This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 489 I've been human for a long time

Blackrock Fortress is suspended in satellite orbit.

They gathered together, releasing energy outwards in pairs. The intense psionic fluctuations pierced through regions hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from the main planet of Badab, and lightning bolts shot from their tips tore through the surrounding veil of reality, shattering asteroids, man-made debris, and approaching warships.

Crackling psionic lightning tore through the veil between reality and the warp, providing support for the Chaos's attack.

All around was a continuous barrage of artillery fire, with Chaos Warbands occasionally emerging from the barrage only to be blasted to pieces by the Imperial fleet patrolling the perimeter. Amidst the endless barrage, the Black Stone Fortress, which unfolded into a black eight-pointed star at the center, slowly rotated.

Inside Blackrock Fortress, all was silent.

Apart from the slowing howls of the demonic hosts clinging to the walls of the Blackrock Fortress, whose purpose was unknown, and the sounds of chunks that the Empire had modified as the Blackrock Fortress gradually unfolded and crumbled as they fell to the ground, there was no other sound.

Click!

The rising dust drifted in the gloomy air.

The imperial-style corridor, incongruous with its surroundings, saw armored hatches open, and black figures filed out one after another, moving with practiced speed.

They were a Black Legion Raider Company, the tactical elite of the Black Legion's Thirteenth Combat Battalion. Voltigan, the leader of the Lost Lions Warband, led the squad, with his assault company commander standing beside him.

They dispersed, weapons in hand, and marched through the room.

Voltigan, a lion cub who joined Abaddon in his early years, is a veteran Dark Angels company commander and one of the finest warriors under the Black Legion. From the beginning of the Black Crusade and the early days of the Black Legion, he has been proving his combat prowess. He is proud to be among the best warriors of the Warmasters and to be a member of the greatest Izkelion.

However, the Legion has always had doubts about why this little-known guy, who is not particularly strong, was able to join Izcarion. In private, Kayan even bluntly called him 'idiot'. Perhaps his existence was simply to annoy the Dark Angels.

However, the Dark Angels don't seem to care much about this these days.

"Order received!"

Even now, with the Lion's return, this traitorous Dark Angel still plays a loyal role, scanning the scene before him with his helmet display and comparing the oracle results with Abaddon's demands.

"Maintain the Black Fortress at maximum power and launch it towards Badab."

He said in the communication.

"Verified."

The assault company commander replied that, with the assistance of a wizard, he was controlling a portion of the Blackrock Fortress block to perform the work it was supposed to do.

"The War General's surprise attack has failed."

The company commander couldn't help but look at the other party's demands—those brief, emotionally charged orders—and couldn't help but feel sarcastic.

"Coming up with a more meticulous plan after a failure is truly his style."

"His greatest strength is his meticulousness and thoroughness."

Waltigan responded, seemingly oblivious to the sarcasm in his words.

His company commander shrugged and signaled for the troops to follow.

He raised his left fist and quickly made two gestures.

The Lost Lions battle group spread out in a fan shape and marched forward.

Contact other units that have arrived at the fortress, control the Blackrock Fortress to ram the Badab, and then withdraw. The warlord's orders were concise and clear. Now it was time for the warriors who were responsible for guarding the Blackrock Fortress and staying away from the war to make their sacrifice.

Abaddon would always risk launching an attack, and everything Walter Gonzalo knew about him pointed to this possibility.

As always, this is their mission.

Their loyalty to Abaddon was their last remaining possession, as if nothing in the outside world, nothing that could distort anyone's worldview, had much of an impact on their mentality.

As for going back?

He looked around at his mutated colleagues, warriors fused with demons, wizards trading with chaos, and every now and then a few alien pirates or groups of chaos cultists would slip in.

How to go back?

Look at those cursed legions fighting demons, the battle nuns and Astartes that suddenly burst into flames while fighting, the Emperor's Sword that a priest can summon and actually fall from the sky, and the prayer that can be customized for assistance at any time.

