This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 447 Back to the Future (5k)

"retreat."

Redros's voice was muffled, as if something was blocking his throat.

"Speak louder! With such a low voice, do you expect to fight alongside the lion in the future?"

"Retreat—only if the lion approves!"

Redrose slammed his fist on the table and almost roared:

"I agree to retreat!"

This is Kay's proposition, this is the serious advice that these Knights of the Round Table are now putting forward.

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have all his strength drained away and slumped back into his seat.

The air seemed to be suddenly sucked out, and he felt a wave of exhaustion. He had never realized that he was so dependent on something, nor had he ever really thought about what it was. And now, it had disappeared, silently slipping through his fingers, leaving only this suffocating body.

What bottom line was inadvertently crossed?

"Row."

Having received a genuine response, Kai finally smiled.

"You won't regret this decision."

Seeing that the toughest challenge had been overcome by Kai's words, the eldest son Space Marines around them visibly breathed a sigh of relief. They patted each other's arm armor, nodded to each other, and the original Forged veterans took out paper, pens, and electronic documents to carefully compile a list of comrades who wanted to return to the future.

The soft rustling sound of the pen tip scraping against the paper could be heard.

The veterans of the original casting plant looked gratified, not only because they were able to fight alongside more familiar comrades, but also because the mission was successfully completed.

That's right.

Kay handed the two documents to Redrose and watched him sign and press his fingerprint on them.

They also have a mission.

As dark angels who followed the lion through the Great Expedition, although the entire Great Rebellion is rather abstract, as witnesses of the Legion's era, they experienced countless battles far more arduous and extraordinary than those of later generations. The experience of each member is invaluable to later generations.

Even now, with the ability to summon from the Emperor's cursed legions, the Emperor is unwilling to release them easily, and suitable sacrifices are hard to find. The efficiency of reconstructing the legions is ultimately far less efficient than simply mass-producing Dark Angels from the past.

Moreover, they possess a fleet, technology, tens of thousands of warriors, and are personally led by a lion. As long as they return to the future and undergo the original Space Marine surgery, they can immediately be deployed to the battlefield and form a fighting force.

In fact, if Lord Ramses's method could be popularized, it would be very efficient.

As Cosway counted the list, he thought of the one who had the deepest interaction with the Emperor.

The development of the Thunderforged Divine Weapons greatly reduced the gap between the Empire and the Chaos, allowing the Cursed Legion, which was difficult for the delirious Emperor to command, to shine brightly in reality once again.

Furthermore, nowadays, the advanced units of both sides basically fight to the death in reality and then continue fighting in the warp, and when they find an opportunity, they can return to reality together to fight each other again. This has finally brought about equality for the long-standing injustice between the two sides.

In theory, the current empire could also establish grassroots organizations specifically for hunting demons. By combining the biotechnology of the biological sages, it would not be a problem to rehire large numbers of high-quality humans who have already died on a planetary basis, thereby strengthening the disaster resistance capacity of each planet.

But the environment of the empire, those who know, know.

When promoting the technology, it was agreed that they would hunt demons to carry out warp re-employment work. But when it came to execution, the Pope of the State Church organized a mass sacrifice of the population of a planet, with the four evil gods getting involved. Then, a huge hole was randomly dug out in the real universe, and in the end, the Wings of Dawn and the Emperor cursed each other.

They're even considered to have some decency if they're willing to capture aliens to use as consumables!
Koswayne sighed at the thought.

The Wings of Dawn brought many new things and even overcame the technological blockade from the warp, allowing the soil that could support science to flourish again. However, it is now limited by the backwardness of sociology.

Does the Empire really have a sociology?
He shook his head, throwing away what didn't exist.

There are always more difficulties than opportunities.

"..."

Noticing that Coswayne had started sighing again, Redros was slightly puzzled, but then shook his head violently.

All he wants now is to get rid of these people as soon as possible.

Koswayne quickly reported the situation to the Lions. Galad had already begun to deploy the fleet, taking the lead in passing through the gradually closing rift. At the same time, the robed attendants were hurriedly trying to salvage the ouroboros from the Caliban fragments.

As an ancient sacred artifact that has been completely corrupted by chaos, the Ouroboros is now silent and has completely lost all ability to act, making it exceptionally easy to protect.

The gravity traction device slowly dragged the remains of Caliban.

