This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 432 Calling him "benevolent father" won't help; he won't drop any money on you (5k).

worth it.

Yes, it's worth it.

Corax thought so.

Only one word can describe this action: unprecedented, and the result was exceptionally perfect.

The act of trapping Vashtor back in his lair was already inconceivable, but killing him, breaking free from the blockade of the Four Gods by relying on the Emperor's power, and then dragging his body across the Warp and reality was far beyond the realm of imagination.

Once Corax figured out what the Dawnwings needed him to do, he tried his best to obey orders, though he was always puzzled by their ingenuity. In reality, however, he could never refuse requests from people like Ramses or Arthur.

The demons of Nurgle were exhausted and terrified. He led the Great Ravenguard, who had once haunted him with their fate, to start another Great Game in Nurgle. Now they were operating on the other side of the galaxy, even with the Emperor's assistance. Such operations only existed in the theories recorded in the internal documents of various ancient forces with long histories under the shadow of the human empire.

However, starting something new always brings great possibilities, and Dawnwing always seems to be the one that can seize them.

Since they were able to infiltrate Nurgle's domain while maintaining their integrity and functioning properly, and extracting power from demons that didn't belong to them in the first place, why couldn't they go a step further and target the lesser gods?
This operation would disrupt the ecosystem of the warp. The last large-scale death of lesser gods dates back to the birth of Slaanesh. Who knows what such actions will stir up and drive these already insane slave owners into madness? But in the current situation, it seems there is no need to worry about these things.

But the journey was still filled with trepidation.

Immense resistance came from the tectonic plates in their direction of advance, and Khorne unleashed a storm of fire that severely tested their abilities. Inside the warp, the entire space shook and screamed, creaking with the roar of the gods at every moment.

The roars emanating from Nurgle Castle were deafening, and the incessant sounds of smashing and breaking disrupted all thought.

Nevertheless, Corax couldn't help but enjoy the journey, amazed by its audacity and ingenuity.

When Ramses took the lead, kicking open the chains and embracing Vashtor, Kolacus had to abandon his suggestion of evacuation and wait for his companions to come up with their own solution.

Just when Vashtor seemed destined to spend his life as a spoil of war to be divided and plundered by the gods, they left their mark on the action in their own way. As the claws of the gods gradually approached them, leaving behind a trail of carnage, they saw a cold sun burning with flames coming towards them. With the help of the Wings of Dawn, they began to skillfully manipulate their power.

The cycle of billions of years began to break under their control. I wonder what the Dawn Wings, who made this great achievement, would think.
"Thank you for your help, Corax."

Arthur crouched down slightly, his long cloak draped over his knees, and pulled up Corax, whose body still bore the marks of war.

The dismembered spoils are currently suspended in the anti-gravity facility. Under the suppression of the Knight Lord, the contamination covering his left arm and left leg is gradually fading away, and he slowly rotates under the repeated gravity fluctuations of the Planet Killer.

Inside Planet Killer, the shouts of battle had long since ceased. Operators were adapting to Planet Killer's systems, while the Grey Knights maintained surveillance over all important facilities, primarily to prevent the demons from escaping, and incidentally to check the lists of demons' true names, crossing out those that were already dead.

Thanks to Vashtor, the ship's operating system is very advanced. The furnaces that provide power sources continue to exploit the demons, while the operating system has been largely replaced by the park's overseers.

The demon's agonizing screams were delightful, and there were no other annoying noises.

The soldiers of the Dark Angel Legion stood in small groups, silently guarding their posts and recording technology. Apart from the Pentagram Order, the Dark Angels had a higher degree of absorption of necromancy technology and rarely used psionic technology. In conventional combat, they preferred to use weapons and equipment with clear origins.

While paying attention to these miraculous skills, as the main force of the Dawnwings, apart from equipping a certain number of Spiritforged unmanned weapons in the early stages to reduce casualties, the three main forces do not allow things like Demon Engines to exist too much within the Legion.