They can't outmaneuver the enemy in terms of chaotic forces, they can't win in a proper battle, and the gods they worship don't seem to be as good as the enemy's either, making them look like clowns now.

The Black Legion is now almost unable to chant its slogans. Given the Empire's state, people are starting to wonder which side is truly the Chaos faction.

Perhaps they should look on the bright side.

At least they didn't bring aliens to fight them, right?

As he looked away from the few alien pirates under his command, Voltigan's thoughts churned.

The only sound in the corridor was the silent advance.

"The surface area has been located."

In his communications, he said, "Have the wizards advance on Blackrock Fortress, moving it closer to Badab—"

"avoid!!!"

"Waltigan suddenly shouted sternly."

bump!
The first star dart struck Voltigan squarely in the faceplate, and the ensuing barrage of fire sent a sharp pain through his head.

Before his body even fell, the barrage of fire had already been deployed.

Bombs and lasers roared in the darkness, firing at them from three directions in a crisscross pattern.

Enemies? How could there be enemies here?

The sudden, intense pain made Voltigan realize what had happened, but the combination of the star dart and the bomb gave him extremely absurd arguments about the composition of this unit.

"Fight back!"

He roared and pointed to a cracked wall three hundred meters away, where the arched ceiling of the window had collapsed.

Before the words were finished, a bright light burst forth from the gap, and the Terminator engine's signature roar suddenly rose in the silent cavity.

His warriors immediately sprang into action, forming a battle line between the entrance and their master, while the remaining Chaos traitors charged straight toward the breach, their explosive guns aimed directly at the source of the noise and light.

A terrifying scene unfolded before my eyes.

"Gods be upon you."

The company commander muttered to himself.

It was an army formed by the union of the Astartes and the Eldar.

The flash of the bomb was fleeting, but in that instant, Voltigan saw Eldar forces and Thirteenth Legion soldiers almost everywhere in the corridors.

No one could know how an enemy of such scale had entered the Warmaster's property without their knowledge, especially given the sinister combination of Astartes and Eldar aliens.

However, the sudden enemy was unwilling to give them time to think.

Boom!

A section of the outer wall collapsed inward amidst the roar of explosives, followed by a series of heavy bombs. Soldiers of the 13th Legion poured out from the cracks in this area that had been modified by the Empire. Behind them was a long corridor that had previously been hidden by terracotta walls. Before the enemy could react, they had already leaped down.

At the same time, the teleportation triggered the familiar ozone aura, the air bubbles were displaced, and a loud bang was heard. The Hades-type Terminator, wearing cobalt blue armor, emerged and immediately joined their battle comrades to join the fight.

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

Voltigan began to return fire, firing fully automatically despite the recoil of his explosive rifle. The sheer number of enemies made him unsure of what he was firing at, while people on both sides were also firing and shouting.

The room was filled with the flashes of gunfire as a tall body crashed down, torn to pieces by fire from multiple angles. Blood splattered on the walls and floor, and clumps of flesh were splashed on the basement ceiling. Broken armor fragments scattered and bounced like scattered coins.

silence.

Smoke billowed in the cold air of the room, swirling around the piled-up, twisted corpses.

Fresh blood gushed from the shattered black armor.

The killing squad, composed of Astartes and Eldar, emerged from the shadows, moved forward, guns leveled, ready to be deployed at any moment.

The Lost Lions, who prided themselves on being the pride of the lions and the pillars of the Black Legion, were all annihilated in less than fourteen seconds.

Wow!

A body that had fallen to the ground was kicked away.

"Throw them all into the warp."

Titus gave orders to those around him.

“No exceptions, I don’t care if they look dead or not. Is the Eldar technical team here? You can begin. All Astartes squads, follow the technical team and carry out the demolition according to their instructions.”

"Yes, Captain."

