This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 502 This world is a giant "Where Are We Going, Dad?"

Amegidodon, outside Hades's lair, inside the Imperial command vehicle
After the Primarch completed the handover of battlefield information, it entered a brief period of silence.

Although it was uncertain whether the delay was due to distance, the silence, which lasted only a few seconds to the human senses, still felt like an eternity to Commissar Arek.

Has there been a flaw in my plan? Is my understanding of the enemy still insufficient? Is my vision limited to the planet Amegidodun without considering the impact of Amegidodun maintaining the status quo on the surrounding area?

However, as time goes by, the warriors will inevitably become exhausted, and Amegiddund will have less and less power to rely on. The power that he has gathered for a desperate gamble will eventually have to be poured into the seemingly endless battlefields of various districts.

Arek looked around. The duty officers changed one after another, and the Armageddon command center kept sending out instructions. The constant noise never stopped. Even when they were resting, they waited in this environment.

Except for Astartes.

Arek couldn't help but cast an envious glance at Tushan, who remained unmoved.

In the years following their meeting on the surface of Amegiddon, this chapter commander was deployed to the battlefield hundreds of times to resolve difficulties that would be exceptionally difficult for mortals or to carry out orders that would be too harsh for the Astragalus.

The war left countless marks on his body; the unrepaired scratches and dents are now clearly visible on his plate armor.

However, he showed no signs of fatigue, just as he always had, just like he had years ago, a typical Astartes. Tushan stood like a statue before several mortals, whose eyes were filled with confusion and barely concealed fatigue.

As Arek pondered this, he tried to wipe the coffee residue that had condensed on the corner of his mouth with his finger.

Making achievements is the pursuit of every commander. Naturally, he is not satisfied with a simple stalemate. The breakthrough is right in front of him. Every being who yearns for great achievements hopes to have the opportunity to move towards a greater cause.

He then breathed a sigh of relief and put those questions behind him.

It doesn't matter. Since he has consulted the highest-ranking officer, all he has to do is carry it out, regardless of the outcome.

The etiquette and rules that the imperial upper echelons usually demand of them, as well as the strict military regulations within each legion, are meant to make them disregard these formalities and choose to obey orders at this moment.

and--

He looked up and gazed at the Primarchs, who, though blurry, still possessed an undeniable grandeur and majesty.

This is the original.

"Commissar Arek."

The Primarch spoke.

Arek raised his head, straightened his chest, and tried his best to maintain a better posture at this moment.

"Your plan is quite feasible."

The Empire has many tactical talents. If you attend a few tactical meetings of the War Council, you'll see how perfectly they can plan a war.

However, few people can give their tactics practical significance. If their plans cannot be implemented, then no matter how good or bad they may be, they are meaningless in the current situation.

Arek was able to present this plan to the Primarch because he could truly field a purely mechanized combat force, primarily composed of 130,000 Armageddon Steel Legions, supplemented by over 5 million Planetary Defense Forces, and relying on strategic siege equipment for forced assaults.

Moreover, the governance of the Dawn Sector has been quite effective in recent years. Even the Planetary Defense Force, including those temporarily recruited members, are able to become familiar with the equipment they need to operate thanks to the 'military training' policy maintained on the Amegiddon homeland for a long time, rather than being lured up from the lower nests by the promise of status from the upper nests.

Anyway, Arthur and his group really couldn't figure out what kind of fighting power a bunch of troops who grew up in the harsh environment of Lower Nest, malnourished, parasite-ridden, and deviantly religious, with empty heads, could have when they were conscripted into the army and thrown into battle.

"Tushan—"

Arthur did not directly give specific instructions on Arek's deployment, but instead turned his head to Tushan and spoke.

"The Salamander Legion's forces are a bit small."

In Arthur's view, the only drawback of this force was the insufficient number of Astartes, which could only serve as auxiliary forces to fill gaps rather than spearheads for breakthroughs.

After all, the Salamanders brought five companies with them on this trip, and two more companies were responsible for guarding the warband's home planet, Nocturne.

Fortunately, Nocturne is a dead world with an unprecedentedly harsh environment. The massive volcanic chains, frequent earthquakes, huge amounts of radiation, and turbulent lava seas have all labeled this planet as unsuitable for life.

So even though it was close to the Euclius battleground, the three races' battle royale tournament, Nocturne was surprisingly not attacked much. The Fourth and Seventh Companies stationed there still had the capacity to support other battlefields.

"grown ups."

Tushan was taken aback at first, and then felt helpless.

The Salamanders Chapter's homeworld and satellites are both death zones, with environments far more severe than Fenris, like two hells, one in the north and one in the south, one cold and one hot.

