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Chapter 355 Chaotic Daily Life Is Too Much to Handle

Cardia, Antarctic Star Landing Site, Outer Edge of the Third Ring Wall of the Peacock Fortress

Huh-huh-huh-

The howling heatwave whipped up fine carbon slag, swirling and wailing among the charred armor wreckage.

The Dark Angel led the team in a final mop-up operation against the enemy. The roar of engines and the crisp sound of weapons tearing flesh echoed across the communication channel, resolute and swift.

Arthur remained guarding Draconion's side, neither picking it up nor relaxing his guard, like a pillar of strength.

Although the tide of battle had turned, there was no hint of amusement on his face. His eyes were fixed on the sky, staring at the caves torn apart by the light spears.

Azrael led Belial, who had completed his mission, closer, while Samuel continued his intensive patrol of the area surrounding the fortress.

Kai and Gareth stood guard on either side.

The armor, already stained crimson with blood, had turned into scabs that stuck their hair to their foreheads.

Surrounding the Lord of Knights were not only the Knights of the Round Table, but also members of the Pentagram Order temporarily transferred from various units. They were watching the demonic sword embedded in a pile of minced meat with wary eyes.

These psionic masters, who inherited their skills from the ancient Terran wizards, could not only sense the surging chaotic echoes within the sword, but also clearly hear the whispers of this extremely peculiar and indescribable being.

A murmur of bewilderment was traveling through the ripples of the warp into the skulls of every psionic master.

The target was not the crowd present, but the knight standing not far away.

But the Lord of Knights seemed not to hear.

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The members of the order exchanged silent glances, their psychic visions weaving a web in each other's pupils. They scrutinized every bloodstained face present, trying to detect any sign of wavering in the slightest tremor of a muscle.

Whoever raises this question is doomed.

Anyone who tries to use this secret, anyone who dares to use this secret to threaten His Highness's rule, will have their life taken by the Dark Angel.

Arthur said he was used to it.

At least compared to before, now they take things one step at a time, and while they have the decisiveness to act swiftly, they also have the confidence to accept the exposure of secrets. In the end, they have a certain composure that belongs to the First Legion, and they don't seem like crazy people who would explode at the slightest provocation.

"Petulab is dead."

Arthur noticed the unusual activity on the ground; the Iron Warriors' lines were collapsing at a visible rate.

This was not a retreat after defeat, but a collapse caused by some kind of severe psychological trauma.

"Yes, the Iron Warriors are in complete chaos. They're busy rescuing the bodies now. The Eternal Expedition rammed into the Ironblood to stop it from breaking out. I don't think it's going to get out."

After witnessing the fatherly love and filial piety between the emperor and the twisted man, Ramses shook his head, feeling somewhat wistful.

To be honest, the Emperor's treatment of Perturabo was one of the few times he showed high emotional intelligence, praising him for being both tough inside and out, and giving him the necessary conversation.

“I see a peaceful world, full of great castles and miraculous machines. We can talk about many things, and I will teach you great things. I sense your thirst for knowledge, and I think you and I can discuss things face to face for many nights.”

These are the emperor's original words.

As for why it ended up like this...

The reason is simple: Peturabo wanted to be polite and gain more attention, but the Emperor took it seriously.

The result was obvious: Peturabo was not as invincible as he had imagined.

He said all the right things, but during the battle, he reprimanded Magnus: "Because no matter how beautiful the flowers are, I would not let a child run to the edge of a cliff to pick them without stopping him, nor would I let you run near the Fourth Army's minefield in this fortress without a map and proper training. We must discard this childish and ignorant idea and do the right thing. Now do you understand why we must do everything we can to save more people?"

Doesn't this show the brilliance of humanity?
Then, facing Olympia, whose manpower had been drained and rebelled due to the reckless attrition of their Iron Warriors, Peturabo commanded a group of children to kill their fathers, mothers, sisters, and brothers.
On one hand, he demanded that the Legion obey him and execute any Iron Warriors who dared to resist him, while on the other hand, he secretly hoped that Iron Warriors would stand up against him. When Fricks actually executed people, he was unhappy. During the Siege of Terra, he deliberately sent Fricks to his death. He was like a madman.

I'm unhappy whether I obey orders or not.

