This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 444 Ouroboros: I'm going to die! Typhons: I'll die twice! (5k)

The howling sacs, long since transformed into creatures, echoed the battle.

The crowd began to run around, grabbing weapons, tentacles, or limbs to attach the armor and helmets that had been removed by the throbbing of the swollen little animals.

Typhons hoped someone could tell him what had happened and where he should go.

But he already knew the answer to the first question, and the answer to the second question was irrelevant to everyone.

The first explosion, accompanied by the light spear striking the outer defenses of the Termination Manifestation, sent up a massive amount of debris. The distant bombardment, along with the debris scraping around like a whirlwind, revealed the enemy to Typhon. Beneath him, swarming soldiers were pouring into the guard posts and gun emplacements along the banks of the wide, deep valley filled with fungal carpet. The enemy had formed a tight guard and was launching an attack on the spaceport from the west, originating from Caliban's gravitational sphere.

More projectiles and beams intersected each other.

The counter-fire began from the turrets of the ships deployed around the Termination Manifestation, unleashing a dense hail of bullets.

It was tight and had few flaws.

The image of the Unyielding Truth, along with the entire fleet, emerged from the brine pool.

Traces of battle still remained on the Dark Angels' ships, but they did not seem to be fighting amongst themselves as expected. Caliban remained unharmed instead of being reduced to ruins.

The invincible fleet pressed forward under unified command.

"."

This is not what we agreed on!
Typhons knew he should probably leave this area, return to the Eye of Terror, and escape all of this. He looked back at the vast outline of the Nurgle Rift behind him, not understanding why the benevolent father Nurgle would give him a mission with no chance of survival.

But after only one glance, he started running after the soldiers.

He came here with a mission, as a servant of the god of plague, and escaping would not allow him to accomplish anything.

"Hey~"

Nagou sighed.

Initially, his plan was to create a rift and cause the two Dark Angel legions to fight, thus plunging them into chaos, severely damaging the Dark Angels, and also bringing back his own slain Typhon.

Next, he lowered his standards and planned to rely on Luther, who was highly bound to Caliban and had accepted the Four Gods as the basis for the ritual. He felt that it would be good if he could bring back Typhon and a plague fleet, at least to give Mortalian a lot of help.

And then.
That's how it is now.

The hordes of Nurgle, seemingly filling mountains and seas, filled Caliban and attacked various cities. The gradually intensifying warp influence also rendered orbital strikes ineffective, further diminishing the Imperial's advantage.

The ouroboros hides deep within the earth's crust, constantly pouring its power onto reality as a vessel for filth.

Typhon's fleet is also capable of engaging the Dark Angels in a prolonged battle, and at least delaying them for a while should not be a problem.

This is the maximum amount of sacrifice Nurgle can accept.

What else can He do but endlessly bleed Caliban dry? This isn't Terra; where is He going to find six thousand Vengeful Spirits to fight the Dark Angels?
Does he still care about Corax, who is burning down the garden? Does he still care about Mortarion, who is preparing for the plague in the Extreme Starfield?

That damned Tzeentch was always plotting to steal his victory, and Khorne and Slaanesh were equally damned for remaining on the sidelines, as if they could please him by simply suffering misfortune.

The God of Plague grew angrier the more he thought about it. He tried to close the spacetime portal with his power, but Ramses was unable to do so. He felt that all his actions were counterproductive and were only benefiting the gods of the warp and the four in reality.

Damn it, how am I supposed to manage the Warp, corrupt the Primarch, and snatch those four while I'm with these worms?

Look at those dead children.

He died far from home; it pained him deeply!

Bang!

The stirring spoon struck the edge of the crucible with a little force, making the goddess of life, Isa, tremble with fear.

She covered her face, tears streaming down her face from fright, while also wondering what had happened.

What made Nurgle, known for his cheerful disposition, so angry, and what caused him to be helpless in the present moment? Since a certain point in time, these Chaos Gods, who have been known for their unbridled behavior since the Great Fall of Eldar, seem to have encountered considerable difficulties.

A faint hope blossomed in my heart.

The god, known for his weakness, rubbed his eyes, his fear rising again with Nurgle's chilling laughter, and a tear inadvertently fell into the real universe.

Boom!

Just as he was thinking, Typhons sensed an attack. His thoughts were pulled back to reality, and a hint of envy arose in his heart.

The Dark Angels possess the strongest naval combat capabilities, which is reflected in their powerful organizational skills and the various advanced weapons carried by their warships. As a father, the Emperor loves this legion.

"Hold the pass that has been breached."

