This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 337 Who do you take me for? Run me over!
"grown ups."

Fricks' voice rang out from the command room.

He stared intently at the tactical screen in front of him, his knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure. His extensive combat experience told him that Kosolax's fate was sealed.

However, Peturabo still looked exhausted.

Fricks couldn't help but speak up to remind him.

"Do we need to provide support for the Conqueror?"

"No need."

Peturabo raised his hand in a gesture of cessation, barely managing to spare a sliver of energy from his jumbled thoughts to respond.

"Then we-"

"A normal retreat, sending a message. That's the Glory Queen; she won't be sunk so easily."

Peturabo gave the order decisively, a cold glint in his eyes, interrupting his son's doubts.

"But Kosolax."

Frix was well aware of the importance the Father of Genesis placed on the World Eater Regent, an importance that was almost common knowledge among the Iron Lord's offspring.

Fricks also considered him a respectable leader.

He had experienced the psychological effects of the battle between Angron and Sainteles during the Great Rebellion, and thus felt the suffering of the World Eaters. He did not believe he could have been sober in that situation.

"Precisely because he is Kosolax."

Perturabo stared intently at the screen, his gaze fixed on the flagships of the warbands mixed within the main fleet.

“Our first attempt at low Earth orbit failed. Although the result was disappointing, it was still within acceptable limits. Whether Kosolax chooses to persevere or back down, he has the potential to reach his full potential.”

For once, the Lord of Iron offered an explanation for his offspring.

He liked Kosorax very much. If the commanders of the World Eaters were all warriors like him, then Nhon would definitely not be able to stop their offensive in Saturn, and they would surely be able to break into the Royal Sanctuary.

Of course, this is impossible.

Angron destroyed this legion, these fine warriors, simply because he could not destroy the Emperor.

He can only destroy himself and things weaker than himself.

Peturabo despised his brother, and also despised this band of followers.

But there was one person who was different.

The Blood God is roaring.

The echoes of this grand war across the Sea of ​​Souls pleased the Blood God greatly.

But the Blood God still hesitated; He needed more, more precious sacrifices to exert His power in reality.

He wanted to see a breakthrough in this back-and-forth fighting, to push the war to a higher climax and bleed more blood!

Peturabo watched the Conqueror, which was engaged in fierce combat with the Eternal Expedition, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

He was wondering what Kosolax would do.

This young World Eater possesses qualities that are almost nonexistent in the souls of Astartes.

Resistance.

To rebel against something stronger, bigger, and more authoritative than himself.

So what will he do?
"Let me see what you'll do."

While keeping an eye on the flagships of those warbands, Peturabo looked at the 'Conqueror'.
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The bridge of the HMS Conqueror.

"So your honor as war dogs is to run away like stray dogs every time you're defeated?"

The question silenced the World Eaters around him, who were furious about the war's defeat.

"Sergeant Kosolax, we should retreat."

A woman in a white military uniform issued a warning.

"What if I say no?"

With his arms deeply embedded in the steel surrounding the pool of blood, the Regent of the World Devourer stared intently at Captain Salyn.

The Conqueror made several attempts to kill Kosorax, especially after the appearance of Angron.

He had lost count of how many times the decks he happened to pass through had experienced explosive decompression, lost power, or had their gravity systems mysteriously reversed.

Wherever he is, the terminal is prone to spontaneous combustion, and in any specific area where he appears, the incidence of plasma leakage in the lower layer, furnace overpressure, and suicide events increases significantly.

Then the demon will descend and try to kill the ship's true owner.

The Conqueror is a beast, always trying to turn around and bite the leather strap around its neck.

Every day brings an uprising from the hold, with demons inciting a tribe of sailors in some corner to launch expeditions to densely populated areas in search of blood.

“You have no right to interfere with my commands. If you have any questions about these orders, you are welcome to discuss them with Kahn.”

"Saline said coldly."

Kosolax looked around, seemingly intending to find the legend among the World Eaters scattered across the bridge.

What about Kahn?
Kahn didn't come.

The Blood God will not allow him to come!

"Or we can simply summon Lord Angron."

Kosolax burst out laughing.

Salyn glared at him.

"what about you!"

The laughter paused, and Kosolax suddenly turned around, scanning the area around the bridge.

"Red Binder" Akhor, the commander of the 14th Company of the World Eaters, personally conquered eighty-eight worlds during the Great Expedition.

Raylokai, a highly respected World Eater apothecary, is part of a team that painstakingly delivers new blood to the suffering World Eaters.

Lydis, captain of the first Dalian assault team of the World Eaters, charged forward during the Siege of Terra. In a duel with a Dark Angel champion, he and his entire unit were thrown into the warp by a rift weapon. When he reappeared in the sight of his colleagues, he was alone, wearing shoulder armor with a winged sword insignia.

Ingram, Terran, War Hound, Crimson Butcher
Ettore, one of the twelve Devourers of Glory
"How much longer are you going to run?"

He roared at these predecessors whom he hadn't even been worthy of meeting ten thousand years ago.

