This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 359 A New Beginning (Part 2)

April 5, 777.m41 (Terra calendar)

A gentle breeze blows, and the fluttering flags herald the arrival of victory.

In Kadia, the much-anticipated war of the Primarchs has ended, and the outcome of the war has surprised all the heroes and monsters who participated.

The two extraordinary beings brought the Battle of Cardia to a close with their strongest attack, ultimately determining the victor of this battle.

This time, humanity held onto its victory, with both the World Eaters and the Iron Warriors suffering heavy losses.

Among them, the World Eater was annihilated by the Blood Angels led by Seraph Karna and the combined forces of various warbands. The Glory Queen of the Conqueror, whose machine soul was extinguished, was completely transformed into a landmark building on Cadia to commemorate its achievements.

On the Iron Warriors' side, with Perturabo dead and completely devoid of fighting spirit, the Iron Warriors failed to defend the 'Iron Blood'. Continuing to kill was meaningless, and their morale collapsed. They scattered and fled, carrying Perturabo's remains, disappearing into the churning magical veils.

The Emperor's Sons embarked on their return journey, having never ventured into the main battlefield. Their organization remained intact, and thanks to the protection of the Slaanesh, the thwarted Vograim only needed a brief respite. The Imperial Pride, escorted by the convoy fleet, withdrew with ease.

One Primarch, two Glory Queens, and two rebel legions.

Ten thousand years later, they were finally brought to justice. Countless people watched as those nightmares that had accompanied humanity for ten thousand years were annihilated in the flames of war, leaving no trace.

unprecedented.

Wow~
The soles of his shoes parted the fluttering petals, the wind whipped up his crimson cloak, and clutching the report in his hand, Aglaia Hesikood, tracing back to the highest master of the Order, sped along the metal tunnel of the Antarctic Star landing site toward the viewing platform.

The towering space elevator is within reach, and below it lies a wide plaza. On both sides of the plaza are majestic, mountain-like, thick and tall city walls, and outside the walls are densely packed military tents, where the legions participating in the parade are assembled and waiting for orders.

Inside the city walls, there were no citizens like those on other planets, who symbolize the prosperity of their planet. The Kadians, whose entire population was armed, were orderly. Their figures were neatly lined up on the long stretch of seats, not like invited guests, but more like an army ready for battle.

On the high platform, warriors in magnificent armor could be seen everywhere. They came from various chapters, astral armies, and naval fleets, whispering among themselves and reinforcing the camaraderie they had forged in this battle.

Nearly a thousand white marble steps lead upwards, flanked by fully armored imperial guards who stand motionless like statues, their long tassels billowing in the autumn wind.

This is the victory parade area of ​​the self-defense counterattack at the Gate of Cadian, the landing site on Antarctica, the glorious place that determined the outcome of the entire battle.

Having completed the monitoring of potential hazards in subspace, the coordination of special imperial departments, and the resettlement of local noble representatives, the judge stepped forward, passing through the bustling crowd, countless familiar faces flashing through his field of vision.

How should this part be written?

On the viewing platform a step lower, Alex turned to Tarasin beside him and asked.

The place was quite noisy, with people coming and going, so the old political commissar had to raise his voice to drown out the noise so that others could hear him.

“Dear Political Commissar, your autobiography is written in a completely different style compared to your eloquence when dealing with the Ministry of Military Affairs.”

Beside Alex, Tarachin looked at the other party's disastrous written description and couldn't help but sigh.

Even if you say that, I will not accept your deal.

Alex replied.

He did not participate in the parade; a retired old man had no need to compete for honor with young soldiers.

He still wore the uniform of a political commissar, but all the insignia symbolizing his military rank had been removed, leaving only a row of medals engraved with honors.

From Amegidon to the Hades system, from Orpheus to the Ghoul region, from Pierre to Macurag, from the Dawn region to Cadia…

The political commissar exuded an unprecedented sense of relaxation, which greatly diminished the signs of aging that had always clung to him.

The three-hundred-year journey has finally come to an end.

"Quick, help me look at this part, I can't remember it very clearly."

Alex, holding the draft, continued to review the Battle of Amegiddon from years ago, re-examining the details.

Tarachin was more encyclopedic than an encyclopedia; he knew many secrets that even the Grey Knights didn't.

Tarasin was also quite helpless, but looking at the political commissar who exuded the aura of a 'super' collection, he chose to endure it.

Moreover, the detailed information and historical reconstruction of those four also require information from this person.

He turned to look at the judge ascending the steps.

"Oh, my dear Aglaia, are you done with your work?"

Tarasin waved his arms exaggeratedly.

As Aglaia passed by him, she stepped on his bionic instep.

The great collector immediately and dramatically covered his foot and jumped up.

The judge didn't even glance at the clown's exaggerated performance, walked past the seats for special guests, and came to a spot not far from the representatives of the Imperial Guard.

“I’m sorry, Navaradaren.”

