This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 339 Power Bows Down to You, We Don't Care About Power (10,000 words! Please give me some monthly votes, sob sob sob)
Gollum~
Gollum~
Like a gushing hot spring from the earth, eight kilometers away from the outermost ring wall of the Rhododendron Fortress, blood gushed out from the cracks, submerging the corpses and forming a blood tide stretching to the horizon. The viscous blood plasma flowed slowly under the pull of gravity, engulfing the broken armor and shattered weapons, turning them into a scarlet swamp.

The demons rose from the blood pools on the surface, their twisted forms breaking free from the sticky blood plasma. Bones and rotting flesh were reassembled by the warp energy. They plucked the corpses from the trenches, turning the remains of the dead into weapons of desecration.

As the power of the Blood God intensified, distorted shadows began to enter the material universe. Their outlines appeared and disappeared in the blood mist, their greedy and hungry gazes fixed on the two Primarchs in the distance.

Khorne's howls began to penetrate reality.

The sound was not a sound wave from the material world, but a roar that exploded directly in the depths of the soul, carrying pure killing intent and rage.

It was tinged with anger and helplessness.

The guardians of humanity turned their gaze away from the gradually coalescing demons.

These henchmen of terror deserve attention, but they are not the masters of war. Their gaze pierces through the blood and smoke, locking onto threats further afield.

They gazed at the Conqueror crashing in the distance.

The giant ship was intact, but from afar, Karna could feel her dying wails.

The defensive firepower of the Ruzan Fortress remained at full capacity, the roar of the land-based macro gun array shook the atmosphere, and barrages rained down like raindrops.

Occasionally, cannonballs that tore apart the Blood God's Blessing would fall in, but they would also disappear under the distorted light above the Void Shield.

Behind the towering walls, the defenders began their intensive operation, with soldiers running through narrow passages, their heavy footsteps mingling with the hum of machinery.

clang!
A tremor came from behind a door that was deformed by the pressure and could not be opened, and the metal frame groaned under the immense pressure.

scoff!

The metal was torn apart from the inside by the chainsaw, the saw teeth rubbing against the armor and sparking blinding sparks. Then, under the impact of a huge force, it spread and rolled outward, forming a passage as tall as a person.

A sharp claw rested on the edge of the laceration.

Blood was flowing.

A world devourer clad in bright red armor crawled out.

His armor was covered in congealed blood scabs, and heavy breathing could be heard from beneath his breathing mask.

Then came the second, the third...

countless!

They carved a path and stepped into the pool of blood.

They slashed through the Conqueror's armor, broke open gate after gate, pulled out roaring war machines, set up anti-missile facilities, and were protected by the Void Shield and the Blood God's Blessing as they assembled and formed ranks.

Unable to suppress their bloodlust, the Skull Hunters took the lead in executing these chaotic souls.

Some wanted to claim the honor of being the first to ascend, but were stopped by their leader who relied on past authority.

They looked toward the bridge with a complex mix of emotions—doubt, respect, and resentment—their breathing beneath their helmets heavy and rumbling, yet none of them made a move.

Everyone is waiting.

Over thousands of years, countless beings who devour the world have fallen into ruin, and countless have resisted.

There are often those who succumb to despair, and often those who rebel.

However, he was the only one who stood on the stage to resist.

Kosolax.

Resisting the enslavement of the butcher's nail.

He rebelled against the fate that the father of genes had arranged for him.

Now, he rebels against the defeat brought upon him by the Wings of Dawn.

Click!

The bridge of the 'Conqueror' was shattered, and the twisted metal frame groaned and collapsed like a dying beast.

The regent of the World Devourer and his personal guards slowly walked out together.

He gripped a sharp axe, a symbol of power, its blade still dripping with undried blood, in one hand, and a black stone rune, a symbol of authority, in the other. A ghostly green light seeped from between his fingers, illuminating the trembling Butcher's Nail behind his skull.