He roared and pointed to a cracked deck three kilometers away in the projection, where the dome responsible for defending against boarding torpedoes had collapsed.

Before the words were finished, a bright light burst forth from the gap, and the roar unique to the fracture bomb suddenly rose within the communication system.

The Death Guards acted immediately, forming a line between the entrance and the master, while the rest of the plague carriers rushed straight to the breach, their contaminated plague weapons aimed directly at the source of the noise and light.

Typhon himself stood there, his scythe poised on the honeycomb-patterned ground, utterly terrified.

The outer wall collapsed inward amidst the roar of Kraken explosives, followed by a series of heavy bombs.

The First Legion's warriors poured out from the cracks in the wall, leaping into the fray before the fragments even hit the ground. At the same time, the teleportation triggered the familiar smell of ozone, and the cavity created by the displacement of pure air burst open in the plague cloud with a deafening roar. Terminators clad in bone-white armor emerged and immediately joined their battle brothers in arms.

The two sides collided, and the ranks instantly transformed into a hail of bullets and a flashing energy field.

Typhons nodded silently, and the Terminators began to move, staggering along the path, wielding their deadly giant scythes.

Not a single Dark Angel approached the bridge. As the battle intensified, they were driven back by the intense virus spreading along the road into the distance. Anyone who dared to board a ship blessed by the God of Plague was truly audacious.

That's where it ends.

He almost wanted to take to the field himself, thinking that stretching his stiff limbs before the real killing began might do him good, but then he sensed something amiss. In the shadows behind him, there was no subspace technology similar to a ship's teleporter.

Typhons turned abruptly, his tattered cloak ripping through the air like tearing silk, but all he could see was emptiness.

However, something unusual triggered his senses. Something was lurking deep within the miasma, hidden in the churning poisonous fog. He paid no heed to the earth-shattering battle behind him, took a step forward, and his sharp 'eyes' pierced through the thick fog, capturing every tremor.

In an instant, the shadows began to move.

Two shadowy figures trembled as they glided and converged, intertwining and merging, and a broken beam of light suddenly began to pulsate.

Typhons didn't even catch the moment his opponents appeared. One moment these knights were distorted phantoms standing between the bridge compartments, and the next they were standing real and solid on the pillars.

The combat boots shattered the surface of the stone pillar, and the sword blade engraved with inscriptions was already unsheathed, the light of the disintegrating force field still hissing on the blade.

It seems the Dark Angels are quite adept at psionic research. And rightly so, this mysterious legion that gathered the last group of ancient wizards on Earth has countless secrets. To be able to teleport so accurately in a realm blessed by the Chaos Gods is never an easy feat.

Typhons thought of the disastrous outcome of the psychic conference that Nicaea had suppressed, and couldn't help but laugh mockingly again.

Even the Emperor, even the First Legion most loyal to the Emperor, could not disregard the great power of the High Heaven, nor could they ignore reality. The truth of the Empire was destined to be swept into the dustbin of history.

The warrior before him was a dark angel, but he was clad in the black and green armor of the Templar Brotherhood.

Even before he saw the sword, certain features of his opponent had already excited him.

This excitement comes from the swordsman himself; the way he moves, that absolute, immersive focus, makes the warriors around him unconsciously adjust their formation around him, like planets orbiting a star.

A surge of joy welled up in Typhon's heart.

"Lion".

He muttered to himself, crouching down in an attacking stance, the serrated edges of his scythe emitting a hateful scream.

He would never forget the feeling of being treated like a pet and subjected to the deep-seated threat of death when he met Ryan on the eve of Thames.

Even Mortarian wouldn't dare treat him like that.

"I didn't expect to meet you so soon—"

The sword blade swept across.

He didn't even see the sword strike.

The Lion's Sword swept across the army with unstoppable force, relentlessly attacking and piercing his defenses, causing him to stagger and his body to shatter.

It was a very ordinary sweep, as if no subsequent moves had been considered, but it was already unstoppable.

boom!
The blade struck his helmet, the shock making him see stars.

click!
It then plunged into the body, severing the head and splattering blood everywhere.

The last thing Typhon saw was a pair of red goggles passing by, an inscribed blade slicing across his neck, and as he raised his hand, his perspective vanished into darkness.

The sickle has not yet been raised.

His parrying distance wasn't close enough—

Ryan glanced at the shattered bones lying in the dust.

Before he could continue his journey, Coswayne had also killed his opponent.

They were a group of Terminators. The battles between Space Marines lacked the violent beauty unique to the Primarchs; they were a perfect combination of skill and strength.