Sicarius advanced through the dead. Gunshots and psionic sounds rang out behind him as his men began counting the bodies, firing bullets into each helmet and chest cavity in turn, before gathering them together.

He found Voltigan.

He lay on his back, his right hip shattered by gunfire, his right arm severed at the elbow, a bullet hitting his neck, ripping off his helmet and taking part of his head with it, a star dart piercing his chest, his dying breaths bubbling in the gushing blood, and he stared blankly upwards with his remaining eye.

He saw an Ultra Warrior standing in front of him.

He then saw several Elven race members approach, cleverly finishing off the Ultra Warriors before they could, acting as if to say, "Don't bother with my lackeys, sir."

No, it's impossible.

How did these people end up in Blackrock Fortress?

Voltigan's eyes widened.

This must be a vision of death, a flashback that crossed my vision at the moment of death.

"Extreme Warrior?"

He was panting, his eyes wide, blood clots forming at the corners of his mangled lips, and he could hardly believe what he was witnessing.

Sicarius and Titus exchanged a glance, tapped their communication devices, and indicated whether the Dark Angels should handle the matter.

Titus shook his head, indicating that it was unnecessary.

He then tapped the storage device on his arm, indicating that the other party should simply report the facts when writing the tactical report.

We can just use the usual methods to deal with the Chaos traitors; the Dark Angels won't go crazy anymore anyway.

So Sicarius crouched down.

He didn't bother with any more words, simply shoving the explosive gun into Voltigan's mouth and pulling the trigger.

"He seemed surprised?"

Looking at the other's one unseeing eye, Sicarius asked.

An Eldar immediately stepped forward and, without troubling Lord Astartes, quickly dragged the corpse away.

Before leaving, he carefully used his psionic energy to scrape away the blood splattered on Sicarius's armor, making the magnificent armor look brand new.

"I don't think anyone would be surprised to see this scene."

Titus looked around and replied calmly.
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The fortress is being silently devoured.

Ramses, the master of the Eldar, the radiant one, the formless and shapeless lord, overthrew it with his thoughts and turned it into his spoils.

At this moment, the main gate of Blackrock Fortress was wide open.

The rest will be handled cleanly and efficiently.

Ownership of Blackrock Fortress will change over time, as its owners wish.

Eldrad Uslan, the Eldar prophet and one of the world leaders of the Usvi Ark, is on high alert.

As an old monster who has survived since the Eldar Empire, he has some knowledge of Blackrock Fortress.

When the Eldar once again stepped safely onto their ancient fortress, which had sunk in the Warp, they cheered incoherently, surging forward from him like a blind, overflowing torrent.

While belittling the demon hosts and sending them to the warp, they dismantled the human modifications that obscured the internal facilities of Blackrock Fortress, 'praised' the unique artistic decorations possessed by humans, and began to inject psionic energy to take over the various components.

It was very relaxing and uneventful.

It's as if these two fortresses, which Abaddon seized, should rightfully belong to Ramses.

"The Vaal Amulet, a super multi-functional composite fortress, primarily functions to modify the strength of the veil between reality and the warp, and to extract warp psychic power for wide-area attacks in reality. Legend has it that it exists even before the Eldar, and is a weapon against the Stargods created by the Old Ones."

According to a representative of Dawnwing who was interviewed by our reporter, on the occasion of the 80th anniversary of the friendship established between Dawnwing and the Wings, Mr. Tarasin, the curator of the Museum of Human History, together with friends from all walks of life, traveled with Lord Ramses to exchange ideas and learn from each other, and personally explained cutting-edge science and technology. This has instilled confidence in enhancing friendly exchanges between the two sides and added impetus to the stable, healthy and sustainable development of relations between the two sides.

As he explained the facts, he examined the towering braid belonging to the Chaos Warlord within the Infinite Cube, as well as the piercing sword that once belonged to a Primarch.

One of the great advantages of being granted amnesty is that you don't have to spend time and effort on those trivial matters; you can directly obtain them by taking advantage of your position.

