This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 506 What do you mean by "There's a legend in the subspace"? You killed the Four Gods Elbows once.

The heavy atmosphere was dispelled by the faint light, as if an invisible barrier had been broken.

"it's over?"

"The young man from Hades' Nest asked."

He panted heavily, pushed the half-green leather suit into the fire, leaned against the adamantite skeleton, and laboriously pulled out the potion module from inside the thigh armor.

Among them, nutritional supplements, combat stimulants, and recovery drugs were specially provided to elite soldiers like them who had undergone specialized physical enhancement modifications.

I glanced at the capacity.

Empty.

After observing a moment of silence for 0.13 seconds for his liver and kidneys, the young soldier rummaged inside the metal box, took out a new module, and installed it.

“I don’t think so, Ryan.”

Caroline shook her head, dispelling those confused thoughts, and pointed forward.

Ryan looked in the direction she pointed.

On the land that had been ravaged by artillery fire countless times, a figure moved around a burning vehicle. He could hear the sounds of impact and crackling in the wind, sounds like tree branches being snapped and air being cut, like the Astartes teleporting, but with a slight difference.

They were infantry.

A ground force, numbering several hundred, surrounded the defenders from the west; they were many small black dots.

"We still have time."

Ryan told his comrades to quickly organize the engineers to repair their power armor and remove ready-made armor from the bodies of their fallen comrades.

"We are still very far away from them, they..."

Some black dots began to grow larger, revealing their outlines, leaping over the land formed by green-skinned corpses, rushing towards them at a speed that Ryan found unbelievable.

He could hear the sound of horses' hooves.

It wasn't like today, or even a few days ago, when they faced the Greenskins' offensive, listening to the metallic clanging of the earth as those war-torn races unleashed their cannons amidst the thunderous drumbeats.

That was indeed the sound of hooves.

Wow!

The massive hooves trampled the mud, turning the dry, fluffy ash from the flames into scorched earth soaked in blood.

Khorne's thirst for blood is insatiable. When everyone else thinks it's time, only the Blood God will roar and make the lives entangled in war bleed even more.

If that's not enough, He will come and get it himself.

Horse hooves and cow horns were faintly visible in the smoke and ice, and the flames dispelled the chill.

The devil has arrived.

In this land, eternally cursed by the invasion of the demonic Primarch Angron, demons emerge through the turbulent emotions of war and the blood in the soil.

They were ferocious beasts, terrifying creations from the Warp, with even hooves and broad horns, legs and knees like goats, and torsos resembling ogres, their skin charred black, their brass armor gleaming.

From where she stood, Caroline could see eighty-eight demons swooping down, their faces contorted in grotesque grimaces, just like the demons described in the ancient and strange books that the Inquisitors had taught them in their special courses.

She felt as if the knife in her hand was nothing, as fragile and powerless as the ice shards gradually melting on her armor.

She felt the true fear within her grow as cold as ice.

They are not human.

"Ah."

She gave a relieved chuckle and complained to her comrades, "Is this the devil coming to collect a debt on behalf of their master?"

“Oh, Saint Karna above, why must the flames cloud my senses?”

Some people squatted on the ground, removing the heavy plasma energy core and replacing the gun barrel, and couldn't help but complain.

"These green ones are damn durable, just like the combustible organic minerals that my dad and I used to dig out for warmth in the fiery wasteland when I was a kid."

"Do you think it's possible that those ores were formed from green ore?"

"?"

The crowd did not show much panic at the appearance of the Khorne demon.

Putting aside the fact that the Khorne demons have been spawning all over the galaxy over the past decade or so, almost everyone knows that behind every major war, there will inevitably be those scarlet, bloodthirsty demons, and the news simply cannot be suppressed.

Caroline and the others were not ordinary soldiers either.

As a result of the mortal forces formed during the thirty years of military reform, they can be transferred by organizations such as the Tribunal and Astana to supplement the members of these elite combat forces when necessary. Naturally, they have access to more information than other brother units and are more aware of the changes in the battlefield environment as the flames of war spread across the galaxy.

In every battle, especially those involving their elite forces, they must be mentally prepared for the appearance of demons.

Especially the demons Khorne and Nurgle.

After all, unlike Tzeentch and Slaanesh, who always preferred to mess with the big shots with names and identities, and whose information was completely blocked, Nurgle's plague and Khorne's minions could very well find their way to these soldiers before the enemy's weapons in every war.