Rumble!
Flaming clouds churned in the sky, and crimson lightning tore cracks in the leaden-gray sky, as if the Blood God was venting his dissatisfaction.

This is not the ending He envisioned.

"hehe."

Kosorax gripped the Blackstone rune tightly, its edge slicing through his palm, blood dripping down his wrist guard. He grinned mockingly at the sky, his blood-stained teeth gleaming menacingly in the shadows.

This is the Reverse Blackstone Device, given by Perturabo and born from the wisdom of the Iron Lords. It amplifies the effects of the warp and allows him to arbitrarily exert his authority to manipulate and corrupt machinery onto the real universe.

In one of the Black Crusades thousands of years ago, Perturabo was able to corrupt an entire Mechanicus fleet along with the Titan legions it carried in an instant. Now, with the Blackrock Reversal enhancing the warp's influence, taking control of a warship would be even easier.

Kosolakos thus used this opportunity to kill Salyn, as well as the Conqueror's machine spirit that had been trying to kill him, gaining true control of the Conqueror and the chance to throw his chips.

His bargaining chip was the gladiatorial arena atop Star Fortress, which he used to select and recruit World Eaters to the Conqueror through various means.

Opportunity awaits those who are prepared.

The horrific battle damage on the ground filled him with anger, and the inability to capture the Tianyan Fortress after a long siege filled him with shame.

So his past preparations allowed him to go crazy for once, rather than just being angry in a state of extreme rage.

He was already ready.

Opportunity will not be given to cowards who have lost their courage, nor to reckless fools who have only courage.

Thus, he attracted the attention of the Blood God.

Kosolax risked his own life, and the lives of 30,000 World Eaters!

This is all they have left.

30,000 people.

Tormented by the long years past, and filtered by this war that led those lost in the killing, the once glorious army of 150,000 men is now reduced to only one-fifth.

However, no one dared to ignore it, not even the gods.

The Blood God dared not ignore them.

Kosolax wagered the lives of his legion on this battlefield, seeking a glorious death.

Therefore, Blood God had no choice but to follow suit.

In the real universe, apart from them, there is no other legion that obeys the Blood God, and no other force can bring the lives of 30,000 Astartes to create a battlefield for the Blood God to fight against the Seraphim.

This was a golden opportunity, even though the Blood God wasn't ready. His greedy nature made him hope that the climax of the war would come later, since these plunderers were always stingy.

It doesn't matter!
He can do it once he's ready.

The butcher's nail kept trying to distract him.

Kosolax looked around at the World Eaters, noticing their strange looks. They seemed to be wondering why such an unknown nobody could stand on the stage, in front of the various company commanders and guards.

Even though many of them don't know him.

But you'll get to know each other very quickly.

Taking a step, Kosorax walked through the crowd and came into the midst of the Blood God's minions.

Among them are bloodthirsty vampires, majestic steel bulls, powerful bloodthirsty madmen, and many other demons that Kosolax cannot name.

Bang!

Kosolax threw his long axe into the blood.

With his other hand gripping the black stone rune tightly, he resisted any interference with his mind, focusing intently on controlling every part of the Conqueror.

At this moment, Peturabo would not lie to him.

He had bound the interests of the Iron Lord to his own, all for this moment.

He looked at the demons with a mocking expression, the meaning of which was self-evident.

wow~
A vampire dropped his burning sword, waded through the pool of blood, and came before Kosorax, searching for weapons.

wow~
Kosolax raised his leg and stepped on the back of the vampire's head.

Then he exerted force suddenly.

Click!

The vampire's skull exploded.

Stepping on the head of the vampire, Kosorax raised his neck and looked around.

All the World Eaters saw that face.

It was a pitiful face, as pale as a corpse that had been hanging on an iron fence and bleeding for months.

Its eyes are sunken, and its ears and remaining lips and teeth are misaligned due to years of living in the subspace. Its mouth looks like a volcano full of broken teeth.

