This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 499 The Black Sanctuary and Amagidon
It's too long.

For Astartes, who have undergone genetic modification and whose physical condition far surpasses that of ordinary people, only 2-4 hours of light sleep each day, similar to the alternation of the left and right hemispheres of dolphin species, is enough to keep them in peak condition. This makes their perception of time much longer than that of short-lived mortals.

This feeling becomes increasingly clear, especially as the number of those sacred figures gradually increases over time.

Ledodes was well aware that the Dawnwings did not reject the Primarch's return.

They were not afraid that these Primarchs, who had distinguished themselves during the Great Crusade and whose deeds had become myths and legends over the millennia, would share their power.

They welcome back every Primarch who has been tested and proven their loyalty, much like a new owner who has taken over the management of a house after its original owner has left, and has prepared a feast, eagerly anticipating the return of the departed person to enjoy the meal with them.

However, it was precisely this attitude that made the sons of Dorne even more grief-stricken.

Because the time travelers genuinely didn't know where Dorn was.

The Wolf King has clues about finding the World Tree in the Warp, and the traitorous Primarch Magnus even knows the Wolf King's coordinates in the Warp.

The Khan once led the White Scars' main force into the Web Path and disappeared. Now, with the Eldar subhumans integrating into the Empire and developing the Web Path, they are gradually seeing hope.

As the Emperor became more active in the Warp, the legendary Primarch, who had long since died on Istvan 5, gradually came into the view of the psykers.

Even the Salamanders' Volkan left behind nine legendary artifacts—

To be honest, the transmigrators, who were always sensitive to numbers, were not very optimistic about this legend. After all, it seemed more like a lie fabricated by a supreme god from some warp. Ramses planned to study this matter carefully when he went to Amegiddon to meet Tushan, the leader of the Salamanders Chapter.

The Salamanders are few in number and have a unique style. They often fight to the death with invaders because of their mission to protect mortals, resulting in huge casualties. The number of members in the warband has remained at around seven companies for most of the year.

Aside from the occasional opportunity to exploit them for equipment and bully good people, the imperial high command rarely even remembered that such a warband existed.

But coincidentally, Dawnwings prefers this kind of warband that is not separated from the human body and is full of faith and extraordinary will.

Before, I didn't have many friends and couldn't share enough messages, but now with Dawn Wings, I can help them cut the price.

The relevant plan can be promoted as the Dawnwing's galactic deployment strategy is gradually rolled out. In the previous public meeting for the various Astartes Chapter Commanders and high-ranking Imperial generals, the Dawnwing also emphasized this issue. After reaching a consensus with the Salamanders in Amegidon, they can start to mobilize forces across the galaxy to collect the Vokhan artifacts.

You see, even a small, fledgling group like the Salamanders, who can't offer much help, was willingly assisted by the Wings of Dawn in finding Vokhan. Naturally, the Black Templars wouldn't worry that the other party might not want Dorn to return for some reason.

They had communicated with the Sons of Dorne long ago; Lord Ramses even obtained consultations from the Emperor regarding members who participated in the final battle of Dorne, but the results were not ideal.

do not know.

Even the Emperor didn't know where Dorne was.

They have made many guesses about this.

Perhaps the other party has hidden in the palace, or returned to Invik, the homeworld of the Imperial Fist whose coordinates have been hidden in the Empire, or perhaps they have completely relinquished their responsibilities and are living in seclusion there.

However, these conjectures were quickly dismissed by the Primarch and the Dornish descendants, and the faint hope was shattered as the investigation into these regions progressed.

The Raven King will break down because of his tragic past, the Khan will choose to escape because of the current state of the empire, and the Wolf King will choose to trust his brothers, abandoning worldly affairs to pursue a more elusive hope.
But Dorn won't.

No one would believe that Dorne, as steadfast as a rock, would choose to run away. Even Lord Ramses, who made fun of the First Legion every day, would not choose to spread those humorous jokes about Dorne.

Lord Ramses always handled the jokes of his loyalists with great tact. For example, he would suggest that Guilliman build a perfect city in Kos to commemorate the human comrades who died in the battle in order to mock Loka, but he would not compare the perfect city with Kos.

This also reveals the value of Doge's favor to the empire.

Such speculation stems from the fact that this leader, commanding a disobedient brother legion, a Terran council filled with suspicion, an arrogant and self-important Imperial Guard unwilling to share responsibility, and the only loyal Imperial Fist, ultimately triumphed in the siege of Terra under Horus's offensive—

The Primarch, who took up Guilliman's responsibilities after Guilliman's fall, pushed for the Third Army, and ultimately performed his final dance in a war—the greatest insult to the Primarch.