As humanity gradually absorbs the technologies of various races, the enhancements based on these technologies are becoming more widespread. For example, humans have their own Nether Engines, and elders who die in battle and cannot be resurrected through rituals can continue to fight in the real universe in another way. They also have living metal facilities controlled by independent systems to prevent them from being hacked and destroyed by space necromancers during war.

No one spoke loudly.

"The coordinates have been recorded. Next, we will prioritize dealing with the chaotic threats within the area, and then proceed with the awakening of the Lion King once the environment has stabilized."

Arthur began to explain his next plan.

"Would you like to stay and meet?"

He sought opinions.

There's no rush to conduct the time travel experiment. They already have the coordinates and the two artifacts in their hands. It would be ridiculous if they rushed into it and it benefited Chaos.

"No need."

Corax replied.

His relationship with the Lion King wasn't exactly good. Back when he pulled the Wolf King out of a pile of corpses before the Battle of Barbarossa, the two of them got sprayed by Ryan, which made their blood pressure extremely high.

"I will continue to guard the Time Key; they still need me there."

Kolac placed half of Vashtor's spine in Arthur's hands and spoke, so that the other would know his thoughts.

His performance during the Great Expedition was unremarkable, and now he doesn't want to give up the opportunity to continue working.

Although he didn't think Dawnwing would hold a grudge over a moment of silence.

Corax thought to himself with a touch of self-mockery.

The disaster of the Great Rebellion was caused by the Primarch's lack of resolve, despite the many valuables that interfered with his decision-making during that period.

Arthur nodded.

"You're amazing too, bro."

He then looked at Ramses and said.

"I know I'm very capable."

Ramses waved his hand, dissipating his spiritual power, and then blew on himself: "Self-discipline, self-restraint, guarding one's mind and understanding one's nature, and knowing when to stop."

I couldn't help but praise it.

Arthur shook his head and placed Ascalon into the other's arms.

"but--"

Ramses' expression suddenly turned serious.

"How's the situation on Longlin Star?"

Longlin Star, a planet assembled by Vashtor from most of the fragments of Caliban, is positioned as a super fortress that combines production, combat, and mobility.

Of course, since it is currently in the early stages of 800.m41, this future famous megastructure has not yet been fully assembled.

"No abnormalities were found, but we are still under observation."

Arthur pressed the communication device and then replied, "After the naval victory, the fleet has remained on the sidelines and has not rashly launched a landing."

"Let the Dark Angels' fleet assemble."

Ramses counted on his fingers like a charlatan for a while, then punched his hand and started cursing again.

Nurgle or Khorne?

Arthur turned his head and glanced at the marks remaining on Vashtor's mangled body.

"Nurgle."

Ramses retorted bluntly, then added insult to injury:
"That idiot Vashtor, he triggered a deathrattle even after he died. Are contracts with warp stuff even valid? Five of them combined wouldn't even be enough credit to buy a shared bike."

The last pig-headed creature to attempt to sign a contract with the Four Gods was Magnus.

"no problem."

Arthur didn't dwell on the problem itself, and turned to begin assembling his troops.

As for the cleaning work in the outer area, he planned to hand it over to the Space Wolf, who also operates in the Hazy Starfield.

Since the Battle of Cardia, Space Wolf has changed its reclusive style and begun to actively expand its influence in the Misty Starfield, establishing diplomatic relations with various icy worlds, forming alliances with the Merchant Ronin and the White Scars, and paying attention to various warp rifts and their network routes.

Since the galaxy began to fall into chaos in just a few years, the Wolf Pack, which has expanded to 50,000 men, has been active in various parts of the Misty Starfield. As fearless pioneers, they pave the way for other human forces. Meanwhile, the Astragalus, with their equipment quality comparable to that of the Cultists and supported by multiple Forging Worlds, have been able to preserve the fruits of victory.

Therefore, given the military strength of the Hazy Starfield, the battle to defend the Giant Rock should not have escalated to its current state.

But the Dark Angels... those who know, know.

Because the target was quite secret, all the Dark Angels chapters refused the Space Wolves' support. The Wolves knew a little about their cousins' secrets, and apart from cursing the Dark Angels for being pretentious, they couldn't do much.

