This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 417: Why should we protect such ruins?

"Rescue is still on its way."

The Grani, upper level of the Grani hive, central command room.

The young communications soldier gave a wry smile. His armor was still a plain, pale yellow, worn and tattered from the wear and tear of gunpowder.

Can't catch up.

The Stone Fortress was willing but powerless, while its brothers, each with their own agendas, were capable but unwilling.

"It seems that executing the pastor was the best decision we ever made."

In the core command center of the hive, a vigilant knight dressed as an Unyielding Terminator whispered, "These damned traitors are getting desperate."

His body was painted bone white, symbolizing his position within the chapter; he was also a member of Deathwing.

The violent tremors shook the upper levels of the hive city, but the eyes of the vigilant knights showed not a trace of fear or shame.

At least for this moment, they, the Guardian Angels, remain united and consistent in their words and deeds.

Even though they were outnumbered, they still put up the fiercest resistance with the tenacity of a lion.

They didn't know how those traitors despised them, but they were proud that they had given their all at this moment.

At least they won't be traitors!
"Yes, brother."

Looking at the enemy's imposing presence, Carmel, the then-commander of the Guardian Angels, whispered:

"That's fucking right."

He took up his weapon.
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This is the area of ​​intense firefights at the landing zone.

A severely understaffed squad of Guardian Angels is putting up a fierce resistance around a military warehouse.

boom!
The door was rammed open, and a scythe surrounded by psionic lightning tore the door apart from its location.

Two crumpled steel plates crashed onto the deck. Plague-covered metal surfaces shrieked as they slid inwards, unable to bounce due to their massive weight. The sparks that should have ignited from rubbing against the metal floor were drowned out by a thick, yellowish-green mist, which enveloped the gradually falling silent terminals.

Typhons strode over, maggots, carapaces, and microorganisms coiling around the Dread Knight's power armor.

His footsteps announced his arrival, like the final toll of a lost soul's bell.

Support is still on its way.
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"When that moment actually arrived, I was instinctively filled with fear."

Standing inside the transport ship that had just separated from the main fleet and was traveling at high speed, Kai couldn't help but ask this junior, whose growth rate was exaggerated, a question.

“The Stonehold Fortress and those scattered chapters cannot survive in isolation forever, Azrael. You don’t know the past, but we always have. We have to prepare for the worst, or we will fall back into chaos.”

No, man.

Let's not even talk about the lions. Just how much psychological trauma did my group of modern-day fanatic brothers leave on these old masters?
Seeing his elder brother's hesitation, as if he wanted to escape reality, Azrael abandoned his intention to offer further comfort and couldn't help but speak up:

"Tell me honestly, do you doubt His Highness's ability to protect his legion? Do you doubt that His Highness can do better than us?"

"I have no doubt at all."

Kai frowned and asked another adjutant.

“But what should we do, Gareth? The lion’s temper is always unpredictable.”

Everyone around him tensed up; this guy's extremely tense state made the already somewhat nervous old folks less nervous.

"Do you realize that you're acting like you're desperate to prove whether your owner loves your pet or not?"

Gareth couldn't help but laugh as he spoke.

"?"

"You are not a pet—"

His eyes gleamed as he met Kai's glare.

"Just as Your Highness said, we are warriors born to protect humanity. As long as we do not stray from this path, Your Highness has the obligation to protect us from any harm."

"Ok."

Kai began to speak, then his expression turned serious. It was clear he was very nervous; it seemed his past experiences had left some kind of trauma.

"Seriously, bro—"

After passing through the cleared network crossing, the fleet began to accelerate.

Gareth glanced at the group of Knights of the Round Table who had volunteered behind him, and spoke first:

“I see no reason not to do so. Even if the Lion King still seeks revenge on us for unjust crimes, we have no reason to deprive these warriors who fight for their forgotten vision of the protection of the Lord of the Knights.”

"The empire is indeed flawed from any perspective, but the countless people who live under its banner are innocent."

Gareth was lost in reminiscence, recalling his past.

"They are suffering from countless invasions and threats, including the remnants of the aliens that we have failed to eradicate, the chaotic forces from other brother legions, and of course, these so-called brothers of our own."

“They all seek to enslave all of humanity or cover up the truth with the lives of countless innocent people, but can we justify letting others bear the consequences of the wrong choices made by their ancestors, the Astartes Legion, and even the Primarchs?”

"You can think about it."

Completely shut down by his companion's barrage of words, Kai, unable to find any more complaints, kept kneading the hilt of his sword.

The member who usually seems the most carefree is now the most conflicted.

"I want to serve only humanity, and that's the best way I can do it, rather than continuing to live in a vortex of hatred and waiting for the end of the world to come."

Gareth slowly shook his head.

"well said."

Having sorted out all the important matters, Arthur arrived with Ramses.

The golden-masked wizard patted Gareth on the shoulder, looking at him as if he were a promising student.

Arthur looked around, his emerald eyes sweeping over the warriors.

He was pleased with these soldiers who, despite harboring some resentment, still maintained a positive attitude towards military operations.

Meeting this approving gaze, the knights also showed anticipation, their blood, which had been cooled for a long time since the Battle of Cadia, boiling again.

They eagerly await the King of Knights leading them forward once again.

The Lord of Knights, of course, wouldn't spoil the fun.

This is an agreement!

“My name is Arthur Pendragon, a child of man and a warrior of the Wings of Dawn.”

The Wings of Dawn often consider themselves children of humans, even though no one has ever seen their father or mother.

The power of role models is boundless.

“I know what you used to dream about the Milky Way, but now I can only tell you that this galaxy is only worse than before.”

"The empire is scarred, short-sighted, and superstitious, with countless people filled with hatred, stubbornly adhering to beliefs they cannot understand in the hope of achieving a vision they have long forgotten."

As always, the Lord of Knights raised his sword once more and swore an oath of victory to the crowd.

"Why should we protect such ruins?!"

"For humanity!"

The knights responded loudly.

"For humanity!"

Light began to rush into any area visible to the naked eye, from the bridge lens to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the colored light began to penetrate any transparent object indiscriminately.

Everyone's perspective began to be stretched.

The exit to the Glenny system is now within reach.

　P.S.: I got the sub-group names wrong. I mixed up the two Dark Angel sub-groups that are still human. It has now been corrected.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)