This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 442 Why are you only arriving now? (4.6k)

The time has come.

Lane Aljonson has cast us aside, and the Emperor who once demanded our allegiance has forgotten us. Power from the High Heavens has come knocking, and now we must decide whether to continue to endure, succumb to the darkness, or rise up for our homeland and our people.

As the ramp slowly descended, the burrowing assault pod fell through the blasted opening, and Merian glimpsed the sacred hall where the knights had once sworn their oaths.

There, the Caliban's greatest ruler once sat.

He wore gleaming armor, his face aged considerably, like an ancient hero. Luther's haggard appearance was the result of his toil for the people of Caliban. At this moment, he was studying page after page of an ancient magic book. Lord Cypher was closest to him, sitting on the pyre.

Merian focused on his breathing.

Images of fallen angels flashed through his mind.

Lord Cypher was engulfed in blue flames, which engulfed him. Even from afar, Merian could hear the agonizing screams emanating from Lord Cypher.

Luther was covered in glowing runes, his face illuminated by equally terrifying flames. Lord Astram's chest wound was smoking, as if he had lost the ability to resist after a brief conflict. His face was contorted with pain as he slowly knelt on the ground.

The force field shield of the assault pod showed ripples that deflected the attack.

Luther and his group have made their choice.

Are we on the side of those who despise us, choosing loyalty and continuing to be an executioner who oppresses our fellow citizens?
Or shall we choose our own path, relying on the power from the High Heaven to protect the innocent from those who exploit and corrupt them?
No, we still have a choice.

The roar of the thrusters gradually intensified. As the assault troops advanced along the ramp, they took control of the elevator shaft. A huge iron lump fell, detonating the induction explosives first. Finally, the elevator carrying the super-heavy vehicle landed with a tremendous tremor.

The restraint of the seatbelt was released with the sound of metal clashing and the whirring of the servo motor, and the scorching air, baked by countless weapons, rushed towards us.

The assault pod was pushed open, the teleportation beacon lit up, and the Dark Angels leaped into the air with a thunderous roar. The explosive weapons emptied their magazines, and the power swords pulsed with destructive blue light like the vibrant life forms of the deep sea.

We are able to stand with our fellow citizens and continue as knights, not relying on the malevolent forces of the gods in the highest heavens, but uniting ourselves through communication and protecting the innocent from those who exploit and corrupt them through concrete actions.

We are able to make this choice.

"For humanity!"

"Today is your death day."

Around him, the young people who were strangers to Merian shouted.

From the moment those vibrant, dark angels charged forward, time seemed to accelerate. Merian felt his body react unconsciously, catching up with everyone else in the intricate torrent of death.

Something's not right.

While complaining to Roch that the key should be set to 'Petulabor makes Ryan the Warmaster,' he was also arguing with Nurgle and asking questions while watching Ryan's red-hot Ramses.

"The Nurgle ritual is certainly being promoted, but it's definitely not here."

"I regret it."

Arthur saw Luther rushing toward him from the mist.

"It's that simple."

This fallen one in a bizarre state made no attempt to conceal his form, nor did those who followed him. Hundreds of knights from the Knights Order swarmed forward, and many voices followed closely behind.

They were spouting nonsense, stripped of their last shred of reason, and making grunting noises as they ran, more like wild beasts than humans.

Veterans shouted the name of humanity. When a blade felled a leader of the Caliban, splitting his face along his shoulder, they saw the once-familiar face twisted into this shape and felt a sense of disorientation. They had the intuition that they had been transported to a barbaric world stuck in a primitive era, rather than to the homeland passed down through generations of knight clans.

Luther's warriors were already outnumbered.

His cloudy eyes looked around.

He had hoped that Ryan's consistent character would drag the planet into war, which was only natural. But when the Lion made up his mind, the only order he gave to the Legion was to make the planet cry out in agony.

In fact, this was the only way he could think of to defeat a Primarch.

However, when the Primarch came before him, he clearly saw that the war had already been lost.

It wasn't that we lost to equally brutal violence, it was—

This was nothing more than an act of resistance against tyranny.

Luther is cruel, making Caliban's people suffer the lion's wrath; Luther is selfish, forcing those still loyal knights to become his accomplices.

But his goal, his long-standing goal, has always been nothing more than to preserve the Caliban and protect its people.

Therefore, he had to resort to any means necessary.

Creak~
His grip on the sword tightened even more.

Luther thought of Lord Cypher's advice, and of his constant refrain of the power of the High Heaven, and of Caliban's need to be freed.

He could hardly recall when this idea had become correct in his mind, or at least partially correct. For decades, they had been trapped on this planet, and their struggle against Lane was more about punishing him, about punishing the leader of the Caliban, than about truly believing they could win.

He had always resisted this idea in the past.

He continued to strive for more until he received strong suggestions from those he trusted, such as Astram, Zahariel, the monster of the High Heavens, and the monster of Caliban.

