This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 331 The Opponent's Countermeasure (If you still have monthly tickets left at the end of the month, please give some to the kid, sob sob sob)

"That's right. Nobody's stupid. Faced with an unprecedented situation, nobody will blindly make sacrifices. They all have their own interests to pursue."

Peturabo sighed.

He couldn't help but think of Danteok, Zion, and Annouldi, the loyalists from the Great Rebellion. What were their demands?
He glanced at the battle report again, looking at those mortals who, even with their bodies entangled with molten steel, still kept their triggers on and fired at the traitors. What were they doing it for?
He couldn't help but ask in return, his dark eyes filled with contemplation. The Iron Lord, who had grown up bound by endless interests, found it difficult to understand certain demands.

“My arrival is not just to point out the hole, sir.”

Kosolax sensed Peturabo's dissatisfaction with their ally. The hydraulic system of his power armor pressurized in sync with his words, emitting a resolute groan, and he spoke:
“I will fill the hole and eradicate the problem, because at this moment, my demands are the same as yours.”

Problems are meant to be solved, not complained about.

As a qualified commander, he knew this very well.

"In past wars, my forces sent out slave-hunting teams through other smaller rifts to other star systems to plunder eighty-eight Imperial Worlds. I kept a large number of the plundered population, totaling 20 billion people."

Kosolax stated calmly that no one knew how he commanded the World Eaters to do so, nor did anyone know how he had managed to keep those bloodthirsty hounds enduring the aroma of blood until now.

"I need two Ramirez-class star fortresses and a battle group that can keep up with the Conqueror. We will complete the ceremony on the star fortresses in advance, and then, with the protection of the battle group, break through the blockade of the Dawn Fleet. Regardless of the cost, we will drop the two star fortresses from the ground and attack the landing site on Antarctica in the southern part of the planet."

As he spoke, the holographic image shifted to the war-torn surface of Kadia, with the Antarctic region flashing a blinding red light.

A landing site is essentially a combination of a giant anti-gravity facility and a large logistics center, capable of transporting troops and resources on a large scale. Large war machines such as Titans can also be deployed directly in good condition through the landing site. In extreme cases, it can even send battleships into near-Earth orbit for artillery support.

Kosolax's goal was not to occupy this place. The current state of the fleet war made it clear to him that the Chaos forces could not provide stable air support, and the Chaos forces could also rely on the more convenient portals to deploy their surface armed forces.

He wanted to destroy the landing site.

With its numerous landing sites providing a steady stream of supplies, the gap between mortals and Astartes was narrowed considerably during the brief surface battles, thanks to the virtually unlimited supply.

The Antarctic Star landing site is far from the other landing sites. As long as they occupy this place, even if no evil god is willing to contribute their power to the deployed Chaos Portal, they can disrupt the resource allocation among the surrounding fortresses under the blessing of the Chaos Tide and carry out a relatively aggressive expansion on the eve of the war.

"and then?"

Perturabo asked, “You will die after the expansion. Arthur and Karna are more decisive than my previous brothers. Your troops can only make a small splash on the surface. You can only pray for the generosity of those slave owners for the rest.”

"That's enough, sir."

Kosolax's response was calm to the point of being cold. He raised his hand to shut down the constantly alarming tactical interface. The sudden dimming of the cabin's light obscured his face in shadow, with only his eyes still gleaming with a bloodshot glow.

He looked directly at Peturabo.

"This is our demand: a battlefield worthy of glory, a breakthrough that we tear open."

"Then Forgrim will take action. He wants to conserve his strength. He wants Lord Arthur, right? He's right across the gate. All he has to do is take that first step."

Boom!

A violent explosion shook the entire warship, causing it to tilt slightly in the shockwave. Despite the wailing of the alarm, Kosolax's voice remained clear.

Amidst the fear of the Iron Warriors, Perturabo commanded the overloaded 'Ironblood' to retreat, while the metal on the surface of the Ironblood repaired the damaged areas as it flowed.

He turned to look out the porthole at the churning subspace turbulence, where the outline of some colossal creature vaguely emerged from the distorted patches of color.

"And the Four Gods, aren't they still weighing the profits? Lord Karna is right there."

Kosorax's voice was hoarse. He raised his hand to his temple as he stood on the bridge of the Conqueror. The faint clicking of the Butcher's Nail came from under his fingertips, each soft sound like a dull knife slowly scraping across his nerves.

He knew that the Primarch was the greatest test he would face, the true adversary in this form of warfare.

They were the instigators of this war, orchestrating all the offensives against Qadia to date, and commanding their troops here, giving their all in this battle.

Now they should come from the rear to the front lines and join the offensive he has planned.