Koswayne moved swiftly, and Ryan felt an indescribable sensation from him, similar to that he himself had been empowered by something greater, as if His offspring had been given even greater fighting power.

At the same time, it also inherited the hostility of that transcendent being towards itself.

This feeling was very much like the pollution of chaos. Ryan had long noticed the abnormality of his offspring. From the initial tentative conversation when they first met, the other party was always vigilant and trying to figure out his movements when responding respectfully. His arm never left the Lion Sword, which was still in Koswayne's own hand at the time.

He was seriously considering how to kill himself.

What caused this change?

Ryan frowned as he pondered.

He was no stranger to chaos. Caliban was almost entirely encompassed by the Eye of Terror, and the corruption of chaos was everywhere. The Sirius Knights, native to Caliban, even possessed a large number of chaotic texts. He had some knowledge of chaos when he grew up in Caliban, and he was extremely sensitive to such corruption.

During the meetings in Terra, he noticed many signs on Corax and Dorn, but he couldn't make a scene because of what he and Guilliman had done. However, Ramses had explained the situation to him from the beginning, so Ryan couldn't say anything.

However, when he asked who harbored such deep hostility towards him and why it would affect his most cherished offspring, the other party's sarcastic and smirking behavior, without choosing to offer any further explanation, greatly displeased Ryan.

wow~
Having abandoned his opponent's corpse, and noticing that the Lion had cleared the entire bridge, Coswayne also glanced down.

"He's a company commander."

He noticed the distinctive features of the outfit on the wreckage, but Ryan's strength was too great; the air whipped up by the blade alone was enough to tear the Terminator to pieces.

Cosway asked curiously:
"who is it?"

He did not object to letting Ryan take command of the fleet again, because Ryan's arrival also led hardliners such as Redros to choose to cooperate. They did not need to spend too much energy being wary of these unstable factors, nor did they have to fight the Plague Fleet.

Why does it seem like Your Highness always manages to find the best outcome?

Thinking of this, Coswayne paused slightly, recalling Arthur's vast and boundless blue eyes, which resembled an endless lake, and suddenly realized that His Highness's level seemed to be fundamentally different from theirs.

They are manipulating the battlefield, while Arthur is manipulating the manipulator of the battlefield.

"do not know."

At this moment, Ryan descended the filthy steps and pointed directly at the remaining enemies.

He's just a company commander, nothing special. It would be more appropriate to have Motalian in charge.

The lion looked around but couldn't find the commander, so he ordered the boarding party to disperse.

Boom!

Endless flames streamed in from outside the window. Under the lion's will, the Dark Angel fleet had dispersed, forming small organizations with different styles, and was annihilating its enemies in an unpredictable and efficient manner.

Having boarded the fleet, identified friend from foe, and returned to his most familiar environment, the confidence unique to Primarch once again enveloped him.

This is what Ryan is most familiar with, so he no longer needs to worry about factors outside the battlefield.

Ryan wanted to resolve everything perfectly; he needed to prove his abilities to his brothers.

It would be best if I could complete my mission before Arthur finishes everything, so that I could mock Caliban at his victory feast.

Ryan thought to himself, and then spoke.

"keep going."
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Arthur is on a high-speed Stormbird.

As he walked, he issued simple and clear instructions over the communication channel to coordinate the surrounding units.

The hordes of Nurgle, surging across mountains and seas, are pouring into surface cities. Giant bridges with enormous spans are beginning to tremble, and the sounds of gunfire are gradually being drowned out by a tremendous noise that sounds more and more like the throbbing of a creature's throat.

A thousand-man squad, mostly composed of auxiliary troops, was assigned to guard the town's edge. Faced with the threat, they seemed equally slow to react to the enemy attack and his orders, which he felt was not due to the Dark Angels' inefficiency.

Instead, it was the mortals who were exhausted by the successive attacks and the sudden, towering boulders. Even with the assistance of Astartes, these mortals inevitably encountered problems such as falling behind or getting stuck at certain points during the evacuation.

But they are not slow at all. They are ordinary people, and many people may be used to commanding those superhuman space soldiers who can execute orders with all their might in the blink of an eye.

Even among the elite of the Imperial Legion, these civilians, though fearless and selfless, are still not Space Marines.

The Space Marines need to wait for them.

And the ouroboros is really good at hiding.

Arthur stared down at the tactics board. The War Council monitored Caliban's global situation, while Stormbirds were ready to deploy Arthur at any moment upon detecting anomalies.
According to known information, the Ouroboros is a giant organism located inside Caliban, with a transparent body and a ring-shaped structure.