Like a maggot clinging to a bone.

And the most deadly thing in a real fight is the Khorne demon.

These demons truly possess formidable military skills and group combat capabilities. When necessary, they can even perform feats like "openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass" for the Empire, causing immense suffering to the commanders who come into contact with them.

The remaining troops quickly regrouped, verbally proving to each other that they were still alive, while keeping an eye on the approaching enemy.

Fully armed Khorne demons, driven by their instinct for war, converged on the location of the paratrooper unit, which included elites equipped with enchanted weapons, the flames on their swords resembling torches.

However, since their soulless ones are still alive, there's not too much to worry about enchanted weapons cutting them right through.

Some Chaos Wrathful Demons were still circling in the sky. These chaotic creatures, which were recorded in detail in the Ministry of Military Affairs, appeared along with the Khorne Demon ecosystem and had completely lost their bat-like bodies.

To adapt to the increasingly brutal warfare, they became deadly, their bodies bulging with enormous muscles, making them the kind of bloodthirsty monsters that inspire hallucinations of even more deadly and terrifying creatures.

Caroline glanced at the burly man beside her, who was much taller and bigger than them. He was a guy who had lived in the most treacherous environment of Amagidon since childhood, and I think his name was Rambo.

She had heard his story before. Apparently, he was an unlucky political commissar from the Ministry of Military Affairs who had foolishly recruited a soldier from the Katachon Field Army. As one of the soldier's guards, he was also assigned to Katachon. He was an extremely unlucky guy.

Having survived the baptism of that deadly world, he was the biggest man here, and each of these guys was twice his size.

Even three times.

The faces of those Khorne demons, driven mad by war, the weapons they wielded, and the Blood Crushers who mingled among them, riding steel bulls and advancing with a more professional and calm demeanor.

There was also a strong odor, not the irritating stench of green-skinned animals, but a bloody smell that constantly aroused the killing instincts of intelligent life.

Even through the armor, the smell lingered.

"It's true, the aliens left and chaos came, and chaos came and the aliens left."

As the unique odor of the Khorne demon, a mixture of engine oil and roasted fungus, wafted towards her, Caroline calmly asked:
How long until our reinforcements arrive?

Their squad achieved remarkable results, almost wiping out all the nearby greenskins.

The remaining green-skinned tribes that could still be seen on the wasteland were also fleeing towards the core area of ​​the Amegidodton subcontinent after their leader was beheaded by Astartes.

Caroline instinctively didn't believe that a commander capable of organizing such an offensive would give up such a chance. After all, if these greenskins were allowed to run back unharmed, they would soon elect a stronger leader than before.

"I don't know, and I don't care—"

The communications soldier muttered to himself, fiddling with the communications array on his back. Feeling uneasy, he took a piece of sheet metal from the body of his fallen comrade and gestured for his comrade to cover it with a welding torch.

He had doubts about whether Pokryshkin could survive to meet them, but the normal operation of the communication equipment ensured that they could be taken along when the main force advanced to their side.

Even though they had to undergo quarantine and investigation because of the demonic invasion, at least they could have a decent meal and get some sleep before the next operation.

The communications soldier first confirmed that the recording was stable, to ensure that if everyone really died, they would have the same opportunity to leave a last message as the soldiers who had died before. Then he said, "But I think we should survive this round first."

"what?"

Caroline's voice sounded like it was filled with a big question mark.

She was met with a distressed expression from the communications soldier.

Fearing that the faceplate would conceal his expression, he innocently shrugged, only to be elbowed by the sappers who were welding his armor.

He doesn't know how to make psionic calls.

There's no way around it. The area behind the Greenskins, with its powerful WAG field, has now been contaminated by Khonne. Unless you're from the Astartes Institute or one of those chosen psionicists, you simply can't survive.

"Okay, I'll survive this round."

She spat, and the pre-installed syringe inside her armor injected the medicine into her body, providing energy to her fragile mortal form.

Holding the incendiary rifle in front of her and gripping her combat knife, she began to mutter to herself:
"For humanity, for the Emperor, for Karna, for the Primarch, wherever you are, show some mercy to your soldiers, for the sake of all the living people still in Armageddon..."

Long~Long~Long~
Those things are getting closer.

“Oh, Your Majesty, this is far more exaggerated than the cultists I wiped out in Nest City.”

More people saw those monsters clearly.