While the selection process of the Key Salamanders Chapter is no less rigorous than that of the Space Wolves, and its internal system is extremely strict, it has always adhered to the principle of voluntariness, and its recruitment has never been based on the oppression of the planet's inhabitants.

This directly led to the fire salamander becoming the most magical creature in the founding team.

In the 40k era, other startup groups either secretly overstaffed, such as burying veterans in stasis fields, or remained superficially united with other subgroups. Only the Salamanders, such an oddball company, has maintained around 700 people all year round.

Did Volcan not want to dismantle the warband back then?
Isn't this because there's no way to demolish it?
The few well-known sub-chapters, such as the Black Dragon Chapter, are products of the cursed founding of the army, and the widespread skeletal mutations among them have caused great distress to successive chapter leaders.

In Arthur's view, another major reason why the Salamanders are few in number is their internal Prometheusian cult.

Influenced by the Prometheusian sect, which places great emphasis on independence, loyalty, and self-sacrifice, many of these values ​​stem from lessons learned during blacksmith training, with patience and perseverance being highly regarded qualities.

The hammer and fire are important symbols in the doctrines of the Prometheusian sect.

The Salamanders' fighting brothers commonly undergo branding and burning rituals to leave scars as a test within the chapter. The Salamanders have rather exaggerated self-mutilation behaviors. In addition to those ritual scars, they also frequently walk through burning charcoal and carry scorching hot metal rods to test their inner strength.

Such a brutal internal selection process makes many reservists from the Dawn Sector, who have received formal education and are either directly under the Dawnwing or are being recruited by other Astartes chapters, hesitant to even consider joining the Salamanders.

The time travelers also disagreed with this.

To be honest, they really couldn't understand why such cruel torture and selection had to be used to prove whether a person was steadfast. They hadn't seen the Astartes who entered the Dark Angels, Blood Angels, Ultramarines, and other chapters do this.

There are many ways to assess a person's steadfast faith. The Prometheus sect has survived to this day and can cultivate warriors like the Salamanders, so it must have its good core ideas. We can take the essence and discard the dross, and there is no need to keep an eye on our own people and cause them trouble.

However, while the Black men are gentle in their dealings with others, they are exceptionally stubborn in their beliefs.

This directly makes it difficult for Dawnwing to promote the values ​​of Salamanders actively integrating into mortal society. Currently, their role models are still the Lamenters from the Blood Angels, and more commonly, the elite aristocratic ideology of the Ultramarines that believes in 'the strong must lead the weak and be responsible for the weak'.

I know you're right, but the reality is that you have few people and no voice. Could you please change those abstract review criteria so we can help you expand your team?

Look, the Space Wolves next door are already approaching 200,000 people.

Taking this opportunity, Arthur planned to speak with Tushan in person.

"My lord, I."

However, Tu Shan continued to stammer as usual.

Clearly, this kind of conversation has taken place more than once between the two sides.

As a Chapter Master, he was well aware that in the current reality where various founding chapters, under the leadership of the Primarch, had broken free from the shackles of the Holy Scriptures and were expanding their armies on a massive scale, the decline of the Salamander Chapter would further diminish their influence within the Imperium, let alone enable them to fulfill the Primarch's expectations of them. However, his unwavering faith also made him believe that this would tarnish the purity of the Prometheusian faith.

See? This is the downside of religion.

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Seeing that Tu Shan still looked conflicted, Arthur and Ramses exchanged a helpless glance.

Fortunately, their hometown had a rich historical background, which allowed them to intentionally seize supreme religious power while establishing the Dawn Star District government, just like the ancient emperors of their hometown. Otherwise, they might have had to go through a lot of trouble.

"Could you project that item over there?"

Arthur asked Ramses.

"can."

Ramses nodded.

The hand-hammer creations of Volkan are all infused with souls and have some degree of warp energy, so projecting them over to create a bloodline connection is not a problem.

"I think the Salamanders Chapter should have some record that when Vokhan directly led the Salamanders, he was always troubled by the number of his offspring."

The projection of the Knight Lord solidified, appearing remarkably lifelike.

As his projection raised its palm, an exceptionally large furnace core, resembling an eternally burning star, appeared before Tu Shan.

Thanks to Chogochi's assistance, and the technical support of the old prophet Uslan and Tarasim.

From the moment the Dawnwings set the tone for the Primarchs' return, the clown troupe, capable of efficiently traversing the Webpaths, was forced by the Dawnwings to perform plays for the Eldar in the park, conducting ideological work centered on reviewing history and warning against its lessons. Their remaining task was to help the Dawnwings search for artifacts that they believed were missing.