"The Shield Guard Company Commander Marcus whispered to his colleague beside him."

He looked at the busy mortals and Astartes around him, then at the few Imperial Guards and Grey Knights beside him, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I think we're a little late."

"It's never too late. The important thing is that we finally started taking action."

The Imperial Guard Navaradaren spoke to the Shield Guard Company Commander, his gaze then falling on Diego, the Grey Knight behind him.

"Are you planning to go back?"

Terra—the heart of the human empire, the birthplace of human civilization.

This is humanity's most important treasure, the place where the emperor's body is located.

However, for some reason, the Primarchs have shown little interest in returning to Terra.

"Yes, Grossis has already returned ahead of us. Lord Ramesses taught us a great deal and agreed that we should share it with our colleagues."

Diego, the brethren captain of the Third Brotherhood of Grey Knights, responded, quickly changing his address when asked about the title.

The undeniable imperial voice emanating from Ramses was irrefutable; the Grey Knights stationed in Cardia had all witnessed the conversation between the Emperor and Perturabo.

Navaradaren shook his head.

He was busy planning the postwar treatment of the Mechanicus.

These traitors, who controlled vast productive forces, posed a significant threat to the empire in the early stages of the counter-offensive.

Romulus has almost completely lost faith in the Mechanicus. Apart from uniting the forces that are worth uniting, the rest can only await reckoning in the post-war era.

There will never be a second head for the empire again. In the Misty Starfield and the Limit Starfield, the Mechanicus has only two choices: either accept a complete overhaul or be uprooted and used as nourishment for other forces.

“I will share what I have seen and heard with my comrades to inspire more action. I will also assist the Valyrians in advancing their work regarding the Terra Highlords Council.”

Company Commander Marcus of the Shield Guards spoke up:

"Regarding the communication between relevant departments and the personnel appointments on both sides, I believe it can be entrusted to Judge Agleia. Since the return of these lords, this judge has been by their side, and his ability and loyalty have been tested by time."

Navaradaren thought of the young judge whom the emperor had inspired him to save, and nodded in agreement.

Aglaia, who was passing by, suddenly stumbled, leaving a small crease on the bright red carpet with gold trim.

"."

She subtly smoothed out the wrinkles with the sole of her shoe, greeted the Imperial Guards, and strode quickly to the higher platform.

There gathered a procession of three legions, the Grey Knights, and the Imperial Guard, as well as the Supreme Marshal of the Black Templar, Bjorn the Space Wolf Sage, the current supreme commanders of each chapter, the Lord of Cardia Castle, and the commanders of the Astral Army and the Navy.

Finally, this is where the four Primarchs reside.

"De la Cruz".

Ionid Hill, the first Second Company Commander of the Ultramarines, couldn't help but speak to his old buddy who was now idle.

"I plan to go back to Macurag."

"?"

Having already finished his work, Ernesto de la Cruz, who was standing guard behind Romulus as part of the honor guard, was taken aback.

"I want to go back to Macragge, see the Primarch, see the Ultramarines now, and if possible, I hope to stay there."

Hill responded, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and reminiscence.

His tone was unusually light, as if this suggestion of "absent-hands-off duty" would not incur any blame. "Indeed."

After a brief moment of confusion, De la Cruz understood why Hill had suddenly had this idea.

After all, Lord Romulus has already proven himself, and so has the Wings of Dawn.

During the thirty years that Ernesto de la Cruz guarded Romulus, he was more like the secretary-general of the Invincible Iron Guard than the head of security.

The main focus is on convenience.

“Protect Lord Guilliman for me.”

He said it jokingly.

"Of course, I will do my best."

Hill nodded seriously, then added a sentence.

"Just like ten thousand years ago."

A series of soft laughs suddenly came from the communication channel.

They looked into the distance—

Bjorn, who was holding the alien artifact and talking to Ramses, and the dark angels around him who remained unmoved despite being provoked by the space wolves, both had expectant looks in their eyes.

As the judge walked across the red carpet in front of the procession, he tilted his head in confusion, looking at the two unmoving extreme warriors.

She always felt that these people were laughing.

Bang - Bang -

The sound of cannon salutes during the rehearsal could be heard.

De la Cruz quickly moved forward, and they performed several identical movements while using nimble hand gestures to signal the mortal soldiers beside them to take their positions at the ramparts and open gates.

Realizing she was late, Aglaia quickly shook her head, no longer speculating about the intentions of these adults, and strode forward resolutely, finally arriving at the place she had 'endured many hardships' to be able to meet.

Karna, the Seraphim.

Romulus Quirinus, the Ruler.

Arthur Pendragon, King of Knights, Lord of Dark Angels.

Ramses, the formless and shapeless lord, the radiant one.

She steadily stepped onto the platform and stood beside the original body.

"grown ups--"

Aglaia began.

She then saw Tarasin, who was setting up equipment not far away. This being, who had countless clones, was as omnipresent as the Great Sage Kaul.

