This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 341 Too lazy to talk but worthy of listening
"grown ups."

"That's what Delacus said."

“You are here, ready to fight. We have been told that we will guard your body here. My question is—who will continue to command this war in the days to come?”

"You, my comrades."

Romulus said.

“Throughout the years, I have always been with you, never leaving your side, but this time, I will relinquish some of my responsibilities.”

"Like me, the Emperor's Imperial Guard is also capable of handling multiple tasks and influencing the course of a battle, and the naval team led by Pralax has also gained sufficient authority through long-term training."

"The think tank assembled by the War Council has always provided meticulous strategic support, so I believe you are fully capable of handling these matters and have the ability to stand on your own."

But it is far from enough.

Romulus was constantly connected to countless psionicists and remotely controlled countless affairs, and this constant pressure kept distracting him.

De la Cruz stepped forward and pressed on:
"Although I hope it won't happen, if you were to fall in the war—"

"I will not."

Romulus responded calmly.

"My brother."

Hill, who was standing nearby, patted de lacus on the shoulder and interjected at the opportune moment.

"Delacus seems to be questioning your fighting ability, sir."

A low chuckle suddenly rang out in the queue.

Even Romulus himself couldn't help but smile.

At this very moment, even his soldiers, who have been with him day and night, can't help but question his combat capabilities. So what will Peturabo think?
"But his concerns are very real."

Hill's words carried a hint of sadness, as if he were recalling the past.

“You are the axis that drives us, the one who determines our fate, yet now you choose to put yourself in danger. Is this really wise?”

"Yes."

The Imperial Guard, Navaradaren, also agreed with this.

Romulus does indeed possess the ability to project and manipulate bodies, as demonstrated in the first battle to reunite the Primarch, but this does not guarantee safety.

"That is the Lord of Iron. His region, which has embraced the power of chaos, will surely attract the fiercest attacks. Even so, you still have to face him?"

"I have done my best to deal with them using my wisdom and avoid direct conflict as much as possible. I trust my partners and feel at ease entrusting the battlefields that have already swallowed them up to them."

His voice paused slightly, as if he were reminiscing about the past.

“I started from the bottom and gradually won your recognition and trust by relying on calm decision-making and a peaceful personality, but this is not what I was born wanting.”

“I do not want to see life reduced to cold numbers and disappear. My original intention has always been to save humanity. Now, my enemy is using every means to try to expand this ever-growing number and force me to confront him.”

His words finally revealed a hint of long-suppressed anger, but it wasn't an out-of-control rage.

"I admit he succeeded."

The air around him seemed to freeze because of his emotions; everyone could feel Romulus's rage.

That was the anger of witnessing the loss of countless lives and the anger towards the culprits who caused all of this.

“I am filled with rage, but my rage has not extinguished my reason. With your help, I have been trying to understand my enemy, while my enemy still treats me with stereotypes.”

"At this moment, when only I can stand up, I must personally stand in these most dangerous areas, analyze him, understand him, and then, with my own flesh and blood and with a heart full of anger, resolve him."

Romulus continued, then looked around.

“And in this respect, none of you are better than me.”

What was supposed to be an operation to establish a supply line turned into such a chaotic scene.

Romulus will not be afraid of challenges, will not give up his efforts, and will not let those who caused all of this go unpunished.

Their companions are once again in danger, and countless lives are lost. The fate of countless planets rests on their shoulders.

He'll make the guys who dared to do all this pay the price.

The cost of life!
A chill crept up everyone's spine, and a fine shiver ran through their skin.

Outside the porthole, an ancient Queen Glorious-class warship was tearing through the starry sky, slowly approaching.

Boom!

Countless cannon shots poured out.
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The Dawn, located five kilometers from the bridge, in the mid-level reception hall.

Peturabo proceeded cautiously.

His hand holding the furnace-breaker was taut with tension.

"My brother!"

He shouted, gazing at the magnificent golden road ahead.

There was no one in front of them; the owner of this place seemed to have anticipated the arrival of guests and had dismissed the people in this area.

He walked along the avenue, where the lights were still shining brightly, illuminating the entire hall, but no living creatures jumped out to confront him.

