This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 416 War Doesn't Lie
Just as Vashtor's plan was progressing rapidly—

Within the Webpath, the Eldar, who had not received much attention from Chaos and the Empire, also found new masters.

Ilik Nightspear looked at the tall knight before him, who exuded an empty and terrifying aura.

The Eldar's once-proud warp connection was severed. Consciousness, soul, and body were now divided into three parts. The soul could no longer be perceived, and consciousness and body were forcibly combined together.

This made him tremble involuntarily, and the ranger lord's breathing quickened.

He had never seen such a posture in any Eldar texts or ancient ruins; perhaps only those Star Gods shattered by the Necromancers of the cosmos possessed such power.

I don't know how things that should be irreconcilable ended up being mixed together.

"The ship is in good condition."

"No abnormalities found in the pathway."

"The vanguard has taken control of the Dark Eldar outpost entrenched at the pass, and the fleet will pass through in an hour."

Inside the bridge, a series of routine reports echoed.

Iket and his companion from Bietan bowed their heads and waited, recalling in their minds the appearance of the formless and intangible lord, who was clearly a god of the subspace. They couldn't help but feel a heartfelt admiration for the emperor whose footprints had even been left in Comoros.

Arthur, who paid no attention to the inner thoughts of the ranger lords, observed from the edge of the War Council.

Ramses felt that their fleet's deployment of information ports was not secure enough, after all, they didn't even know what the Boulder was or where they had recruited a bunch of Eldar rangers.

These young people, unable to accept the Ark Eldar's almost harsh lifestyle and unwilling to live like their depraved cousins, had no interest in the discipline of the path. Instead, driven by curiosity, they chose to explore the unknown and thus identified themselves as exiles and cursed ones.

These rangers specialize in roaming ahead of the Eldar main force, using guerrilla tactics to hinder enemy troops or disrupt their command system before the battle begins, or guiding the main force through the net tunnels.

Among them, the use of rangers in the world of Ark of the Beetle is considered to be the pinnacle.

As the world of Ark where martial spirit is most abundant, the ranger forces of Biettan have always been closely integrated with their military system, and have been highly active in wars involving Biettan as part of the enemy's rear battlefield.

These documents contain the network routes detected by various ranger groups, the actual situation within the Stone Encirclement, and the troop deployments of Chaos, with Typhon's Plague Fleet as the main force, Abaddon's Black Legion as a secondary force, and some Chaos warbands attracted by the Vashtor War Machine.

No major forces of Vashtor were found, and there was no record of the planet-killers, one of the main forces of the Black Legion, ever appearing.

He distributed the documents submitted by the Eldar, began instructing the Flamewing to plan their next journey, and then continued to monitor the situation in other parts of the galaxy.

Ramses stood beside him, lost in thought, probably harassing Corax again with questions like, "Have you eaten?", "How was the meal?", "Was it good?"

His efficient information transmission speed allowed him to keep his sights on the other side of the galaxy, including the main force of the Dawn Fleet, which was breaking through the blockade of multiple Chaos Fleets.

Watching the Lord of Knights at work is a real pleasure. In the known galaxy, few can strategize in such a massive war as he does. Apart from his companions, the rest lie in the static position on the other side of the galaxy.

Unlike Romulus, who meticulously calculated every step of the operation of society, Arthur always left room for maneuver when manipulating battles. His active communication with his subordinates and the mutual understanding they accumulated allowed him to easily select the most suitable person from among his men when facing a threat.

His gaze kept shifting, glancing from one screen to another, gathering information, making decisions, and arranging personnel.

This also allowed Romulus to focus his attention on the interior of the Dawn Sector, exploring the potential of this powerful sector and constantly pumping out the lifeblood that sustains other star systems.

"Your Highness."

Azrael passed through the war chamber surrounded by flames and came to Arthur's side.

"It's faster than expected."

The Knight Lord's voice was not exactly cold, which contrasted considerably with his face.