With the filth almost filling Caliban, Arthur truly couldn't pinpoint the other's exact location.

And then, it seems like nothing more happened.

Arthur pondered Caliban's seemingly dire situation, but he wasn't as anxious as one might expect.

Is Naurg really being presumptuous, or are all these gods like this?

While they might not be as obsessed as some judges who repeatedly blow up their own planets, they also don't seem to be as politically correct as those members of the Empire who insist on wasting their time on a severely polluted planet.

Let's smash the chessboard instead.

After reviewing everything again to make sure he hadn't missed anything, Arthur immediately thought to himself.

"You said that whatever I do here won't affect things ten thousand years from now?"

Arthur received another evacuation mission report from Azrael every hour, and feeling there was no need to drag things out any longer, he asked a question.

They don't need to act as the Chaos Gods predicted; they can simply move on to the next stage once they've reached the required progress.

Ramses, who was imagining what Ryan's expression would be if he knew who wanted to kill him, replied with a smile: "Yes, I don't understand even if you ask me to list out a specific principle. You just need to know that whatever you do will not affect the present. The present is the present. After those dead people were transferred here, nothing happened."

Ramses wasn't too fixated on the fact that he couldn't really understand the principles behind them.

Even in the interstellar age, no one has yet calculated the formulas for fluid dynamics; they're just building wind tunnels on various planets and blowing air.

No wonder the Empire started using the "powerful brick flying" tactic.

"What are you going to do?"

"I will crush Caliban."

After glancing at the report on space warfare, Arthur replied.

He didn't want to play hide-and-seek with the ouroboros.

The threat from the Caliban has been eliminated, and there's no need to waste time with them. As for the Caliban themselves, they're not important; what matters are those who should have died.

"As for Caliban himself, I plan to drag the fragments through the rift. The gravity control system of the Stone Fortress can accomplish this task, and many Dark Angel fleets are also equipped with similar systems, so our efficiency will be very high."

Many of the Empire’s large space weapons are equipped with similar systems, and many star fortresses can even use these systems to drag debris from stars to strike hostile planets that are putting up a stubborn fight, or directly tear the crust apart through the system.

Pulling out a fragment is really not a problem.

"Wait, how come Dark Angels have everything?"

Ramses was taken aback.

"Otherwise, why do you think a single branch fleet could rescue the Wolf Pack from Alpha?"

"Fine, you have a lot of cutting-edge technology, you're right."

Ramses had no objection to this.

“I think it’s fine. Just keep it under control. Ryan and Caliban are already deeply bound together, so we don’t need to collect any other Caliban fragments.”

"can."

Arthur nodded, took one last look at the ground, and ordered the pilot controlling the Stormbird to take him to the highest point of Caliban, the top of Angel Keep.
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[Should we destroy Caliban?]

"agree!"

When Arthur's decision was presented to the War Council, Azrael was the first to raise his hand in agreement.

The crowd was momentarily stunned, but then countless possibilities came to mind in an instant, and they immediately raised their hands to indicate their approval. Many people didn't even notice the annotation that belonged to Ramses.

Are you kidding me? What will happen to the future if Caliban doesn't break through? Will His Highness still come looking for them?

The thoughts of the dark angels at this moment were so simple that they didn't even notice the series of explanations used to dispel their concerns, relying on demons as real-life examples.

Almost at the same moment, the raised arms formed a line in the bright hall.

Azrael paused, withdrew his finger from the annotation he was about to explain, and ultimately passed the resolution on behalf of the War Council.

fry!
　P.S.: Characters appearing in the story

　　Nurgle: He's very angry, but there's nothing he can do. He still thinks about restraining his enemies as he used to.

　　Typhons: Full of inner monologues, a roadside character, mainly used as a transition between Nurgle and Ryan.

　　Ryan: Back in his comfort zone, thinking about finishing the job as soon as possible and getting off work early, he felt a bit competitive. At the same time, he was angry about why Coswayne wanted to kill him and wanted to find the culprit who turned his friend into this.

　　Coswayne: Seeing that both sides are at peace, he doesn't plan to do anything, content to play his role, and incidentally diss Ryan again.

　　Arthur: Ryan is a great fighter, but now that he's done, he wants to smash the chessboard.

　　Ramses: Watching the show, while supporting the destruction of the chessboard.

　　Azrael: Focused on population relocation operations, intending to persuade everyone to agree to blow up Kaliban.

　　The other Dark Angels: They didn't think that much about it, they just felt that if Caliban didn't blow them up, they probably wouldn't see Cat Boss again, so they shut up Azrael's explanation.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)