Yes, the knowledge given to him by Typhon and Eribus was of great help to him, and Zahariel also brought him different knowledge, even the promise of the High Gods, promising that Caliban could become a part of the High Gods and be freed from the threat of this galaxy forever.

But none of that matters anymore.

That's no longer the case.

Order was restored to the surface of Caliban. A large army and ample supplies allowed a new force to expand its control over the land, and a new leader brought more people together.

The intensity of the civil war was reduced to a minimum, and the proceedings of the meeting made them realize who the real enemy was.

Then a knight named Arthur arrived at Angel Castle.

It arrived at just the right time.

The moment Luther saw the Primarch, he felt as if fate had played a cruel joke on him.

Why did you have to come now of all times?

Why did you choose to come at this particular time?

Resentment, self-blame, and confusion.

A complex mix of emotions swirled within Luther, causing him immense anguish.

He felt like the whole world was tormenting him, ever since Ryan became the Primarch of the First Legion.

From being exiled after arguing with the Lion King during the expedition against the Sarosh aliens because of his hesitation in shutting down the nuclear missiles, to participating in the Horus expedition to win honor for his knights and being completely imprisoned by the Lion King in Caliban, to now rebelling against Caliban...
Every decision he made resulted in the cruelest outcome; every decision slapped him in the face, telling him that what he did was wrong.

Even sudden awakenings and betrayals of traitors bear the shadows of other supreme gods.

Luther's heart bled.

He was a puppet. The whispers of the gods were not bait used by predators to lure their prey, but rather the true desires in people's hearts. Chaos does not create a person's desires out of thin air, but rather adds fuel to the fire of those wicked desires in his heart, so that he would make the decisions that the gods wanted.

I'm fantasizing again.

After traversing a massive corridor several kilometers long, the spiritual power awakened through the study of witchcraft was suppressed the moment the Knight Lord appeared in their sight. Even Zahariel, who had been wailing in the flames behind them, eventually fell to the ground and became a pile of rotten flesh.

Blood splattered everywhere, and bits of flesh flew in all directions.

Looking at the knights fighting for their lord, Luther couldn't help but fantasize about being one of them, leading such a squad, roaming among the stars to win honor, and fighting for their ideals.

The illusory vision was also stripped away.

The figure of the Lord of Knights became exceptionally clear before Luther's eyes.

He knew he would never see Ryan; the Primarch before him was the true master of this battlefield.

Now, revenge is everything.

Revenge is the whole truth, the only thing left, the final expression of one's own emotions in the face of the world, no longer driven by any external motives, but simply for the sake of revenge itself.

It is my revenge against Ryan, my revenge against all the injustices I have suffered.

Luther could no longer stop pointing his sword at the enemy.

Not anymore.

That's impossible now.

"I am coming."

Luther whispered.

In his communications, he spoke to his colleagues who were corrupted by the power of the High Heavens, saying that these knights were being torn apart by the army along with the demons. His loyal colleagues may have heard his voice, but they seemed not to hear it at all.

There was no response. No one could respond to him anymore.

The loyal despise him, the degenerates mock him, and he is caught in the middle, just as he was caught between the lion and Caliban in the past.

Lonely.

Only those who want to exploit him will pay attention to him; he is the source of chaos.

Arthur did not wait for him. He focused on coordinating the battlefield and integrating himself into his guard, without changing the safest approach because of Luther's presence.

Luther could hear the Knights of the Round Table arrayed behind him, their shields striking the ground with heavy thuds, and the magazines clicking as they pushed into the chambers. Only when he drew near did the Lord of the Knights press forward. No one would interfere with the impending duel, and no enemy would stand in his way.

While hundreds of soldiers vied for control of this hall of honor, the two seemed to exist in complete isolation.

The other person replaced Ryan and came here to end it all.

Knights and beasts.

Knights and knights.

Knights and traitors.

Luther quickened his pace, skirting around a cluster of burning metal bars, and Arthur gave him one last look before raising his longsword in a fighting stance.

Arthur steadied himself and met the impact. The two collided, their power swords clashing. Luther was thrown back. Without his psionic powers, Astartes was extremely difficult to match a Primarch in physical combat. Arthur then swung his longsword, deflecting the force from its blade.

Luther spun around and charged at him again.

Then, the blade tore through his body.

The surrounding sounds fell silent in an instant.

The whispers of the evil god, the clamor of the battlefield, the mysterious connection between him and the ouroboros.

"Typhons is on his way, Caliban is completely corrupted, the plague god's ritual is complete, and Caliban's destruction was foretold. I brought all of this to fruition; I could not stop it. I can only die."

Luther muttered and muttered to himself.

"you--"

His voice was almost unrecognizable, only his worn-down teeth and the bloody smell emanating from his dry lips and tongue remained.

"Why are you here now?"

Nurgle's furious roars and Tzeentch's chaotic laughter echoed throughout the High Heavens.

"A cunning and treacherous man!"

