This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 456 I haven't heard the story of the Great General's Cannon for three minutes (4k)

"Hmph, you've got some skills."

Ramses was astonished by the sheer size of the Plague Legion.

"Seventy percent are dead and there are still so many left. Mortalian really knows how to reproduce."

Furthermore, Master Luo's actions were truly outrageous; he directly suppressed the Necropolis plague using physical defenses, a victory akin to that of nuclear-powered oxen and horses.

"Something, but not much."

Arthur rested one hand on the metal frame of the Auger array, examining the green spots that symbolized the areas where Nurgle operated.

“If that’s all there is to it, I believe we can prevent him from even getting into Macurag.”

This is not an exaggeration.

but facts.

Within the three large forge worlds of Great Alteramar, there are over a hundred Ultramarines. As long as communication and transportation can be guaranteed, even a complete legion like the Death Guard, which controls a large fleet and the Titan Legion with over 100,000 members, will not fare well.

As for now, including all the affiliated factions, even 100,000 people would be considered a lot.

Now, all we have to do is wait for the Dark Angels' main force to arrive, and the situation will quickly turn in one direction.

The most pressing concern right now is that Nurgle can't afford to play this game. After all, Khorne can extract warp energy to smash Khorne's sword, and Nurgle can naturally also pour his blood onto Macragge's cauldron.

"This fight was much easier than the one with Peturabo."

Ramses looked at the constantly updated casualty data on the tactics panel, and the proportions looked much better than they had back then.

"It should."

Arthur nodded slightly in agreement.

After all, more than thirty or forty years have passed. They no longer have to fight against Chaos, wrestle with the Mechanicus, or coordinate joint operations with various eccentric warbands such as the Imperial Navy fleet, knightly families, and the Iron Hand, as they did back in Cartier.
Logistics alone are in complete chaos, not to mention coordinating with all sorts of extraordinary individuals; sometimes even the Primarch's identity is useless.

Those outrageous demands and reasons made people regret ever being transported to this world. If it weren't for the fact that the Dawn Sector was already showing signs of improvement, everyone would have rushed to the front lines and blown up Peturabo.

Romulus has lost count of how many pens he's thrown away.

Oh, Romulus didn't smash his pen.

He didn't throw his pen and get angry at that time.

He can actually laugh now, which is an amazing improvement.

Karna called to say that he was quite startled when his childhood friend went crazy from working.

Arthur raised his hand and gently slid it across the star map interface. The pale blue light flickered in his pupils as he carefully checked their coordinates within the network.

This is where the benefits of having Laughing God join the fray come in. Compared to the maps possessed by other Eldar, Laughing God's maps are very complete, enabling them to undertake ultra-long-distance voyages.

Moreover, given the current strength of the Dark Angels' fleet, unlike the Eldar who lack the personnel to clear the netpaths and are forced to take detours, they can directly traverse abandoned routes occupied by other alien races such as the Dark Eldar or invaded by warp demons, leaving no trace.

When asked, they said they didn't see it; they couldn't stop themselves from taking the brakes; we were all trying our best to live.

"Once we reach this exit, have Digglis prepare the warp ritual. You and Ryan will then take some of the Knights of the Round Table and the Eldar ahead."

Arthur raised his hand and lightly tapped a flashing coordinate point, giving the command.

Now that the warp is practically everyone's home turf, the Dawnwings have plenty of sacrifices, making warp rituals a simple matter. Plus, with Ryan's abilities, quickly transferring small-scale military forces is no problem.

The time travelers all had very creative minds. Ryan didn't learn those outdated traditional witchcraft methods that relied on meditation or similar development approaches. Instead, he and Ramses started having a brainstorming session.

The immediate priority is to contaminate Caliban, a planet with extremely close ties to Ryan.

Does this sound a bit politically incorrect?

Purify Caliban and see if you can combine it with the Planet Fortress Project to create "Lane's Mobile Caliban," allowing you to let Layman run wild. At that time, you'll have a way to deal with emergency threats all over the galaxy, instead of having to put out fires everywhere like we do now.

Although Arthur personally rejects warp power, he is hypocritical and happens to have the ability to be hypocritical.

It's okay for my friend, but not for others.

"So urgent?"

Ramses paused, his previously fluid tapping of the control panel noticeably slowing down, and the Eldar in the PUA park moved a fraction slower.

"Go as fast as you can. Have Corax protect you and bring the Apprentice and the Emperor's sword to prevent Chaos from interfering."

Arthur stood with his arms crossed in the center of the bridge, and made this decision.