His face contorted, and he looked at the bloodthirsty maniac with a mocking expression.

Kosorax didn't recognize it, but this feature undoubtedly made it one of the major demons under Khorne's command.

It also made the same distorted expression.

After a brief eye contact, the towering, bloodthirsty demon reached out, picked up the weapon from the blood swamp with one hand, and handed it over with the axe handle.

Kosolax remained unmoved.

Power does not pass smoothly to the next leader.

call--

The bloodthirsty monster exhaled scorching breath, revealing the fury within it.

But can it move? Can it kill this ant that could be annihilated with a single blow?
No.

There aren't many in this galaxy that can defy the Four Gods, and Perturabo happens to be one of them.

What else can he do?
look--

The demons couldn't wait; they wanted to drag the angels into a bloodbath and offer them to their supreme god.

The demons were also afraid. They were afraid that Xorax would go mad, afraid that the regent who had conquered the Conqueror would remove the Void Shield, leaving all the pressure to the Blood God and exposing an entire army to enemy fire.

Fearing that the Regent would overload the plasma reactor of the Conqueror and blow all of Blood God's minions into the sky.

They feared he would pointlessly squander the Blood God's most powerful force in the real universe.

Look, this is the true world devourer.

Kosorax proudly accepted the battle axe offered by the Bloodthirsty Berserker, raised it high, and saluted each of the World Eaters present.

At this moment, power bowed down to him.

This is who they really are!
Even the highest gods had to compromise for their sake.
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"Amazing."

The images transmitted back by the Black Stone detector suspended in the atmosphere amazed the officers in the command center.

These instruments can eliminate the chaotic effects in localized areas, maximize the efficiency of information transmission within the legion, and allow commanders to have a more direct understanding of the battlefield situation and make informed decisions.

"He is an excellent Space Marine, without a doubt."

Perched atop the high wall, Lann made this judgment, noticing the changes in his colleagues.

Lann believed that even traitors, though enemies, should have the dignity of warriors, so his opponents always died standing.

But what he saw and heard ten thousand years later made him realize how corrupt Chaos had become, and how despicable those who had tainted Chaos were. He realized that the nobility of the loyal should not be used to treat the corrupt as human beings.

And now, he actually saw a glimmer of hope in a world devourer, a once unknown nobody.

A struggle against fate.

It's such a pity that such an outstanding person could fall into chaos.

Lann firmly believed that he was serving a noble cause. The harsh winters of Invik shaped his resilience, violence, and cruelty, while also giving him an unwavering commitment to defending humanity's right to survival.

They fight for humanity, therefore they are noble.

As it should.

Now, among the enemies they have always despised, there has actually emerged someone who is worthy of attention, which makes one feel that fate is playing tricks on them.

"I feel sorry for him."

"Sepatus replied, the lord of the Crimson Paladin-Chronicles battle group looking pityingly at the Regent in the distance."

"If he could have a different environment, he could have proven himself in a better way, but for now, this is all he can do."

"."

Hal remained silent, arms crossed.

He had nothing to say; he had seen many people like that during the war to unify Terra.

Living and dead.

He will kill this misguided war dog.

"This is precisely what makes chaos so repulsive."

Karna gazed at the warrior who was looking at him, and a nameless rage suddenly surged within him.

Kosolax made this choice because he only knew that he could do it.

"He was born for more than this."

Arthur spoke softly again, then looked up at his surroundings, at the souls caught in the crossfire of war.

The old people who will be dragged out to fight again after ten thousand years.

This is the alienation that chaos inflicts on the universe and the torment it inflicts on countless lives.

"We are not born to be just this."

"We were born to create the future."

"And enjoy the future."

Karna added a sentence.

"Yes, enjoy the future."

Arthur nodded, looking at the rift in the distance created by the Blood God.

Images of the fleet, transmitted through Ramses' channels, showed an area that almost completely engulfed the Cardia Antarctic region.

