This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 438 Why, Coswayne, why are you just watching? Could it be that you also— (6k)

The newcomer was covered from head to toe in black armor, which was engraved with red gold and silver.

His shoulder armor was embroidered with steel-colored wings, and his scarlet cloak was trimmed with black mane.

His face was stern, his emerald eyes gleaming. The temperature difference brought by the bombing caused the wind to swirl and tie his soft golden shoulder-length hair behind his head. He gripped a black sword tightly in his hand, the hilt topped with four wings, half folded and half unfolded, protecting a blue gemstone.

Ryan Aljonsen.

The Lion of Caliban.

The Primarch of the Dark Angels.

He seemed to be looking into a different kind of mirror, reflecting himself in another time and space.

A noble knight, equally tall, equally cold, and equally served by dark angels, blocked his path in pursuit. Something that shouldn't exist in reality was here.

Wow!

With a swing of his longsword, the immense power buried the knight's body along with the solid rocks beneath his feet. But as soon as a wisp of dust cleared, the knight reappeared beside him.

The knight stood amidst the ashes, his longsword pointing diagonally, letting gravity carry the blood of the gods down with it.

Ryan felt that he was hurt.

The attack grazed his left arm without warning, then was deflected by a sword; the indestructible blade easily pierced the Primarch's armor and severed some of his tendons.

It's not an illusion, it's not witchcraft.

Illusions cannot affect the senses of a Primarch, especially a male lion.

Even the combined assault of Lady Kra, known for her individual strength, could not shake this unparalleled warrior. The mental invasion that would be a disaster for ordinary people could not make the lion waver in the slightest. On the contrary, the defeat in the mental battle led to the exposure of his home planet, making his race a part of the Dark Angels' honor.

Arthur slightly turned his body, swinging his sword from outside the attack range, yet in an instant he escaped Ryan's focused gaze and appeared behind him, the sudden arrival of the blade itself creating a gust of wind.

clang!
The sword was fast, so fast that one could not feel the pain; the sword was sharp, and Ryan could feel its edge almost touching his face.

Her long hair, which had been held up by elegant hairpins, was now loose. Ryan's pupils contracted sharply as he once again savored the unmistakable scent in the wind.

It really is the original.

"who are you?"

After a brief struggle, he stood frozen in place for a full 0.1 seconds, and Ryan growled.

He brandished his sword, forcing back Arthur who was closing in. He wondered why Caliban would have such a person.

Confused, even panicked.

Ryan began to recall, a thousand thoughts still swirling in his mind, but no matter how hard he tried to dig out all the memories in his mind, he could not recall who the person in front of him was.

Caliban, the Dark Angel, his father, and his brothers.

Horus, that pathetic traitor; Perturabo, that disgusting liar; Coz, that hateful monster; the noble yet tragic Saint Gilles; the arrogant and flamboyant Rus; and the annoying Robert Guilliman.
The names of his 19 brothers flashed through his mind, and even two long-forgotten figures were unearthed from the depths of his memory. However, he found that the person in front of him did not match any of them.

boom!
In the same instant, the lion's counterattack followed immediately, not much slower than teleportation.

Arthur parried the sword.

"I am Arthur Pendragon, from ten thousand years in the future, trying to avert a tragedy."

The lord of knights announced his name and briefly explained the purpose of his visit.

He looked at Ryan, who had his mouth agape, and at the lion who had subconsciously placed him on the same level.

"See, you can use your mouth, can't you?"

The knight couldn't help but say.

"What kind of weird talk is this now?"

Ryan was furious and swung his sword repeatedly, his taut nerves inexplicably teetering on the edge of breaking when his opponent chose to respond.

clang--

Countless sword strikes were made in a single second, the sounds of slashing echoing through the endless ruins, followed by sharp explosions. A fierce wind swept around him, and Ryan felt a strange sense of suppression. The state that used to improve with his concentration seemed to be restricted to a certain 'reasonable' range.

This made him feel uncomfortable.