He might eventually choose to die on the road because of the desperate wars he faces, accepting his duty and coming to an end, but he would never run away like a coward.

Something must be holding him back.

There is nothing more painful in the world than this.

Hope is right in front of you, but you can't grasp it no matter what because of your own reasons.

"Grand Marshal."

After bidding farewell to his brothers, the Lord of Knights came before Ledodes.

He keenly perceived the other party's thoughts and felt that this could not be allowed to continue.

"grown ups."

Looking at Azrael, Belial, Samuel, Kay, Carmel, and other Dark Angels soldiers beside Arthur, Ledodes swallowed the bitter pill unique to the Son of Dorne and suppressed his sorrowful emotions.

The Lion King drew two-thirds of the Dark Angels' military force. During the brief period of issuing extermination orders to traitors in Great Alteramar, this outstanding general had become familiar with the combat patterns of the 40k era. His familiarity with his soldiers also meant that he no longer needed a spokesperson to lead this legion.

As a main battle group whose numbers have gradually approached 100,000 over the past century, the Black Templars will follow the Knight Lord to Amegadoton to annihilate the Greenskins that are ravaging the region, following the retreat of the Black Legion.

"We will find him."

Looking at the Supreme Marshal, who was overcome with grief, Arthur sometimes truly felt the injustice of fate.

Turning his head slightly, the knight gazed at the Eternal Expedition, a ship that stood gleaming in the harbor, a ship that had symbolized the arrival of the Primarch in the eyes of countless citizens after every great battle. A look of reminiscence appeared in the knight's clear eyes.

"Together we will."

This is a promise.

The time travelers knew that their ideas about system building were naive, and they also knew that many things would require trade-offs when examined in depth, but their simple pursuit of a better life always made them believe that their efforts would naturally be rewarded.

They don't want it, but he can't refuse to give it to them. If he can't find it in the real universe, he'll go to the network; if he can't find it in the network, he'll go to the subspace.

You'll find it eventually.

"I understand, my lord."

Ledodes struck his chest with one arm, offering a knightly salute.

"The Black Sanctuary has assembled and is ready to obey your command."
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Amigidoton, the hive of Furnas.

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The oxygen cylinder pumped out gas, bringing moist, fresh air. Standing outside the defensive line, which was filled with exhaust fumes due to underground magma activity, Commissar Arek greedily inhaled the air, trying to replace all the stale air in his lungs.

He was relying on his naked eye to assess the battlefield situation. In his still relatively young eye socket, a crimson electronic prosthetic eye had replaced his left eye. The built-in servo system was analyzing everything in his field of vision, providing the commander with the necessary battlefield information.

For a commander of the Imperial Guard, this was a brief respite on the battlefield.

More than a decade has passed since the Greenskins began wreaking havoc on the sector where Armageddon is located.

Contrary to the Empire's expectations, the Bonecrushers, who were supposed to sweep across the entire sector, led a large number of Orks in a concentrated attack on the planet Amegidodton. After leading many tribes on an ultra-long-distance voyage to Amegidodton, they did not rush to engage the system's defense fleet, but instead blocked Mandeville Point.

This caught the Sector Admiral off guard. He had not heeded Commissar Arrek's advice after a brief encounter to determine the Greenskins' operational center, and instead had instead planned to disperse the fleet and exchange positions with the Greenskins on the outer perimeter of the sector, as he had done in the past when dealing with the Greenskins.

Thanks to the orbital defense facilities requested by Dawnwing from the moment it officially intervened in the galactic deployment, as well as the efforts of the local star system defense fleets, the enemy's surprise attack did not cause too much damage, and the ground had enough time to organize a defense.

Of course, half of the settlements in Armageddon have fallen. Apart from the wastelands developed by the Mechanicus, the Armageddon subcontinent, which is one of the three main residential areas of Armageddon, has fallen into the hands of the Greenskins. The land there has been gradually revitalized under the Greenskins' activities, as if it has become part of a huge structure, providing considerable convenience for the Greenskins' activities.

Fortunately, the oceans and complex forests, along with the Khorne cultists entrenched within them, prevented the Bonecrushers from launching a direct attack on the main continent of Amegiddon, and the orbital defense facilities also prevented the Greenskin fleet from approaching in space.

Even the enemy's terrifying war fortresses were conspicuous enough to the defending fleet that still held air superiority over the planet, giving the planet's defenders ample time to deal with them.

