This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 433 That was Caliban, Caliban from ten thousand years ago (4.6k)

There is no chance to turn things around anymore.

Naberius lowered his head, listening to the conversation of the dark angels around him.

“Once His Highness achieves his goal, his existence will no longer be meaningful.”

Someone whispered a suggestion: the secret life of the past hundreds of years had left indelible marks on them, making it difficult for these dark angels to adapt to an environment they had never encountered before.

While the Supreme Master seems to understand the idea of ​​eliminating people when there are problems, it is still repulsive.

Azrael turned to Deathwing, intending to report, but Samuel's commotion drew him back. Now, having met the High Master, Samuel himself was heading towards the area where the Stone held prisoners, striding into the Stone's cells.

Having obtained the complete list, he is now gathering the fallen angels captured over the years. His Highness and Lord Ramses will identify any among them who have sided with Chaos, and manage them in batches, along with those historically notorious dangerous figures, placing them in the Net Path.

A small fleet will be stationed there to watch over them, and these potential threats will be dealt with after the war.

"The Supreme Master?"

“I know this is unprecedented.”

Azrael sighed.

"But we must remain restrained. Most importantly, even if you have doubts, I hope you will consider His Highness's thoughts. I believe your positions also grant you the right to meet with His Highness. If you don't understand, just ask. Do you understand?"

"I am not sure, High Master."

Kamel admitted it.

In fact, as members of the warband, they did not want to bother His Highness with trivial matters. If they could not handle these issues themselves, they would seem somewhat useless, especially now that the various warbands had put on a clownish show.

However, based on past experience, they could not think of any better way than to secretly execute Naberius.

After all, dead people can't talk.

"."

I wish I were really dead.

Not far away, Nabrius, protected in the center by layers of Deathwing, lowered his head and noticed that there were actually fallen angels from ten thousand years ago beside him, thinking with a touch of irony.

His Highness has already decided that those who participated in the operation and stayed at their posts will no longer be held accountable. After all, they have proven with their actions that all the absurd things they did in the past stemmed from a failure of methodology, not from a mistake in values.

Those who didn't come are simply problematic in terms of values. The decision-making body will send them all to the roundtable for a ruling; those who should be executed will be executed, and those who should be dismissed will be dismissed.

If he had been executed during the previous upheavals, he might have gained a better reputation instead of having all his past deeds negated and being used as a target to represent the sins of the Dark Angels.

"The power of judgment belongs solely to His Highness and the Knights of the Round Table who symbolize his will. Asking questions and requesting instructions is not to add trouble, but to show respect to His Highness. As for the historical issues of the Legion, you are entitled to consult the Legion's history. Afterwards, Lord Gareth will also organize the grassroots personnel of each chapter to study the Legion's history."

Azrael began to explain.

"We no longer need to rely on a killing to cover up a secret, not now, and not in the future."

Azrael felt that His Highness had grasped the key to the Legion's stability. He redefined the powers that each structure of the Legion should have, respected the characteristics of each inner circle, and then used a framework that the vast majority of people could accept to contain everyone. Furthermore, he took control of the external factors that had interfered with the battlefield in the past, and built the Dark Angels into a purely military system.

This allows the vast majority of Dark Angels to focus on their work, rather than trembling in fear amidst the terror of mutual expulsion and self-doubt.

Azrael then recalled the list once again.

He had no objection to the handling of chapters like the Angels of Redemption. Even if they sided with Chaos, it wouldn't matter. After all, after thirty years of slow infiltration, the ideologies within most chapters had become more moderate, and the risk of civil war had been minimized.

If it weren't for this accident, the correction of the battle group could have been more lenient, but the current situation is acceptable.

He died as a warrior in the long course of time, a last bastion of conservatism.

This is Your Highness's mercy. Since they themselves do not cherish it and choose to betray it, what else is there to say?

In any case, recruitment in Astartes is not difficult now. Thirty years of educational reforms in the Dawn Sector have left a huge strategic reserve for all types of troops. What limits their expansion is the supporting mobile fleet.

After all, the true strength of the Astartes lies in their powerful breakthrough capabilities after being grouped together. If it comes down to filling the gaps, given the current level of mechanization of the Astronautical Army, the Astartes might not be able to match them.

"The Supreme Teacher".

Beria came to the door, and seeing that there were quite a few people, he introduced himself by his title.

"The combined fleet's statistics are complete. A large-scale chaotic contamination has occurred on Longlin Star. Deathwing has already taken control of some of the uncooperative members."

You mean there are still people?

Azrael suddenly felt mentally exhausted.

He looked around again.

Beria, Samuel, and the new members who have gradually become the backbone of various combat organizations in recent years.

