This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 436 What can you do?

Chapter 436 What can you do?
Caliban, the planet's capital, Aldruk
No one could believe what they were seeing.

Liongate Airport has fallen.

Just over ten days ago, under the leadership of the various cult leaders, they were conducting tactical training in the industrial terrain of Caliban, which has now become one of the empire's main industrial bases. They all walked through the atmosphere gradually obscured by industrial exhaust fumes from the airport area, gazing at the starry sky, and imagining just how magnificent and invincible the Dark Angels under the Lion's leadership truly were.

Gareth witnessed the spectacle before him once again.

A fortified city rises abruptly from the ground, piercing the clouds. Even on the clearest days, it is impossible to see what lies at the top of the airport. Lion Gate Airport is one of the airports built to better serve Lion.

But it has already fallen into the hands of the lion.

Lion's keen sense of the battlefield allowed him to instantly identify the planet's weaknesses. As Luther's artillery fire began to burst forth in the void, a decisive and precise tactical landing pierced through the atmosphere. Lion's almost invincible individual strength filled the gaps in the landing scale, tearing apart the defending forces.

The airport's vital logistics capabilities enable the Dark Angels on orbit to continuously supply troops to the surface from their orbital fleets. From heavy equipment to sheer numbers of cannon fodder, everything reinforces the besieging Lion Army. The warriors, arriving with their fury, unleash a barrage of fire upon all living things that attempt to retaliate.

The dark angels on the surface will personally experience that grandeur and invincibility.

Fully armed, an army that had survived a century of war marched through the streets and over hills of rubble, filling every ditch in their path like a stream, charging in a breathtaking silence.

Bullet holes dotted the concrete, and heavy weapon fire pierced through the colonnades and shattered buildings, raising waves of dust over the wide pile of rubble.

If we were to compare it to a conquest of a rebellious empire, then without a doubt—

This was a perfect war.

“Do something, Gareth.”

The offensive is weakening.

In the Lion, in places unseen by their comrades, some released the triggers of their weapons. Squads exchanging fire suddenly stopped, looked at each other, and then, guided by some means, crossed the street and began to spontaneously converge, as if the war before them were no longer their concern.

Above the orbit, the control of the warships also began to reduce the scale of their attacks due to the anomaly, and the surface air defense facilities also tacitly stopped firing their cannons.

But the lion still pressed on relentlessly.

He is the one who is in control of this war.

"Think about what you're going to do."

Gareth muttered to himself, watching the recruits who didn't even know where to run and could only roar and fire, venting their fear.

We can't let any more of these members die.

Even though the souls now have a place to go, everyone knows very well that as long as they stand beside the original body, death is not despair, not the beginning of hellish life, and may not even be the end.

But death is death, and death means they will be separated from reality.

They were not Erangel, not Danteok, not Lann, not Hal, not those warriors who shone brightly and were the center of attention during the Great Crusade.

They were just nameless nobodyes, trapped on this planet since birth.

They can't come back.

They have never witnessed the existence of hope, not even for a moment.

I closed my eyes and recalled the figure in my mind, backed by the night sky, as if it were the dawn.

When they opened their eyes, they were met with a scene of raging war, no different from the countless imperial worlds they had saved over the past few decades.

"I can save more people, and I want to save them."

Gareth muttered to himself, helped the last civilian onto the vehicle bound for the northern refuge, and then strode off in the direction the knights had come from.

Several dark angels raised their heads.

After quickly reporting and completing the handover of the task, they chose to follow.
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boom!
The Space Marines' explosive projectiles hurtled through the air, but they missed their targets.

This is not because the Space Marines are unskilled. These rigorously trained warriors are born for the battlefield; war is etched in their blood. When they see that fleeting figure ahead, they skillfully aim and fire the instant they spot the lion.

The moment the Space Marine's eyes caught the image, and the instant his superhuman reflexes raised his gun, the Lion's blade came swiftly following.

puff!

Blood was spilled, but not a single cry of pain was left behind.

The lion was so angry.

I am furious at Luther's betrayal, furious at the Dark Angels' rebellion, furious that they cannot be as pure as their Primarch.

The lion thought it had done its best.

He is the epitome of the Primarch.

While Horus was groveling before the Emperor with his achievements, he had already led the Dark Angels to the next battlefield.

While the annoying Guilliman was still gloating over the expansion of his little kingdom, he had already left behind a planet that had once again fallen under the rule of the Dark Angels.

While the lying Perturabo was still amidst the ruins, wallowing in self-pity like a wronged woman over the injustice he had suffered, his Dark Angels were still on the terrifying battlefield, unnoticed by anyone, eliminating another enemy for the Empire that could not be recorded in writing.

The lion never asks for a reward from anyone, not even an emperor, because loyalty itself is the reward.

But why would these dark angels choose to betray? What gave them the right to betray?
This was unacceptable to the lion; he couldn't understand how such a huge stain could appear on a legion that had been built up with him as its role model.

The knights organized a counterattack. Being regarded as an enemy by a Primarch would trigger anyone's instinctive reaction to fight or flee, and the lion sensed that tense anxiety.

His face was as calm as still water as he swiftly lunged to the other side, easily dodging the gunfire and letting the bombs land on the wall or friendly forces on the other side.

Even Space Marines are not as swift and tough as Primarchs; even with armor, being covered in explosives can be fatal.

"We're going to die."

As the knight squire, Kran of the North Star Knights thought to himself, he soon laughed at his own arrogance.

The lion was definitely not after them, and it wouldn't even have paid attention to what they were thinking when it killed them.

Someone craned their neck and saw the lion stride westward, passing through the corpses of their comrades, traversing streets now in ruins, to find a target truly worthy of the Son of God's killing or destruction.

The company, which originally had a hundred men, is now down to just over a dozen.

They hid on hills made of broken bricks, tiles, and shards of glass, breathing out an air of fear.

No one knew where they should go. The buildings around them were either ablaze or razed to the ground, and the streets were buried in ruins. All they could see was the lion, and the enemy who wanted to kill them.

"We have to fight."

someone said.

"What did you say?"

"Kran asked."

"fighting."

The man repeated, his eyes fixed on the collapsed residential building not far away: "Go back and fight him."

"We will die."

Crane shook his head bitterly.

"We are no different from death now."

The man gripped the sword hilt tightly.

After only a brief exchange, the lion caught them.

"Of course, what else can we do?"