There were only 88 people, but the pressure they exerted was like facing a thousand troops.

"Can we win?"

"I think we can deduce from the timeline that the main force will arrive soon..."

Ryan operated the heavy plasma, shouting as loudly as he could make his voice sound clear and firm, as if that would allow them to wipe out all enemies.

"Perhaps Lord Pokryshkin will come to pick us up."

His optimism made those around him chuckle.

With the Greenskins' anti-aircraft firepower, they're probably only capable of annihilating the Imperial Air Force. It's better to pray that Pokryshkin survives than that they can wipe out those Khorne Demons without bloodshed.

"Oh, then we're all safe and sound."

Caroline smiled slightly, then regained her serious expression and said, after confirming that the weapon had returned to normal, she immediately turned on the camera and connected it to the power armor's servo system.

"The military has given us a record: use heavy weapons for bombing. Don't waste time firing small guns and cannons. Champions, come forward with me. Fire teams, get as close as possible to engage."

She quickly repeated the rules for dealing with the Khorne demon, and then took the lead to the front line.

"One thousand meters!"

she shouted.

The shadowy figure drew closer, and she could see some towering structures.

Khorne Blood Beast.

A unique type of Chaos Egg among the Khorne Demons, these blood beasts are more disciplined and fight to the death than monsters that are purely corrupted by chaos and stitched together.

Caroline's face darkened.

Damn it, are they not going to give them some kind of nonsensical thing like a Chaos Beast, Chaos Chariot, or Chaos Astartes later on?
"Eight hundred meters!"

As if in response to Caroline and the others, a towering silhouette appeared along with the Khorne Bloodcrushers that began to run.

The Shrine of Khorne's War.

These are ritual objects used by cultists to perform acts of terror, and in the cursed land of Amegiddon, the scorching lava underground forms the vessel for these fiery rituals.

It stands eight meters tall and is equipped with a skull magic cannon, chaos runes, and a crusher winch.
The servo system quickly provided the other party's configuration and even marked which areas were weak points.

That's quite detailed. How many times has the Military Affairs Department fought against the Khorne demon?
For no apparent reason, the thought of hell popped into Caroline's mind.

Boom!

The skull cannon spewed out a head enveloped in warp flames, instantly piercing through the outer adamantine shield, before losing power before entering the area where the soulless were concentrated.

For subspace creations, the protection of the material universe is no longer of much concern.

"Four hundred meters!"

she shouted.

"We're fucking dead! Nana!"

Someone called out, incorporating Caroline's nickname.

"If I hear you say that again, you're fucking dead!"

Caroline turned her head and shouted:
"Approaching 130 meters! One last time! Three!"

The first to approach were the slightly less powerful ordinary Khorne vampires.

"two!"

Those guys charged through the flames, their formation tight.

"one!"

They had rushed close, and everyone could see the fanaticism in the monsters' eyes and the blood god's praises that kept being murmured from the corners of their mouths.

"Fire!"

Caroline pressed down on her arm.

The demon's roar was met with a blazing golden light.

The volcanic cannon's beam blasted the leading creature apart, tearing it in two from head to toe. It fell into the steaming dust, its bloody bones exposed to the sunlight. Ryan's heavy plasma weapon overturned the second one, and a barrage of concentrated heavy weapons pinned it to the ground and tore it into pieces.

The laser guns and live ammunition weapons salvaged from the Chimera tank began to roar.

The uneven lines of soldiers began firing, and the automatic burrowing fortresses quickly sprang up from the ground, the barrage of bullets suppressing the leading Khorne demons that had already begun to accelerate.

hum~
The 'Lady' emitted a charging sound, and Caroline tentatively fired a shot at the demon in front of her, leaving a smoking scar the size of a dinner plate on its body.

The vampire roared and pounced on Caroline.

"Damn it!"

Imperial soldiers' automatic cannons continued to fire, cone-shaped flashes of fire dancing around the muzzles. The bullets struck the body of the Khorne demon with a clanging sound, and then, along with the clanging shell casings, they splashed onto the ground like water droplets.

An exterminator used an Angel's Tear grenade launcher to take down a target. It took him four shots to bring the target to the ground before he was pinned to the ground by a thrown demon sword.

Caroline threw the 'lady' into the dirt, completely ignoring the whimpering sound she made as she cooled down.

She dodged the vampire's first attack, but the plasma from behind grazed her and struck the Khorne demon, knocking it to the ground. However, it quickly struggled to its feet from the dust, leaving only a shallow wound on its forehead.