It's all talk; you only know how significant it is when you see what they actually did.

"Old Luo also rid the people of a scourge."

Ramses nodded sincerely.

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Arthur remained silent.

"Worried about Karna?"

“Yes, Karna’s intuition is usually right.”

"It's obvious without even guessing that he's afraid of the second child."

Ramses muttered curses.

If we're talking about the most unreliable force in this universe, it has to be Khorne. Things like Angron respawning in the real universe every eight days after being banished, forcibly restoring the health of the Archmage even after being banished, and corrupting the enemy when his minions couldn't defeat them.

In short, it's about cheating.

But Khorne had the means to cheat.

"I don't have any specific information here, but you should keep the Holy Sword active for now."

Ramses shook his head.

With all eight of the strongest bloodthirsty berserkers currently in the Blood God Wasteland, it's not an easy place for him to venture in.

"Ah."

Arthur nodded.

He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, feeling that the time leading up to victory was truly unbearable.

In space, the Dawn Fleet and the returning Black Templar Fleet began to encircle and annihilate the Iron Warriors Fleet, which was deeply entrenched in its formation.

In the sky, the fighter squadron composed of Valkyries shifted from defensive bombing to offensive operations, gradually penetrating deeper into enemy-occupied territory, while simultaneously bombing enemy strongholds and providing battlefield intelligence to follow-up troops.

On the ground, forces mainly composed of the Astral Army and its Astartes, under the unified command of the Dark Angel Flamewing Chapter, launched a cleanup operation in the core area, lowered the defense level, and gathered offensive forces in preparation for a full-scale counterattack.

The most difficult time seems to be over.

Even the logistics personnel behind the battlefield felt the sudden relief of pressure, and the collective enthusiasm that gradually spread from one layer to the next as the battle situation improved.

But no one dared to cheer.

The higher the rank and the more knowledgeable the commanders were, the more focused they were at this moment.

Commissar Alex calmly reassured his soldiers, methodically gathering them around the Blackrock construct. At the same time, he dispatched the Astartes squad, which had stronger warp resistance, to carry out reconnaissance missions. He maintained a serious demeanor throughout, bending over and staring intently at the battle map.

The lord of Cadia Fortress sat in his mountain-like command vehicle, solemnly reviewing battle reports from various locations. The intense thinking caused fine beads of sweat to constantly seep from his forehead.

Everyone was on edge, watching the seemingly calm battlefield closely.

Those veterans who experienced the great war ten thousand years ago were especially nervous.

They had won countless victories for humanity, but the fruits that should have been sweet were almost entirely lost under the control of the evil god, rotting and stinking.

Their opponents are omnipresent, have no bottom line, and are utterly unfair.

They could only fight with courage and defend their honor with sacrifice.

However, the results are often not as expected.

During the Horus Rebellion, the treacherous Magnus tricked Magnus into breaching the net, resulting in the deaths of countless scientists.

Humanity has lost its chance to master the best faster-than-light technology in the galaxy. The Emperor is trapped on the Golden Throne, half of the Primarchs betray him, and Chaos wins a great victory.

In the Battle of Amegadoton, Space Wolves, Grey Knights, and the Amegadoton Steel Legion fight side by side.

The Third Brotherhood of Grey Knights was almost completely wiped out, and it took more than 80% of its members to successfully banish Angron. Subsequently, the Empire fell into civil war for various reasons, and the Chaos Contamination of the participating Astral Army was difficult to eradicate. Blood God also harvested countless skulls from the war.

Victory in battle brings bitterness; defeat in battle brings despair.

Chaos has always been winning.

Humans die and that's it.

The Chaos, as adversaries, has had almost no change in their malevolent faces for millennia, while humanity, even the Astartes known for their longevity, has undergone generation after generation of replacements.

It seems that life in the real universe is destined to be tormented by the gods of the sea of ​​souls, as if they were born to be food.

Ten thousand years.

A sense of sorrow and oppression emanated from these people's bodies, which remained upright despite countless ravages.

Almost instinctively, they looked to their sides, to the holographic screen, and to the written documents in their hands.

In the sky and on the earth, people are using every means at their disposal to capture the existence that will bring them victory in this war.

Their eyes were filled with hope and expectation.

For ten thousand years, no one has witnessed what true victory should look like.

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