This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 466 Everyone knows what they should do.

Death Guard seemed to change in an instant.

The confusion that had gripped the legion had vanished; the greed for life had been suppressed by something more important, replaced by determination and resilience.

Their tactics became more persistent, their actions more decisive, and the battle lines began to advance under their increasingly firm will. Although they appeared clumsy due to the constraints of the long period of neglect, everyone involved in the war in Kos noticed this subtle change.

The Dark Angels remained noncommittal on this matter.

The Death Guard does indeed recapture some of the spirit of the Great Crusade era.

However, a shadow is a shadow. The abundant supplies of the real universe, the disciplined mortal auxiliary army, the spiritual protection of the warp, and the direct command from the Primarch are not things that these Death Guards can simply wish for.

There's something, but not much.

Boom! Boom!
The Resilient endured the baptism of countless gunfire.

The Deathguard fleet had long been torn apart, enduring attacks from the human forces, primarily the Great Alteramar Mobile Fleet. The severe loss of manpower, coupled with the increasingly harsh environment of the demons in the warp, made it difficult for them to organize an effective counterattack under such disadvantageous circumstances.

However, the Resilient remained standing amidst the gunfire.

As the other Deathguard warships collapsed and perished, the Glory Queen, passively absorbing the gunfire, became more and more complete. Supernatural power enveloped the ship, making all those watching it feel that she was becoming increasingly dangerous.

"Motalian has been able to hold on until now because of his offspring."

On the bridge of the Unyielding Truth, the attack fleet maintained its pressure while keeping the distance from the Resilient. Ryan then consulted with Ramses, the remote advisor.

Ramses doesn't care about the art of war, but his knowledge of the warp is unmatched in the current Imperial leadership. Now that he has been 'inexplicably' trusted by his brother and 'reluctantly' given a heavy responsibility, Ryan naturally needs to obtain necessary information from him.

"Well, Nurgle has found himself a good backup plan."

Ramses nodded, confirming the information.

Mortalian, that unlucky guy, Dawnwing is going to crush him, the Ultramarines are going to defend their homeland, Death Guard has come to his senses and is returning to find the only one worthy of his loyalty, the Gene Father, and Nurgle, in a desperate attempt to get a better outcome, is going all in, while Death Guard is being sacrificed as a last resort.
As a result, Mortarion was still arguing with Karna and knew nothing about it.

"Can we just kill him?"

Ryan asked decisively.

"Just like you killed Peturabo."

The news of Peturabo's death made him sigh, but considering everything the other man had caused, Ryan had nothing to say.

Since they are enemies, even if they are brothers, we must eliminate them. It's that simple.

A lion's thinking is always decisive and efficient.

If only it had been the Lion King who charged into the Vengeful Spirits with the Spear of Dionysus back then!
"That depends on Nurgle himself. The biggest difference between Mortarion and Perturabo is that he actually has a slave owner above him."

Ramses was also researching how to apply the power of death. The timing of this war was perfect, as all parties had grasped and even gained more and more data on the power of death, which was growing stronger over time.

“Nurgle is clearly looking for someone to take the blame. Whether the Plague God is blocked by Tzeentch or not is probably not important anymore. It’s good that Death Guard came to his senses at the critical moment. Compared to Death Guard being taken back by Nurgle in the great game, it’s a good thing that he died a good death in our hands.”

At this point, he glanced again at the 'apprentice' beside Judge Aglaia, who was also watching the battlefield intently.

The Emperor is always tormenting that young girl. She was a perfectly good candidate for Grand Judge, but instead, she's been turned into a bodyguard for the weasels every day.

"Mortalian's life or death depends on how much Nurgle values ​​his own life. Of course, given Nurgle's current reaction and the extent to which he rejects death, we are more concerned with how much blood we can bleed from him later."

"Even Arthur won't work?"

Ryan frowned.

During their brief time together, he noticed that Arthur was very different from the other three. This difference lay in the fact that Arthur had truly rejected certain things, unlike the other three who had more or less integrated into this 'world'.

His intuition was very accurate.

"Perhaps it would be possible if Master Ya were here, but to be honest—"

Ramses clicked his tongue as he looked down at the planet below, torn into red and green by the power of the Blood God and Nurgle, and at the two golden and gray vortexes entangled together at the planet's core.

Sometimes, giving up something means having to acknowledge the gap that would exist without it.