The fortresses were almost all besieged by the indiscriminate Khorne demons at the same time.

The atmosphere grew increasingly heavy, as if the air itself were gradually freezing.

As one great demon after another emerged from the blood swamp, and as the World Devourer legion stood in neat formation, unified under a single, conscious mind.

Everyone knew that the real challenge was about to begin.

This is a formidable opponent.

"So we will win."

The Lord of Knights grants his permission.

The power of words has always existed, and noble ideals need to be revealed.

“One day, we will lay down our swords and put away our shields. We will sit together under the same sky, laughing, looking up at the sky, looking at the miracles that our great compatriots have created together, and standing proudly here because of what we have done today.”

Their motives were simple.

Because they wanted to do it, and then they did it.

"You have to be careful."

Karna reminded him.

"Forgione only cares about you, and the Four Gods also hope that you and Lao Luo will be the first to fall."

“Hmm.” Arthur nodded seriously.

Karna immediately shook his head.

He was overthinking it; Arthur was always the one he least needed to worry about.

"Let's have dinner together when we get back to the Dawn Star Sector. Tell Lao Luo and the others that I found a really good restaurant, and the cat chef is adorable too."

he said again.

Let's not do it later, let's do it next time.

Arthur was speechless for a moment, then chuckled softly.

"it is good."

"Then it's settled."

Karna nodded, ignited his wings, and defiantly leaped down the high wall to the wasteland that had not yet been submerged by the blood tide.

Arthur looked around and met the eyes of the warriors.

The Astartes at Rudraksha Fortress are not numerous; even with timely transport, they number only around eight thousand.

But they also have a considerable number of Astral Army armored forces, roughly half a million strong.

"They are very strong."

Arthur said.

"Yes."

Everyone nodded solemnly.

"Defeat them."

Arthur spoke again, this time to state his opinion.

"Yes."

The crowd responded seriously.

Arthur pondered briefly and then slightly adjusted his wording.

"After the war, we shall eat together and drink together."

"Yes!"

"Disband."

"Yes!"

The soldiers scattered and began to make meticulous preparations.

They buried their fantasies about the future in their hearts and began to focus on the present.

Some people have never seen the emperor, but have fought for him only through word of mouth.

Ten thousand years later, some people are awakened and come to this universe that has been ravaged beyond recognition. They still choose to fight to protect humanity.

The emperor deceived them; the emperor was not a good person.

The emperor denied the existence of supernatural powers and forbade others to wield them, yet he squandered them recklessly.

The Emperor concealed the crisis brewing beneath the surface of the galaxy, and even as his loyal followers were overwhelmed with worry, they remained silent.

But none of that matters.

Whether it's disdain or helplessness.

The emperor deceived them, but that did not stop them from fighting for humanity.

as always.

Needless to say.
-
wait--

The two sides confront each other in the vast rift, and the ownership of this land will be determined by the victory in this war between reality and the subspace.

On the wasteland, the Devourers gasped for breath.

They are beasts stripped of everything.

His body was hunched over, and he no longer looked human.

They summoned the Blood God's minions, gave up everything they had left, and prepared to witness each other's destruction.

Between the fortresses, the Astral Army and the Astartes stood in formation like bells.

They are dazzling defenders.

Full of glory, a model for mankind.

Their strength stems from their powerful inner world, from the ideals they hold dear, and from the deep connections they form with one another.

Everything was silent.

Everyone is waiting.

All people, all gods are waiting.

Kosolax's chainsaw axe churned bloodthirstily as his gaze swept across the area ahead.

Those enemies who were ready for battle, and those warriors who were bathed in glory.

Holy Blood Angels, Imperial Fists, Dark Angels, and those mortals who dared to stand in the way of the Devourer of Worlds.
He shouted.

"The World Devourer—"

Thirty thousand shattered souls roared, their sound waves shattering the bones on the ground.

