This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 327 The Preview of the Grand Curtain Has Ended
As if Om Messiah had answered Kaul's prayer, communications from the Dawn Fleet were connected to Tarasin's central processor.

[Return to the fleet, we need to discuss this in person, and I'll also take Karna with me.]

It was a very brief communication, but Tarachin, who was used to a life of wandering, obviously took it seriously.

"It seems the prelude to the main event has ended."

The great sage in the green robe looked regretful, his gaze lingering on Kaul's body for a moment before he quickly bid him farewell and headed towards the surface.

Kaul finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued to control the thousands of black stone arrays.

On the surface of Qadia, Tarasin easily found Karna, who was inspecting the local deployment.

Compared to the other three, who either stay in the office or are elusive 'Primarchs', the angels' activities are much more grounded; you can often find them among mortals.

Karna left the fortress through the Petitioners' Gate and then walked along the road through the courtyard, followed by two members of the Holy Blood Guard.

In the half-empty hall, under the candlelight within frosted glass domes, groups of petitioners waited, while uniformed guards and Astartes processed their pleas.

Most of the petitioners were senior citizens or retired soldiers.

Karna knew that their proposals would likely involve reasonably increasing rations for the front lines, allocating more medical supplies, allowing the elderly, infirm, and disabled members to evacuate to the safe areas of the rear fortresses, or even volunteering to go to the front lines themselves.

As the Blackstone Array gradually unfolds, at least those fortified cities built around obelisks no longer need to worry too much about a great demon emerging from the sewers, and can focus more on resisting threats from the wasteland.

But the shadow of war always loomed over everyone.

Everyone knows that the current calm is just a prelude to an even more turbulent storm.

Astartes is assisting with the matter, and the government officials are quite exhausted.

Karna was reviewing the oversights in the local rations, and then using the materialization of his soul to make up for these oversights. The Holy Blood Guard beside him would record these losses and then compare them with those of the Ultramarines.

This is wartime, a time of war, and anyone who wants to do more for humanity must bear a heavier burden.

His appearance caused a stir and a murmur.

Most people carefully avoided eye contact, but he noticed a few people considering approaching him.

It seems that years of fighting side by side have given them the courage to prevail.

Karna responded with a smile.

It was a small group of people, a group of men and women of different ages and from different places, who seemed to be representatives of various districts, standing around the edge of the stone benches next to the archway.

On the stone bench sat infants in swaddling clothes and elderly people whose age was visibly apparent.

As the angel passed by, a man stood up and walked toward him.

It's Ferdinand.

"grown ups--"

The retired Kashezin guard, who had suffered brainstem damage, blocked his way.

"I will only take one minute of your time, sir."

Ferdinand pleaded, bowing slightly, revealing a metal prosthetic leg at the bottom of his trousers.

"Please say."

Karna replied.

He stopped, then turned around and noticed the other person's hesitant expression.

"Is this a request to participate in battlefield deployment?"

The angel asked gently, while observing the men and women.

Compared to the truly elderly, weak, sick, and disabled, these Cardia people, ranging in age from 12 to 50, do not appear to have any obvious physical defects.

Karna's gaze lingered on the women whose bellies were slightly protruding.

In Kadia, everyone is a soldier.

In Cardia, even pregnant women can kill. These female warriors maintain full combat effectiveness even before giving birth, so they were counted as combat units in the past under extreme circumstances. In Cardia, extreme situations are ubiquitous and randomly occur.

This is a truly heartbreaking reality.

"Yes, my lord."

Ferdinand replied:

"We hope to form a separate guard for regional deployment, and the General Staff can handle our resettlement."

The veteran was also aware that there were physiological differences between them and the regular army, and that with the Dawn Wings' almost reckless investment in the Cardians, those untrained minors were finding it difficult to integrate into the mechanized forces.

Therefore, he was well aware that his group of members could not be integrated into the regular army through insertion.

Karna's gaze swept across the crowd and landed on a young pregnant woman. The metal tag hanging from her waist, passed down from her father, was oxidized and blackened, with the words "Kadia No. 43 'Broken Sword' - Kwek Allen" faintly visible on it.

"The war is not yet so critical that you need to go to the front lines."

Karna said.

The sign swayed gently with the pregnant woman's breathing.

I hope it won't happen again.

he thinks.

"However, I support the plan to assemble members who still retain some combat capability into a guard. The rear also needs you to maintain order and form sufficient combat capability. Sergeant Tycho will use my authority to listen to your proposal and issue you permission."

Tycho Brahe, a young man and one of the Blood Guard, was discovered by Dante to possess potential beyond that of a warrior. Dante then sent him to Karna's side to study alongside Cypatus and others.

He glanced at Karna while still processing the report.

"grown ups?"

He tried to inquire about the specifics.

“Listen to their proposals, seal them with my mark, and just make sure that their proposals don’t contain anything too unreasonable.”

"By what standard, sir?"

Company Commander Tycho asked.

"You are free to judge."

Karna said this, then turned and left without saying anything more.

In the corner behind him, Tarasin was constantly taking notes.

The great collector's metal fingers gently adjusted the focus. He had a particular fondness for the human brilliance that civilizations displayed in times of crisis, which was a rare treasure in the vast universe.

"You are as kind as ever, Lord Karna."

The green-robed sage couldn't help but offer his compliments.

There's no need to rank our actions.

Karna shook his head in response to Tarasin's flattery.

"I need to thank my partners even more, because their presence allows me to focus on what I can do and what I'm good at."

Without the other three carrying the burden, he would probably have been crushed by the endless pressure by now. After all, he really couldn't think of how to coordinate the various forces, study strategic deployments, analyze scientific research results, or figure out how to decipher the mysterious subspace.

After secretly congratulating himself on the comprehensiveness and reliability of their savior team, Karna nodded slightly to the Great Sage.

"Let's go."

Karna certainly knew why Tarashin was here; there was no reason for his friend to inform an alien without informing him.

The main problem is that the current defense system of the Dawn is simply too overpowered. Without his face recognition, Tarasin probably wouldn't be able to get to the bridge alive.

(End of this chapter)