This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 366 They were not killing aimlessly, but had already chosen their targets.

When will all this finally end?

Boom~Boom~
Every now and then, a tremor would come from tens of kilometers above the sky. The apprentice’s past experience in supervising the construction and maintenance of space elevators told him that another huge warship had brushed past the docking ring and locked onto its target.

Thick smoke billowed out from the sacred Om Messiah sanctuary and research towers, rising upwards.

But this apprentice, who had just been freed from months of continuous production tasks, could see much more.

Not far away, the massive core, towers, fortresses, and streets of the Sages' Royal Fortress were completely engulfed in flames. Two hundred kilometers to the southwest, the distant outline of the magnificent Sky Gate, along with its unshakable concentric ring walls and secondary gates, was utterly destroyed. The battleships stretching along near-Earth orbit were shrouded in hazy smoke rising from various blockade zones.

That authority was so far away, yet closer than ever before.

He looked at the sanctuaries he had never set foot in, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

The apprentice then stepped into this sanctuary he had never visited before.

Hundreds of meters below, where flames soared into the sky, lies the entrance to the castle, once the supreme authority of the mechanical god. Now, it has been reduced to a burning and ruined area under saturation damage.

Millions of flames flew everywhere like exploding coal, smoke billowed, heavy artillery flashed, war engines fired electromagnetic pulses, and various independent aircraft and assault boats, under the urgent command of the various sages, swarmed together like flocks of birds and flew past at high speed.

This will be the last leg of their long migration to their final destination.

The world of casting has been attacked like never before.

This includes, but is not limited to, information blockade, beyond-visual-range saturation attacks, multi-dimensional decapitation strikes that are difficult to defend against, and physical reduction attacks on stubborn resistance organizations.

Click~
Some gravel fell.

The apprentice realized what was happening and then signaled to his colleagues who were on duty inside the factory.

He looked around warily, not in a hurry to return to the safe zone, as if the quiet shadows covered by artillery fire were all deadly threats.

He wanted to do something, even though he was afraid that his mentor would hold him accountable for leaving his post and make him waste years in the machine-filled workstation. He was also afraid that this war of unknown origin might take his life.

Even though the existence of the attackers has warned the world to continue production and wait for everything to end.

The moment his consciousness emerged from the steel womb, he knew that in this world you cannot entrust your life to any being; you must play any role in your life, whether it is a scholar, a politician, or a worker.
A soldier.

Is anyone there?

He drew his weapon and shouted.

Hu~hu~
Apart from the rumbling sounds of distant explosions, only the clicking of machinery could be heard in the highly toxic atmosphere.

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The apprentice's eyes widened. His instrument was an outdated model from his mentor, which was outdated from centuries ago and was not sufficient to allow him to see through the thick wall.

"I am coming!"

He continued shouting, the robotic arm holding a plasma pistol slowly approaching the wall.

Yarn~ Yarn~
His inferior power unit made it difficult for him to conceal his movements.

The apprentice looked at the shadow.

If there were someone hiding among them at this very moment, then he would have definitely been exposed.

A faint, rhythmic whooshing sound could be heard from that corner, and unusual changes in air pressure could be observed. The apprentice was naturally extremely sensitive to the reactions between those substances, and he felt that there must be someone there.

However, some of the apprentices were not content with this.

If we just retreat like this...

He wanted to reclaim his research findings, even if it was just a little bit, which, combined with the resources he had accumulated, might allow him to complete a research report and then visit a new mentor in hopes of advancing his rank.

A world of forging has been attacked, and the higher-ups have fallen silent.

Such an opportunity is extremely rare.

'Please, if anyone's even replying, that would be great.'

He swallowed nervously behind the mask, his throat, which had not been modified, then mustered his courage, raised his gun, and approached the rift.

Click!

From the shadows, a powerful mechanical arm emerged and clamped down on the apprentice's neck.

The apprentice stared wide-eyed in horror.

With just that one instant of physical contact, his body was completely locked in place.

He immediately looked with a pleading gaze at the green eyes beneath the other's gray robe.