"Show no mercy!"

He shouted.

"The World Devourer—"

His response was the roar of the chainsaw and the frenzied battle cry, the sound waves making even the onlookers tremble.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
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"I knew it! I knew it!"

In the void, the Iron Lord, who had been looking down as if he was about to take an inappropriate nap, opened his eyes, and a light shone from his dark eyes.

"They've come, they're leaving the stage!"

Kosolax successfully forced Blood God to leave the field.

He dared to think and act, and he actually succeeded!
"Cossolax, Cossolax, I didn't misjudge you!"

The bridge of the 'Steel Blood' trembled, and the Iron Lord's joyful roar repeatedly called out the name of the World Eater Regent. The sound surged through every communication line, like molten steel suddenly boiling in a furnace.

The steel warriors around them all wore indescribable expressions, exchanging glances, their knuckles unconsciously tightening beneath their terracotta gloves.

Fortunately, this torment did not last long.

The Lord of Iron suddenly stood up, as if his previous fatigue was just an illusion. The holographic star map in front of him suddenly magnified, and countless scarlet dots representing warships spread out on the strategic projection like blood.

He wanted to seize this unprecedented opportunity.

"Fricks!"

The city breaker silently knelt on one knee toward the Father of Genetics.

"You will be in charge of the assault fleet. I will give you full control. Prioritize breaking through the outer defenses of the Dawn Fleet, and then engage the Eternal Expedition which is returning to defend. Do not hesitate to take on any casualties!"

The moment Peturabo's voice fell, a terrifying change occurred inside the flagship of the Chaos War Gang, which had previously received much attention from him and had been given gifts by him.

Rust began to seep from the rivets on the bulkhead, and a sharp whistling sound came from the ventilation ducts as metal scraped against metal.

The metal began to activate, coiling like a hungry python through every corridor.

The serrated blades extending from the deck seams forced the fleeing crew toward the hangar and the boarding torpedo launch area.

The Thinker Array's monitors watched all of this, reporting everything on the ship to its new master in great detail.

The machine spirit began to rampage, and its servants, demonic engines, and even the warship itself began to kill any creature that dared to regain control of the ship.

The moment their thoughts wavered, these unruly warships submitted to a unified will.

The bridge's display showed the ancient emblem of Olympia, an inviolable law.

"Barben Falk".

The war blacksmith in charge of diplomatic liaison noticed that ninety percent of the allies' lines had been cut off, and he immediately stood up.

"Contact Fugrim and have her master give her a couple of lashes to rouse her. If she still doesn't act now, she can dream of having my brother in her next life!"

"Yes!"

Falk immediately accepted the order.

A few seconds later, he quickly stood up and responded.

"Report, the Phoenix Lord has begun his activities."

This time, he finally showed his annoying speed.

"Iron Warriors!"

Perturabo pursed his dry lips, no longer paying attention to the surface gradually being enveloped by warp fluctuations, and immediately shifted his gaze to the rear of the Dawn Fleet, to the Imperial-class battleship under heavy protection.

"Listen to my orders!"

The Lord of Steel is about to make his move!
Through the long confrontation, he had come to realize that relying on his subordinates was less reliable than relying on himself.

His clear eyes saw the ships changing formation; the fleet, freed from threats and the constraints of friendly forces, began a rapid repositioning.

Let him personally test his brothers and sons.

On the chessboard, the appearance of one king inevitably requires another king to respond, and the clash between kings pushes this war to its climax.

If the previous grinding was like a long, arduous process in a meat grinder, then now everything has turned into a raging storm.
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[Southern Cardia has lost contact; a massive rift has enveloped the region centered around the Antarctic Star landing site.]

The Emperor's Sons fleet has commenced operations, venturing into the warp. Simultaneously, an increase in the warp influence exerted by the Slaanesh on Cadia has been detected.