Nurgle angrily pounded the cauldron, watching as the established order deviated from the known, and as Luther, who should have been chosen by the Four Gods, made a completely different decision with the help of another Supreme God.

"whee."

Inside the crystal labyrinth, Tzeentch watched the changes between the two timelines with curiosity, and couldn't help but laugh heartily, always eager for a good show.

The Lord of Changes likes this kind of change, especially the absolute unknown brought by these four.

Damn change.

Nurgle tapped the spoon in his hand again, and several large demons emerged from the soup dripping from the edge of the spoon. Annoyed, Nurgle threw these large demons, along with their demon army, into the Crystal Maze, and then sprinkled a handful of plants into the soup pot.

Left with no other choice, the god of plague ultimately had to increase its investment.

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Typhons could clearly sense that the waves of the Push Fleet were moving faster.

"It's a pity that the horse was pulled back from the cliff."

Ramses couldn't help but sigh.

Arthur pushed aside the corpse of the last Black Sword victim and looked around.

Astram has been brought under control, and the remaining members corrupted by Chaos have been killed. The offensive ended the moment they stormed into Luther Fortress.

Next.
"Ramesses, have you finished your test?"

Arthur inquired, seemingly unaffected by Luther's words.

"It's almost done."

Ramses, holding Tuchucha's hand, scribbled and drew in the air with his fingers.

Besides preventing the evil gods from interfering with the spacetime wormhole, Ramses mainly needs to conduct independent experiments to verify their ability to interfere with spacetime, and whether their subsequent actions will have some negative impact on the current spacetime.

Of course, they wouldn't mess around with the dark angels, but demons aren't exactly rare either.

"I think you can come boldly, as long as you don't get locked up on the other side."

Ramses pinched his chin, analyzing the experimental results, which included a large amount of experimental data on demons.

He then pushed the suddenly shrunken crack back to its original state and spoke:
"To put it this way, the demons you killed were still alive and kicking in my timeline, while the demons I marked with my spells and banished to Caliban by the Grey Knights died in my timeline. And those things that were not directly interfered with by us over the course of ten thousand years remain unchanged."

"In other words, our intervention is the most direct. As long as you don't come back, that era is an independent line. As long as you come back, apart from the things that we directly intervened in coming directly to our point, this line will directly converge to our point. It is still the present. There will be no abstract problems like the grandfather paradox, and you don't have to worry about not being able to do anything."

"Wouldn't that mean the plan to let Arthur develop for ten thousand years and then support the future wouldn't work?"

Romulus's voice rang out.

He looked regretful.

Beside him, Karna was blankly tasting dessert, powering his brain, while on the other end of the psionic communication was Karga, who was seriously following orders, and the Ultra Warrior, Diggris, who seemed to have contracted some kind of disease and had become visibly haggard.

At this moment, the fleet is making a short-distance voyage through a network in the middle of an extreme star field, while Romulus is remotely assisting Calga in planning Macragge's defenses.

"That's right. After all, the merging of the three divine artifacts is a process and can't last long. If Master Ya is really locked up, he'll be in solitary confinement, and it's hard to say whether we'll be able to contact him again."

Ramses nodded as a matter of course.

He didn't really agree with the plan from the beginning. The dual-track operation was risky, and it would be a mess to actually implement, and it was impossible to make sense of it.

Things are going well now. This unrepeatable time travel has validated their performance on this universe's timeline. From now on, they can steadily advance their plans, focusing on the galaxy itself and figuring out how to destroy the Four Gods. They don't need to pay attention to any messy so-called multiverse or anything like that.

"So my plan to relocate Caliban along with the humans on the planet's surface is feasible?"

Arthur ignored those irrelevant questions and asked directly.

"can."

Ramses nodded.

"But you'll have more trouble before that."

"I know."

Arthur nodded.

Luther has already told him.

　P.S.: Characters appearing in the story

　　Merian: He felt great, grateful for his loyalty, and after discovering he had a third option, he chose to integrate into the new generation of Dark Angels.

　　Luther: He regretted it. He was instigated by Tzeentch but realized he couldn't turn back, so he chose to end his life.

　　Arthur: He does not accept the pangs of conscience, nor does he regret why he did not save more people. Instead, he focuses on saving more people in the present moment.

　　Ramses: After the test ended and he discovered that they were unique beings, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was also glad that he didn't have to research any cross-timeline communication to be Romulus's transfer slave.

　　Romulus: He is remotely directing the construction of the defenses of Great Alteramar; the Grand Fleet is still en route.

　　Karna: Ah-ba ah-ba.

　　Calga: Listen to your father.

　　Diggles: Driven to the brink of insanity by working overtime on psionic communications.

　　Tzeentch: Bored, he'll find something for Nurgle to do, earn some changes, and continue watching the show.

　　Nurgle: Keep piling up materials, planning to deal with Tzeentch after the plague war ends.

　　Typhons: Still on their way

　　
　
(End of this chapter)