"Those two monsters down there, I'm afraid we can't handle them under normal circumstances."

It means we can't let Arthur do something so risky.

Ryan understood immediately.

So my goal is to kill all the Death Guards?

He also tacitly refrained from mentioning going down to help Karna.

"That's right, forcing Nargle to the point where it has to make a decision to move to the next step of the process."

Ramses' projection patted Ryan on the shoulder.

"You just kill them, we'll take care of the rest."

The most comfortable thing about working with the Dawnwings is that they set clear goals and execution standards from the beginning, and are even willing to hand over their legions to him to command, rather than nitpicking the decisions of professionals during wartime.

The lion looked around and gave the command.

Under the leadership of the Lion, the Dark Angels remained silent, moving between their posts. The Thinkers captured the scenes of the battlefield, comparing them with detailed combat data archives from the Great Expedition by processing individual enemy details and troop movements at different levels. After final verification, they formulated various combat plans.

Disdainful of the desperate attacks of these traitors, lamenting the lingering illusions within them, and taking everything into account, I will apply all my knowledge and skills to my opponents.

For these knights, following orders was paramount. During the Great Crusade, they had annihilated countless enemies, some perhaps even filled with hope, only to have chosen a different path from the Empire.

Moreover, it's hard to say whether these current competitors are on the right track.

Obey orders and give it your all, no matter what the enemy has become.

Veterans are always so focused.

Azrael and Redros discussed battle plans. The warriors around them, from different eras and even from different factions back in the Caliban days, gradually put aside their differences and began to focus on the battlefield itself through close cooperation under the guidance of their role models.

The other recruits around them followed suit.

Ryan looked up.

This team is so easy to manage.

He secretly thought.
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Boom!

Lightning flashed across the overcast sky, and blood mixed with rain fell from the heavens, with large amounts of bones falling from the ground along with the wreckage of huge warships.

Among them are filthy enemies, and also warriors who defend their homeland.

Click!

The armored vehicles trampled the earth.

Heavy infantry rely on plasma firepower to stop the enemy's advance. Plasma weapons have a short range in the atmosphere, but fortunately, they are powerful and have a very stable rate of fire under the blessing of the new version of Ohm Messiah.

These Otlama auxiliary troops are all elite, equipped with all-encompassing combat gear. The non-commissioned officers are mostly members selected from Astartes. The plasma guns and incendiary rifles used by these auxiliary troops are top-of-the-line, and they can even cut a bloody path through the surface of the fortress to enter the interior without relying on heavy artillery and explosives during an assault.

Thanks to the miracle brought by the Dawnwing, a creation almost out of thin air, whose principles are known only to a very few, the precious STC modules have become less rare, and industrial upgrades in various star sectors have become swift and stable.

With the frequent firing of weapons, the air was filled with the stench of the heat dissipation fluid released after the plasma weapons overheated.

The Chapter Master of the Weeping Ones, a paragon among the Crimson Paladins, Malakin Forros led the Weeping Ones and the Auxiliary Forces to form a defensive line. He cautiously peered out of the trench to observe, surrounded by the continuous sounds of gunfire. There were heavy plasma weapons and incendiary rifles from the homeland of Alteramar, as well as rift weapons and Gauss weapons from the Dawn Sector.

This firepower would normally have been enough to blast an entire unit to smithereens, but at this moment it had little effect.

Blood rained down from the sky, and the roar of the Blood God echoed in the ears of both sides in the war.

This god, who never cared about winning or losing, only cared about how much blood would be shed in this war.

"They've become a little different."

The voice of Gabriel Seth, Chapter Leader of the Flesh-Tearers and Lord of the Angel's Tears, came from not far away.

After a brief counter-offensive, they are leading their troops back to the fortress for a short resupply.

He pushed through the crowd, flicked the poisoned bits of flesh from his chainsaw sword, and tossed it into the burning fire at the edge of the trench, choosing to meet with his comrades in this area guarded by the Weepers, where the intensity of the war was at its highest.

Although the main forces of the chapters usually operate throughout the galaxy, the chapter leaders always follow the Seraphim.

Instinctively, they were deeply dependent on Karna's existence; they could not accept that the angel's radiance would be poisoned by the malevolent warp.

"Yes, the lion has sent a warning, instructing us to strictly follow orders."

Fros replied, a pang of sadness welling up inside him.