Ryan's keen intuition made him sense almost instantly that something was wrong.

The opponent exerted a strange suppressive force on the 'Primarch' itself, as if shielding the most important part of the Primarch. If he could rely on courage and will to fight against a Titan-like behemoth in the past, he definitely could not now.

Such qualities.

boom!
The ranged weapons drawn by both sides collided. The longsword held firm in the middle, and the two knights danced gracefully in the storm. Their Primarchs unleashed their full power, causing them to appear and disappear in the center of the storm.

A steady output of force, agile yet fierce, deflecting swords, dodging gunfire, flashing again, inflicting damage, in a continuous cycle.

With such ease and control, the opponent was clearly well-adapted to this kind of unwavering combat.

If Magnus were here, he would fall in an instant.

As the Emperor's executioner, Ryan almost instinctively came to a very ominous conclusion. He exhaled foul air from his nostrils, trying to detect even the slightest trace of chaotic corruption within his opponent.

Similarly, the other person's name also made him instinctively feel suffocated.

Arthur Pendragon is a name that is not unfamiliar to the lion who wields the Dark Angel.

The ancient Crowned Sky Army, which fought alongside the Emperor long before Ryan and even other legions existed, spent nearly two hundred years leading the people of this planet out of their homeworld once again.

Their names were drawn from the history of the stars, from the time before humanity set foot on the planets—the names of gods, kings, and heroes. Ryan remembered each name clearly and knew the origin of each one.

Only one person among the Primarchs received this honor.

Only Horus.
Only Horus.

Even as a scoundrel in Kosonia, he wasted his time until he killed his adoptive father and gained fame before finally receiving his own name. Ryan, who knew countless secrets, knew that all of this was the Emperor's doing.

Hey.

Ryan savored this feeling.

Along with the suffocation came jealousy.

"It seems you really enjoy divergent thinking."

Arthur's attacks were more intense than Caliban's most violent downpour, leaving Ryan with little time to conserve his energy.

“I’ve heard their complaints. You’ve always been like this, unwilling to say or listen to anything, unpredictable and elusive.”

With each step forward and backward, all that remained beneath their feet was a scene of devastation: shattered steel, torn concrete, and countless enormous footprints.

“I want you to tell me what prompted you to make such an irrational decision. Can’t you smell the panic on those new recruits?”

Ryan knew that this stranger seemed to have a problem with him, and was annoyed by his decisions.

That's for sure; almost no one in the original story would like him.

The angel is gone, and the only one left, Peturabo, is still putting on an act. He now wishes he could strangle that bastard.

"Isn't this betrayal?"

Ryan forced himself to reply in the same tone, a strange sense of competitiveness creeping over him, as if responding to the other's provocation:

“They are my right hand, the Dark Angel Legion. I must know where my hand is at all times. I cannot allow my right hand to pick up a sword without my knowledge when I look away.”

boom!
Under the raging wind, Ryan felt his flesh tremble but felt no pain. He immediately clashed swords with Arthur, and his body was slashed dozens of meters away.

"Then what about your actions before Istvan V? What were your considerations when you chose to divide your forces? What about the establishment of the Second Reich? Did the Emperor know all of this?"

Arthur asked in a low voice.

His tone remained calm, unlike Forgrim's arrogance or Dorn's sharpness, yet it still pierced the lion's heart like a steel knife.

"."

Ryan suddenly found himself unable to respond calmly.

Arthur sighed softly, but then thought on the bright side: at least this enraged beast was willing to talk to him.

"What are you so afraid of? That your own clumsy actions led to the Grand General's Cannon ultimately falling into Horus's hands? That you were on the other side of the galaxy, becoming the Protector of the Second Empire, while Dorne was guarding Terra? That you were too busy destroying the rebel homeworld to be there for the Emperor's final battle?"

Ryan almost instinctively checked his communications.

The tragedy was that his communications remained connected to his Unyielding Truth and his paladins.