These warriors, renowned since ten thousand years ago, looked at each other, suppressing the impulses in their minds, trying to understand what Kosorax intended to express and what he wanted them to do.

Kosolax looked at his predecessors, lost in slaughter and suffering, with mockery and resentment in his eyes.

It is tragic.

a long time--

As the Eternal Expedition's cannon fire once again shook the warship's hull, Kosolax spoke.

“I don’t remember the glory of the War Dogs.” “I was just a soldier recruited from an ordinary world. I was forcibly conscripted, indoctrinated with the idea of ​​fighting for the Empire, believed in the Empire’s ideals, and then became a World Eater.”

"Then I was nailed to the butcher's nail and thrown into one battlefield after another."

Kosolax tapped his head, the metal ring of the Butcher's Nail echoing hollowly through the bridge.

"Then we launched the Istvan massacre."

"Then we launched a major rebellion."

"And then we lost."

The Regent's sharp words made many World Devourers clench their fists.

"Then I was abandoned by my company commander, Shaka, who left me to fend for myself on the battlefield."

Kosolax's pride as a world devourer was shattered at that moment.

"I also do not know the so-called glory of the World Devourer."

"If glory means wreaking havoc in a conquered world and then abandoning your comrades to flee after a defeat, then I'd rather not have it!"

Angron calls himself a rebel; let's see how he does it.

The World Eaters call themselves warriors, so let's see how they actually do it.
Angron loathed the Emperor, so he killed the Royal Guard, tortured his sons, and slaughtered five hundred worlds, but dared not raise his sword against the Emperor.

The Devourer of Worlds takes pride in obedience, and thus throws himself into slaughter and sacrifices to evil gods. Whenever he loses a war, he transforms into birds and beasts and scatters in all directions.

A series of questions silenced the World Devourer.

“Astartes shouldn’t be like this, at least not as warriors.”

Kosolax no longer knew what glory was, nor did he have the chance to experience what true glory was.

But he didn't want to run away anymore.

Glory is not blind obedience, not slaughter, not self-deceptive escape, and not becoming a foil to a more dazzling opponent in the flames of war.

Kosolax simply wanted to prove himself through his actions, to prove that he wasn't trash, and to prove that the World Eaters he joined weren't trash either.

He wanted to prove that the World Eaters were also warriors capable of turning the tide of battle.

They shouldn't be slaves.

But look at this group of people in front of him, and look at Salyn, who is still ordering him to retreat.

I despise you!

"Kosolax said loudly."

His crimson body rose, but he was far less strong than these blessed beasts.

But when the beasts met those clear eyes, they all looked away as if trying to escape.

"Because I was the only one there who defied my fate."

"The butcher's nail tried to take away my reason, so I resisted and fought back with reason."

“Angron wanted to take my place and drag me down to the bottom of the legion. I rebelled and seized his flagship and army.”

Kosolax walked forward, his massive feet treading on a carpet of blood.

Kosolax felt the pain of the Butcher's Nail return.

And the situation is worse than before.

He gritted his teeth, determined to defeat it as if it were the only thing that had ever happened.

"I am far stronger than any of you!"

The Regent glared at everyone present, every single commander.

They once had a chance to escape Angron, but they brought suffering back with them.

They once had the opportunity to rebel against Angron, but then they stood against the loyalists.

They had a chance to escape Angron, a chance to defy fate, and then they conspired with Salyn and Karn to gather these warriors together and murder them.

There are always opportunities, but I always just go with the flow.

They don't have the guts to sacrifice themselves for war, but they do have the guts, and a great deal of guts, to use war to commit massacres and vent their anger!

“You are losers. You never fought back, so you have nothing.”

"The Devourer of Worlds has only one chance to become great, and that is now!"

Kosolax pressed his fist to his chest and then roared.

"Follow my orders and do not run away again."

"This is rebellion."

The woman in white scolded him.

"Hesitant and pretentious."

He turned and walked toward Salyn, toward her body that was restrained on the bridge.

"A pitiful creature with nothing, who doesn't even have the resolve to sacrifice."

Kosolax swung his axe, but his attempt to resist failed.

Blood spurts.

"you--"

Salin's figure flickered for a moment, then vanished completely.

Everyone looked at Kosolax, and then at the trembling tumor on the bridge command throne.

They drew their weapons.
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The Conqueror chose to descend.

As observed by the Eternal Expedition, this perpetually enraged ship roared, abandoning all offensive means, channeling all its energy into the Void Shield, and then crashing straight into the ground.

Among the three fortresses that are still resisting, there is the Cuckoo Fortress, guarded by the Seraphim Karna.

"Go down."

Kosolax held onto the edge of the bridge.

"Go down!"

He growled as he watched the view descend, the blood-red portholes of the bridge, scorched by the atmosphere, being coated with a layer of burning gold.

They will be the clarion call of attack, the spearhead that will push this war to a new stage.

They will force the Blood God to intervene; they are able to create this opportunity simply because they are the Devourers of Worlds.

Show it to us.

What does a truly destitute mad dog look like?
(End of this chapter)