This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 372 What does it mean to go to the Great Whirlpool to pick up the mourners?
For the Mountain Array, the chaotic threat on board had been quelled after agreeing to the intervention of the Dark Angels.

Even the appearance of the demon portal did not cause any problems with the environment of the Mountain Array; in fact, the overall subspace readings began to decrease, and Steelwing even used its superior technical reserves to maintain some abandoned areas that had fallen into disrepair over the years.

They brought along the technical sergeants of the Imperial Fist, and taught them step by step.

Although the sheer size of the Yamajin-class destroyer meant that this level of repair only restored basic functionality to some areas.

The safety systems and automated devices that were restored to working order were hardly repairs for this behemoth, which was born in the dark age of technology and had a radius of 2,300 kilometers but had never demonstrated its true function. However, having them was better than not having them at all.

Rarely, the Imperial Fist, who suffered discrimination from the High Lords because of his Astartes identity and rarely interacted with other Astartes because he was in Terra, finally experienced what it meant to be cared for by his leader.

However, the humiliation and torment behind this series of victories are unacceptable to the Fist of the Empire today.

Leaving aside the issue of interrogating the Soul Drinkers and their alleged betrayal, the truly appalling thing is that such a terrifying chaotic corruption had appeared on the Mountain Array left to them by Roger Dorn, yet they, as the guardians of the Mountain Array, had never noticed it.
This makes them seem like clowns, rushing to the Extreme Starfield to interrogate the Soul Drinkers.

Furthermore, the revelation of a series of secrets at the Blade's Edge Conference and the public exposure of the chapter's past humiliations placed unprecedented psychological pressure on these resilient warriors.

"This is."

When Ramses and Arthur, with Lysander's permission, visited the Mountain Array and scanned its technology, they witnessed a bizarre scene as they passed a training ground.

A mountain guard brother wearing a pain glove.

He was stripped of his armor, the input ports on his black chest armor hanging from bundles of cables on the ceiling, and the pain gloves themselves resembled some strange mollusk, a blocky, mucous membrane that covered the warrior from neck to ankle.

It writhes on his skin, as if trying to pinpoint the most intense pain to inflict upon the warrior encased within it.

Ramses looked troubled immediately.

The accompanying mountain guards were used to it.

If it weren't for his duty to lead the Primarch on a tour, he would have had to put on the Pain Gloves and reflect on himself.

What a shame!
"This Imperial Fist has the potential to be cast into Slaanesh."

Ramses sighed in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"It's still different."

Arthur shook his head.

"The Imperial Fist uses the Gauntlets of Pain to reflect on their mistakes through pain, to concentrate their minds and make their spirits more resilient through the tempering of pain, unlike the Slaanesh who derive pleasure from pain."

And to be honest, I've encountered quite a few Slaanesh followers by now. Apart from a god-like being like Forgrim, who is in a state of conscious depravity and has truly completed his transformation, other Slaanesh followers, without the filter of their senses, probably wouldn't last a minute against the Gloves of Pain.

"However, in the final analysis, it is also a bad habit."

Arthur also felt that the emergence of this tradition was problematic.

Whether they are scavengers struggling at the bottom of the hive or the Imperial Fist now trying to wash away their shame through pain, reality has been too harsh on them.

If it weren't for the ever-present pressure, these Astartes wouldn't need to resort to such extreme methods to train themselves.

But change can only happen gradually.

"I hope that Imperial Fist will be able to establish offices in the five special zones in the future."

As Lysander, the battle-hardened, honored warrior, left the meeting room with a pained expression, Arthur came before him.

The Knight Lord advised him, "While the Imperial Fist still retains the tradition of the Blade Feast, its communication with other chapters and Imperial forces is too weak."

In the past, Dorne pursued isolationism, remaining wary of any legion and not allowing the Imperial Fist to interfere too much in matters between it and Astartes, because the Imperial Fist itself was capable of isolating everyone.

In the post-Great Rebellion era, whether it was the newly formed Highlords or the nascent Inquisition, their power came from the authority of the Terra Guard, and they had to consider the whims of the Imperial Fist in everything they did.