"Tsk~"

Seth turned his head away, but still acknowledged the lion's commands.

Karna used to lead them, but the battlefield is no longer one they can interfere with.

The Death Guards can't do it, and neither can they.

Seth wanted to say something sarcastic to the lion, but remembering the angels' tireless teachings, he chose to focus on the object of their attention instead.

His gaze fell upon the Death Guards outside the fortress, enemies entrenched with the demons of despair.

"It seems they've found what they're fighting for."

Seth longed to fight such warriors, so that he could feel that he was fighting against a group of misguided fellow humans, which would serve as a wake-up call for him, instead of slaughtering a bunch of pigs in human skin as before.

"But it's not enough."

Frost, however, had a different opinion.

Forros, who was always mild-mannered, loathed these enemies.

The mourners hardly cared about the Space Marines' supposed glory in war; they cared more about those who died on the battlefield.

He didn't think there was anything noble about a warrior finding something to fight for; when these Death Guards chose to harm their own kind for all sorts of ridiculous reasons, these guys had no honor whatsoever.

"We are far stronger than them."

"We have far more to fight than they do, and they're going to lose badly," Forros said.

Seth believed it was more honorable to defeat an opponent who had become even stronger, while Forros simply considered a traitor a traitor. "Hmph, I know, but I can't be like Dante—"

Seth instinctively wanted to refute, defend his honor, and express that there was a reason for his pickiness about his opponent.

But he stopped himself from saying it.

That's a really hurtful thing to say.

As one of the few reliable political officers among the high-ranking members of the Blood Angels, very few citizens of the Empire have ever seen this legendary chapter commander display his brilliance on the battlefield.

Seth suddenly realized that his unusual state was actually quite good; at least when the warband priests were managing the warband, they wouldn't choose to trust his emotional intelligence.

“You and Amit are exactly alike.”

Sepatitus, who had been quietly contemplating, offered this assessment.

These Flesh-Tearers definitely inherited their emotional intelligence from the first Flesh-Tearer Chapter Leader who dared to openly criticize Lord Guilliman when he promulgated the Holy Scriptures.

"It's my pleasure."

Seth replied nonchalantly.

"Hehe, I really look forward to the day you meet."

Septitus smiled, then stood up, leaning on his halberd.

He glanced at his comrades, whose clothes were stained with filth. The mortal auxiliary soldiers instinctively straightened their slightly loose posture when they received the demigod's gaze, trying to make themselves look more presentable.

On the surface of Kos, the territory they guarded remained impregnable.

"Seth, just as you expected."

He said, "Let's give the enemy a good beating."

He confidently handed the defense line over to Forros, the true guardian, while reviewing once again the orders given by the Dark Angels.

Precision, clarity, professionalism, and battlefield acumen make every decision so convincing, especially when the wording, under the influence of Dawnwing, is no longer annoying arrogance but rather an infectious confidence that can inspire those around them, making it a pleasure for every executor.

It's hard to say who is better or worse than Lord Dorne.

Septitus immediately thought of the Siege of Terra.

He didn't want to make comparisons to show who was better or worse among the adults, but if they had been there back then, perhaps Terra's fate would have been different.

Although Lord Ramses emphasized that Terra was already the site of the initiation ceremony of the fifth Warp God, he also said that if Horus had not pierced Terra, he might not have been able to force the Emperor to the point of having to duel with him.

That way, the emperor wouldn't have suffered such a devastating blow, turning to dust on his throne, and Lord Saint Geres wouldn't have been—

Sepatius quickly shook his head.

He immediately looked up at the sky, wanting to lift his head and pour out his unbearable sorrow to the obscured stars.

But he was also an elder, a precious gem of the Holy Blood Angel, and a sacrifice who fell before the angels.

You are the one who brings the dead back to life.

You are a hero.

This cannot continue.

Sepatitus walked toward the crowd.

After a brief, almost negligible rest, the Holy Blood Angels rose from the city walls and walked ahead of the mortals, facing yet another wave of attacks coming their way.

A minute later, as the binary prayer of the technical sergeant resounded, the sky was illuminated, and a massive torrent of fire surged from behind the Blood Angels toward the Nurgle army salient.

Once it begins, the shelling will not stop.

"For humanity!"

Facing the sky that was once again illuminated, Septius picked up his weapon again and raised it high with unwavering resolve.

"For humanity!"

He roared.