The wounded Khorne demon lunged forward, and Caroline met it head-on, paying the price of a sword wound to her thigh. But with the beast so close, that was enough.

puff!

She plunged her combat knife into the opponent's skull from top to bottom, causing the opponent to stiffen. Knowing the regulations of the Military Affairs Department well, she then expended her strength to slash at the vampire's neck, which was slightly more fragile than his body.

The head fell to the ground. The headless corpse of the Khorne demon crashed to the ground a few meters from her feet.

Unfortunately, because the Khorne demon's head was too sharp, the skull couldn't roll and was quickly crushed by the approaching vampires.

Two more Blood Crushers riding Steel Bulls followed closely behind.

Caroline leaned back, released her combat knife, and reached for the handle that had been hidden at her lower back.

"bring it on!"

Caroline roared at the charging Khorne demon.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

The demon Khorne roared and swung his sword, which clashed with the battle blade.

Caroline felt like all the bones in her body were about to shatter.

"Roar!"

The demon opened its massive jaws and lunged forward, seemingly intending to rip her head off.

Click!

She gripped the foregrip tightly and pulled hard. The demon sword, having lost its grip, embedded itself in her shoulder. But the fully charged plasma pistol was also pressed against the Khorne demon's chin, blasting its skull into a ball of bright blue flame.

Caroline fell to the ground, raised her hand and fired a second plasma shot, melting a portion of the land and drawing the charge of the two Blood Crushers that were trying to squeeze through the gap into the adamantine protective net, which was unusually narrow compared to their bodies.

She struggled to her feet, trying to stop one more.

But those enraged demons, those Khorne demons, had already charged into the battle lines.

An Extinction Man was dragged to the ground. He tried to kick the enemy away with his exoskeleton, which was thicker than that of a regular paratrooper, but the Angry Demon took him directly into the air and tore him apart mercilessly until he could no longer make a sound. Then, he and the Angry Demon were engulfed in an even more violent explosion.

Two Khorne demons seized the militiaman and began to fight over his body, tearing him in two. Four other soldiers were thrown to the ground, their limbs twisted and bones broken, and were devoured. Some tried to escape, but the vast majority did not get far.

A Khorne Bloodcrusher came after Ryan.

He saw the wild, bestial eyes of the steel bull as it sat down, its gaping maw, and its exposed belly as it pounced.

At the moment it pounced, its brilliant attack attracted the concentrated fire of all the heavy weapons.

Even with Khorne's blessing, and even though most of the weapons had lost their ability to recharge, the power still stripped the armor covering Steel Bull's body.

Click!

A giant sword swung horizontally, cleaving the Blood Crusher and its mount in two from bottom to top.

Ryan looked at Rambo, still shaken, thinking he had died in the melee.

"Caroline!"

Ryan quickly got up and shouted towards the trenches ahead.

Caroline turned around.

The vampire, who had just killed another mortal champion, lunged at her from the left, his face covered in blood.

The plasma has no chance to be recharged.

click!
He parried with his sword, but his right arm was completely destroyed. He then raised his knee and struck the enemy in the abdomen, causing him to stagger a few steps.

Caroline pulled out a plasma grenade and shoved it, along with her left hand, into the vampire's mouth, then kicked him out of the trench.

The close-range explosion tore it apart, but the aftershocks also knocked her to the ground. Her head slammed against the trench's steel cables, and she struggled to her knees, dizzy and disoriented, her coat disheveled, large chunks of her power armor lying on the ground.

The enraged demon, which had been circling and dodging in the air, spotted its weakened prey and charged towards her.

With a muffled thud, a radiation grenade hit, killing it instantly with temperatures comparable to the core of the sun. However, another Blood Crusher pounced from the left.

Caroline twisted her body, but remained kneeling on the ground.

"Try this, warp scum!"

Ryan used a brief burst of energy to knock his opponent away, and the warriors forged by Katachon quickly pounced forward.

Caroline looked up at Rambo.

The ground sank.

The colossal beast carrying the Chaos War Shrine stepped onto this stronghold.

In an instant, my vision was covered by the bloody light.

"Feel sorry--"

Caroline smiled with relief.

This is what humanity must face in this universe.

A war that can never be ended.

Even though they were equipped with the most advanced weapons and received the best treatment, they still endured this seemingly endless torment from one another.