“I believe our judge has done his duty perfectly, Aglaia, but given the high expectations placed upon him, I’m afraid I won’t be able to give you much time to listen.”

Romulus smiled.

"Now, let's have our last participant come to our side."

A continuous stream of fireworks danced and soared amidst the continuous booming of cannons, as the ruler boldly opened his arms to face the crowd.

"Yes!"

Aglaia responded and took his seat. To his right was the Supreme Marshal Ledodes, and to his left was the somewhat reluctant but still present Sage Caul.

Her gaze passed through the backs of the four giants and looked into the distance.

In near-Earth orbit, the 'Eternal Expedition,' having completed its hull repairs, tows the wreckage of its nemesis and leads the entire fleet through the sky, its massive silhouette clearly discernible.

In the middle of the road, mortal soldiers marched side by side with Astartes, their steel armor and weapons clanging as they strode confidently along this path of glory.

At the end of the road, the 'Conqueror', its wrecked hull now stands as a monument to the glory of war.

Romulus watched all this and looked at his companion beside him.

The Battle of Cadian Gates - A Self-Defense Counterattack

This battle brought together more than 130 Astartes Chapters, including Ultramarines, Dark Angels, Blood Angels, Black Templars, and Space Wolves, more than 20 battleship squadrons encompassing the four major sectors of the Cadian Gate, and the Astral Forces provided by almost the entire industrial world of the Misty Starfield.

It came at the cost of 30,000 Astartes falling, the destruction of seven battleship fleets, and the sacrifice of billions of Astronauts.

In the vast battlefields that swept across several star sectors, the Imperial army completely annihilated the World Eater Legion and destroyed its fleet, severely damaged the Iron Warrior Legion, causing it to lose 60,000 troops, wiped out several Slaanesh warbands totaling more than 20,000 men, and dealt a devastating blow to the Dark Mechanicus, almost completely destroying its fleet.

The number of enemies annihilated was considerable, not to mention that Peturabo was among them.

But for Romulus, annihilating these enemies was only the beginning.

With the death of Peturabo, the part of the mechanical authority he had seized was taken over by the Wings of Dawn, and Romulus was finally able to begin to promote the application of some important technologies, while also having the capital to unite more members of the Mechanicus.

While the Space Wolves, deep behind enemy lines, were wreaking havoc on the Chaos's productivity, they also, under the guidance of the Eldar prophet, obtained the Soul Sword 'Veliszar', which carries the power of the Eldar Death God, on the former Eldar homeworld of Billel IV.

Once Ramses completes his application and analysis of the power of death, they will be able to take control of Guilliman's resurrection and will no longer need to be bound by the Eldar.

Chaos's enormous failure also made the four gods wary of them, and the activity records of the well-known demons under the command of the various evil gods in the galaxy visibly decreased.

Perhaps in the future, when the four gods begin to accept the coming changes, the Wings of Dawn will face even greater challenges, but for now, they have once again won a period of peaceful development.

The project includes clearing out mechanical religions, promoting technological applications, improving productivity in various special economic zones, advancing the wormhole project, the network cleanup project, the Comoros expedition project, and so on.
A series of plans flashed through his mind. Having gone through this most difficult time with his companions, there was so much he wanted to do and could do.

Crack!

A continuous barrage of cannon salutes rang out, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, a symbol of victory.

Romulus and his companions moved forward together.

The orderly cheers reached their ears.

Just like at the beginning of their journey, they stood shoulder to shoulder, holding each other's wrists, raising their hands high.

They won't hide behind anyone.

At this moment, in this place, you and I are one.

They stood on the high platform, walking side by side in the glorious viewing area, ordinary people and superhumans.

They cheered together for this moment, and then looked to the future together, gazing at a brand new beginning.
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Gulu~Gulu~
777.m41 November 7

"Add a little corruption, add a little filthy rain, add a little endless disease."

Putrefaction, swelling.

A large pot was bubbling and gurgling. In the filthy, emerald-green pot, a sickly green light reflected the Milky Way and revealed rows and rows of rotten teeth.

Wiping away the bouncing Nurgles from his face, the great god of corruption personally stirred the cauldron with a massive wooden paddle, gazing at the prosperous star field in the southeast corner of the galaxy.

In that corner, amidst the pale green foam, lay the ashen face of the Spirit Race's Goddess of Life.

crackle~
The bubble burst.

A drop of thick liquid splashed up and landed on Naguru's festering face.

"not enough."

The god of corruption, with its long, ulcerated tongue, licked the thick liquid, savoring its taste. Then it shook its head, and several pieces of rotten flesh fell from its obese body, transforming into a horde of demons that danced around the cauldron.

"There isn't enough time."

He shrugged and tore another piece of skin off his body.

He still needs time.

He also needs allies.

As Nagou stirred the crucible, he thought of that splash of red, a furious red born of defeat, and the repulsive pale blue that rose from the bottom of the pot.

(End of this chapter)