This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 418 You did a good job.
"You played well."

As Typhons had predicted, the angels' resistance had reached its limit.

Above the nearly shattered city, the watchful angels, bathed in the twilight, gradually fell silent.

Kamer, his head covered in blood, looked around.

The shouts of battle around him gradually subsided, and heavy footsteps drew closer. Before him stood an insurmountable mountain.

The Chosen One of Chaos is almost the pinnacle of all Chaos traitors. In terms of strength, he is an insurmountable mountain. Just the feeling he gets from the person in front of him far surpasses that of any Astartes champion.

However, this time they could not compensate for their lack of fighting strength with the Empire's pride in its numbers; the Plague Legion had far more men than them.

The shattered earth was littered with broken corpses, and only twelve people were still breathing.

Four recruits, three guards, two squires, one adjutant, one think tank member, and one chapter commander.

The adjutant collapsed against the wall.

His lower body had disappeared, and his internal organs had been thrown far away.

His still-functioning arm was still firing his gun, and his muffled roars continued to emanate from his ravaged body, reaching the ears of every Imperial Guard still resisting in the hive through blessed communication.

The young guard was trying to crawl.

His bones and armor were also shattered, his helmet was nowhere to be found, and his face was covered in blood. He grabbed the chainsaw sword that had fallen to the ground due to the great force of the blow, and sighed to himself that the Black Templars' tradition of binding arms and weapons with chains was truly a good one.

I'll have to learn that later.

He then helped his companion up by his leg armor, squatting down to reveal the wound on his lower abdomen that had been almost completely ripped open.

Every trembling movement must be performed with all one's might; every centimeter shed in one's own blood is a victory of will.

At this moment, facing the approaching Chosen of Chaos, Kamail smiled instead:
"No, we played very well."

He countered that he was supporting his body with the blade.

“We defended this place, in a way you never expected.”

"Maybe."

Perhaps impressed by the resilience of this battle group, Typhon replied in a deep voice.

He didn't slow down, and his movements were without the slightest hesitation.

While dealing with the think tank's psionic countermeasures, he effortlessly cut down another enemy amidst the encirclement of the Vigilant Knights.

The great offspring of the benevolent father have completely breached the dome. Drop pods are no longer falling; instead, they are being transported in large numbers via space elevators to the Death Guard and its auxiliary forces, slaughtering any remaining defenders beneath the vast dome of the Glunnie hive.

More troops are entering through the gap in the Void Shield aboard large transport planes.

Then the siege engine that had blasted through the void shield at close range collapsed in the fire that illuminated the dome in an instant. The losses from this fierce resistance were regrettable, but these losses and sacrifices had fulfilled their mission.

The Fourteenth Legion has set foot on the land of this hive city, and it is about to destroy the Vigilant Angels who have been leading the resistance.

Kamal was preparing for a final stand.

Another series of footsteps approached.

Kamel assumed it was another reinforcement from the other side and ignored it.

At this point, there will be no more support; everyone is facing an enemy many times their size.

But the sound of bullets piercing decaying flesh made him turn his head involuntarily.

It was a man wearing a white robe.

This man had two pistols tucked into his waistband and a broken sword on his back that looked unusually large in comparison to Astartes's physique.

He was wearing a suit of armor whose specific details were unclear, but it belonged to the Dark Angels of the 30k era.

Kamel recognized the person in front of him almost instantly.

"Sever!"

Typhons cried out in surprise, forced to retreat by the sudden and fierce attack.

call--

A burst of flames spread out, shooting out a large number of sparks. Any zombies that came into contact with the flames were instantly reduced to ashes. A woman with outstretched wings, wielding a flaming greatsword, isolated the Plague Chosen who were about to attack.

This female warrior seemed quite intimidating; the ever-burning longsword in her hand kept the decaying monsters at bay for a moment.

At this moment, Cipher stood on the inside of the fire line, his back becoming a second wall between the terrifying chosen one of the plague and this shattered command team.

Kamel quickly recalled the other party's information.

The Vigilant Angels, who frequently deal with chaos and even occasionally counterattack the Eye of Fear, have provided the Mother Clan with a great deal of information about Lord Seifer in the past.

Lord Cipher is a traitor to the Dark Angels, at least that's what the Inner Circle thinks now, and they can't figure out whether this elusive warrior is friend or foe.

Sometimes the enemy will suddenly appear on the battlefield to help the enemy fight against the Empire, and sometimes they will help the Empire fight against the enemy on another battlefield.

Kamer looked up at the broken sword blade wrapped in gray cloth on the other person's back.

Legend has it that the sword that Lord Cipher carries on his back is the Lion King's sword.

"I can save you, I can save you all."

Cipher began, "But you must promise me one thing."

Kamel swallowed his blood-tinged saliva and said, "You speak."

This is not the time for fighting.

"I need you to take me to the Great Rock to meet the Lord of Knights."

Lord of Knights?

For Kamel, this was not an unfamiliar title.

