This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 478 Who exactly owns Blackrock Fortress?
When Arthur entered the bridge of the Unyielding Truth, Ryan stood alone beside the throne, gripping the hilt of the Lion Sword, directing the army to act according to his will.

This lion, who in the impression of many dark angels looked much older and had a much gentler personality, now looked unusually relaxed.

There's no need to worry about the complex ideological issues within the legion, no need to be forced to push forward things that you're not good at like a king, and no need to wear a bitter and resentful expression all day while carrying out missions that offer no reward.

Perhaps someone as strong as Ryan doesn't need it. For so many years, the Lion King has only sought a clear conscience; only the Lion King is qualified to say, "Loyalty itself is a reward." But as Arthur said—

Some people need this kind of grand spectacle.

They could not accept the end of one era and the beginning of another without a celebration to commemorate and give it meaning. Therefore, they had to bestow laurels, to create honorable and appropriate titles, and to grant them to their chosen warriors and generals.

Some people need praise.

Ryan has now successfully found his responsibilities and has perfectly fulfilled the duties required for this role, earning the praise that matches them.

After a brief period of adjustment, aside from the changed perceptions of those long-time veterans, he also gained the sincere respect of a large number of soldiers under the Dawnwing, and quite a few positive reviews circulated among the various armies.

Everyone knows they can gain more honors under Llane's command, a Primarch who left behind as many worlds as any two of his brothers combined during the Great Crusade.

The sound of the wind inside the cabin changed. Ryan turned around and looked at the familiar figure behind him, a smile involuntarily appearing on his face.

"it's over?"

"Yes, the relevant matters have been handed over, and we will be able to relax a lot in the future."

The various 'heretical' operations that Dawnwing now possesses have been made public, and Guilliman has also chosen to accept his fate under the pressure of the Emperor. Now, Ephraim and Saint Celestine, as Guilliman's channels for understanding Eldar and the State Church, are participating in his work as his lieutenants, so at least everyone doesn't have to watch over him anymore.

He responded with a greeting, and through the porthole, Arthur watched as rows of Firehawks and Stormhawks filed out of the hangar, interspersed with Stormbirds and Nightwings.

Some of the fighter jets were in rather chaotic formations when they first took off, seemingly due to the natural physiological differences between the pilots, which resulted in a lack of coordination and made them seem somewhat strained. However, the carefully selected network did not require them to undergo too much brutal combat, and these formations were able to perform their duties well.

The fighter squadrons are transporting troops through narrower network channels to support planets under attack in the vortex region, while also opening up more landing sites for subsequent troop deployments.

The pattern of warfare has changed.

Their efficient communication and faster-than-light travel methods have already begun to exert influence on their military. Now, before the main force has even entered the vortex region, the vanguard has already begun operations through small network channels.

The planets of Jogris and Nocturne, located in the southern part of the Maelstrom, have been relieved. The vanguard has established contact with the White Scars and Salamanders forces remaining behind. The next step is to use the areas surrounding these planets as springboards for the large fleet to penetrate deeper, with the main force led by the Primarch heading straight for Badab. At the same time, the combat forces under its command will be quickly dispersed through the network to support various battlefields.

Unlike the Great Crusade, where the Primarch had to be on the front lines to control the battle and concentrate forces to advance slowly in a safe but wasteful manner, this new campaign has a more strategic feel, where the Primarch is planning and strategizing from within the command tent and winning battles from afar.

"It seems I won't see him on the battlefield for quite some time."

Ryan smiled, he was quite used to the change, and his tone carried a hint of schadenfreude.

Lane has always harbored resentment towards working with Guilliman, especially after dealing with Coz back then.

He had clearly figured out Koz's tactics during the Semaras expedition, but he was still completely outmaneuvered by Guilliman in Macrag and Guilliman. Although both sides made mistakes in handling this issue, it clearly proved that the two of them were a complete mess.

"It would be our dereliction of duty to send him to the battlefield."

After casually saying something that was in some ways quite terrifying to Guilliman, Arthur stepped forward to analyze the situation.