The attacking side cannot compete with the defenders of Kadia in terms of manpower, even with the Iron Lord in command. The quality of the troops on both sides is worlds apart, and no matter how brilliant the Iron Lord's command is, it cannot mask the gap between the two.

The current stalemate is even more unsettling. Kosolax fears a pointless effort, fears dying a mediocre death, and fears failing to restore the Legion's glory.

Kosolax dismissed these thoughts.

Clearly, they are on the verge of defeat, but if they can hold back the enemy leader and use a large number of souls and the enemy leader himself to lure the observing Forgrim and the Four Gods into battle, they may still be able to gain a chance to catch their breath.

The regent of the World Eater doesn't care about some sacrifices.

Times have changed, but those guys whose brains are still stuck in a fog clearly haven't caught on yet.

Peturabo remained silent for a moment.

He never imagined that one day his most reliable ally would be the World Eater.

Meanwhile, Kosolax waited quietly, also lamenting the fickleness of fate.

He actually managed to get a Primarch to lower himself and listen to his advice.

Of course, theory is good, but practice is another matter.

“I’ll give you another 60 billion.” Peturabo took a deep breath and, after a brief mental simulation, approved of Kosolax’s decision.

This is unfair to the World Eaters; they are likely to become disposable cannon fodder.

But as Kosorax said, this is the Legion's demand. Only if the World Eater makes the first move will the other hunters be willing to act after seeing hope, and only then can Perturabo achieve his goal.

Fortunately, Kosolax is now in command of the World Eaters.

"I will begin preparations immediately."

Kosolax pounded his chest and then disconnected from the puppet.

Peturabo took a deep breath, his gaze lingering for a moment on Karna in the image, who was using his superior abilities to travel between the ground and the sky.

His hesitation in launching a surprise attack on Romulus to decapitate him stemmed from his fear of his brother.

As he watched the angel with its burning illusory wings once again launch the cockpit of a warhound titan into the air, then ascend into near-Earth orbit and crash into a boarded strike cruiser to conduct a counter-boarding operation, Perturabo's eyelids twitched.

Not an opponent.

Not an opponent at all.

There's nothing shameful about admitting you can't match some of your brothers in terms of strength, and Perturabo has been thinking about how to deal with Karna and Arthur, these two troublesome individuals.

If Kosorax's actions and offerings can once again incite the Blood God's greed and imprison him on Earth, he will be able to launch his next move in space.

Rumble~
The ship sent back another prolonged tremor, and the soulless puppet fell to the ground.

The Steelblood has been hit again.

Peturabo raised his head, breaking free from his brief calculations.

The war blacksmiths were hurriedly adjusting the deployment of the escort fleet, while Fricks, in the very center, had removed his helmet and was sweating profusely as he took over the redundant command data.

He was puzzled.

The enemy's tactics are too varied, sometimes with the ferocity of the Imperial Fist, and sometimes with the tight defense of the Iron Warrior.

When dealing with his organized counterattacks, the opponents are often able to anticipate his series of decisions in a short period of time, as if several war blacksmiths similar to Fricks are fighting against him.

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With a furrowed brow and a touch of numbness, the Lord of Iron once again poured all his energy into the naval battle.
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"pity."

On the Dawn, Danteok looked at the enemy's tightening formation again, sighed softly, and began to command the assault fleet to retreat.

"Perturabo actually installed the portholes, otherwise the blow that hit the hangar might have thrown him into outer space again."

Beside him, Pharax, the first chapter commander of Crimson Fist, made a sarcastic remark. As a commander who had once defeated Perturabo in naval battles, he was the chief commander of the fleet as the head of the naval command.

"He is also making progress, and we cannot underestimate him."

Danteok offered a reminder, then continued to focus intently on the battlefield's movements, offering advice to Pralax along with his colleagues.

In this bustling command center, people come and go in a constant stream.

Several officials, accompanied by soldiers, walked through the room, pulling up stacks of paper documents that resembled cargo. They were taken aback when they noticed the silver giants with black and yellow striped shoulder armor.

Those paint schemes are clearly the kind of paint jobs only their opponents would use!
Those steel warriors.

Why are they here?!

Their names were engraved on their nameplates.

Zinon, Annouldi, Narek Deguler, Orik Saxton
"That is."

Someone asked in a low voice.

"Shh!"

Someone gestured in a low voice.

They brushed past the giants who were whispering to each other, and walked side by side up the steps to higher places.

There stood a cobalt blue giant, head bowed, watching the battlefield.

He wasn't wearing a helmet, and his expression was calm yet resolute.

"An attack targeting the Antarctic Star landing site?"

Romulus rested his arms on the edge of the holographic projector, receiving the information sent back by Ramses, and squinted as he began to think about strategy.

The ruler confidently entrusted naval command to his trusted advisors.

(End of this chapter)