The iron-ringed robot followed behind him, and apart from the low scraping of the ancient armor and the clatter of the heavy iron-edged boots, nothing else made any sound.

Peturabo did not let his guard down.

The ship's machine spirit was powerful, protected by its brothers, making it difficult for him to control the internal situation of the warship. *Buzz—*

As we walked through the empty reception area, a series of error messages suddenly appeared on the display screens of many of the iron ring robots.

Inside this hall, a void shield began to unfold, an invisible light enveloping and preventing any external teleportation or positioning.

After a brief tremor, the Iron Ring Robot immediately sprang into action, pushing aside the Iron Warrior and forming an impenetrable circle around the Primarch.

The other boarding squads, composed of steel warriors, raised their weapons and searched every possible hiding place for enemies, then pointed their weapons forward in unison.

Right in front of the hall, on the path leading here.

One hundred and thirty men stood in formation, the powered weapons at the tips of their halberds lit up, and surging blue waves rose and fell.

One hundred and thirty storm shields slammed into the ground.

One hundred and thirty voices began to advance in unison.

A cold, mechanical team approached from the edge of the platform, unleashing explosives that were deflected by deflecting shields and shattered the magnificent pillars.

One hundred and thirty men, the Imperial Guard and the Astartes.

Perturabo strode forward to them, and below him, the sound of a plasma engine running told him that something had been activated.

This area is surrounded by a void shield, preventing him from escaping via teleportation.

"Destroy the generators that generate these shields."

He gave the order to Kroger via a communication device.

He then charged into the battlefield, where the iron-ringed robots fired in unison.

Soon, unexpectedly, several people were melted on the spot in Peturabo's sight.

There are still 130 people.

The scorching carpet began to burn, and the enormous Wings of Dawn emblem hanging above the hall crashed onto the deck.

Both sides advanced slowly, firing at each other and wearing each other down, without retreating in the slightest.

Those 130 people, like the iron ring machine, ignored their injuries that should have crushed them, and coldly and resolutely moved towards the equally cold iron ring robot.

Ahead of them stood a royal guard, wielding a Terran halberd in both hands.

Peturabo cannot see their souls, therefore these bodies do not possess souls.

The other soldiers followed behind him, equally cold and devoid of emotion.

They faced a formidable foe they could not defeat, but their charge never faltered. The iron-ringed robots cleaved them in two, and the powered weapons splattered streaks of blood across the deck.

But they seemed not to hear.

There are still 130 people.

These soulless shells seemed to have formed suddenly around him, silently and without change.

He even saw the same face on different corpses.

This made Peturabo feel strangely uneasy.

Compared to him, the Primarch who wielded the power of chaos, the other party appeared far more sinister.

"What exactly are you?"

Peturabo suddenly felt a surge of anger for no apparent reason.

He angrily strode into the advancing formation before him, and the Furnace Breaker swung his weapon, instantly killing four Imperial Guards who surrounded him. Their corpses were torn apart as the iron ring machine advanced.

"Puppets? This is the cage you use to control my offspring?"

He swung his hammer again, shattering the chest of a body, this time a moment slower than killing the four men.

Just for a moment.

The speed of muscle nerve reflexes slows down momentarily due to targeted adjustments in the angle of force application.

Peturabo didn't pay any attention.

He only had eyes for one person.

In the magnificent hall, he looked around and strode towards the person surrounded by people, the one he had fought against for years but had never met.

As he approached, the giant revealed his true form.

Tall and imposing, with skin a bronze hue that signifies power, his figure was exceptionally striking.

Surrounded by countless expectations, admiration, and awe, the radiance left to him by the emperor, though not dazzling, still stung the eyes of the onlookers.

Peturabo could sense the emotions surrounding his brother and felt the importance that man placed on him, much like a wealthy man displaying his riches to a homeless person who had been kicked out of the house and was penniless.

He suppressed the surging anger, resentment, and jealousy within him—emotions that would disrupt his thoughts—and finally spoke calmly.

"Nice to meet you, Your Majesty."

"It's no use talking more."

Romulus raised his weapon, too lazy to say anything to Peturabo.

He doesn't deserve to listen.

(End of this chapter)