"Are you afraid your actions will be seen as betrayal, afraid that the equally unpredictable and capricious emperor will punish you as you have treated the people of this planet? You don't want anyone to know about this, so you chose such an extreme method?"

Ryan charged again, unleashing a flurry of attacks that left everyone breathless. But he realized that the person before him was like another storm before the storm, a force to be reckoned with.

"No, we returned to Caliban from Terra only to find the entire defense system locked onto us! This planet opened fire on us without warning, and some people have even been tainted by those powers you should know about."

The lion roars.

His judgment was correct.

"However, many people know nothing about the forces you mentioned. They have no connection with the commanders, whether it's Luther, Astland, or anyone else. I have just arrived and did not participate in ordering the fire on your fleet. Regardless of whether your commanders agree with him or not, there are countless innocent people who still love the Emperor and humanity. They have raised their weapons against you simply because your actions have made them feel betrayed."

The dark angels were discovering for the first time that His Highness's words were truly powerful.

He can force even the most powerful beings to fight him, and then make them obediently listen to him.

“You have a better way of solving this problem than forcing the entire planet to become your enemy.”

"They failed to notice the corruption of their commander."

"You didn't notice Peturabo's problem either."

Arthur's words were really sharp, and the lion suddenly realized with bitterness that he had never been good at judging people.

In Diamat, he handed over two Grand General cannons to Perturabo, lost in the cries of "War General," mistakenly believing he would use these weapons to crush Horus's shameful betrayal. Instead, those cannons were aimed at the Raven Guards and Salamanders on the Istvan V, and later blasted open the Saturn Gate of Terra.

How much pain and bloodshed could have been avoided if he had fully trusted Guilliman when the Tuchucha Engine carried him across the galaxy to Macragge? Instead, they each guarded their own secrets, leading to disastrous consequences.

No, it gets worse.

Ryan lowered his eyes.

If he had discovered the corruption of the Loka faith, if he had discovered the endless rage of Angron, if he had discovered the twisted infighting of Perturabo, the Emperor's executioner, he had scattered the Legion into several expeditionary fleets, scattered across the galaxy, yet he couldn't even grasp the state of his own brothers.

By now, Ryan Eljonsson can no longer even foresee his own legion's thoughts and actions.

Ryan gritted his teeth in silence, his sword growing ever sharper.

"If you yourself cannot even perceive the corruption of your own brothers, how can you expect your offspring to notice the depravity of their commander?"

The other party always seemed to be able to read his mind. "Then what are you here for? To execute me as the emperor's new executioner? To mock my dereliction of duty and declare my betrayal?"

Ryan's voice was deep and menacing.

He witnessed the strange dark angels. These dark angels had stronger physical abilities and better equipment. Their automatons did not even need to obey the Emperor's decree and could be directly equipped with AI.

Such a warrior is not loyal to his Primarch, the Dark Angel.

"No, I don't think you betrayed me."

Arthur replied, "So why are you emphasizing this? You only performed poorly in the Great Rebellion, which doesn't warrant death. Didn't these Caliban knights face the same predicament in another rebellion? Did they deserve to die?"

Reasonable and well-founded.

The lion's face swelled with rage.

Judging others by one's own standards is a valid point.

boom!
The trampling stirred up a fierce wind, sending surrounding rubble and debris flying. The sweeping blades seemed to possess immense power, creating waves on the concrete like a tsunami.

"We have returned here to change those unnecessary tragedies and to make the real criminals pay the price."

Arthur looked at the lion, who still refused to make peace, and said solemnly.

"Before that, I will take away your power."

Give them a good beating.

"No, you can't."

Ryan was still furious, and even though he was at a disadvantage in the verbal exchange, he still instinctively wanted to take the initiative.

He wanted to defeat these unknown beings, make the rebels pay the price, and then think about the rest.

"No, we can do it."

Arthur replied, filled with hope for the person behind him.

A storm is raging!

Gareth held his breath. All he could see was the city, plowed into a plain, bursting into countless flames amidst the smoke and fire, sparks flashing incessantly like firecrackers.

