This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 437 Let's Speak with Our Swords

Everything seemed so fragile under the Primarch's wrath.

In just one exchange, the team's formation was broken.

Squeezing through the blast shields and along the narrow path to the front of a fortress, the lion's mind was focused on the center of the battlefield, surrounded by the white noise born from the continuous, piercing impact of the resistance. Before him were only enemies and potential enemies.

The lion, somewhat annoyed, checked on the paladins' progress via communication, his sword still gleaming.

The blade was aimed at Crane, who was much shorter than him. Crane let out a bitter laugh and chose to meet the attack head-on.

boom! boom! boom!
A barrage of intense fire swept in.

The coverage was very precise, accurately predicting the Primarch's movement direction and defensive habits, as if it had been practiced countless times.

This surprised the enraged lion, causing him to slow his sword strike slightly.

puff!

Kran fell, and the Primarch's brief moment of hesitation allowed the blade to pierce his chest, cleaving his heart in two and leaving a gaping wound that nearly severed him in two.

Snapped!
An iron chain hooked onto his power backpack, quickly pulling the young rider out of range of fire.

The impact caused his already limp neck to tilt his head slightly, followed by a look of surprise on his face.

Knights much taller than him passed by, among them a considerable number of automatons, which the recruits had only seen in the monastery's encyclopedia.

These figures, so different from ordinary dark angels, blocked the view toward the lion's side before their still-disordered comrades could continue their attacks.

The precise and concentrated firepower drove back the lion, much like a group of humans using torches to fend off a wild beast.

"Can you still talk?"

The grappling hook stopped as it was being dragged, and someone caught the broken body.

Crane tilted his head with difficulty, his body, which had been split open and was almost in two, could hardly bear the dragging.

He fell down in a single encounter; had it not been for the lion's mistake, he would have died almost instantly.

The terror of facing a predator made him tremble instinctively after surviving the ordeal.

"don’t worry."

The shattered body landed on the sturdy transport equipment.

Crane noticed that there were many people among them, some familiar and some unfamiliar.

These people were placed in the space marines who were much taller than them. The transport vehicle was shaking, and they didn't know where it was taking them.

"You are safe."

The man spoke, trying to reassure the Dark Angels who had been disarmed with the help of the automatons.

He asked, "Is it temporary?"

"Do not."

The man replied seriously, "Although it won't be permanent, believe me, it will be a long time."

"You will die."

"You will live."

"."

Crane stroked the armor; he could feel the transport vehicle sink, the sound of it getting into a larger vehicle.

Boom!

Faced with the intense barrage of fire aimed at him, the lion chose to leap away nimbly.

The lion's small leap covered six or seven meters. His hands first touched the wall to cushion the impact, and at the same time, he adjusted his center of gravity. He used his left hand as a pivot to lift his feet, lightly touched the ground, and then leaped out again.

In the blink of an eye, having dodged countless tricky bullets, the lion once again leaped off the ground, traversing through the artillery fire.

Look, this is a lion, this is a strongman.

As the Thunder Warriors passed away from old age, and as Astartes disappeared in a series of secret wars, their places were filled by successors.

Only the lion remains.

A pained smile appeared on Gareth's face.

Without having to pay the price for his actions, the victims' struggles seemed utterly ridiculous to him, and even in the middle of the battlefield, this leader remained calm and composed.

How can ordinary people compare to such beings?
The Primarch is too powerful.

Of course, this idea is not out of jealousy, nor does it mean that Gareth wants the strong to surrender when threatened by the weak.

As a soldier, he only hoped that the Primarch would think more deeply about the consequences of his choices on the soldiers under his command.

The mutual suspicion among the Dark Angels will lead to their annihilation in the crossfire; the bombs and lasers rushing towards each other are equally effective against them, while the roar of the Lion usually only has one outcome.

boom!
The moment it made contact with the Lion's Blade, the Storm Shield developed a huge gap, like a decorative piece made of foam. The servo motors emitted a groan of being overwhelmed, and a large number of fragments mixed with blood burst out at the joints of the cuts.

"Who are you!"

Ryan El-Jonson, the Primarch of the First Legion, tackled Gareth to the ground with a heavy thud.

The lion's strength can withstand the consequences of most choices, but others cannot!
Several soldiers lay on the ground, automatons exploded everywhere, and Gareth stared at the lion.

Perhaps this is the covenant between the Space Marines and the Primarchs, a cursed covenant.

While the Astartes enjoy the benefits of being led by the Primarchs, they must also pay the price for the Primarchs' actions.

"traitor!"

Ryan roared, like a predator pouncing on its prey, having finally found a clue in the midst of the battle.

The unfamiliar armor and physical attributes, far exceeding the fighting power of ordinary Astartes, allowed them to encounter a power they had never understood before, a power that fueled their ambition to challenge the lion's rule.

Yes, he is a traitor.

That's right, just like Luther, who is still nowhere to be found.

The lion remembered all the troops he had sent back to Caliban, but couldn't recall who the man before him was.

"You're the traitor!"