However, with the end of the War of the Beasts and the death of Thorne, who rebuilt the chapter, the Imperial Fist gradually transformed from the Terra Guard, who could control the Highlords' immunity, into an ordinary chapter.

The loss of their chapter history deprived them of the leverage to threaten the Highlords, and the passage of a series of bills left these politically inept Stones struggling to cope.

Even the chapter monasteries located on the surface of Terra no longer belong to them. Except during the recruitment period, the Imperial Fist can only perform the duties of the Terra Guard on one of Terra's orbiting satellites.

By the forty-first millennium, the power between them was completely unequal, and the existence of the Imperial Fist itself had changed from a practical meaning to a symbolic one.

"But Lord Arthur, we—"

Lesander despised their background and their recent actions.

“Some things cease to be problems once they are brought up.”

Arthur shook his head.

"This matter is not a handle to be used against us, but rather it is being brought out now for us to determine its nature, and also to show our attitude to the outside world."

The Imperial Fists have a problematic past, but that doesn't mean Lysander and his group are traitors. What Arthur and his team need to do is ensure everyone understands that history correctly, rather than letting it become leverage for Imperial departments to attack each other. Arthur also understands that the reason these chapters kept the secret in the past was because there wasn't a sufficiently influential figure to define the matter. Exposing it would only exacerbate conflicts between various Imperial departments and create more trouble for themselves.

But now, haven't some influential people arrived?
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Lysander remained silent, gazing up at the Lord of Knights.

He quickly looked away.

By Dorn, please forgive my wavering.

He quickly shook his head and then accepted the order.

"I will communicate with the chapter leader, and Imperial Fist will actively integrate into the construction of the Dawnwing system in the future."

"For humanity."

Arthur reached out and patted Lysander on the shoulder.

"For humanity!"

The Imperial Fist Company Commander, roused from his slumber, quickly took his leave.

"Sometimes I really think you care too much about these Astartes."

Ramses, standing nearby, couldn't help but joke, "Even a biological mother wouldn't be this good."

"My existence is to maintain the stability of the entire military system."

Arthur shook his head; it was what he should do.

"Old Luo and Karna mobilized the grassroots forces through scientific management and faith. I must ensure that these forces, supported by countless civilians, play their due role and live up to the sacrifices and contributions of countless people, rather than letting military units fall into endless internal strife. This is one of the reasons for my existence."

Dong~ Dong Dong~
A guard who happened to be passing by, intending to see what the Astartes were planning to do, turned around and left upon hearing this.

"Hahaha~"

Ramses laughed heartily.

The Imperial Guards departed even faster.

What do we do now?

he asked again.

Although Romulus assigned him a lot of work, he was relatively free in the real universe.

The Death God's power is still a mystery, and the Laughing God is still struggling with whether to betray his own brothers. He usually just spends his time in the warp, hunting and conducting a series of tests.

"Go to the Great Whirlpool to meet the Weeping Ones and the Man-Eating Sharks."

Arthur replied, turning around to leave the Steelblood.

They entered the Extreme Starfield ahead of the main force of the Dawn Fleet, and it will be some time before the main fleet returns to the Dawn Starfield.

The Black Templars and other subgroups will also be going, as the Blade's Feast will take place there. The 'Iron Blood' will be repaired in Mars, the forging world next to Dawn Star, while also preparing technology for the future construction of the Glory Queen.

Meanwhile, at Ledodes's suggestion, the captured Queen of Glory will be supplied to the members of the Broken Legion as their operational flagship in the future.

"Wait a minute?"

Ramses tilted his head.

"Didn't they go to the Ghoul Star Region in the northeast corner of the Milky Way? How come they're in the Great Vortex?"

"That's a question for the one who is weeping."

When Arthur first received the message, he was speechless.

"Lost in warp space?"

Ramses figured out what had happened in an instant.

"I was wondering why I couldn't get in touch with Kahulanji; I thought he was dead."

"Correct."

Arthur nodded, acknowledging his partner's guess.

"grass!"

(End of this chapter)