This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 415 Ha—(Two-in-One)

The enemy's encirclement is gradually tightening.

A hazy star field, a giant rock, the command sanctuary.

"My lord, the Auger Matrix indicates that a large amount of Plague Legion activity has been detected at a location of two astronomical units."

The Lord of the Stone, the mechanical sergeant who had been eternally imprisoned deep within this fragment of Caliban, spoke, his distorted voice indicating that part of his trachea or lungs had been replaced by machinery.

"quantity."

The knight sergeant, Evka, one of the Knights of the Round Table, stood beside the empty throne, frowning as he looked at the holographic projection before him.

As one of the new generation of Ravenwing's mentors, unlike Samuel and others who were mainly responsible for battlefield assaults, Evka took on the responsibility of infiltrating and ideologically reforming the Dark Angels after their first encounter with the Dark Angels' sub-group, the Consecrated Chapter.

This includes, but is not limited to, inciting extremist members to attack and weaken each other through accusations, gradually taking over the recruitment work within the inner circle, and selecting and ideologically educating the special forces dispatched by the chapter to the Dawnwing.

Recalling the message from Azrael in his mind, "Hold on tight, reinforcements are on their way," Evka never expected this.

The new recruits he sent there back then are now his leaders.

"One Abyss-class battleship, seven conventional battleships, three large escort fleets, and a considerable number of space wrecks."

The Lord of the Stone replied quickly, and then listed a series of detailed data.

“There are also traces of the Black Legion’s activities in Mandeville, which is further away.”

He added.

"It's another tactic of squeezing out living space by relying on superior military strength."

Evka muttered under his breath, "They still have no intention of launching an attack on the Great Stone?"

"After calculation, your judgment is correct."

"Damn it."

Evka looked at the star map, which was gradually being filled with green.

At Medusa's Gate, on the fortress planet in the northern region of the Great Stone Fortress, the Imperial Guard, with the assistance of the Astartes, launched one suicidal counterattack after another against the traitors who had occupied the spaceport. The heavy artillery began to tremble and shake, and the gun crews worked frantically in their trembling positions.

Even with the yellowish-green rain falling from the sky, the area around these gun positions was quickly filled with dust and smoke.

The Imperial Guard, replenished by the various Forgeworlds, was now fully equipped and had broken through the invaders' defenses, breaching the makeshift terracotta fortifications and Chaos altars, putting unprecedented pressure on the Chaos forces attempting to blockade the spaceports.

However, the repeated successes on the surface were of no use.

Boom! ! !

A streak of yellow light fell from the sky.

The infantrymen crouched low in the outer trenches, the sound of plasma tearing through the atmosphere drowning out the roaring chainswords rolling in their hands. The ground struck melted like burning foam, along with the Imperial Guards within.

Flames raged in the trenches, waiting for the surface anti-aircraft fire to force back the enemy warships near Earth orbit. Amidst the commander's roar, the legion, shattered by the naval gunfire, reorganized and launched another desperate charge behind the thick smoke.

Today, most units are composed of soldiers from various regiments, led by officer corps composed of veterans from Kadia, Modian, and Vostonia.

Above them, the sky was flashing red and yellow lights, and several scattered Space Marine squads were breaking apart on the ground to join the battle.

Such scenes are playing out constantly on the planets surrounding the megalithic fortress.

The Black Legion and the Plague Fleet have set up an encirclement nearly four hundred light-years in length and width. Most of the planets along the way have been occupied, and the various shipping routes have been blocked as if the enemy had foreseen the future. The Stone Fortress has been driven into a trap they deliberately set up after repeated naval defeats.

The reason for all this was the Dark Angels' defeat in the naval battle.

Looking at the densely packed blockade around him, Evka, who didn't know where to begin and realized he couldn't count on many people, couldn't help but sigh.

"How did the Dark Angel become like this?"

The communications channel echoed with the voices of the battle commanders from various rebuilt armies. These voices had been cut and fragmented after being transmitted through hundreds of communications stations.

The Dark Angels are known for their naval warfare prowess.

Or rather, there is nothing related to war that the First Army is not good at.

But how to say it.

Evka stared at the massive holographic projection, where the Dark Angel fleet, marked in gold, appeared somewhat scattered and disorganized.

At this moment, he felt a strange sense of powerlessness, as if he couldn't do anything about it.

It cannot be said that these Dark Angels are incompetent. In fact, due to the reduction in personnel, the basic level of these warriors, which fully exemplifies Lord Fenus's social theory, is much higher than during the Legion era.

However, after all, it was a legion that had been divided for nearly ten thousand years. Internally, the complete division between the inner and outer rings caused further fragmentation. When they finally started to coordinate, each battle commander had their own ideas, making the battles extremely clumsy and full of mistakes.

The enemy commander was clearly more adept at calculation.

The enemy astutely discovered that these fleets were poorly coordinated and lacked a unified voice, and through repeated skirmishes, they were defeated one by one.

The surrounding commanders instinctively lowered their heads and continued with their own tasks.

This is not the first time this Knight of the Round Table has said this.