The great sage seemed to have shown mercy; otherwise, he would have been poisoned to death on the spot by the highly toxic atmosphere of the Forged World due to the failure of the filtration device.

"A slightly overly enthusiastic but somewhat ill-timed welcome."

The great sage's gaze fell upon the plasma pistol at his feet.

"It's the same for both of us."

He loosened his grip on the apprentice slightly.

"Cough cough~"

The apprentice, frozen in place due to his body being locked, coughed a few times with difficulty, and the parts in his chest emitted a slightly sluggish sound of pressure release.

"How did you find me?"

The sage, who seemed to have completed the transformation of his entire body, did not care about the other party's previous offense. Instead, he observed the other party with his green eyes and asked with great interest.

“The abnormal air pressure phenomenon caused by the reaction of waste chemicals from the servo skull with the atmosphere, Sage.”

The apprentice replied honestly.

"Oh~ it seems I can make fun of someone again later."

The great sage played with the antique he had acquired and replied with a chuckle.

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The apprentice remained silent, unsure how to respond, only finding the sage to be very kind.

"Where are you planning to go? This doesn't seem to be an area you can go to."

The great sage asked again.

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The apprentice's expression immediately turned tense beneath the mask.

Tarachin watched the daring apprentice with patience.

“I—I hope to go to my mentor Opsilon’s lab to retrieve my experimental data.”

He looked at Tarasin as if he had made up his mind.

“He took my experimental data, and I need that data to pass the promotion assessment.”

He waited anxiously for a response.

A long time~
"So that's how it is, a tragedy that has occurred countless times in this galaxy."

The grey-green sage finally spoke.

"It's truly astonishing that you would choose to ask a stranger for help, that you would try to believe that justice still exists, and that you would try to prove through your actions that the world can provide you with a relatively fair environment?"

His words sounded like a mockery, causing the apprentice to lower his head in shame.

"I can serve you; my wisdom, my future life, everything I have is for you."

The apprentice spoke in a hoarse voice:

“This is a deal, and I believe I have that value.”

He tried his best to persuade the wise man before him.

At the very least, we can't let the fact that he came here be exposed.

Otherwise, he would die a terrible death; his brain would become the contemplator of some sage, and his body would become part of an assembly line factory.

"Well, it's a pity that chemistry isn't my strong suit."

Amidst the apprentice's despairing gaze, the grey-green sage shook his head slightly.

"Let's go back."

He persuaded them and lifted the shackles on the apprentices.

The apprentice shook his head with difficulty.

"Look at this world, what has it done to a child who wanted to pursue the truth?" The great sage shook his head and then offered a word of advice.

"If you keep going, you will die, and you will die a meaningless death."

The apprentice was about to express his determination when his head was suddenly engulfed by endless light.

boom!
The heat wave rolled in.

When the apprentice struggled to his feet amidst a cacophony of error messages, he discovered that his surroundings had transformed into a living hell.

Apart from the tiny area where he was located, everything around him, including the sanctuary that might have stored his data, vanished.

"Look~"

Tarasin shrugged and removed the shield.

He manipulated the gravity system, bringing the apprentice back to the safe zone he had come from.

"Let's go back."

He tried to persuade him again.

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The apprentice seemed not to hear, staring at the lava before him with despair in his eyes.

Do you remember how the experiment was done?

Tarasin asked again.

"Of course!"

The apprentice immediately replied, "I simply lack the materials; my wealth does not allow me to conduct the experiment again."

"Then go back."

Tarasin said for the third time.

"Only by living can you have a chance."

The apprentice looked completely bewildered.

"Look around, what do you see?"

Taracin points to the sky and the earth.

Scorching gunfire occasionally rained down from the sky, and the shadows of warships would sometimes streak across the horizon.

The fortress was reduced to fragments, its thick armor completely flattened like pieces of metal foil, and magnificent firing platforms on the ground disappeared under the relentless bombardment.

Brownish-yellow dust still lingered in the air, as if the area he was in was the only remaining piece of the world.

"destroy."

The apprentice murmured, the molten lava making his already crimson attire appear even redder.