"I understand. A wise person does not stand under a crumbling wall."

Ramses patted his head and couldn't help but laugh:

"Waiting for the other side to slap us in the face before doing these things is really too extreme. If Guilliman's subspace projection could be hidden, I wouldn't even want to put him in Macragge. We really need to open our minds. Now it's our turn to set the questions."

"Why should we have to wait for Nurgle to slowly fight us, with all this talk of destiny? Does he think that shedding a little blood is enough?"

The cloak behind him fluttered, then rippled like liquid. Ramses reached out and slashed at Kos's area.

"I can't let him die."

Those around him were infected by Ramses' confidence and smiled.

"Lian, the operation in Altramar is yours. You will have full command of all troops except for the Blood Angels."

Arthur then looked at Ryan, who had been analyzing the situation intently since before.

"Our goal is to ensure the stability of planets within the sector as much as possible, to stop the spread of chaos contamination, and to prioritize the safety of human residents. If necessary, we can use an extermination order. Remember to consult the Galad Pentagrams for the standards of chaos contamination. They are also stored in the database open to the Primarchs, so you can look at them yourself."

Don't use the suspect, but don't use it.

Since Ryan is capable of fighting, let him fight.

This is also the consensus of the Dawn Wings.

The reason why Ryan and Guilliman's powerful alliance ended in disaster was that they failed to reach a consensus on strategic goals.

Guilliman wanted to preserve Altera's power as much as possible to deal with the galactic situation more calmly, while Ryan wanted to resolve the hidden dangers within Altera as quickly as possible and lead a large force to Terra to investigate. This was not a matter of one side being unable to convince the other, but rather that neither side had any intention of saying it.

He knew all about the Primarchs, but considering the lesson of how Koz had brutally murdered the Blood Angels before the Great Rebellion, he realized that Primarchs were all gods and wouldn't listen to anything. So he settled down to be his mascot and joined the ranks of the gods, saying nothing.

As for Ryan's disobedience, that's easy to fix.

The reason I used to keep quiet was that no one would praise me when I won, and I could only suffer in silence when I lost, so I didn't care much about what my brothers thought. But things are different now.

"We trust your judgment."

When these guys start manipulating people, they never repeat themselves.

"I see."

Ryan's face was serious, and he was determined to complete the mission perfectly.

Having survived the ordeal, and being essentially dead, Ryan was somewhat resentful compared to his time in Caliban. Now, after being tormented by the Emperor for millennia, he had no more demands, and it was a good thing that everyone could trust him.

As for whether or not to go and pay homage to the emperor in Terra...
Ryan's face darkened slightly, and his wrinkled eyes revealed sadness.

To be honest, he couldn't face the Emperor's current state. It was genuine killing intent. The Emperor had completely abandoned his son, subjectively believing that as a fellow leader of the First Legion, he had become an obstacle to the Dawnwing's cause. He wanted to remove this obstacle preventing humanity from becoming great again, just like he had removed his two disgraced brothers.

The decision by Dawnwing not to provoke the Highlords but to establish a kingdom in the Extreme Starfield, thus leaving them to clean up their own mess and not having time to deal with external affairs, was quite good. It also saved him the trouble of going to Terra.

"If you have any questions, please communicate with us. We are always here. We will take your opinions into consideration, and we will also explain why you are being rejected."

Arthur leaned forward slightly, looking as if he were explaining everyday life to an elderly person with dementia, his sincerity tinged with a hint of helplessness.

Similar things have happened many times before; none of the Dark Angels are easy to deal with.

Arthur thought that if he went back and became a primary school teacher, he would at least be eligible to be named a national model worker.

Ryan nodded slowly. He knew what he was trying to say, but it sounded different coming from someone else.

"Don't do what you did back in the Second Reich: issue extermination orders without informing Guilliman, causing damage to Great Alteramar second only to the Shadow Crusade."

Ramses added a sentence.

Ryan still found himself unable to keep his expression in check.

"Can we please stop bringing this up?"

On the way, everyone reviewed Ryan's entire life, and even learned that the biographies of the Second Empire and various Primarchs had been written and included in the history textbooks of the Dawn Sector, which can be described as the second darkest moment of his life.

He was really anxious at that time. Guilliman was holding back and trying to stall him with the political affairs of the Second Reich. How could he not want to resolve the hidden dangers as soon as possible and force Guilliman to send troops?
Who knew that Guilliman really wanted to send troops? As a result, his extreme actions caused open and covert conflicts between the two legions, which slowed down the progress.

"is it?"