His knightly instincts compelled him to step forward, yet he was powerless to intervene. The two had reached a point where one of them was bound to fall, and any rash intervention by a third party would only result in being torn to shreds.

"Hey, are you almost recovered?"

After finishing the deployment of the automated soldiers under Azrael's command, Kay patted Gareth on the shoulder behind the blockade line.

He looked excitedly at the leveled ruins, feeling his blood boil at the prospect of the Primarch War.

"This is the second time I've witnessed something like this."

He couldn't help but speak seriously.

Merian raised an eyebrow, wondering what this guy was showing off again, and looked down at the control panel.

As a veteran of Terran origin, he had encountered countless technological warlords, so he could naturally operate and use the intelligent mechs without any obstacles.

As victims of Astra's imprisonment, they were quite aware of Luther and his group's conspiracy. Now, this intelligent control legion, mainly composed of Astra and supplemented by other models, including Terra mechanical sentinels, was heading to various combat zones to broadcast messages. Relying on their tough physiques and non-lethal weapons, they separated the overlapping battle lines and further eased the conflict.

This approach proved quite effective. Not only did it protect these members from the future, but when the two sides, blinded by rage, saw the intelligently controlled legion standing in the center, capable of easily annihilating them, yet refrained from launching an immediate attack, their brains regained some of their thinking ability amidst the broadcasts that were practically pressed against their foreheads.

"All right."

Gareth clenched his fist. His body, which had been almost shattered by the lion's powerful slash, had been restored with the help of the external Belisarius solvent, and his broken armor had been repaired by the nano-repair chip.

His Highness has successfully held back the lion, and they must use their advantages to do more.

The Caliban have a lot of trouble.

The first problem is chaotic contamination.

With the disappearance of the forest behemoths, much of the pollution has directly affected the residents of Caliban. As the Empire's exploitation of Caliban's less than one hundred million inhabitants intensifies, these potential Chaos cultists pose a significant threat.

Secondly, there are the real traitors.

Luther, Ryan's knightly brother, mentor and friend, is the culprit behind all this. He stole the Book of Chaos from the Sirius Knights and embraced the power of Chaos.

Astlan, a fanatical madman devoted to the Emperor, claims to be loyal to the Emperor, but his actions involve killing loyal allies, purging his own knightly orders, and colluding with Luther. He is currently the First Mentor of the rebel knightly order.

Zahariel, whose faith is corrupted by the Ouroboros, seeks to free it from Caliban. He is now the Lord of Miste under Luthor. Miste was originally a term used by Caliban to refer to psykers, and this new title undoubtedly symbolizes that Zahariel has become the leader of Caliban's think tank.

The group consisting of these three men and their senior officers was at the heart of the rebellion. It was they who controlled part of the orbital defense facilities and opened fire, thus provoking the Lion to take the most extreme measures, causing countless unsuspecting compatriots to suffer undeserved disaster.

Finally, there are our compatriots in heaven.

Led by Faris Redros, the Supreme Master of the current Dreadwing, the Lion King faction is absolutely loyal to Ryan. These members dared to confront several other orders on the Unyielding Truth back then, and even tried to issue an extermination order against Macragge in order to prevent the Lion from suffering any accidents.

Secondly, Redros himself was the first Dark Angels Chapter Master after the Caliban incident, and he was the one who captured Luthor.

They don't need to worry about that; Coswayne and Galad are already up there.

"Then let's go."

Kai reached out his hand.

Gareth grabbed the other man's arm, raised his sword again with his left hand, and after a final glance at the two still locked in a standoff, they resolutely left. The wounds inflicted on him by the lion had vanished in hundreds of breaths.

They need to deal with these people before His Highness and the Lion have a showdown.

At the heart of everything is salvation.

Cherish this opportunity, rely on the power at your disposal, and try to save more people in a better way.
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"The subspace storm not only disrupted the space we inhabit, but also confused time,"

On the Unyielding Truth, Inner Knight Galad tapped the table and addressed the assembled crowd: "I have been back in the real universe for 656 years, constantly fleeing and hiding from my little brothers for over six hundred years, until I met Your Highness."