A thunderous voice boomed through the communicator in every direction, then took a fearless step, undeterred by any hardship or danger, devoid of all other emotions, replaced by a unified, astonishing rage.

Around him, all the blood angels raised their heads, hearing their words, already etched into blood, echo across the earth, completing a final check of the weaponry before reaching for their swords once more.

"Don't let down the holy blood of Jeremiah!"

"For all that we cherish!"

"For Altrama! For Kos!"

"."

Now, oaths echo from the walls shattered by war.

At first there were a dozen or so mouths, then a hundred, then a thousand.

The rhythm of their voices became terrifying. They opened their mouths together, one voice after another, without any other words or pretense. Instead, they stood tall and straight, clenching their fists as hard as gold, their hearts filled with unspeakable hatred.

It was a roar like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami erupting once again, a cry from mortals and Astartes.
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Morag led the legion, looking ahead.

Those fragmented images, those dilapidated faces, are mostly almost unrecognizable.

As time passed, the Death Guardians suddenly discovered that they had been twisted into such wretched forms that it nearly shattered their hearts and froze their blood.

Most of them are no longer identifiable by facial recognition; only the helmets hidden beneath their roaring fangs, the mottled counting scratches, rank insignia, and blurry markings on their shoulder armor can prove that these monsters were once Legion warriors.

For some, the changes go far beyond that.

He looked into the distance.

Boom!

A shell landed not far from him, stirring up a large mud wave.

Thanks to the Blood God's blessing, their ranged firepower was significantly weakened, giving them at least a chance to engage in close combat.

Of course, people today don't care about this kind of waste.

Morag looked at the overwhelming barrage of bullets. Even with the blessing of the Blood God, the main force still had to rely on the makeshift defensive wall to erect the Void Shield and advance slowly.

He looked at the overwhelming barrage of bullets, then at the thin golden edge reflected on the horizon, and the shouts that even the sound of cannons couldn't drown out.

He then looked back at the soldiers beside him.

no respond.

That's how the Death Guards are; they always remain silent during battle.

"."

Morag opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he knew very well that he couldn't say anything.

Now that they have come to terms with the current situation, they can no longer proclaim what grander aspirations they are fighting for.

This caused Morag to feel an indescribable sadness.

While their opponents are driven by this intense, fiery rage, the Death Guard's own will is stripped away by the long, corrupting passage of time.

Morag remained silent for a long time.

"For Mortarion, for the Lord of Death!"

He exclaimed that he had found the only thing in this universe's Death Guardians that they could shed their filters on.

The loving father may never have been loving, and the Death Guard may never have seemed noble, but Mortarion's concern for them was real and tangible, and that was enough.

This is enough.

The massive green tide began to move.

The Death Guards did not respond; they remained astonishingly silent as they had been ten thousand years ago, before charging toward the battlefield.

The debris that fell from the sky was quickly submerged in mud and burning ashes under the trampling of the two armies.

"For Mortarion, for the Lord of Death!"

Everyone knows what they are doing.
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Clang!
The sound of weapons clashing suddenly rang out.

A hoarse howl burst forth from the silence, resonating with the trembling air and echoing across the entire land.

Standing in a massive crater tens of kilometers long and wide, Mortarian looked at the burning Seraphim ahead.

The death of his offspring terrified him, Nurgle's unusual behavior unsettled him, and the doubts churning within him made him waver.

This caused him to lose his focus, and his carefully honed subspace power could not move as he wished, putting him at a disadvantage as he struggled to resist the repeated thrusts, parries, slashes, and cuts.
Why does this happen?

Questions lingered in his mind.

Why did things turn out this way?

　P.S.: Characters appearing in the story

　　Ramses: A learner and advisor who devised the plan to resurrect Guilliman by collecting data on the application of a range of death forces.

　　Ryan: Discuss the battle plan, talk about Mortalian's condition, Nurgle's purpose, and the actions of our comrades.

　　Dark Angel: We formulate plans as usual and deal with opponents as usual (the current Legion culture is really good!).

　　Holy Blood Angel: Normally accepting orders and dealing with opponents as usual (Damn Dark Angel, if he's so good at fighting, why is Terra nowhere to be seen?)

　　Death Guard: Make normal choices and deal with opponents normally.

　　Karna: Using his super strength normally, dealing with opponents in a normal way.

　　Motalian: Confused about the situation
　　
　
(End of this chapter)