These warriors, raised under the Dawn Sector's education, have become an important part of the Dark Angels, and recruitment for each inner ring can only be done from among these members.

Azrael increasingly felt that His Highness was farsighted.

He didn't even dare to think about how he would lead this team without the normal people he had trained over the past few decades. He was afraid that it would just be like fresh water mixed with seawater, completely ruined.

"if not?"

Beria raised an eyebrow, then offered words of comfort:
"Don't worry, the intensity is within a controllable range."

All I can say is that the decision to involve Steelwing in internal law enforcement was genius. Go ahead and attack those automatons that outnumber the entire Steelwing architecture by three times; they'll take them down one by one without making a sound.

It effectively protected the lives and property of ordinary people like them.

"."

Looking at Naberius, the former Chapter Master, and thinking of the tragic fate of Graney, Carmel gritted his teeth: "In the past few years, many brothers have sacrificed themselves because of this criminal."

“He will not escape the punishment he deserves, and you will be able to witness it if needed.”

Azrael replied.

"I swear in the name of the Lord of Knights and the Emperor."

"Now, I need you to get back to your posts to prevent any more unnecessary rumors from spreading."

Carmel stared at him for a few more seconds, then, clearly accepting what he had seen, the chapter commander of the Guardian Angel turned and strode up the steps leading to the upper level of the boulder.

He donned his gauntlets, wielded his magnificent shield, returned to the Stone Fortress, and stared intently at Arthur beside him.

“Azrael reported your doubts to me.”

Noticing Camel's gaze, Arthur spoke up, "As he said, you are free to speak your mind. You are excellent warriors, and excellent warriors should not be constrained by factors outside the battlefield."

Yes, the Dark Angels have been preoccupied with factors outside the battlefield for so long that they have forgotten what they should be doing as human warriors.

Feeling a sense of security emanating from the depths of his heart, Carmel fell silent, deeply understanding what the return of a Primarch truly meant to a Space Marine.

“I understand, Your Highness.”

After requesting access to the Legion's database, Camel stopped bothering Arthur.

So now is not the time to cause trouble. The Lord of Knights is still busy, and the Lion is about to return.

If the Dark Angels can safely lead their warriors through this period, they will also have two Primarchs.

Thinking of the Lord of Knights' noble and peaceful yet decisive demeanor, Carmel couldn't help but look forward to the return of another Primarch.

"."

Azrael glanced at Naberius one last time before choosing to leave.

Azrael had hoped that the permit he obtained from His Highness would buy him a few minutes to talk, but in the end he only received this advice. His efforts to arrange a meeting were not entirely fruitless, but they were far from his initial goal.

Back in the Great Stone Hall, he stood before the holographic projection. Time was of the essence; Azrael had to race against time to accomplish something far more important.

The rubble and ruins of those chaotic warships were shrouded in the drifting space of space, and the light from distant stars shone down, turning into a cloud of golden mist.

Arthur needs to control the corrupted Heart of Plague and the Tuchucha Engines. The unique structure of these ancient creations allows them to come and go without a trace. Defenses are being built and strengthened around Dragonlin Star.

Belial also mentioned that the contamination of Nurgle was beginning to spread from the ruins of Dragonlin, and the warp rifts that had been forcibly opened were beginning to invade the real universe. It was expected that a battle would break out within a few hours, and Roch was coordinating the overall defense of this area in accordance with the orders of the Grand Master.

Extinction orders are launched from time to time, only to be diverted elsewhere amidst the ripples.

The massive ships stood ready under the searchlights illuminating each other, their defense systems maintaining close monitoring of all activities and sound signals.

The atmosphere was as tense as the steel cables tethering the bridge.

The holographic projection focusing on this crack slowly rotated in the air.

"Look there."

Ramses pointed at the screen and said, "And over there, do you see that?"

Large numbers of plague forces began to emerge on the surface of Dragon Forest Star. These creatures occupied every piece of land, and some of them were even fragments that attacked the fleet.

These fragments are dangerous; almost every one of them is comparable to an ominous ark.

"Azrael will complete the interception mission."

Arthur glanced at it, then stepped on the trembling Heart of Plague.

The Dark Angels' fleet moved closer, using their superior mobility to unleash a barrage of fire on the debris that was trying to rush toward the Stone Fortress.

"Here they come."

Ramses said.

An even more serious anomaly appeared on the surface of the star. The vast majority of demons did not choose to attack due to the pollution of Nurgle's power. They focused on maintaining the defense of Dragon Forest Star itself. The dense pollution filled Dragon Forest Star with a green color, as if they intended to fill those plots of land.