Ramses, who was helping Diggris relieve stress by selecting staff in the park, tilted his head to the side.

"I haven't heard the story of the War Marshal-class General Cannon for three minutes."

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Then there was another rustling sound around.

Kai held down the lion king's filial son, Redros, who was about to lash out. He had never found Lord Ramses so pleasing to the eye.

The little robed figure, who was inspecting equipment under the table, paused, put down his tools, and crawled out from the gap. He met Ryan's downcast gaze, his bright red eyes curving into crescents.

Having a mouth double is so great.

"Hey~"

Ryan's expression changed several times, but he finally let out a breath and didn't argue anymore.

Arthur handed over the paper list of the troops.

Once the Star Language Court completes the communication, these troops will be fully under the Lion King's control, and Romulus will cooperate with their actions.

If after making a mistake you are only told what you did wrong and how you should make amends, and the other party is still willing to trust you, then there is nothing wrong with admitting your mistake and correcting it.

It's better than continuing down the wrong path and ultimately dragging those who trusted you down into an abyss from which there is no return.
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Extreme Starfield - Great Ottara Kingdom - Capital Makurag
"Diggris!"

The sunlight in Macurag remained gentle, falling upon Karga as he walked briskly along the wide corridors of Hera Fortress.

"Diggris!"

Calga placed his hand on the library door, subconsciously restraining his strength to prevent the Ultimate Fist from blasting the door open.

He slowly pushed open the door, and the trembling of his facial muscles betrayed his excitement, making this usually composed battle commander look radiant.

He was excited, of course he was excited.

Upon receiving Digglis's message, he rushed back from the central command post of Hera Fortress, from the side of their great father and Lord Romulus.

It was all because of a piece of news.

The Wings of Dawn have successfully found a way to resurrect Lord Guilliman, and have even retrieved the Lion King, who is on his way.

The Lion King's return surprised him, and Lord Guilliman's impending departure filled him with even greater excitement.

This was like a holy spring flowing into Calga's exhausted mind, which had been worn out by the long battle, and it made him feel refreshed.

He carefully controlled his strength as he pushed the door open.

Call ~
A rich, cool aura swept over us, making this grand library, which should have been glorious and sacred, look like an ancient castle inhabited by vampires.

But Calga wasn't worried at all.

Lord Ramses's "Complete Explanation of Psionic Phenomena" clearly states that this is a normal phenomenon after the think tank has conducted a large number of long-distance communications. Before Lord Ramses established secure communication, similar phenomena would also occur within the choirs of those Star Speakers.

As the chapter leader, Karga also learned these basic principles.

As a combat group actively responding to the "Four Modernizations" military reform of Dawn Wings—modernizing military theory, military organization, military personnel awareness, and weaponry—Extreme Warriors deeply understands that popularizing these common-sense principles can greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of the combat group and prevent certain laughable problems from occurring.

Of course, although the Ultramarines were given a huge back door, they still didn't dare to really expand because of the existence of the Astartes Codex.

But it doesn't matter. If the Ultramarines don't expand, the other sub-groups can. Anyway, if Lord Romulus really insists that Lord Guilliman is very likely to abandon the Astartes Codex, then in the end everyone will probably all end up in the blue.

Calga glanced around.

Strangely, despite his intuition as a peerless expert among the Astartes, Karga did not sense any life force from it.

"Diggris?"

He spoke again, uncertainly.

"I'm here."

A faint echo came from behind the library, completely different from Diggris's powerful psionic communication.

It was a weak voice.

Calga leaned against the gate, looking around.

"I am here."

The voice, which had been guiding Calga, grew increasingly weak.

Calga's expression changed slightly as he finally sensed the presence of life. He stepped to the bench in the dark area at the far end of the library, the closest area to where Diggris rested and meditated, and finally saw the chief think tank member shrouded in a gray robe.

An elderly man with white hair.

Exhausted and withered.

　P.S.: Characters appearing in the story

　　Arthur: Because the pressure has decreased, I've had more internal monologues, and I feel a long-lost sense of relaxation. My efforts have paid off.

　　Ramses: He jokes about the current situation, takes orders seriously, and prepares to relieve the pressure on a certain nuclear-powered bull and horse that hasn't yet enjoyed the benefits of version updates.

　　Ryan: He adapted in a very short time under the full-scale attack of his good brothers, truly deserving of his reputation as the top-tier Primal of the Cow and Horse who is best at self-regulation.

　　Calga: Dad's waking up, hee hee hee!
　　Digglis: I'm that poor nuclear-powered bull.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)