However, it can't be called a loss.

I've heard that warriors who fight for humanity are selected by the Primarch even if they die. I've killed so many enemies, surely I can earn a chance to continue fighting and achieve victory under the Primarch's command.

Caroline felt like she was already having a revolving lantern of memories.

"No, there is still a chance."

Under Rambo's cover, Ryan dragged his superior to higher ground to prevent him from being drowned in the rising blood.

"Hold on a little longer!"

he shouted.

It will be ready soon.

Wuwuwu——

A long shadow swept over the two of them.

Something was sweeping around them with overwhelming force, as if countless bolts of lightning were striking the earth at the same time. Caroline rolled over and tightly hugged her comrade who was dragging her, pulling them down together under the adamantine skeleton. The living people around also reacted quickly, rolling around in a heap, making it impossible to tell who was hugging whom or who was knocking down whom.

Boom.

The thunder rumbled incessantly, kicking up clouds of dust across the wasteland. Everyone could feel the shockwaves, like giants walking, causing the ground around them to tremble. The earth beneath them shook like drumheads, and the Khorne demon convulsed and shattered in the violent kinetic energy descending from the sky.

Acrid yellow dust and red blood mist rose into the air.

An air raid?!
Caroline pinned the young man from Hades down, looked up, and was so shocked she almost froze.

She used Ryan's hand, which had loosened in bewilderment, to wipe the blood and dust off her visor.

A familiar Valkyrie plane hovered almost directly overhead, less than thirty meters above her, like a dark shadow in the sky. Caroline could even feel its wind pressure.

The weapon pods under the fuselage were spewing out a torrential barrage of suppressive fire, slaughtering and driving back the Khorne demons that were besieging a small group of surviving soldiers, and completely clearing the ground around them.

However, from the sky, at those defensive points formed by paratroopers, more Khorne demons had already surrounded them. The demons, whom Khorne had 'gifted' to them, were fearless and swarmed forward like a tide, hundreds and thousands of them, attracted by the smell of blood and war, pouring from the wreckage of the green-skinned ones toward the tormented victors, trying to devour them.

The plane climbed rapidly, drawing an arc and rolling half a circle. Its exaggerated maneuvering directly shook off a green-skinned fighter jet that was trying to take the opportunity to bite its tail. The entire aircraft quickly flipped upside down and cut into a dive. The remaining ammunition in the air was aimed at the tiny Khorne demons on the ground, which looked like ants.

The Valkyrie's weapon tore through the surging tide, its rotating automatic cannon barrel glowing red like a signal flare, spitting out a dense hail of bullets while simultaneously navigating the circling Marauder ground attack aircraft.

Through her blood-smeared vision, Caroline saw the Blood Shrine torn apart on the spot by the ground-to-ground plasma cannon of the attack aircraft. The dense plasma was like a line of lasers. Under the weapon that truly belonged to the beauty of human industry, the blessing of the Blood God was scraped away, leaving only ashes and bone fragments.

Chi!

The weapon pods spun, weaving a ring of fire around the paratroopers. The Khorne Demon's proud ranged resistance was no longer invincible against these heavy artillery-like projectiles.

Then, the hinges slid, the ramp extended, and the aircraft, its color largely stripped away by the laser and shockwave, opened its entire front cabin door.

"Get on board! Space is limited, discard your weapons and supplies! Don't bring anything except your armor!"

The array equipment on the remains of the communications soldier flickered on its own, and a familiar voice rang in Ryan's ears, echoing in the broadcast outside.

"Lord Pokryshkin!"

Ryan exclaimed in surprise and ran quickly towards the cabin, picking up Caroline's right hand that had fallen to the ground.

"you are still alive?"

"What, you don't recognize it anymore just because you changed planes?"

Pokryshkin joked with a smile.

"It's so good that you're still alive!"

"You're too easily satisfied."

Stabilizing the joystick, Pokryshkin looked up at the sky.

A massive shadow loomed over us.

It was neither the chaotic, disordered sounds of the Greenskins, nor the erratic echoes of Khorne hidden behind the shadows of war.

Instead, it was a more magnificent and orderly rumbling sound.

It's like a steel giant taking a stride; the buzzing sound is the blood gushing from its pipes, the rumbling sound is the heartbeat of its pulsating bones, and the booming sound is its raised palm, swinging a heavy punch at the enemy.

That belonged to humanity, to the magnificent, sky-covering army they created through their conquests.

