This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 435 This Will All End (4k)

The war never stopped, and even though the colliding torrents were filled with resentment, right and wrong seemed less important under the continuous ravages of artillery fire.

Human inertia is terrifying. When one side chooses to suppress with force and the other side chooses to resist with force, the nerves of both sides become increasingly tense in the conflict.

However, on the surface of this planet, which churns like a tsunami, countless tiny tributaries begin to break free from the control of intrigue and emotions, leave behind the crashing waves, and begin to converge into a brand new force.

Azrael, the High Master of the Dark Angels, walked steadily up the winding staircase, his heavy boots sinking into the dust that almost formed a carpet on the steps.

In a daze, he trekked for several kilometers, passing through a huge hall and walking a winding path through the labyrinthine interior of this ancient fortress. They were now on a planet shrouded in legend, its grandeur still breathtaking.

The entire legion was far from enough to fill it.

Even where they gathered, the emptiness still stretched out in all directions, and their footsteps echoed through the void. Many stormbirds crossed the channel and anchored in the maintenance berths inside the fortress. Large quantities of heavy explosives were piled up in the storage area, waiting for the elevator to send them to the launch pad.

Azrael reached his destination, the observation tower on the western edge of the fortress wall.

As he slowly moved into the command room, the twelve Deathwings who had arrived before them saluted in unison. Dozens of squire knights worked in front of the Bird Station, skillfully operating these instruments that could be called ancient relics. Many of them were beyond Azrael's comprehension, but this did not seem to hinder their work.

“Look how terrified our Supreme Master is.”

Among the assembled knights, Kaina's unique figure stood out.

"I was just a little surprised."

Azrael shook his head and slapped away Kay's hand that was about to put on his shoulder.

"I didn't expect your memoirs, um—"

After recalling Kai's exaggerated personal memoirs, he hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I didn't expect it to be realistic."

To be honest, the lion's condition really frightened him.

Since completing the historical record, they have gained a better understanding of the lion.

Azrael didn't understand before, until he experienced it firsthand.

Admittedly, the lion's motives are simple, and the lion's own demands on himself are realistic, but his demands on others are completely unrealistic.

For the lion, each meticulously planned assassination by the dark angels is nothing more than an after-dinner activity; however, the lion's sudden outburst of temper can easily take the life of a dark angel.

However, there is still a more serious problem.

"The lion is always unfathomable."

Kai sighed.

Although someone jokes about the Flying Head Punch every day, making many Dark Angels quite angry, the only person in history to be hit by the Flying Head Punch is that idiot Nemir. However, for the Lion, it was an accident, but for the Dark Angels, it was the straw that broke the camel's back.

The lion thought, 'I was too impulsive. I shouldn't have done that. I won't do it again.'

The dark angels were thinking, 'We're doomed! The lion's temper is becoming increasingly unpredictable; how are we going to survive?'

The differences in their self-perception and mutual understanding have created a growing rift between them.

"Reality is often more absurd than stories."

someone added.

"indeed."

Kai nodded in agreement.

The speaker was a Terran knight captain named Merian, who had been rescued from inside Angel Keep by Kai and his men.

The power struggle within the Caliban has been ongoing since Luther was dismissed after he arbitrarily participated in Horus's suppression of the Zaramond World Rebellion.

Luther was consolidating his power, and Astram colluded with him, killing several Terran commanders who stood firmly on the Lion's side and forming the Secret Order. Merian, a company commander under Astram, was betrayed by his superior and imprisoned deep within Angel Keep along with three colleagues.

Kay had to thank his temper; even though he held a high position during the 30k era, he was still easily excluded by these cliques.

This caused many people to overlook his isolation, allowing him to act without hindrance the moment he crossed the rift.

Azrael looked in the direction of the sound.

Merian pointed to a large, circular screen, which, though filthy from dust and debris falling from the ceiling, was still functional. The screen displayed a jumble of images. Kay turned around, squinted, and walked forward alongside Azrael, trying to decipher the meaning of the images.

"The Earth's surface can currently be roughly divided into three parts."

Kay explained to Azrael as he flipped through the images.

