back down, then I will leave."

"If you choose to attack, you won't even see their hulls."

Kosolax stiffened his neck and stared at Peturabo.

"We have no better opportunity than now, sir."

Undoubtedly, he is questioning the Primarch.

Yes, they had no better chances.

Perturabo did not believe he could unite the remaining Chaos forces by force in the future, nor did he believe his brothers, who had gradually gained control of the Misty Starfield, would do nothing.

Their opponents will only continue to grow stronger, and if they had to pick a moment when they are most vulnerable, it would be now.

But only one person dared to say it.

Peturabo's gaze swept over the silent Frick and Falk.

If Danteok were here, that would be great.

Peturabo thought so.

"Yes, there is no better opportunity than now."

The Iron Lord's voice calmed down once more.

He now thinks much more highly of Abaddon, and the title of Chaos Warmaster is now considered quite prestigious.

“You understand, I understand, even they know it.”

He reached out and patted Kosolax on the shoulder.

"That's precisely why we need to retreat."

not the right time yet.

Looking at the star map where only the steel warriors were exerting their power, the figure, who had regained his composure, shook his head with a cold smile.

It's too early to bet everything now; there are still many pieces on the board to move.

"You mean..."

Kosorax realized what was happening and finally caught up with the Primarch's thought process.

"Yes."

Peturabo's response was brief and forceful.

After anger came the necessary strategy. He was indeed furious at the incompetence of these followers of the Four Gods, but he also knew how to exploit the greed of the Four Gods to achieve his own goals.

"This concerns both of us. This is an achievement we both yearn for. Forget our opponent's brilliant strategy, forget the loyalist reinforcements. Time is our ally's greatest enemy; it will weaken and erode your brothers' lives and patience."

"Gather your troops and do your best to minimize your losses."

Then, the Lord of Steel, Peturabo, did something most terrifying that none of the war blacksmiths had ever seen before. He laughed.

Let's wait and see.
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December 7, 773 - Gates of Cardia

As the Unyielding Front, led by Romulus, unfolded, fleets from various star sectors began to set sail for their pre-planned strategic targets.

The Calissis Sector fleet, destined to be plagued by misfortune, has just completed its final maintenance on the Agrippina Forge World.

Disaster struck Mandeville as predicted.

A chain reaction suddenly occurred in the plasma core of a newly commissioned Narrative-class battleship, and the explosion tore a huge subspace rift in Mandeville.

This explosion not only destroyed five warships in the subspace storm, but also caused serious damage to the 23 accompanying vessels.

In addition, a company of Ranger Knights Space Marines, acquired by the Ronin Merchants, 15 Astrail Infantry Regiments, and war machines belonging to two Knight Families also suffered considerable losses.

Initial investigation reports indicated that this was an accident caused by a change in orders, while the Calissis Sector believed it was a testing error by Agrippina in the world-forging process. Agrippina, however, disagreed, arguing that it was an operational error by the Imperial Navy itself, since the two fleets they had previously delivered to the Primarchs were intact.

However, after leading the investigation team to land on the wreckage of the warship, Judge Aglaia raised a different opinion.

"This is very likely a deliberate act of sabotage caused by chaotic molecules."

Inside the Emperor-class battleship 'Dawn', the Inquisitor, accompanied by a killing squad consisting of Ultramarines Titus, Dark Angels Belial, and Flesh Rippers Gabriel Seth, proceeded along the path, constantly communicating with the accompanying Grey Knight officer Diego.

"During their investigation of the core area, the Grey Knights discovered traces of a Khorne demon known as Sarum, who first appeared during the Great Rebellion and claimed to be the demon that appeared when the first killing weapon in the universe was created."

Diego handed over his investigation materials; this elite Grey Knight had completed his task long ago.

The judge, with his head bowed, was constantly verifying the information on it.

"I think"

Aglaia's boots suddenly hovered in mid-air, as if they had hit an invisible wall.

Realizing that the psychic blockade in her brain had failed, she immediately fell silent.

A force of untouchables blocked the way for the group.

"Sir, please stop."

The leader of the Silent Messengers extended a pale, corpse-like hand, with a gene scanner embedded in its palm.

Aglaia silently removed her arm armor, revealing her forearm with prominent veins.

Her entourage, besides Astartes, included two battle nuns and a Mechanicus agent, all of whom extended their arms in agreement.

As the needle pierced the vein, the judge gazed at the pristine, gleaming bulkhead.

Preliminary investigation reports have been sent back, and the fact that almost half of the strike fleet was destroyed in an accident before engaging in combat has become the most pressing issue for the entire war headquarters.

Because Agrippina had previously been in charge of the production of two Retribution-class battleships, and these two battleships had now each fulfilled their duties for a year, given the rigorous nature of the Machinists, it was almost impossible for any technical problems to arise in the Calithis fleet during maintenance.

This event not only drew the attention of the Dawnwing, but the underlying signals it contained were also keenly observed by the two officers responsible for protecting the Primarchs: Marcus, the captain of the Imperial Guard, and Delacroix, the leader of the Invincible Iron Guard.

Although the reappearance of the Primarch brought hope to the Dark Empire, as the war progressed, Romulus himself undoubtedly became the number one target of the entire galaxy.

Just like a bonfire lit on a summer night on the grassland, countless jackals, tigers, leopards, snakes, insects, and rodents all yearn to devour Romulus's life.

An accidental failure of a warship's plasma reactor, coupled with a chain reaction of explosions in the ammunition compartment and a sudden malfunction of the subspace engine, could have been enough to send the emperor's son, who was practically a god, to his grave.

Robert Guilliman, who shares a similar position with Romulus, has repeatedly failed in his missions due to various assassinations and surprise attacks.

The Primarch of the Ultramarines has a natural tendency to attract negative attention. Not only do his own allies always consider him ambitious and untrustworthy, but his enemies also target him as their most formidable opponent.

Therefore, Commander de la Cruz, who is now in charge of the Primarch's security, has forced Romulus to stop holding any more large-scale offline fan meetings and has placed the entire Dawn under heavy lockdown.

Everything is for the sake of ensuring the safety of the original.

(End of this chapter)