[The Iron Warriors battle group launches a suicidal attack. The Eternal Expedition is blocked by multiple forces and unable to return in time, making the defensive line unsustainable.]

A series of messages flashed through my mind.

The naval commanders, led by Pralaks, also found themselves in a difficult situation, as the enemy's coordination and execution capabilities had suddenly increased dramatically.

Romulus watched as the enemy fleet suddenly changed formation and displayed a high degree of coordination. As the data scrolled, he selected a pre-prepared plan and began to handle it with ease.

"grown ups."

After quickly reassessing the situation, Plake made a judgment.

He shouted loudly.

"We need to retreat."

"Then retreat."

To reiterate, Romulus lacks the Primarch's pride, and countless humans need not be held responsible for his arrogance.

Conserving strength is also a way of showing weakness to the enemy.

"are you ready?"

A companion's voice rang out.

Tiny scraps of toilet paper swirled and landed on my shoulder.

Of course, we're always ready.

Surrounded by numerous Imperial Guards and Astartes, he maintained a relaxed smile, giving strength to his commanders as he leaned on the table, observing the enemy's movements.

"Don't you care about Karna and the others?"

Ramses kept a close eye on the movements of each of his companions, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, and he was determined to get them out of danger at the critical moment.

"They will win."

Romulus replied, "Me too."

"Indeed, you have a great chance. Thanks to Guilliman, at least everyone thinks you're really bad."

Ramses, who was playing a game of tag with Tzeentch the Great Demon amidst the waves of warp, replied with feigned boredom, while keeping a close watch on his surroundings with 200% vigilance.

It's unclear whether Tzeentch realized he couldn't catch Ramses or if there was an even bigger trap, but the fickle god seemed to have given up, not increasing his strength at all.

This put Ramses' numerous clones and his original self, hidden in Utopia, in a rather awkward position.

"But I'll speak first."

He reminded again.

"Perturabo is very well prepared. Just as we can't enter the Four Gods' home field in our true form, he can't choose to face us directly. The chances of wiping us out in one fell swoop are probably not high."

"Is your spell ready?"

Romulus countered with a question, continuing to diligently process the various data and focusing intently on the naval battle against Peturabo.

If you want to get something, you always have to give something in return.

Romulus's gaze swept over the fleeting red dots as he watched the Steel Warriors fleet resolutely inserting itself into the Dawn Fleet's formation.

Boom!

Blinding light pierced through the portholes—the glow of a Retribution-class battleship gradually crumbling in a suicide attack.

The surrounding area was littered with the wreckage of several heavy cruisers.

Peturabo has indeed given a great deal.

The distance is getting closer and closer.

"Of course!"

Ramses replied.

With Usvi's prophet now in the group, and with these professionals among professionals teaching him, his professional level has risen dramatically.

"That's enough."

Romulus has not changed much since all these sudden events occurred.

It calmly decides the fate of thousands of warships and hundreds of millions of people.

The strength of the enemy is irrelevant.

There is little difference between the four wings of the Dawn Wings.

Because they don't do this because of the strength or weakness of the enemy, nor do they take it seriously just because the enemy is strong, or slack off just because the enemy is weak.

Simply because they wanted to.

Therefore, they devoted all their energy and enthusiasm to the cause they wanted to participate in from the very beginning.

Romulus lowered his head, watching the Steelblood maintain its fierce attack and advance, still operating at maximum efficiency, accepting the enemy's declaration of war.

Blah blah blah~

An unsettling echo came from the porthole.

Those were fragments stripped from the wreckage of the warship, carried along the satellite's orbit by the planet's gravity.

At this moment.

Even though Romulus could almost see Peturabo's mocking and confident expression in the ever-advancing fleet, his majestic face still wore a composed smile that exuded arrogance.

　P.S.: I think my friend is right, I should write it all at once, so I just finished it all and posted it ahead of time. 10,000 words! My stockpile is gone, boohoo, no more tonight! No need to wait!
　　
　
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