This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 343 He decided to kill him
After Romulus successfully used the combined health bars of four people to wear down Peturabo, Ramses finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned his attention to the surface battlefield.

Romulus wasn't as obsessed as Arthur, so he couldn't be as special as him—able to cut the power to manipulate the logic and concepts of this universe into an unconscious state.

It will take some time to dismantle Peturabo.

The forbidden technique he "borrowed" from the old prophet was already prepared, just waiting for Perturabo to be weakened to the limit, so that this arrogant fellow would taste a real lesson.

Thinking of this, a sarcastic smile involuntarily appeared on Ramses' face beneath his golden mask.

Peturabo had a lot to say, claiming he had foreseen everything and that he was completely different from the past, but when the fight actually started, he didn't treat Romulus or them seriously at all.

It's all just assumptions and stereotypes.

Are you dumbfounded now? Did you really think Old Luo was fooled by the Empire's truth and was just hoarding his power like Guilliman?
Ramses rubbed his palm together, and the crimson, blood-red Soul Stone sand flowed between his fingers.

Fragments of the Stone of Mogta, from the ancient Eldar world of Idris, within the Eye of Fear, in a magnificent room.

Ten thousand years ago, Forgrim gave it as a gift to Perturabo, and in return, he sacrificed the essence of two Primarchs in Idris to elevate himself to the status of a Slaanesh demon prince, gaining a new form.

Ten thousand years later, through the joint excavation and development by top archaeologists from the human, Eldar, and space undead factions, these forbidden objects, which had been buried deep underground during the siege by loyalists, finally saw the light of day again.

Do you really think you can get away unscathed just by learning some tricks of the bloodthirsty performers?

Ramses sneered as he carefully observed his companion's movements.

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The ever-changing demon king beside him heard the formless and shapeless lord suddenly let out a sinister laugh. Instinctively, he folded his wings, but his colorful feathers stood on end in fear. He felt that the laughter was terrifying.

That's terrifying.

The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations cursed Carlos, that bastard, in his heart.

He was the one who caused the trouble, but now he's in a good position. Because of his importance in the eyes of the Lord of Change, he can remain a spectator, while the fish on the chopping block has become the fish.

To be fair, as an observer with a clearer view, these four Primarchs were definitely the most troublesome ones it had ever encountered in its long career.

Compared to those Primarchs who talk a good game but act arrogantly and want to wear their 'I'm superior to you, I'm better than you' on their sleeves, these four never take chances before doing anything.

Like Peturabo, he always analyzes the enemy situation, builds data models, formulates meticulous plans, and then launches the operation before taking action.

These four are different. They are always preparing, and they don't consider how much to give based on the strength of their opponents. Instead, they are always in a highly efficient state of operation in order to achieve their goals.

They are evolving when you analyze them because of threats.

While you are reveling in your achievements and feeling complacent, they are evolving.

When you engage in battle, when you truly begin the fight, they are still evolving.

This directly results in them being at their strongest whenever you encounter them.

"Hey~"

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord sighed quietly; it had finally understood.

To deal with these four, we absolutely cannot play by the rules. Instead of carefully planning, we should just impulsively rush in before they realize what's happening, otherwise we definitely won't be able to win.

Especially the deal with Peturabo.

Peturabo's tactics were initially harassment, then probing, and finally a duel. Throughout the process, he didn't make much progress, but instead squandered more and more of his resources.

Romulus pretended to be as bad at dueling as Guilliman, while Ramses pretended to be held back by Tzeentch and unable to escape.

That arrogant idiot, driven by arrogance from beginning to end, jumped into a pit that had been dug long ago. Looking up—

Even though he was bound by countless magical shackles, the wizard remained calm and composed, his soul energy shining freely as if it were free, making all sorts of demons drool.

The Demon Lord of Myriad Transformations turned his head away, looking gloomy.

No shame!
Moreover, their attitude towards the forces of chaos is even more critical.

Thinking of this, the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord felt that his days were numbered.

There is only one attitude.
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"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The outer walls of the Rudraksha Fortress began to crumble under the relentless attacks.

Having already suffered devastating damage from continuous orbital strikes and artillery barrages, it became increasingly riddled with holes under the relentless onslaught of the World Eaters and the Khorne Demons.

The outer armor of the upper platform was torn off in large sections, the firing ports turned into burning molten caves, and the load-bearing structure emitted an ominous groan.

Fafnir Lane calmly assessed that if the rebels continued their current offensive intensity, the entire building would collapse within the next ten to fifteen minutes.

At that time, the unsupported ruins will expose the Void Shield Generator in the core area. Once these critical devices are destroyed, a fatal gap will appear in the entire defense line.

At that time, the bloodthirsty frenzy will be unstoppable and will advance unimpeded.

Without any fancy tactics, and with the blessing of the Blood God, the Devourer completely suppressed the defenders' most threatening ranged firepower and launched a textbook siege.

At two tactical weak points in the northwest and northeast of the ring wall, positions that should have formed crossfire with neighboring fortresses, the main force of the Devourers simultaneously launched a fierce attack.

Armored siege vehicles and termite-burrowing infantry vehicles formed a steel torrent. Heavy warriors launched a desperate charge under the cover of demon swarms. In the distance, siege engines continuously poured out artillery fire to suppress the defenders' counterattack. Forces composed of beastmen, mutants, and cultists of evil gods harassed the entire defensive line like a tide, firmly pinning the defenders to their positions.

Lann had to admit that it was an impressive offensive.

He is the son of Dorne, a member of the Imperial Fist, and siege warfare is their basic skill.

This is the best way to break through a fortress: nibble away at and weaken the defenses through a comprehensive offensive, rely on continuous attacks to probe the defenders' weak points, and then launch a precise assault on the exposed weaknesses with concentrated, ferocious force.

Savagery and precision achieved a striking unity at this moment.

Unsurprisingly, from the moment Lann met the World Eater Regent, he knew that this legion would be their greatest test, their only and true adversary in this war.

He hated these traitors, but he admired their skill in the siege.

Caught in the heart of the battle, the bloodthirsty and frenzied warriors made the attack seem like a blind charge, but in fact it was orderly and purposeful.

Like a seasoned butcher, skillfully concentrating the power of the unruly cleaver and axe on the joints of the bones, requiring little effort to split it in two.

Lann fought his way through the chaotic battle staircase, throwing a World Eater off the blasted battlements and kicking away the siege grappling hooks that had just been attached to the wall.

When he reached the highest point, he recognized the figure standing at the breach through the smoke of battle—

'The Oathbreaker' Kosolax.

Almost simultaneously, the commander atop the high wall also turned to look.

Two pairs of eyes collided from a distance.

Like sparks flying when swords clash.

He decided to kill him.

(End of this chapter)