As a planet almost entirely steeped in the flavors of the warp, Longlin Star itself is the best vessel for warp rituals.

The heart of plague wanted to beat again, but it was forcibly suppressed by an invisible force field.

bang~
The Tuchucha engine, located inside the network, was dragged out by this connection.

As an ancient creation, the Tuchucha Engine's outer shell is merely its manifestation in the material world; what truly sustains its operation are the components of the subspace.

But they just moved it to a different location.

Snapped!
Then a hand encased in radiant gold grasped the metal sphere, and the psionic lightning emanating from the Tuchucha engine vanished as if a special effect had been erased, returning it to its original, unremarkable shape.

The Tuchucha engine also had a rare experience of the feeling of Vashtor, the pain of being torn apart between the part of the real universe and its part in the warp.

Unfortunately, its current structure is already at its most stable level, so even a fully-formed Star God cannot dismantle it further, let alone tear it apart in this level of struggle.

hold head high! ! !
Ramses heard the angry roars coming from the warp.

Arthur completely ignored him.

"The pressure in the time key region has decreased."

Corax's voice rang out.

Around him, in Nurgle's Plague Garden, every inch of land was crammed with decaying creatures, most of them Nurgle's Plague Helpers, including various high-level demons and even archdemons, advancing in dense formations.

The monsters charged toward him and his super crow guards like moths to a flame, but the anticipated continuous battle ended as the monsters charged.

The corruption of Nurgle allowed him to control the life and death of every one of his subjects. These beings, who were originally cannon fodder, dissolved on the spot when abandoned by their master, revealing the human army behind Korax.

"After all, there's only one artifact that can be used."

Ramses replied with a smile.

Azrael lowered his palms, as if a high-voltage current was flowing through his fingers, and a clamor and howls resounded throughout the universe. The megalithic fortress from the same planet as Dragon Forest was trembling, stretching all the way to the solemn and sacred Tower of Angels.

As he directed the fleet, he glanced discreetly at Arthur. The Lord of Knights had already lowered his hand, intently watching the horrific scene below.

"Is it pretty much as I guessed?"

"The Lord of Knights said."

"more or less."

Ramses nodded in agreement, watching the rift unfold around Longlin Star.

"Just as expected."

He propped himself up.

Through the cracks in the material universe, they could see a massive fleet of hundreds of ships orbiting above a green world, maintaining a dense formation and unleashing their firepower. The green planet's surface defense system also emitted bright plasma, welcoming the fleet's visit.

"Warning: The Dark Angels fleet has launched an attack."

"It's a full-scale bombing, rustling sound, the hardwire connections have been severed, I..."

"We've spotted the lion's steed; it's landing, and it's slaughtering us."

The audio channel was filled with distorted fluctuations. Thanks to the powerful information gathering system, large ships from the Dawn Sector, including the Stone Fortress, could hear some ancient voices. The chaotic noise in those communication records made many people present fall into memories.

"The lion is a traitor!"

A loud shout rang out through the communications system, then was drowned out by a murky cacophony.

Everyone present paused for a moment, then continued with their work as if nothing had happened.

For a fleeting moment, Azrael suddenly understood the importance of keeping secrets.

"."

With a stern face, Evka approached the silent Azrael, made slight adjustments to the system, and connected the ancient communication from another reality to the receiving system of the Great Stone Fortress. Then he switched the fleet's communication connection method.

The sounds rang in the ears of everyone in the Great Stone Hall, accompanied by angry shouts and the cries of the wounded and dying.

Hearing the sounds of mortals struggling in their death throes around him, Gareth, the Knight of the Round Table in charge of the Legion's ideological and moral education, clenched his fists.

Inside the command hall of the Stonehold Fortress, the air shimmered with a faint light. The command console rapidly assembled a real-time image. Azrael looked around and saw dozens of robed figures beside him. These Dark Watchers lined up on the walls, which had been deliberately raised, and all stared at the image with their glowing red eyes.

Azrael looked at it more closely.

As Nurgle unleashed his power without restraint, he could see a massive rift hanging above the remains of Caliban, with a transparent behemoth corrupted by Nurgle expanding the rift ever larger.

That must be ouroboros.

Azrael thought to himself.

Through the crack, he could see a fierce battle between his comrades-in-arms.

"That is."

he asks.

Just as we guessed.

Ramses observed the rift before him. He, who usually enjoyed putting pressure on those around him, gave up his witty remarks upon seeing such a sight. The veteran soldiers around him were all somewhat restless at this moment.

"Caliban, ten thousand years ago, the Dark Angels were killing each other, and the Lion and Luthor were at war."

"Right now, we can reach out and touch them."

(End of this chapter)