Decades ago, their glorious brothers, led by the Knight Lord, won a brilliant victory at the Eye of Fear, but now they are being chased all over the place by a fleet.

A sense of shame gripped the hearts of these representatives from various warbands. They wore black and red armor, with only the insignia of their former sub-bands remaining on their shoulder armor.

While Evka was making some complaints, he didn't criticize the members too harshly. It was already a miracle that things had turned around after so many decades; at least they weren't some kind of superhuman.

After his reflection, Evka couldn't help but glare at Asmodae and Ezekiel, who were locked inside their armor at the back of the hall.

At the same time as the Plague Fleet's attack occurred, the Dark Angels also experienced a brief civil war.

Having been influenced by the Lord of Knights, Evka attempted to explain the current situation and hoped to reach an agreement with the die-hards within the chapter. However, he then endured an attack from the die-hards, represented by the High Inquisitor Asmod, with a relieved expression on his face.

Then, in less than two weeks, the Legion faction led by Evka, with the help of external pressure, managed to gain control of the Stone Fortress. With the help of the Stone Lord, the inquisition priests led by Asmodie and others were overthrown and stripped of their fighting power.

Azrael made a promise to this sergeant who had dedicated his life to the Chapter: he would be able to leave the Great Stone and travel to the various Forgeworlds to hone his skills, no longer bound to the Iron Throne like a caged bird awaiting death.

After all, the First Legion has no secrets these days.

The secret surgery performed on him as a Proto-Forged Space Marine completely swayed him to Azrael's side, and his infinite lifespan gave him ample time to witness all of this within the giant rock.

It turns out that there is indeed a big difference between having no sword in hand and having a sword but not using it.

After the brief conflict ended, Evka, silently reciting the teachings of the Lord of Knights, tried again to communicate with the two face to face, hoping that they could get the die-hards in the warband to behave and join forces to resist the enemy.

But it's no use; every explanation eventually goes from 'I think you're a fallen angel!' to 'You really are a fucking fallen angel!'

repent!

The code for Hakimi Shit Mountain—

Evka smiled with immediate relief.

The image of Lord Ramses's sarcastic remarks flashed through Evka's mind, and he suddenly felt that the other man's temper was already quite good.

Fortunately, their influence on the battle group has grown quite a bit over time, with the vast majority of outer ring members supporting them.

The Devotion Chapter, as the core of Flamewing, was the first and only chapter to be violently infiltrated by the Dark Angels, which allowed the elders who returned from ten thousand years ago to quickly grasp the most important part of the chapter's inner circle.

The recruitment and screening of new recruits.

Although he didn't quite understand why Yan Yi, who was known for his rationality and was in charge of coordinating and directing various projects, would become the headquarters of the interrogation priest group ten thousand years later, he had at least witnessed the extent of their fanaticism.

This forced Evka to keep the two under his watchful eye.

Because so far, no one has been found out who released Ezekiel from the stagnant position!
damn it--

The thought of commanding the fleet in battle, maintaining the fragile trust between the chapters that had become extremely fragile because the Fallen Angels had been brought into the open, and bearing a lot of external pressure while also having to guard against sniper attacks from who-knows-where made Evka want to punch the command platform.

However, given the current situation with unstable elements within the country and formidable enemies outside, he cannot afford to show the slightest wavering.

too tired!
How did the Legion become like this!
beep—

An emergency communication interrupted Evka's anger. "Communication from the Guardian Angel."

The Lord of the Giant Stone spoke.

The Vigilant Angels, a sub-unit of the Second Founding Army and part of the Steel Wing Combat Force, are known for their mechanized defensive capabilities.

"Connect".

"Forget about providing fire support."

Evka glanced at the star map and knew what had happened. He pressed the button on his communicator and called out, "Prepare to fight them off independently."

This chapter must hold the starport area of ​​that planet, otherwise the mobility of the Rock Fortress and its accompanying fleet will be even worse.

"We're ready."

The chapter commander of the Guardian Angels answered, but his voice was distorted and noisy: "Are our support troops ready to depart?"

"They should have arrived by now."

Evka answered instinctively, then frowned and asked the Lord of the Stone.

"Where is the angel of salvation?"

Redemption Angel, Second Military Sub-Group.

In the past, the Redeemers were the most relentless chapter among the Unforgiven in their pursuit of fallen angels. Because of this, they often abandoned their assigned missions without permission, which led most Imperial armies to refuse to fight alongside them. Many Space Marine chapters also clashed with the Redeemers.

"They are hunting down fallen angels in the warp."

The Lord of the Stone replied, "There are reports that they have discovered a Dark Angel Chaos Warband that worships the evil god Nurgle."

Then they abandoned their allies and ran away?!
The episode that best fits the stereotype.

Evka, his face taut, replied, “We will reorganize our support. The last engagement damaged the Caliban Apostles Chapter’s flagship, and the fortress is undergoing emergency repairs. The arrival time has been postponed to ten months. Until then, you need to hold on.”

He heard curses.

Communication was then cut off.

"They will have no cover above their heads, and the surplus fleet will focus on the defense of the Great Stone Fortress."