After all, the Vigilant Angels' home planet, the Warning Star, is right next to the Eye of Fear, and they were naturally involved in the Primarch War that swept through half of the Misty Starfield back then.

However, due to the awkward environment within the Dark Angels' inner circle, there weren't many subsequent responses or commendations.

"Then you've got the wrong person."

Carmel replied decisively, "I can make a guarantee, but do you trust my guarantee? I'm just a chapter commander; can I command everyone else in the inner circle?"

“Moreover, the Lord of Knights is not at the Boulder. Evka currently controls the Boulder. I bet if you choose to go there, the fleet protecting the Boulder will open fire before Evka even gives the order.” Seifer stared at him for a while, and when the bomb flying towards him was blocked by Saint Celestine’s sword, he exchanged a glance with the other.

The living saint shook her head in confusion. She had once again naively accepted the emperor's order to save people, only to be ambushed by Cipher on the way.

call--

Wielding the sword.

The sword sliced ​​a Death Guard in two, just like cutting a cake.

The plague-ridden pig immediately began to wail, its entire body transforming into a burning torch, frightening the surrounding plague warriors so much that they dared not approach for a moment.

As the Empress's condition stabilized, she and many more loyal souls were able to travel to the material universe at a certain cost, and the Empress, who had been unable to respond to the victims, finally began to take action.

As for the outcome of a battle.

Cyrusin shook his head.

It was beyond her control; the Empire had a history of betraying its allies in joint operations, and in the past, some factions of the state religion had even tried to execute her.

Cyrusin only needed to follow orders and do his job.

Of course, the living saint sincerely hoped that these Astartes and mortals who were still shedding blood on the battlefield could survive.

Are good people destined to have guns pointed at them?

That doesn't make sense.

Only then did Cipher speak.

I'll take that as a promise you've already made.

He then stopped delaying.

A Death Guard who had broken through the Living Saint's blockade had just raised his gun when his upper body was instantly vaporized by a plasma weapon.

A group of agile dark angels appeared behind the enemy forces. They were all dressed in ancient armor and used their superb and deadly skills to kill the death guards who surrounded them one by one.

"We will cover your retreat."

Damn it, the interrogating priest and Ravenwing have been catching nothing for so many years.

Carmel's eyelids twitched as he looked at the sheer number of these 'fallen angels'.

"We can fight the enemy together."

He said hoarsely, "I will not leave. It is our duty to defend this place."

If even they can't hold out, then no other chapters will defend this place, and the resistance in other areas will probably collapse as well. After all, the various Dark Angel chapters don't have a unified voice right now, and most are just observing.

Even if they were to be wiped out here, the number of warbands choosing to obey the giant's orders would still be greatly reduced, but it would still be much better than the negative effects of desertion.

After catching his breath, Kamel struggled to sit up.

Perhaps because they face a threat far more deadly than the so-called problem with their own composition, the Vigilant Angels, who must always keep their companies in the Chapter's monastery to defend against the invasion of Chaos, still maintain their respect for their duties.

Ironically, in the past, this behavior of the Watchful Angels led to them being questioned by the High Lords' Council for never responding to the High Lords' call with their entire force.

Why not question the other Dark Angels?
Because I dare not.

The other Dark Angels are forever loyal.

That's ridiculous. Their home base is right on the face of the Eye of Fear, and they're not even allowed to leave troops there?

"Resistance continues."

"Kamel said."

There was silence on the communication line.

He turned his head and saw that in the trench area, his recruit communications officer's face mask had flown off somewhere, his face was covered in blood, and he was using cover to pour ammunition forward. He glanced at the corps commander with a puzzled look.

He used sign language to signal the other party to resume audio recording.

"Resistance continues."

Then he repeated.

The sounds gradually resumed.

Now almost all friendly forces that can still respond can hear him.

"You should know that this is a war that cannot be won."

Seifer again.

"Ok, I know."

Kamel pressed a switch, and at this moment he finally had the chance to remove the helmet that had been damaged due to the failure of the Iron Aura, and to straighten his dislocated and broken jawbone.

Then he stood up and roared.

"Resistance continues."

Responses came from all sides.

Sparse yet steadfast.

Such warriors should not die in obscurity. Therefore, whoever it is—whether it is a god who has the protection of humanity etched into their very bones, the Astartes who have undergone the same transformation as them, or the leaders who sent them here to die—should respond.

Instead of coldly watching them die.

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Seifer exchanged a glance with the living saint he had only recently met in the warp, and in that instant, he knew he had chosen the right target.

Those figures clad in black armor swung their swords even faster.

This is not a battle group that has begun to question its own loyalty as time has passed, but an army that still keeps in mind the long-forgotten duty in its actions, an army that fights without a doubt for its duty.

This makes one reflect on the history of this battle group.

For millennia, a dark angel, scattered and adrift, has lingered before the Eye of Terror, focused on the battle against chaos. Through twelve Black Crusades, from the Warning Star to the Eye of Terror, from Cadian to the Abyss Harbor, they have endured countless bloody battles—

Not one was absent!

(End of this chapter)