"The secret order formed by Luther and Astram, Evka has already led a commando team into Angel Keep, but we still haven't caught those two bastards. Next is the Lion, you just saw it, he never intends to hide himself, and we can't stop him. We have people among the paladins—Alpharis's psionic disguise can conceal our changes."

"Finally, it's us. Before I contacted you, I used my identity to release some of the commanders held captive by Luther from Angel Keep, and Merian was one of them."

Kai's height remained unchanged, and the time travel did not take away the power bestowed upon him by the Knight Lord. The crest of the named knight on the precision-engineered MK10 power armor and the ceremonial sword at his waist still shone brightly.

"I know I've said this many times, but I still want to say that if the key isn't correct, I think I must be hallucinating."

Merian felt uncomfortable with Kai's height and couldn't help but take a step back, then looked at the unfamiliar brother.

He resisted when they first met, but was taken down in one move, giving him the illusion that he was facing a Thunder Warrior.

Then Kai produced a plan, and if Merian didn't want to stay in jail any longer, he had no choice but to comply.

Although he wasn't sure if the plan was part of some kind of conspiracy, at least for the moment, northern Aldruk was a rare haven of peace.

“It’s a miracle.”

Kay replied, then turned to Azrael and said:

"The team has completed a preliminary count. The four creations that His Highness and others directly interfered with are unaffected by time and space. The knights under Lord Seifer have been completely restored to their state ten thousand years ago."

Azrael nodded, took over the command system, and began to gather the scattered members at a more efficient pace.

Merian raised an eyebrow again.

Your Highness, which Your Highness?
What's the situation with those new recruits?

Azrael glanced at the data table.

The ratio of veterans to new recruits in the Caliban is roughly one to four, and the number of people of Terran descent is actually not that many.

Your Highness commanded approximately 20,000 Dark Angels from 10,000 years ago, which accounted for one-third of Caliban's forces at that time.

"A concentration effort is underway, led by Gareth, and civilians are being evacuated along the way."

Kai replied, then shook his head: "But the battle zones are basically locked in place. They grew up under Luther's influence, and the Lion's actions have undoubtedly pushed them to the other side."

"This is a failure of the lion as a leader."

Some have offered sharp commentary.

Luther's resentment can enrage a lion, and a lion's enrage can tear Caliban apart.

In a physical sense.

We must not raise an army out of anger.

The members who were in charge of operating the air defense facilities back then gripped the familiar control sticks, nervously watching the sky, filled with resentment.

Even if Lions broadcast to the surface, who the hell would know that Luther fired first? They couldn't just stand there and take the bombing, could they? Lions' global strike directly kicked everyone to Luther's side.

Rebellion is also a way of hoping to avoid dying an unclear death.

"That damned bastard Luther!"

Kai gritted his teeth. This guy knew the lion too well; in this day and age, only Luther knew the true face of the lion.

But while the Lion's miraculous actions due to the Great Rebellion and various other reasons are indeed abstract, Luther, who used the Lion's traits to achieve his own conspiracy, has fallen to the extreme.

In any case, at least when Kai was chopping down the stakes in the forests of Caliban, he wished he were chopping down the head of a lion, and never thought of using the power of chaos to take revenge on the lion.

"Befferdan, is the connection test stable?"

Ignoring these complaints from which he had little say, Azrael turned to the think tank's chief mentor for advice.

"The test is stable, and the second batch of members has also completed the connection. Should we switch to physical signal to Your Highness?"

"Access!"

Azrael immediately found his pillar of support.

"Azrael, give your report."

A voice that sounded ridiculously young to Merian rang out.

This made him look surprised.

Azrael quickly recounted the information he had gathered, then switched screens and began to speak:

"—Just now, Galad has taken control of part of the Dark Angels fleet, and the airspace threat in the northern region has been completely eliminated."

With turmoil imminent and people yearning for change, such a calm voice indeed has the power to stabilize people's hearts.

When a suitable entity appears, the Dark Angel knows what action he should take.

"Isn't what we're doing incredibly dishonorable?"