Evka turned to the Lord of the Stones and said, “Tell them about this.”

The Stone Lord glanced at the tall, dark angel standing to the side. This Knight of the Round Table had removed his helmet and stood resolutely among a group of 'comrades' each with their own thoughts.

Theoretically, the Stone Lord is of a higher rank than Azrael had promised him, but for now he must obey this veteran of the Legion.

“I told him, sir.”

The Lord of the Giant Stone said.

"Tell them again to make sure they know about this."

Evka frowned.

He must seize every opportunity to maintain the fragile trust between the warbands.

Fortunately, at least there is a role model for him to learn from and apply what he has learned, so that he can try to maintain this fragile resistance at this moment.

The mechanical ticking sound traveled from his arm to his brain, and Evka raised his gaze, sweeping over his colleagues.

Several of them accepted the order and left.

Evka kept his head down, focused on the battle, trying to prolong the struggle of the Stone Fortress as much as possible.

If everything is heading in an irreversible direction, they will not hesitate to destroy it all.
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puff!

Above the dimly lit starport, a giant scythe, shrouded in decay and stench, swept down a vigilant angel.

The swarm of decaying flies crawled in through the cracks in the armor and, in the blink of an eye, emptied the body of the warrior who had fought so hard, surrounded, until the chosen one finally fell.

"They are exceptionally resilient."

"Typhons said in a low voice."

The Plague Legion's banners unfurled behind the advancing fortifications. Plague Legion soldiers advanced in the rain, and large amounts of gray-green fungal carpets sprouted from the metal ground. Military chemicals and toxic gases dissolved in the rain mixed with acidic components, tormenting this ravaged starport.

On the outskirts of the battlefield, the remaining enemy fleet and surface air defenses continued to engage in close combat with our forces.

It took the Plague Legion seven weeks to complete the occupation of the outer areas of the Starport.

"They are far too weak."

Abbotton commented.

Having witnessed Koswayne lead 30,000 Dark Angels to break through the defenses of hundreds of thousands and reclaim the Star Torch, he felt that these Dark Angels were not up to par.

The Midnight Lord beside him nodded and straightened his leather cloak, which had been scraped and gleamed.

Anyone who has witnessed the power of the Dark Angels in the Great Expedition would find their current reaction utterly incompetent.

They were wary of each other, acted independently, and lacked tactical acumen.

The same massive naval force could not be concentrated in one place; most of the areas they guarded, along with the resistance and the fortresses themselves, were razed to the ground, leaving behind a pool of molten lava in the place that was once the entire city.

Typhons shrugged.

Of course he knew that he was the one who almost got crushed by Sigismund and Coswayne with superior forces in the hollow mountains next to Starfire.

That is why he was very dissatisfied with their results.

Their journey on this planet has been delayed for far too long, yet the guys around them seem quite pleased with themselves for it.

Typhons frowned, his mind filled with the task his loving father had given him, criticizing his own performance if the area above his eyes filled with two maggot-like fascia could be called his forehead.

The white light flashed and disappeared in the field of vision.

"what is that?"

Typhons turned his compound eyes and asked his colleague beside him.

"Spirit Clan pirates".

The Midnight Lord, who had spent a long time in the Ghoul Starfield, replied:
"Ignore them. These aliens always like to take advantage of the chaos when we're fighting with our cousins."

Typhons nodded. Unlike Ahriman, he was not unusually obsessed with the Eldar and had very limited knowledge of these aliens.

He then looked down at the planet.

The Plague Fleet's attack, dragging asteroids along, was swallowed up by the ripples of the Void Shield. Occasionally, fragments would fall on the wasteland far from the city, creating huge mushroom clouds. Azure plasma would occasionally break through the dim atmosphere, putting up a futile resistance against the Ominous Ark that was entrenched there.

Grani is the innermost and most crucial stronghold in the massive fortress defense line that guards the path to the Stone Fortress star map.

As a trade route node, this planet was not specially fortified and modified like the fortresses around Cardia, but it has hindered the Plague Fleet's progress for a long time.

The Vigilant Angels dug deep into the ground, desperately resisting any artillery fire and attacks aimed at the Colossus Gate. The Death Guard's heavily armored forces, along with the Plague Warriors, comparable to the original Space Marines, engaged in a prolonged battle with the defenders for over a month, but to no avail.

By Chaos's standards, their progress is actually quite good. Once they capture this place, the Stone Fortress will have no chance of escape.

Now, the Plague Legion is tightening its encirclement.

Vastor, who was waiting in the designated area, looked at the masterpiece in front of him with a satisfied smile.

Look, this is the efficiency that comes from meticulous calculations!
Beside him, the Dark Angel High Master Naberius, bound to the chapter banner, gazed at the star map. The once indomitable chapter master was now filled with regret and despair.

As the boulder gradually falls into the trap amidst internal and external troubles, Vashtor's plan is steadily taking shape.
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818.m41 November 11

Netway, the Steelwing Fleet, the 'Silent Oath'

Two Eldar ranger lords were led into the round table hall.

(End of this chapter)