Where did these five come from?
Lord Seifer, standing to the side, blinked, lowered his head, and forcibly controlled his expression.

He carefully surveyed his surroundings, only to find that his colleagues were already used to it.

"Do you need me to stay?"

Corax asked proactively.

Once he did it, he did it again, and he's making progress.

"You are responsible for putting pressure on the Nurgle on Time Key Star."

Arthur suggested that the Time Key itself was a thorn in the side of Nurgle's Garden, and currently, apart from Nurgle wanting to remove it, the other three trolls didn't really want this thorn pulled out of the garden.

After all, it wouldn't look good if Dawnwings changed its target.

'That's a really big ass, it can't even stop this from getting in.'

The thought that these evil gods still had the energy to cause trouble made Arthur frown. He recalled the known fragments of the star gods and subconsciously wanted to make a few more holes in their butts.

In the Extreme Starfield, Sosa, also known as the Pharos Beacon, still has a Supreme Star God. Fragments of the Nightbringers and the Deceivers are also active in Altramar. The rest are the World Engines. However, the current situation in the Empire is still unclear, and it is clearly not appropriate to start fires everywhere and escalate the war.

Thinking to himself, Arthur also advised Corax not to feel any burden.

"Resources will be allocated as needed. The Dawn Galaxy will fully support you, so there's no need to be stingy. Let's keep in touch."

Given the Empire's productivity, exchanging ten automatons for one life would be worthwhile. Since conducting an industrial survey of the Empire, Dawnwing has also realized that the Empire has sacrificed far too much to eliminate potential threats.

Even in such an extreme case, the echoes of the vast majority of the victims' deaths were absorbed by the Four Gods, which began to accumulate a prize pool for humanity.

The front and back are blocked.

"clear."

Corax nodded, a serious expression appearing on his usually stern face.

The most important pass in the Dawn Sector was in his hands, entrusted to him, an outsider, by his comrades without any hesitation. What a profound trust that was.

The principle of "if you doubt someone, don't use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them" applies here. Corax happens to be the reliable type. Compared to being trapped in the Dawn Sector, the four of them are much more effective when they move around.

Arthur raised his hand that had been resting on the hilt of his sword and extended his right hand. Corax hesitated for a moment, then gently shook his hand.

"Victory or death."

Arthur began, "I remember this is your creed?"

Corax smiled shyly.

He withdrew his hand, and a hope began to sprout in his heart: as long as the Wings of Dawn existed, the Legion would never leave this place again.

"For humanity."

Corax responded.

The Lord of Shadows entered the warp without looking back, and Arthur glanced at Ramses again.

"Get to work, get to work, I'm going to keep an eye on the warp."

Ramses jumped into the portal quite willingly.
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Chaos Demon Realm, Nurgle Garden

"I've already lost too much."

The decaying arm stirred the soup pot, and Nagu poured another handful of plague into the real universe, speaking softly.

The goddess of life, Isa, did not secretly taste the plague as usual and create an antidote that would allow the beings of the material world to resist the virus. Instead, she huddled in a corner, trembling with fear at the anger emanating from her loving father.

"A loving father?"

Rain's father, Rothigs, wasn't sure if he had misheard.

He actually captured an even more extreme emotion from the eternally joyful Father.

Nagur turned around.

He asked.

"Can you sense that planet?"

Nurgle lost too much—his chosen one, the Heart of Plague—yet that fool Vashtor accomplished nothing, and in doing so, he gifted the Wings of Dawn a huge present.

They couldn't hold on for even a moment.

Even Arthur and the others were not in a hurry to resurrect the Lion King, and preferred to go to Macurag.

No, Mortarian and the others aren't ready yet; we can't let them get there so soon.

"call--"

The god of corruption took a breath and continued to pour a bowl of plague onto reality.

Rothigs took a deep breath.

His senses were surrounded by all sorts of underworld supernatural phenomena, with Nurgles shouting and yelling around him, constantly proclaiming their presence with vicious words.

He concentrated.