Samuel looked at the anesthetic that filled the various compartments in a mist-like form, and the dark angels that they had tricked into gathering by using the Lion's code, and wiped the blood-stained longsword in his hand.

It's still many against one.

This seems like a case of playing dirty tricks.

"You think we conquered the galaxy with glory? You little brats are all the same."

Galad, who had broken away from the Lion's command and returned from the surface, snorted coldly, sent a communication to Azrael, and then led his knights toward the bridge of the Unyielding Truth. He also instructed his men to guard the Extinction Order weapons in groups of three.

"Receive Koswayne. I know he's back too. Have the fleet adjust to a defensive posture and reduce the bombing frequency."

A force from the future is subtly shifting the tide of battle.

They are very clear about what they are doing and what they should not do.

"What are we going to do next?"

"End the conflict, save lives, and then find the culprits."

It's a very simple three-step process.

Their return was to avert this tragedy and thwart the enemy's plot.

"Well done, you did a great job, soldiers."

After listening to Azrael's report, Arthur released his grip on the sword hilt, leaned on the table with one hand, and said:

"The pathway is now stable, and I can proceed with the teleportation. Until then, my safety must be the top priority."

Ramses has taken control of Tuchucha and the Heart of Plague, and he has a clear understanding of the situation.

Nurgle's power remains hidden, and the conflict in Caliban continues despite Luthor's leniency. Clearly, Luthor is currently successful, and the Lion King remains controlled by rage. The defensive line formed by those chaotic troops is already on the verge of collapse.

He needs to solve these problems.

Arthur nodded to Ramses, then walked away.

He is very happy.

The so-called extermination orders were nothing more than verbal venting, a side effect of trauma. No one took any real action to try to destroy everything with absolute violence.

They are able to understand their own commands, comprehend their own interpretations, and choose to obey them.

The dark angels have personally verified the reliability of time travel, and now no one will choose to stop him.

This is mutual trust.

The mutual trust he had carefully nurtured and painstakingly built over the past decades was something he had spent countless hours cultivating.

"Understood, Your Highness!"

"The Caliban welcomes you at any time."

Merian turned his head to look around, and like the lucky members who were rescued, their eyes were filled with surprise and curiosity. Kai, who had been irritable just a moment ago, suddenly laughed and returned to the screen to help adjust the parameters.

"That would be even better."

He said to himself.

"This is even better. There's no need to cheer the team on anymore. We couldn't take them down back then, so we'll settle it here."

No one could help but feel resentful about what had happened in Caliban. The horrific scene here enraged Kai, but it wouldn't make him lose his composure.

"We are the saviors. Under the leadership of the Wings of Dawn, we will fight for humanity and end the tragedies that cling to human bodies."

Kai took a deep breath.

He has made the vow, and he is determined to keep it; he will do his utmost to fulfill it.

"Who exactly is your prince?"

Merian couldn't help but ask.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Kai's smile widened uncontrollably.

"Just wait and see."

He amplified the signal generator.

"This will all end, and we will find the real enemy."
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In the subspace, the entire northwest direction was coated with a deep green color.

This was not the fire from a radiation weapon, but light from the Nurgle realm in the High Heavens, sweeping in from the waves of the warp, propelling the fleet forward like a tsunami.

The warship tumbled and roared within, its support atmospheric fighters emerging from hell, their turbines whirring at full speed to evade the deadly turbulence, barely visible ahead of the orbital plates.

Beneath Typhon's feet, the massive fleet continued its full-speed advance, navigating the path of attack cleared for them by the Plague God. Bulky ships carrying Death Guards flanked the Terminator, like fish accompanying a whale.

"First Legion".

Typhons murmured, indulging himself in the moment of leisure to admire the magnificent view before him, a sense of pleasure rising in his heart.

The Great Rebellion is over, and they are fleeing in disarray under the counterattack of the Ultramarines, while the Dark Angels have torn themselves in two during a nonsensical civil war.

"Let the fleet follow the guidance of our benevolent father."

He stood up, his bulky body bulging, and addressed his navigators.

"Let's see how far this road can take us."

　P.S.: I'm currently in the countryside and typing on my phone, so it's slow. Sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)