Although it was a pity that Dawnwing didn't kill Abaddon directly, Talazin had always wanted to collect the Warmaster to put an end to the history of the Black Crusade that had lasted for thousands of years, as the beginning of the 'Primarch Era' series that he had been preparing.

"real or fake?"

Ramses was taken aback.

"Created by a true ancient sage?"

At this moment, he was observing and learning about the entire Blackrock Fortress from the Eldar's perspective, while the old prophet Uslan accompanied Talassin and also acted as his mouthpiece.

The Eldar are now incredibly determined to survive. Although the history and technology of the Eldar on the Ark have been severely lost, resulting in many members being unfamiliar with Blackrock Fortress, the Jesters were able to find the operating manual in the Black Library. Plus, since this thing was originally built for the Eldar, as long as they follow the instructions, it shouldn't be a problem to operate.

Listening to Taracin's description and looking at everything around him, Ramses felt like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden, amazed by everything he saw.

That's why I say it's a legend.

Passing by the bustling Eldar and watching Blackrock Fortress gradually awaken and soon belong entirely to Ramses, Tara said sourly, "I should have said that we metallings used the World Engine to suppress the Four Gods."

We've fallen behind, fallen far behind.

Silent King, stop your damn civil war. Let's not even talk about the Eldar, those shameless bunch. Those techies are all living in machines now.

"Hey you."

As if in response to Tarasin's complaint, a shout rang out.

Sicarius stopped the uninvited guest.

Given the Eldar's understanding of Blackrock Fortress's structure and the convenience of the Webpath itself, the capture of Blackrock Fortress was a resounding success.

Not understanding psionic power, and naturally not knowing those intricacies, he could only consult with Titus before beginning his patrol around Blackrock Fortress.

Noticing the unfamiliar and seemingly interfering presence of Uslan, he quickly stopped it.

"What's your job?"

"Excavating underground structures, protectively storing ancient artifacts, collecting lost authentic history, and revealing the truth of the past to the galaxy."

Tarachin turned to the side, looking at the hardworking extreme warrior with an air of righteous indignation.

"Isn't that just tomb raiding?"

Uslan muttered under his breath, trying to sabotage the situation.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Archaeology, it's archaeology!"

Tarasin quickly emphasized, pulling out the job certificate issued to him by Dawnwing.

The curator of the Museum of Human History, with the treatment of a star-level official and a half-step galactic level, is just waiting for the Dawn Wings to take up their swords and march on Luoyang. He will be a founding father and a minister who followed the dragon.

"I'm not a thief; my actions are legal and compliant."

For some time now, Tarasim has always liked to emphasize his identity when facing the Eldar.

"Humph."

Uslan snorted, too lazy to bother with this alien that they had left far behind.

We've been human for a long time; look, even Blackrock Fortress is starting to glow with gold.

What about space necromancers?
Let's figure out our own internal conflict first!
The thought that the Eldar had now found a powerful ally, that they could take over Blackrock Fortress completely to prove their worth, and that everything was steadily improving, made Uslan hum softly.

Can Tarasim do it?
If you're not convinced, then bring out the world engine!

You don't have one, do you?

Sigh, this is what a necromancer overlord is like.

The Silent King, I feel, is not as clever and extraordinary as the Laughing God.

“Archaeology is good, but you have to learn it.”

Ramses nodded in agreement.

Although the Warhammer universe does have a technology tree, and it looks like a science fiction world, it is generally in an abstract state where the older the technology, the stronger it is. Isn't the manual for the Eldar's Blackrock Fortress also dug out from the Black Library?
His consciousness wandered among the various spirit races, feeling that the move to accept the spirit races was becoming increasingly brilliant.

Where does my friend plan to make money next?

Ramses truly felt he should put some pressure on Tarasin.

These old guys are really good at making gold coins.

(End of this chapter)