Gareth, pinned beneath the Primarch, roared, unleashing the words he had been rehearsing a thousand times: "You abandoned us, you abandoned Caliban! Think of what you did during the Great Rebellion! You chose to stand by and watch when the situation was at its most critical, and now you've so decisively opened fire on us! Lion, where has your patience gone? Where has your composure gone?"

“Look what you’ve done. You landed on Caliban and slaughtered your offspring the first time they saw you. In fact, the betrayal you thought you committed didn’t happen at all. Luther is hiding somewhere, laughing at you, watching your choices make everything fit his conspiracy, just like those monsters enjoyed your performance in the Great Rebellion.”

Ryan felt as if something inside him had been torn apart.

He asked himself honestly, he had never had the slightest thought of betraying the cause, but did he have no selfish motives at the beginning of the great rebellion?
He received news of the rebellion but chose to wait and see, realizing that Dorn planned to mobilize all the legions with the potential to rebel, even though Dorn didn't know where he was at that time. If he could have gone to the Istvan V with Perturabo, how could Horus's conspiracy have succeeded with the Dark Angels' strength?
If he had chosen not to attack Horus's logistics, but instead joined Koswayne in rushing to Terra's aid, would the outcome have been different?

Would Saint Geres not have died, and would his father have been spared the throne?

"Why do you know this!"

Ryan growled, tightening his grip as if he had been stung by something.

"Tell me, which evil master of yours told you this lie!"

The Primarch attempted to threaten him with his power; had the situation not been so tense, he would have chosen to interrogate the unfamiliar Dark Angel himself.

"hehe."

Gareth gave a sarcastic smile and said nothing more.

He knew he couldn't change the lion's decision, and that he had done all he could.

They bought enough time for the victims in the combat zone to be evacuated, and then all they had to do was wait.

"answer me!"

The lion roared loudly, which to Gareth seemed like thousands of fangs tearing at him.

wait.

Just as he felt himself being lifted up like a rag doll, smelled the lion's anger, and saw that ferocious and furious face, a golden light flashed across his head.

A tall figure passed by him, the sound of armored vehicles rumbling on the gravel, and the roar of a lion deafening.

Two incredibly sharp blades clashed together, and the power and inertia of the swordsmen caused countless sparks to fly between the blades, illuminating each other's faces.

One side was silent and solemn, the other was gloomy and cold.

Both of them had an extraordinary amount of anger in their eyes.

Clang!
The blade trembled and stopped. The knight released the sword, swung his fist forward, and as the lion retreated, he skillfully pulled the trigger. As the lion dodged, it also released its grip on Gareth.

Immediately afterwards, the knight carefully avoided Gareth, positioned himself between the lion and its prey, used the parry to block the blade, and then thrust at the lion.

tick~
Crimson blood streamed down the lion's cheeks, and the unbridled rage hidden in his eyes finally vanished, replaced by the fear of encountering a powerful foe.

Finally, the lion was completely forced back, and Gareth fell from mid-air and collapsed to the ground.

He looked up and saw that his prince had already stood between him and the lion.

The man was dressed in black armor and wore a scarlet cloak, with a dawn embroidered on the front that resembled outstretched wings.

"You're lucky to be alive. His Highness rushed over here without stopping."

Kai came to Gareth's side and protected the badly wounded knight behind him.

It's something most people can't do: give up their present so that more people can have their present.

"Your Highness."

Gareth ignored Kai and addressed the equally tall knight who had forced Ryan back:
"Thank you, you saved my life."

"I accept your gratitude."

Arthur said, "In return, you saved the lives of your comrades, Gareth."

"I am protecting everything I cherish."

Gareth tried to speak again, but found that he couldn't even muster the strength to move his muscles.

His bones and armor were also shattered, his helmet was nowhere to be found, his face was covered in blood, and blood seeped out from the cracks between his armor. Even the body that had been repaired by Belisarius's furnace could hardly sustain him any longer.

The Lord of Knights has arrived, and his last bit of strength is waning.

Arthur took two steps forward and caught him as he fell to the ground.

Ryan was furious. The continuous shocks had made his mind race, and his hunter's instincts for danger made him less reckless.

The presence before us is very strong.

Ryan had hunted countless beasts, and even Lady Kra, known for her racial strength, could hardly awaken his hunting instincts.

But what we see now is different.

He could only smell himself in his scent, but his senses were completely empty.

Unobservable and difficult to perceive.

He watched the completely unfamiliar figure warily, the figure enveloped by dark angels.

In that instant, the thought of witchcraft flashed through his mind. Could this be a conspiracy of those chaotic forces, or a smokescreen sent by Luther to shake him?

"Take a break, Gareth."

"Between the lion and the dark angel," Arthur said.

"I still have things to do."

Gareth whispered, "I have to take them home."

“You’ve done well enough. Now let me help you.”

Arthur faced the lion, knowing that this lion from ten thousand years ago was not easy to get along with, and the devastation around him undoubtedly proved this.

Let's use the method we're most familiar with.

He strode forward, the smoke of gunpowder billowing, his scarlet cloak billowing.

He raised his sword, its light flashing, pointing it directly at the raging lion.

"Let's let our swords speak for themselves."

　P.S.: The above is the original text.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)