"Yes, destruction, especially for the relics buried within. Every time a spear of light falls, my heart aches. Yet another trace left by an ancient saint has been completely destroyed."

Tarahin immediately adopted a pained and indignant posture, then paused for a moment before continuing:
“But I didn’t stop them—though I’m not sure I could have, the conclusion is no, but I didn’t even try much.”

"Do you know why?"

The apprentice shook his head blankly.

"They brought something new."

Tarasin watched the Dark Angels' surgically precise attacks, these warriors who were invincible on the main battlefield also performed them like works of art in complex local conflicts.

"More alluring than cold, lifeless ruins, just like you right now. I think you need to live, and I want to see more."

The apprentice was very puzzled.

So he's been accepted?

"I guess so, you've caught my eye, kid."

"As if he could read minds," Tarachin continued, tossing him a piece of living metal.

"You can certainly try to decipher and understand something that can save your life, but before that, go back and stay put."

"There will always be an opportunity, and that opportunity won't be far off."

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The apprentice took the rhombus-shaped object, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded firmly.

He turned and left.

Call ~
The flames flickered, burning this stagnant land.

The rhythm of swords and guns annihilated the greedy parasites within.

Boom!

Amidst the magnificent ruins, a Warlord-class Titan fell.

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Faced with lifeless enemies, the dark angels turned their backs, carrying this burning world on their backs, and headed for their next destination.

They were not killing indiscriminately; they had already chosen their targets.
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Click!

Atlas Forges the World, Starport
When the desperate and reckless Vik bio-sage, manipulating a war machine created through genetic engineering, charged toward Arthur, he was met with the cold, razor-sharp edge of a black sword that could cut through iron like mud.

The battle was over in seconds.

But Arthur continued to look around, sword in hand, waiting until no more hidden enemies rushed out and no more explosives suddenly detonated. Only then did he sheath his sword, turn around, and speak to the doorway.

"ended."

As he spoke, his followers filed in.

As they spent more time together, the Dark Angel's respect for Arthur gradually shifted from respect for bloodline and status to respect for Arthur himself.

They always take the initiative to help the Knight Lord solve his problems, strive to complete the duties assigned to them by Broken Steel Wings independently, and even feel guilty for causing the Knight Lord to participate in an operation.

But Arthur told them that the wars they had experienced might end easily, but he was the leader of the Dark Angels, and he was there to ensure their next victory.

He didn't like letting these excellent soldiers venture deep into enemy territory alone.

Now, Kai and Gareth guard the gate, while Roch's technical sergeants and accompanying Agrippina mechanical sages clean up the severed limbs and corpses scattered on the ground, and inspect the Thinker fleet in the starport.

Their goal is about to be achieved.

All the rebels were trapped on this planet; no one escaped.

"Beria, report the situation."

"The Lord of Knights said in the communication channel."

"The remaining traitorous troops were driven back to the Ommesai Sanctuary."

Beria's reply was intermittently interrupted by communication interference.

"In the high-intensity zone, the Third Terrorwing Commando intervened and cleared out the enemy. The entire city is now yours, Your Highness."

The Dark Angels' initial passive handling of the mechanical factories directly resulted in many lower-level sages and members of the Cult of Mechanics failing to provide timely and effective support to the upper-level ruling sages and supervising sages who were attacked. This massive production unit also entered a passive state after the Forging World's counterattack fell into a disadvantageous position.

After completing the decapitation operation, the Dark Angel swept through the world unimpeded and did not encounter any full-scale resistance from the entire Forging World.

"Glory to us, my dark angels."

Arthur smiled and agreed.

Next, Romulus took over this forging world and quickly transformed the grassroots mechanical sages and apprentices.

These highly skilled individuals, forged from harsh environments, should no longer waste their lives on infighting and armed conflict among academic cliques.

Beria immediately straightened his head and puffed out his chest.

"This city will belong to us, to every one of us in it."

Azrael corrected.

"This will be a victory of liberation for Atlas."

After he finished speaking, he ended the call, took off his helmet, and glared at Beria, whose ideological awareness was still not high enough.

Beria gave an awkward smile.

(End of this chapter)