Compared to Primarch Fernus of the Iron Hand, who was also skilled at forging artifacts and whose extensive combat experience left traces throughout the galaxy, leaving countless secrets for future generations to uncover, the artifacts left by Vorkan for his offspring were all traceable.

Nine items.

The three-piece set of Volkan's personal equipment consists of: the entropy-increasing weapon: Volkan's Spear; the legendary fire salamander leather armor: Kassar's Cloak; and the flamethrower gauntlets of unknown origin: Forging Hand.

The forge ship 'Flame Grail' possesses automated production technology far exceeding the Empire's conventional productivity levels, ensuring that the Salamander Chapter has virtually no shortage of excellent weapons and equipment.

The Eye of Vokhan, a laser defense weapon that can be mounted on the 'Flame Grail' and cover the entire planet Nocturne and its satellites, is one of the reasons why the Salamanders were able to spare a large number of combat forces to provide support in various places during the Zerg hive invasion.

And the four artifacts that have not yet been recovered: the Sorrow Engine, the Obsidian Chariot, the Song of Entropy, and the Unbound Flame.

The rest were all destroyed by Wokan himself.

The reason why Vokhan destroyed many of the things he created was because these things were too dangerous, and it would be troublesome if they fell into the hands of bad people.

Felus said that Vokhan was worrying unnecessarily, and then dispersed his creations and dangerous items collected during the Great Crusade to many planets, and equipped them with defense facilities he designed and manufactured, so that Iron Hand had to fight against the security system left by his father if he wanted to retrieve his father's relics.

The fact that these nine artifacts were preserved is largely thanks to the persuasion of the master forger, Tekel.

"If they are used properly, they will help humanity, such as Lord Dorne, Lord Guilliman—and even Lord Ruth!"

After thinking it over, Wokan agreed with his son's statement.

Destroying all weapons out of fear that they will fall into the hands of bad guys is tantamount to giving up hope. At the very least, one should believe that the loyalty and love inherent in humanity will allow these weapons to be put to practical use and play a sufficient role.

As Volkan disappeared again during the War of the Beasts more than seven thousand years ago, the salamanders, over the long course of time, glimpsed revelations once more in the Codex of Flames, a collection of scrolls sealed with dragon skins and containing countless secret histories left by the Father of Genetics.

To collect the nine lost artifacts, Vokhan will return once more.

The Emperor has checked it, and the revelation is fine. It seems the problem is that the beasts of Volkan died rather tragically in the war, and they need to be summoned back through a real-world initiation ceremony.

What Dawnwing found in this short period of time was the 'Unbound Flame,' for which clues had already been revealed during the 40k era and which had already attracted the attention of the great collector Tarasin long before Dawnwing appeared.

"My lord, what is this?!"

Clearly feeling the call from his bloodline, Tu Shan's expression changed drastically.

"The Flame of Unboundness, one of the nine artifacts lost by Vokhan."

Ramses spoke, looking at Tushan, whose face was filled with shock.

While their faith may be unwavering, when combined with the artifacts in the Primarch's possession, their power was truly different from before.

The attitude of many founding Astartes towards the Wings of Dawn has always been somewhat ambiguous.

Respect and awe are common, but ultimately lack a real sense of reality. Apart from the Dark Angels and the Blood Angels, the rest are more or less like using the Primarchs as substitutes.

But all of this was turned upside down during Macurag's victory celebration that spanned the entire universe.

Recently, there has been no shortage of discussion about these adults in the various startup groups' small circles.

look--

When Arthur strolled to the old site of Caliban in the Misty Starfield, the Lion came to life.

Romulus provided support towards Great Altramor, and Guilliman also came back to life.

Everyone held a victory celebration in Altramor, and Corax returned.

It's said that the Iron Hands have also received some inside information and have recently embarked on a path of seeking glorious death by rushing towards those covering battlefields.

You can make a living wherever you go!
If in the past, the existence of the Dawnwings was a glimmer of hope and solace for the chapters that had struggled for so long in this despairing universe, then now they are like mortals who have been blessed by the Primarch, just like a beam of light that moths chase after.

It's important to know that Lion King and Phenus are the Primarchs who are clearly recorded as having died in battle.

They all survived.

And what about our immortal father?

“I don’t think Wokan would want to see so few offspring, much less that they would want to see them unable to protect the beautiful things they long to protect.”

Arthur spoke again.

“I command you as Primarch, Chapter Master Tushan, I need an answer.”

"this--"

Unfortunately, the Primarch's goodwill was rather exaggerated, and he was met with a sour look from the Grand Marshal of the Black Sanctuary within the web.

Tushan hesitated.

　P.S.: Waaaaaah
　　
　
(End of this chapter)