"Although the network path is intricate and complex, the experience of the Eldar rangers makes up for it, and we are faster than expected."

Azrael approached Arthur and reported to him.

"The battle situation is far from ideal."

The Knights of the Round Table around them immediately perked up their ears. "Senior Evka still hasn't fully grasped the Stone Fortress. There are many wavering individuals, and extremists still exist. There are no clues about the Lion King. Many sub-groups have responded to this call, but each sub-group is affected to varying degrees by internal problems and is in different states. Some have already been defeated one by one."

Azrael phrased it more tactfully.

It means that they cannot be commanded and are outwardly united but inwardly divided.

Those who actually listened ended up in big trouble. Not only did they have to take on the most stressful areas, but they were also unlucky enough to be stood up by teammates who were more focused on other things.

It can only be said that the ideological education and blood transfusion work in recent years has been quite good, widening the numerical gap between the extreme and moderate factions. At least now, when faced with emergencies, there has been no situation where they are fighting chaos while their own faction is fighting an internal civil war.

"Haha~"

A sneer rang out, and everyone present tensed up.

"Hey~"

Arthur sighed, feeling sorry for the warriors who died while fulfilling their duty.

"This war has shown who is unfit to be a Dark Angel and who is qualified to stay."

The Lord of Knights' voice echoed in the council hall, delivering his final verdict.

Having a fit of madness is acceptable, but it cannot affect the overall situation.

This is Arthur's bottom line. As a human who has lived in a mortal body for more than 20 years, he can fully accept the flaws that a person has. Perfection has always been a false proposition, but he cannot accept that this flaw will affect the overall situation.

This is selfishness, and it is irresponsibility towards the lives of those who are loyal.

We must seize this window of opportunity and solve this once and for all.

Some people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Disperse the support troops, prioritize consolidating the battle groups in the resistance zones, and then gather at the Boulder."

"Yes, Your Highness!"
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From this moment forward, Abaddon felt that Typhon's tenacity was superior.

These plague-ridden pigs are truly deadly; it's enviable that Mortarian still retains its fertility.

On the Vengeance Soul, he gazed at the starport, which was almost ablaze, and the groaning orbital landing sites below.

By this time, Typhon had landed on a surface platform, a large landing site used for transporting goods or weapons of war, which had been captured with great difficulty twelve days earlier.

The airport was battered but still operational. The hive's massive and resilient steel structure allowed it to withstand the orbital strikes and was trembling under the bombardment. Meanwhile, the Plague Fleet's heavy transport planes, encased in flesh and blood, were transporting manpower and machinery to the surface.

The magnificent building was being corrupted, and Abaddon could feel the clamor of the Nurgles gathered on the airport structure. They coalesced beneath pools of pus spilled by the Plague Warriors, flowing into the open city below like grease or putrid fat.

Every now and then, a tremor would come from hundreds of kilometers above the Nest City, as another massive warship brushed past the docking ring and locked into place, gushing out countless amounts of yellowish-green putrid liquid.

Thick smoke billowed out, and flames erupted from the still-fighting foundations and exposed breaches caused by heavy pressure or artillery fire.

Commanders who led from the front died one after another, and countless ordinary people who lost their backbone were corrupted in the blink of an eye, turning into walking corpses.

Seven Warhound-class Titans emerged from the smoke and clouds, swaggering into view, with the Plague Legion gathering at their feet as they advanced.

Behind them, three more cumbersome Warmaster-class Titans were struggling to move forward, their mottled forms swallowed up by billowing smoke.

The city wall began to tremble.

The Titans opened fire: giant plasma cannons, heavy laser cannons, and modified triple-barreled cannons from the warhounds fired pools of corrosive liquid. The areas that were sprayed first sprouted bizarre creatures, and then were eaten away, leaving pitted holes.

Steel was pulverized, city walls collapsed, and the yellow-armored corpse was thrown into the air.

They had reached a dead end.

(End of this chapter)