The structure belonging to Longlin Star rose up in his spiritual vision. Sparse rain fell from the sky, marking the general outline of the planet's surface. But for some reason, he found it difficult to concentrate in this area, which was highly bound to the Fatherly Contract. The ever-increasing terror caused his senses to sting.

His vision was blurry; the sub-space energy seemed to have crashed into an indestructible wall. He could only observe by relying on the power on the other side of the wall, and he could hardly discern which area the divinations came from.

Nothing has been accomplished.

Rothigs pursed his lips, instinctively not wanting to disappoint his loving father.

quack!
The Nurgle spirits beside him exploded as the power was drained, but in the Father's Garden, these little lives were endless, and in the blink of an eye, more than seven hundred Nurgle spirits clung to him.

Gently stroking his beloved family members, Rothigs forced himself to continue deeper.

Then it came into focus: the source of all this, the place where despair now festers in the garden.

The people of the benevolent father were screaming and wailing. Rothigs heard in them the desperate echo of Typhon's last moments before his death. Everything he had was torn to pieces. Even in his dying moments, he was still pouring out the secrets of the benevolent father like a tomb raider.

They deserved to die.

Rotigos wanted to laugh, but the thought of his loving father's unity made him straighten up and continue his investigation.

He saw Ramses, the formless and shapeless ruler, the most cruel being in the warp, busy at work.

This legendary being seemed to be taking stock of his spoils, with the demons diligently being exploited until they were completely drained of their lifeblood.

There aren't many beings that can unite the four gods and demons in a fight, but this one is one of them.

This flamboyant man, completely different from the rumors, suddenly raised his head.

His golden pupils, filled with a smile, pointed towards the source of his gaze. Behind him, in the real universe, another truly invisible, non-existent 'Grim Reaper' also cast his gaze at the same moment.

He withdrew from the illusion.

The sound of steam rising from the boiler and the bubbles bursting instantly returned to my ears.

He stared at his loving father's body as if doing so would prevent him from going completely limp.

"I can."

He said.

Nurgle nodded, gazing at the motionless golden sun in the warp.

It seems the cursed one's power can only be used once.

Nurgle extracted all the information from Rotigus's mind, ignoring the latter's self-righteousness, and was quite satisfied with the result.

This would allow him to begin the forced initiation of the ritual, bringing back Typhon from ten thousand years ago, while simultaneously delaying the advance of the Wings of Dawn.

As for the beginning of all this, it will probably take some time for the other children to get there.

"I will take back my beloved child and make those who caused all this death atone."

He put down the filthy bowl, his voice carrying through the decaying jungle.

Under his roar, the entire forest began to come alive.

"My children, do not fear death, but conquer it."

death.

The things that Nurgle despises most.

"Father!"

Some believers who had fallen into this path opened their eyes, and fear filled their hearts.

He shouted loudly.

But all he received in response was his loving father's command.

Panic spurred him to drag his obese body away, but he collapsed after only a few steps. His body then dissolved on the spot, becoming nutrients for the soil beneath his feet.

Wow!

A hand made of withered branches and fallen leaves tore open the nest, and a demon born from the nutrients embarked on the path of the fallen fleeing, joining the gradually awakening demon army.

"Father!"

"Father!"

A surge began to move through the garden, as beings terrified of death vanished, molded by the endless power of corruption into forms pleasing to their master.

That's the problem: the Wings of Dawn can kill them directly, and more importantly, they might also kill their masters.

As time went by, the Nurgle demons continued to crawl out of their swaddling clothes, intending to give everything to their loving father, whose voice dispelled their fear of death.

When the last demon changed direction and headed towards the goal pointed out by the benevolent father, at that moment, there was only one answer left.

"Give the order, Father."

Rotigus said resolutely, looking at the surging demon army.

He is neither like Kugas nor Mortarion; he is better at spreading plagues than creating them.

He is the true embodiment of a loving father's power.

"I can do it."

"Do not."

Nurgle gently stopped the eager demon.

Rothrigus, one of His most beloved children, could sacrifice himself in the fight against the cursed, but he could not die here.

"You do not need to go."

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(End of this chapter)