Among them were tall Proto-Forged Space Marines, but most were eldest sons. Their power backpacks were removed, their arms were fitted with magnetic locks, and they were attached to steel seats.

These knights, who had fallen victim to betrayal by their colleagues, glared resentfully at the traitors around them.

"This is the Dreadwing."

Zabril, a knight of the 2nd Destroyer Squad, 3rd Company, 15th Warband, a clerk of the Three Keys Order, a Dreadwing warrior, added dismissively.

“When we identify an enemy, we always become so stubborn, but in order to erase the original sin, we create another hatred that has lasted for thousands of years? Seriously, my Lord Redros, you have done a good job educating your descendants.”

"You're being sarcastic again."

Redros instinctively wanted to slam his hand on the table, but found that his hands were bound by magnetic locks, so he could only kick the table in frustration.

The one-way transparency of intelligence made the High Master of Dreadwing appear extremely embarrassed in front of his colleagues. Many were controlled without any reaction, leaving them only able to listen to the traitors fabricate stories—perhaps not fabricated, but in any case, extremely absurd—and they were helpless to do anything about it.

No one expected that these colleagues, whom they had once trusted, would suddenly launch an attack on them, and with forces far exceeding those of ordinary people. Given their shared experience, the outcome was not hard to predict.

“You serve a completely new master, yet you come to mock my actions. Why shouldn’t my loyal successors hunt down traitors like you?”

"Redrose replied fiercely."

As a Caliban, he and his family were attacked by wild beasts when he was eight years old. It was Ryan who saved him, taught him to be a knight, joined the Dark Angels, and eventually became the High Master of Dreadwing.

He obeyed the affection shown by Lane and devoted all his strength to the lion.

“If we really wanted to kill you, you wouldn’t be sitting here.”

Galad said calmly, "Try to put yourself in our shoes, Redros. If you were standing here, how would you treat us?"

"."

Redros remained silent, then slammed his fist on the table again in a low voice.

Behind him, the new recruits from ten thousand years in the future were curiously observing this group of people.

"I feel like they're no different from the inner ring ten thousand years from now."

The young Ravenwing Grand Master Samuel muttered a complaint to his comrade beside him.

The high priest named Sappho quickly covered his mouth.

"."

Galad fell silent for a moment.

Indeed, ten thousand years ago, there were indeed great differences among their various religious orders, but at least the Lion King kept the conflicts in check, preventing them from being brought to the surface.

Awaiting the bombing of the Caliban and the disappearance of the Lion, each member will show their craziest side.

Moreover, Galad would bet that if His Highness were to suddenly disappear one day, these knights, who seemed to have lost the dark qualities of the Dark Angels, would only become even more insane.

Click~
The elevator doors in the conference room slid open.

A knight leading several Dark Angels entered the conference hall of the Unyielding Truth.

They were all firstborn Space Marines who had not undergone any special modifications.

These shadows moved forward, converging at the edge of the table. They tacitly stepped aside from the throne area and came to the opposite side of Galad.

"I'm warning you."

A deep and distinctive voice rang out.

"If anything unexpected happens to the Knight Lord—"

Redros tilted his head, revealing a slight smile of victory.

He knew it was Coswayne who had arrived.

The Ninth Knights' Consul, the Lion's most reliable lieutenant, and the Dark Angels' highest honoree.

After the Great Rebellion ended, Koswayne, who directly participated in the Siege of Terra, reached the pinnacle of his reputation within the Dark Angels.

"Believe me, I will kill you all."

Yes, that's it. Be tough, respond to these traitors who intend to serve their new masters in the toughest way possible.

With his hands on the table, Redros turned his head to look at his 'comrade-in-arms'.

"."

A look of confusion appeared on Grandmaster Terror's face.

Because the other person is looking at you.

"?"

(End of this chapter)