All troops involved in the operation are withdrawing towards the rift.

"I still don't understand."

As the rift drew ever closer, aboard the futuristic relic cruiser 'Silent Oath,' Ryan couldn't help but ask Arthur beside him another question.

"Why do we have to go back ten thousand years? Wouldn't it be better if you stayed here?"

With these four brothers, he believed that after ten thousand years, the situation would only get better.

However, before Arthur could reply, Ramses' voice rang out.

"First of all, we can't abandon everything we have to create a so-called new spacetime. That would be irresponsible and ridiculous. Secondly, based on a series of arguments, we can't change anything either. Otherwise, Arthur would be in jail with you over there."

What does it mean to go to jail? Is working with him a disaster?

Ryan looked at Arthur, who pondered for a moment and then nodded.

"Yes."

"."

"Of course, you can wait for us for ten thousand years and try to make things better for the Empire, or try to rescue Guilliman from Vorgrim. If it's the Primarch, he might actually be able to change something."

Ramses spoke in a nonchalant tone, as if whatever choice the lion made had no effect on them.

"Remember to pick us up in the Pied sector. It's right next to Coz's old home, if you can still move around then."

"Forget it then."

Ryan quickly shook his head.

Let him deal with Ghirmandoren alone, or better yet, he really doesn't have the patience for ruling, especially since it will take ten thousand years.

The High Lords of Great Alterama, who were beheaded, have a lot to say about this.

"Then why bother with all this?"

Ramses signaled the activation of the guiding beacon at the Stone Fortress.

"come over."

The mighty fleet, dragging the fragments of Caliban, began to gradually pass through the rift.

"No, this can't be done!"

Nuguri pounded the crucible with his hammer, watching everything unfold.

He was so angry at that moment.

This applies to myself, and also to the current situation.

Greed leads to folly and backfires.

Now, this group of dark angels is about to abandon their historical mission and head directly to the future.

What changes will occur in these ten thousand years, and how uncertain will the future become?

Nurgle glared at his archenemy, who had been winning every time since the Dawnbreakers appeared.

"Absolutely, it's easy!"

Meanwhile, in another crystal-forged labyrinth, Tzeentch's eyes were fixed on the scene from the 30k era, his fists clenched in excitement.

This is a change, an unprecedented change.

The Lord of Change excitedly clenched his ever-changing tendrils, his eyes, appearing and disappearing intermittently, staring at the warships that would either sink, be abandoned, or remain in service in the future. He slowly passed through the rift created by an unrepeatable miracle.

As the mastermind behind this series of coincidences, what he most looked forward to was the change of this destined moment in history.

He began to anticipate what changes such actions would bring to the future, how much he could gain from them, and whether they could become a joke that would allow him to laugh at the Lord of Plague for ten thousand years in the Great Game.

The ship carrying the past crossed the rift, dragging along fragments of the past.

In the instant they crossed the rift, the passage of time took effect, and some ships developed cracks while others remained unscathed.

Fortunately, the history of the Dark Angels was not interrupted. Ramses and others were able to access the archives through the information inside the megalith, identify these ships, and relocate the population to other ships in advance to prevent any possible accidents.

Inside the undamaged ships, the spaces began to overlap, with two identical ships merging together, and people could clearly see several more people appearing beside them, pushing them apart.

This is an extremely complex spacetime change. Fortunately, with the assistance of the Dawn Star Sector Fleet, the various ships were able to complete the complex calculations, preventing anyone from getting stuck in the wall or getting stuck together with each other.

Other ships, which should have been far away in other parts of the galaxy, are still peacefully dragging their debris and remaining in their designated areas. These ships were not destroyed in history, nor were they interfered with by the Wings of Dawn in the 40k era, and they continue to carry out their missions peacefully.

There is now another ship in the galaxy that is exactly the same as it.

All these changes were confined to this cosmic space occupied by the Wings of Dawn, this spacetime directly interfered with by the Wings of Dawn.

"Damn it, I should have known better than to recall the sub-group, and I shouldn't have had so much contact with the Dark Angels Chapter."

Ramses couldn't help but clutch his chest, his face filled with heartache.

“If we hadn’t been in contact with the Unyielding Truth, we might have been able to build two directly. Then you and Ryan could each have one, and we wouldn’t have to build Avalon. My Temple of Glory could start construction ahead of schedule.”