As the combined fleet gradually spread out in the southern part of the Maelstrom, the threat from the Orks and the Zerg Hive fleets in the southern part of the Galactic Heart was effectively contained. The vanguard was even able to use the reclaimed planets as springboards, guided by the Eldar, to lead the troops that had completed their battles there to concentrate on battlefields with higher intensity of warfare.

It's like a snowball that rolls at high speed and can be teleported down from above to smash into the enemy.

Now we know why the Necromancer was driven insane by the Ancient Ones back then.

Today's combined fleet doesn't even need to break through the natural defenses formed by various hostile forces; it can directly cross these areas and strike its strategic objectives.

Once the affairs of the Great Vortex are dealt with, the conquest of the Comoros must be put on the agenda.

If the Nexus of the Web is not controlled, the Dark Eldar will maintain control over the Web, and the Dawnwings will be unable to fully cleanse it, which will have a significant negative impact on their subsequent deployments in the galaxy.

Furthermore, we've been busy with war lately and haven't had a chance to convert the spoils from Vashtor. After Vashtor's malevolent arts and powers are incorporated, the Mechanicus faith must be further expanded, and the experimental 'Network' must be popularized to further dismantle the Mechanicus's power from within, especially the stubborn faction based on Mars. The Dark Angels Legion needs to cooperate with Romulus's actions.

Arthur thought to himself, they really have a lot to do.

Hmm, don't rush.

Anyway, he doesn't need to push these things forward.

His gaze swept over Azrael, Coswayne, Redros, and other high-ranking Dark Angels, quickly identifying the personnel in his mind to handle those matters. Arthur then focused his attention on the two Blackrock fortresses within the Abaddon fleet.

One of Abaddon's key advantages in attacking Badab was that the Chaos Wizard taught him some ways to use Blackrock Fortress. It was by using Blackrock Fortress to weaken the veil of reality that he narrowed the gap between himself and the attackers.

Otherwise, even with the help of the Star Core Rift, given the difference in operational capabilities between the two sides, Abaddon would still be blocked outside Badab by the fortress that stretches across mountains and seas.

Hopefully, he won't get so angry that he'll smash down Blackrock Fortress.

A thought inexplicably popped into Arthur's mind, and he began to speculate on where the troops sent to control Blackrock Fortress had ended up.
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"My lord, please hear me out."

Cato Sicarius, the second company commander of the Ultramarines, the vanguard officer of Primarch Robout Guilliman, and the pride of Tarrasque, who has won numerous honors, is standing inside an Eldar warship comparable to an Imperial light cruiser, watching expressionlessly as rows of Phoenix fighters file out of the hangar.

He began to silently repeat that this was the Primarch's decision, and that cooperation with the Xenomorphs was not unprecedented in history. He could feel the fawning looks the Eldar from the Ark gave him, as if they could gain something by cultivating a good relationship with him.

In any case, the relationship between the Thirteenth Legion and the Eldar has never been good. They have fought with all types of Eldar and do not favor the so-called Ark Eldar, since pirate raids from various Eldar branches have always been one of the chronic problems that have plagued Alterama for years.

"According to your cultural classification, my nephew's daughter's distant cousin once led a raid in the Altrama region, which was due to my poor discipline."

A female Eldar stood beside Sicarius, whose body was gilded with honorary emblems, demonstrating the world's importance without her.

"So you see, how can a demi-human like me serve the Emperor and humanity in such a high position? I beg you, execute me for the sake of eliminating a threat to the future of the Empire."

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Sicarius remained unperturbed. He silently observed these 'legitimate demi-humans'.

These Eldar seem to have made some kind of deal with several adults, promising to protect them after their deaths. This has directly led to a significant number of Eldar seeking death in battle, with some even finding the process of pursuing death unbearable.

However, suicide is considered a grave sin in any faith.

Therefore, these insecure Eldar will actively seek out those members of the Astartes who seek glorious death and join them in battle.

As for this strange-looking thing in front of me.

Sicarius looked at the Eldar, who seemed to be unable to go to the front lines because of their high positions, and saw them in such an ugly state.

This situation is common among the Ark Eldar who experienced the Eldar's demise. It seems that unless they die once to prove something, they will always be in a state of extreme insecurity.

The older something is, the less backbone it has.

Sicarius's face darkened.

