This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 330 The Opponent's Movements

The World Eater walked along the avenue toward the bridge of the Conqueror, where hooded Mechanicus monks knelt along the roadside.

The binary hymn incorporates the names of warriors, singing praises to the dark side of the revered Omniscient God.

The World Eaters strode forward, their heavy footsteps drowned out by the even more violent tremors.

On the projection screens in those corridors, battleships clashed with each other, ramming, shelling, torpedoes, and lasers tearing at each other's defenses. Below, on the nearby Cadia, through the clouds briefly dispersed by the explosions, one could see the long fortresses stretching from the southern part of the planet to the equator.

Although it is far away, it is still magnificent and has been difficult to conquer.

The regent of the World Eaters, the 'Oathbreaker' Kosorax, nodded slightly to these sages through his chosen puppet.

Kosolax had little affection for the Mechanicus, much like he did for the demons, but at this moment they were useful tools. These locusts, whose greedy nature remained unchanged even after plunging into darkness, possessed the machinery, supplies, and surplus manpower needed for this war.

Therefore, expressing full respect can ensure that their most capricious and unpredictable ally chooses to offer their full support.

"Your Excellency the Regent."

A mechanical sage stepped forward to greet him.

This title made Kosolax feel exceptionally comfortable.

"The Creator Cult welcomes you."

She said.

"This is completely unnecessary."

He replied.

"This is just a simple routine. I think the Iron Lord has already assigned you tasks. This is a waste of efficiency."

"We have received it."

She said.

"The list is long and detailed, and while we have abundant resources, they are not inexhaustible."

Kosolax frowned; he understood what the sage meant.

His voice lowered, and he spoke in a threatening tone:

"I believe our Steel Lord has made it clear that this is a generous assistance to him, as well as a necessary cost before achieving strategic objectives."

"Yes, he did indeed communicate through passwords and clever encryption."

The mechanical sage paused. She didn't believe in Peturabo; with someone behind her, she always lacked a certain necessary reverence.

"He is very fluent in our language."

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Kosolax probably understood what these sages meant.

If no breakthrough is found in the war, they will refuse to invest any more resources.

"That's exactly why I've come here."

Kosolax stated bluntly that they did indeed need a breakthrough.

To be honest, it takes thousands of Astartes to conquer a fortress, and even if the other side left it to fight, it would take decades.

He, who longed for a glorious death, could no longer tolerate the status quo.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Regent."

Upon receiving the response, the mechanical sage immediately bowed, and the moment he stopped, he was left behind by Kosorax.
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"Lord Perturabo!"

The massive holographic projection of the star battlefield slowly rotated in mid-air.

The war blacksmiths were busy under the command of the Iron Lord.

Kosolax was not an expert in naval warfare, but he could still see that, under Peturabo's personal command, the Iron Warriors had not been at a disadvantage in the battle for air superiority over Cardia.

This is indeed true compared to the exaggerated battle damage on the ground.

Upon noticing Kosorax's arrival, the Iron Lord immediately raised his head.

The busy steel warriors experienced a visibly slowed-down state, as if their brains had suddenly lost connection.

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Peturabo's silence was deafening. But he was clearly used to it.

Compared to his fickle and unpredictable allies, these obedient offspring, while still not of much use to the Iron Lord, are not as disliked as he might think.

Peturabo waved his hand with a concise gesture, indicating that he had resumed command, before settling back onto the unadorned Iron Throne and looking at Kosorax.

Face-to-face communication was outdated, but in the current situation where Peturabo had to expend a great deal of authority to maintain the fleet's communication advantage, it became the most reliable way to communicate.

Because demons have become unreliable, and under the threat of Ramses, the formless and shapeless lord, the fleet, which relies heavily on demon hosts for communication, is spreading false information in droves.

It seems that going to the park, where no one has ever lived to depict this scene, is far more threatening than becoming a furnace that is the engine of demons.

And so do their allies.

"What do you want to say, Kosorax? I hope it won't be bad news like what happened to Fogrem."

The sons of emperors, their most fickle and unpredictable allies.

The return of Forgrim brought together more than 50,000 sons of the Emperor, as well as a large fleet led by the Glory Queen, the Imperial Pride, including 18 battleships, which was comparable to the combined fleets of several star sectors.

However, this fighting force is currently holed up in the asteroid belt near the Eye of Fear, hiding the secret weapons they unearthed from a remnant planet, and shows no intention of contributing whatsoever.

Just like their chaotic master.

Having done too much risk-free trading, I'm now finding it hard to accept losses, so I'm still observing and fighting against the greed in my heart.

Kosolax thought of the Dark Mechanicus sage inside the bridge who had just been probing him.

He looked around, then at Peturabo, and asked.

"Is it possible that Fulgrim is planning to renege on his promise?"

No answer.

For a moment, Kosolax could clearly hear the slowed breathing of the Iron Warriors around him.

He shrugged nonchalantly.

This regent has never shown any respect for certain Primarchs. He may have been subservient to them when he needed their help, but his personal contempt was never concealed.

He was able to resist the devastation of the Butcher's Nails, the temptation of the forces of Chaos, and reunite the scattered World Eaters into an army.

He looked down on Angron, and naturally he looked down on Fugrim as well.

"If he dares, I wouldn't mind killing him again."

The Lord of Iron replied calmly, which made people unconsciously believe that he really would do that.

"Then I will charge ahead."

Kosolax simply stated that this marked the end of his probing of the Primarch.

He really needs a leader with enough determination, and he has to consider whether this might be the only opportunity he'll ever have.

Then, ignoring their fickle allies, he submitted his report.

"This is my observation report, which roughly determines the scope of those adults' soul collection and their influence on the chaotic rituals of various parties."

During this time, the Regent of the World Eaters also continuously transported troops to the surface through small portals, sending away almost all of his pure killing machines.

"Among them, Lord Arthur's influence range is the smallest, and it will further shrink in the areas where he is active in the warp, but his strength is also the most terrifying. Even the chosen ones find it difficult to leave his domain. The largest range belongs to Lord Ramses. The soul recovery around Kadia should be built around him and Lord Karna."

"As for Lord Romulus, he is very mysterious. Under the protection of the Eternal Expedition, it is preliminarily speculated that this is related to his observation range."

This is the reward that Kosolax received for sacrificing nearly ten thousand lives.

He submitted a series of combat footage, which was collected by recovering the combat equipment of the frontline soldiers. The most numerous of these footage belonged to Karna and Arthur. From the dispelled spells and the warriors who fell safely, one could roughly see the range of influence of the Primarchs.

To be honest, Kosolax felt genuine envy for the deaths of these soldiers.

Unlike the demons' fear of death, he felt that eternal sleep was the ending he longed for.

Suppressing the rising sense of urgency in his heart, Kosolax concluded.

"Therefore, Lord Peturabo, surface sacrifice is almost impossible."

No one is stupid. Upon discovering the characteristics of those four, almost any commander with a modicum of sense knew that the ancient Chaos's method of relying on sacrificing souls to sustain war was no longer viable.

(End of this chapter)