"Nobody knows about this."

Seeing the lion fall silent and begin to drift into a trance, Arthur comforted him:

"Check the number of people first, and then report it."

"The person is fine, but the soul, as the anchor, has the highest priority. Even Caliban is like this because of the Ouroboros. From this perspective, machine souls can't really be considered intelligent beings in the strict sense."

After replying, Ramses muttered to himself and began to examine the mental health of his eldest sons, the Space Marines.

On the various ships that had been deliberately adjusted, cracks began to appear in some of the Dark Angel armors, and compared to the members from the future, they all fell into a daze.

They are rapidly experiencing the latter half of their lives. The disappearance of the lion, the disintegration of the legion, mental collapse, and a gradually deranged behavior.
Their later years were thus integrated into the soul of the Dark Angels, fixing them firmly in place.

In the end, they all survived.

Ten thousand years of time were compressed into this instant, reforging their souls, but their bodies were locked in the final state when they came into contact with Arthur.

This is the only change, the only difference.
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"Redros? Redros?"

When Redros finally opened his eyes after his comrade called out to him and he finally broke free of consciousness, he saw Coswayne watching him closely.

Redros quickly took a step back.

Unfortunately, he was sitting in a chair at the moment, and the powerful push from his toes caused the chair, which was fixed to a plate of fine gold, to plow a deep groove into the floor.

"You seem to be in good health."

Kai couldn't help but laugh and said, "Besides, we don't need to go to the chapter graveyard to dig you up anymore."

"."

Redrods ignored Kay's words, his eyes still fixed on Coswayne.

These people didn't deliberately hide anything from him. Although they were always sarcastic, he knew that he was the first Dark Angels Chapter Leader after the Lion's disappearance.

The existence of the interrogating priest was established, a new inner circle was created, a policy of hunting down fallen angels was set, and he ultimately died at the hands of fallen angels.

Now, Redros knows how he died.

As history has shown, it was a fallen angel who murdered him.

There is only one Dark Angel capable of killing this Deathwing Archmage silently.

This is the person right in front of you!
You didn't just want to kill me, you actually did?!
No wonder this guy threatened him without any hesitation.

Tormented by emotions condensed into a single moment, Redros finally regained control of his mouth and was about to question them.

"Where is the lion? How is the lion?"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard someone, seemingly in a dazed state, suddenly shout a question.

'Yes, a lion, and another lion!'

Almost instantly regaining control of his body, Redros immediately pressed the communication button, completely forgetting the question that was already on his lips, and began to contact the Lion who was with Arthur on the 'Silent Oath'.

"Ryan is still here."

Arthur's calm voice rang out.

The images that followed were synchronized to the various bridge command systems.

The lion's body shifts between reality and illusion, and a forest in a dreamlike state can be vaguely seen.

He seemed to be undergoing a trial, his ever-changing emotions reflected on his face—sometimes roaring, sometimes excited, sometimes weeping.
'Guilliman, give me back my Legion!'

'Saint-Gilles, I'm sorry, I should have chosen to travel with you.'

'Heh, you must be a fake trying to corrupt me. Magnus doesn't hit that hard.'

'No, Father, I have not abandoned my duty, I simply—'

Even Ruth!

A string of words, as if responding to countless faces, poured from Ryan's mouth. His face aged, and unlike most Space Marines, the Primarch began to age as he continued to speak.

After a long while, under the anxious gazes of countless dark angels, Ryan's body began to solidify.

He opened his eyes.

In that instant, eyes that seemed to hold the weight of millennia looked at Arthur.

The writing coiled around him was so glaring.

The lion paused, then finally touched the lion-shaped sword at its waist, gripping it tightly as if it had finally touched something real.

Dang rang~
Ryan looked at Arthur, his expression incredibly complex at that moment.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Arthur extended his hand first, without asking what he had experienced over the past ten thousand years.

".haven't seen you for a long time."

Ryan reached out his hand, trying not to look at the writing, and replied.

"Long time no see, brother."

Looking at Arthur, who was exactly as he remembered, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems these ten thousand years haven't been a good time?"

Seeing that Ryan's emotions had stabilized, Arthur finally spoke.

"."

Ryan paused, unsure how to respond.

Logically speaking, ten thousand years is not much for a Primarch. The physical manifestation of a Primarch is more reflected in their mentality. Corax has been in the Warp for an unknown amount of time and has not shown any signs of aging.