He used to want to tear these aliens to pieces on the battlefield and make them part of his glorious career, but now that these aliens are coming to him, he can't even muster the slightest killing intent. He only feels that killing these guys would only dirty his sword.

Therefore, he had little confidence in them.

As Cicarius gazed at the western horizon, he remained unsure whether he should trust his senses.

The warship sped forward, and the surrounding void revealed countless scenes.

He could see many things through those holes: peaceful cities, captivating natural scenery, and a battlefield where a Void Platform belonging to the Greenskins, with an estimated radius of over a hundred kilometers, was gradually falling, being torn to pieces by continuous attacks from light spears and ground fire.
This was one of the most captivating moments of his long military career.

Unfortunately, that was not his battlefield.

From Sicarius's perspective, it was almost motionless, seemingly defying all physical principles and common sense. The scene vanished completely from the net in the blink of an eye. Inside the net, everything slowed down, and they were altering the course of the war at a speed far exceeding any previous period, wantonly mocking the original form of war.

After a while, weary of the chattering harassment from the Eldar, he shook his head and went to find his predecessor, Titus.

It took him a while to arrive because the Eldar-style roads were still unfamiliar to him, and he couldn't destroy the obstacles in the most violent way on the Primarch's orders.

Guided by a kind-hearted Mind Race member who was studying a book on human history and wearing magnificent phoenix armor, and who didn't drag him along begging him to send him away with a single sword strike, he finally found his senior in the hangar area at the bottom of the warship. At the same time, he was somewhat jealous to find that this senior, who was more glorious than him, seemed to have been undisturbed.

"Lord Titus."

Because he was facing the champion of the first title match, Sicarius showed his senior considerable respect.

"How long do we have to wait?"

To be honest, the wait for honor is much shorter than it used to be, but when Sicarius thought of those crazy Eldar who were even more eager for battle than they were, he couldn't help but say.

Some members of the legion still harbor mixed feelings of love and hate towards these 'demi-human compatriots' and everything they brought.

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Titus noticed Sycharius's impatience and smiled slightly.

As a member who had followed Dawnwing from the very beginning, he had seen such a scene long ago and knew how to deal with these changes.

This somewhat flamboyant, honor-conscious brother had no idea how much trouble his outfit was getting him into.

"soon."

Before Titus could offer any words of comfort, Hilandri Veilwalker emerged from the shadows.

Sicarius did not draw his sword because of the sudden incident, because he knew that if he actually killed the man, the Eldar would be overjoyed, and he would have to endure a barrage of long-distance phone calls from Lord Ramses.

Lord Ramses actually abides by that so-called contract.

He muttered a curse to himself, then calmly looked at Hilandri with a questioning gaze.

This legendary clown, who once stormed the Terran palace and left behind many legends within the empire, wore a smooth mask completely different from other clowns, as if a round mirror perfectly covered her head.

As a force directly under Chogoki, the Clown is now directly responsible to the Wings of Dawn, with its main tasks being route exploration within the network and the recovery of various ancient technologies.

“We have found the path to the Vaal Amulet, the ancient artifact you call Blackrock Fortress. Prepare two small transport planes and follow me.”

The clown's tone was very polite, but it was much more acceptable to Sicarius; at least the attitudes of these clowns were relatively normal.

Before the vanguard could even muster any enthusiasm, the Elven race members around him, who had previously looked rather listless, jumped up.

The Spirit Race possesses unparalleled physical talents, making each of them a born warrior. Coupled with their long lifespans and the existence of the Dao path, each of them spends far more time immersing themselves in their skills than ordinary people. A moment of inactivity is far too short compared to their lifespan and does not mean that they will weaken as a result.

Even Sicarius had to admit the race's talent in combat when he shook off the hand that had been grabbed in an instant by a Eldar tribe warrior.

In the blink of an eye, these elite tribe warriors, prophets, and war lords surrounded Hilandri and the radiant Sicarius.

"Choose me for the sake of the Emperor!"

"By the formless and intangible Lord, I was born to give my life to humanity at this very moment."

"Let me do it, someone in my family used a Vaal Amulet!"

Damn it!
Sicarius's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell who was more loyal.

(End of this chapter)