It seems that Furnas's Nest is safe, and they can guard the other half of the planet until reinforcements arrive.

Commissar Arrek looked out over the city at the massive buildings whose outlines remained clearly visible despite the raging volcanic fumes.

The massive green-skinned ships that were constantly emerging from the main continent of Amegiddon proved that the situation was not as optimistic as they had thought.

The appearance of a spaceship called "Crusher" near an agricultural planet became another starting point for the escalation of this war. This wrecked ship, which was as large as a subcontinent, could carry a large enough army of greenskins to attack the Empire's world.

Just like the unpredictable nature of the Greenskins, their warp travels happened to bring this invading force to the hive world of Amegidodton in the 41st millennium, 828th year.

A spaceship that suddenly teleported to the crash site suddenly teleported into the rear of the battlefield to the Greenskin army. These Greenskins were even wearing huge power armor that fit their bodies and were holding terrifying weapons. With only a small number of troops compared to the front lines, they caused extremely terrible damage to the city of Funas.

Thanks to the timely return of the Salamanders to fill the gap, they were able to drive the enemy's assault team back into the space wreckage before the main enemy force could land.

Recalling the defenders' battle against the wrecked spaceship and their slow advance into the ship's interior, Commissar Arek reached out and clenched his fist against his chest, as if this could calm his wildly beating heart.

After their failed landing attempt, these resourceful greens began to attempt land reclamation. They extracted large quantities of finished steel from the crust of Amegadoton, a planet suspected of having undergone multiple planetary-level civilization modifications, and assembled it into sea fortresses in order to attack the main continent of Amegadoton.

This is good news. Although Amegadoton is an industrial planet, it has long been terraformed by the Mechanicus. It has many complex water sources and mountains, so it would take a long time to launch a large-scale attack by building fortifications.

But this is also bad news, as it means that the Greens seem to have an extraordinary understanding of the planet than humans do, and seem to see themselves as the masters of the planet rather than invaders.

They are integrating the planet's resources.

Limited by its military strength and the fact that its fleet was already struggling against an offensive several times larger than its own forces, the garrison at Amighadoon, even if aware of the situation, could do very little.

Such a passive situation is indeed a huge challenge for a commander.

Commissar Arek continuously analyzed the current situation and constructed a defensive model in his mind. This extremely energy-consuming way of thinking was not a strength of ordinary people, but he was more focused on anticipating the commander's psychology and taking countermeasures.

With the assistance of the Astartes, the detailed execution was much easier for him.

beep--

An alarm suddenly sounded over the loudspeaker, followed by a report from the front lines over the walkie-talkie—

The Greenskins' offensive has begun again.

Commissar Arek straightened the respirator and bent down to walk into the operations command room.

Amigidoton Galaxy.

Although the Greenskins' offensive was hampered on the planet Armageddon, this did not mean that other human colonies in the system were as fortunate as Armageddon.

The Greenskins wantonly ravaged human settlements in the galaxy, turning former industrial colonies into factories for the Greenskins to produce parts, and agricultural centers filled with crops into gardens where the Greenskins and the Greenskins played and frolicked.

Compared to the Greenskins who were seriously fighting humans in Amegadoton, the other Greenskins seemed much happier. They wandered around the galaxy, cheerfully looking for fights and enjoying the joy of victory.

The planetary defense fleet that was once stationed around those satellites was overwhelmed by the sheer number of areas it had to defend. The Greenskins, like those fleets that had just entered from Mandeville, easily tossed around a few times before being divided and surrounded. They eventually became part of the Greenskins' massive, garbage fleet and then headed to Armageddon to fight the Imperial Navy for air superiority.

Overall, considering the Greenskin tribes scattered throughout the galaxy, the Greenskins' power is undoubtedly enormous. Their combined strength is something that even the entire Imaginary star system could not match.

However, at the micro level, the various clan leaders, due to the hasty integration of structures at different stages of evolution, the uneven abilities of the leaders who were eager to fight, coupled with the Greenskins' disastrous execution, all made this Greenskin army seem more like a paper army.

But the Bonebreaker, the warboss who launched this offensive, was not in a hurry.

Anyway, Amegidon is in chaos, and Mandeville is blocked by it. It doesn't have much time to reunite these greenskins. It's good to have a suitable opponent to fight, constantly stimulate the greenskins' nature, and make them bigger, more powerful, and smarter in battle.

But today, a "small wave" of guests arrived in the Amighidodton galaxy.

(End of this chapter)