Ryan genuinely felt that he was getting old and should be phased out.

Recalling the emperor's words, he could not imagine that the being who had become a monster was his father.

Ryan hesitated for a moment, his lips covered by a beard, then finally sighed and waved his hand.

To put it jokingly, aside from Arthur and Ramses, his two true adversaries, everyone else present, including the Emperor, actually thought he could be saved.

This was a huge blow to a Primarch who had dedicated everything to the Emperor's great cause.

"Don't take it too seriously. The Emperor is just senile. You can ignore what he says. As for those who are bewitched by the Emperor, they've all become religious. Don't expect anything from their brains."

Noticing Ryan's condition, Ramses immediately guessed what Ryan had encountered and cursed the Emperor for being a useless teammate, then spoke up.

Rough words are not rough.

These divine beings of the Empire, under the combined influence of a god-like system, a corrupt environment, and chaos, gradually developed their own unique methodology in this universe.

That's killing!

There are no unsolvable problems in this world; if there are, it's because not enough people have been killed.

Many measures, under the influence of various parties, tend to move towards extremes, which is why Dawnwing only dares to do things under its own nose.

The group often had a terrible headache with these "teammates." They were indeed very loyal, but what they did was worse than rebellion.

They are unwilling to even try a chance to reform; from emperors to commoners, the only solution is killing. It's hard to say whether things will get better in the future.

Damn it, they managed to save the 30-year-old psychopath, but that idiot Old Huang spent another ten thousand years making him depressed!
"."

Upon hearing that familiar tone, Ryan's face once again showed a tense expression.

Well, Ramses' talent can make people angry or happy, but it's hard to make them sad.

"Where is our legion?"

He dared not comment much on the emperor who had tortured him for ten thousand years, and Ryan wisely chose to change the subject.

At least these two brothers haven't changed.

As Ryan thought this, a sense of security enveloped him once again.

"Everything is fine."

Arthur replied calmly, and then began to collect and compile the data.

The excess Caliban civilians need to be resettled. Considering their special circumstances, it would be best to transfer them to the Dawn Sector via the network. As for the Dark Angels, they can be directly absorbed. Modern Dark Angels are all pharmacists, so they can have acquaintances perform the surgeries and then be added to the combat formation.

Yes, that's it. Peaceful, humorous, and outspoken.

There was no pure verbal abuse, no purely malicious treatment, no torment of the soul. The biggest difference between these companions and those beings is that those beings would destroy something if they were dissatisfied with it.

Meanwhile, the partners are trying to make changes, hoping that a person or a thing can get better.

After calming himself down, Ryan finally looked away from Arthur, who was engrossed in his work.

He looked out the window at the starry sky, which was now completely unfamiliar to him.

After a brief pause, the warship resumed its operation, towing the Caliban fragments to a specific area. Under the influence of gravity, these fragments would reassemble, and after being modified by the gravity traction device, they would be reassembled.

The next step is to have Romulus organize the nearby Mechanicus to come and turn it into a fortified planet, then train Ryan in warp knowledge, and once he can perfectly control his abilities, launch the 'Wandering Caliban Project'.

Once all this is done, the fleet will re-enter the network and head to Altramor for support.

That's all they did.

Everything was that simple, nothing unexpected happened.

They achieved their goal.

Nothing has changed from the past.

boom!
Tzeentch smashed the mirror.

The goddess of life, Isa, showed a look of horror, as if she had encountered something that would overturn her worldview.

Nurgle didn't notice Isa's expression. After a brief moment of stunned silence, he realized that someone else was also in trouble, and immediately changed his expression, letting out a hearty laugh.

　P.S.: Characters appearing in the story

　　Arthur: Ask specific questions and analyze them specifically. Let's get to work first.
　　Ramses: He was so angry at his incompetent teammate that he fainted while working.
　　Ryan: Dizzy from anger at his own father
　　Romulus: New job is on its way
　　Dark Angels: Overjoyed, nothing has changed, everything is in its best condition.

　　Tzeentch: The Locked-in Historical Aura
　　Nurgle: He was so angry at his own clumsy attempt that he almost fainted, then watched Tzeentch get his comeuppance and was laughed at to death.
　　Isa: What haven't I seen? I've never seen this before!
　　P.S.: Sorry it's late, boohoo.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)