The ground was a steel torrent moving around Titans and Imperial command vehicles.

Their bullets seemed to be spraying out of thin air, like a propelling eraser, diluting the paths created by the paratrooper units and launching concentrated attacks. Whether it was a trap hidden underground or an enemy still on the run, they were all completely annihilated under the endless barrage.

The sky was filled with dense escort formations.

Aerial bombs, nuclear weapons, gravity bombs.
Ground attack aircraft precisely skimmed the ground along the lines drawn by the paratroopers, while heavy bombers dropped their long-prepared "gifts" onto the enemy's open fields.

Countless explosive charges, piled up in the various hives of Amighiddon and powerful enough to tear apart all the Blood God's blessings, were sent into the belly of the fighter jets and then launched at the scavengers emerging from the ashes of the battlefield, burning to ashes any monsters or demons who tried to seize the fruits of human victory.

One after another, Valkyries carried the remnants of the army into the sky.

Look, that's everything they created.

The evil gods of the warp can transform desire into flesh and armor, which, through the creations of our brethren, will bring forth our vengeance.

If the Blood God wants to protect His minions and demonstrate His authority, then let Him do so, and use His privilege to protect the chosen ones shrouded in endless iron rain.

Your anger is boundless, and so is our steel.

Caroline and her comrades supported each other, huddled together in the slightly crowded space, watching the small flowers blooming below and the streaks of light plowed out by the attack aircraft.

They watched as the demons and shrines struggled against the endless attacks, and as the bloodthirsty madmen who tried to annihilate an entire legion took flight in panic, only to be enveloped by the light spears falling from outside the atmosphere and ground to dust.

She, and countless comrades-in-arms beside her, felt a surge of pride that rose in their hearts for no apparent reason.

Countless soldiers, finally freed from the flames of war, were able to stop and cheer for the magnificent and boundless legion that had advanced to their side!

The Valkyrie began to slow down.

They are approaching the military train's internal testing area, a gathering place for various reserve units. Once inside, they will disembark, rest, reflect, summarize, and heal the wounds left by a battle.

Then they marched into battle once again.
-
Arek put down the statistics handed to him by the court.

"There are far more squads remaining than expected, and the pressure of the raid is much less. These are the demons."

"Leave it to us."

The judge didn't rush to create panic within the ranks during wartime. Instead, he said seriously, "We can't just abandon those paratroopers. Just execute the attack well, focus on finding the Bonecrushers! Leave the Chaos Contamination to us!"

Unlike in the past, at least from a commander's perspective, handing a soldier over to a judge is not an unacceptable thing.

"it is good."

Arek nodded, continuing to focus on the main force's advance, leaving the problem of chaos contamination behind.

Unlike things that can be seen and touched, those hidden shadows in the warp will likely haunt them like maggots for a long time.

All they did was do their job well.
-
"It's chaos again."

Arthur stared at the battle reports sent back from the front lines.

Amegidon's surface consists of three continents, separated by oceans. The North Pole, a continent covered in wastelands and volcanoes, is known as the Fire Wasteland. The South Pole, an area covered in pure ice and snow, is the Land of Death. The middle continent is the main settlement for humans, divided into a main continent and a subcontinent by dense jungles and the ocean that occasionally floods in.

Aside from the rampant chaos pollution at both levels, the indelible chaos pollution left behind by Angron has reappeared and is currently engaged in fierce fighting with the forces of the Mechanicus. This has made it difficult for the Mechanicus, which is also an important defensive force in Amegidodton, to extricate itself. At present, Arek has broken through the barrier of the jungle and set foot in the subcontinent region. The advance of his forces is going much more smoothly than expected.

This stemmed from Arrek's skillful management and utilization of the planet's remaining resources, as well as the rapid selection of Arrek through the promotion process at the beginning of the war.

Given Armageddon's formidable industrial capabilities, the ability to organize and utilize such a massive military force makes the current victory seem almost inevitable.

Arthur was satisfied with this.

Even the Imperial Navy made misjudgments in the early stages of the war.

At least after realizing their mistake, they didn't rush to gather together and jump onto Armageddon, giving the Greenskin fleet that was waiting there a huge gift. Instead, they began to steadily conquer the planets isolated by the Greenskin fleet and rhythmically sent small fleets to Armageddon to test the Greenskins' defensive firepower.

All four members of Dawnwing are alike; they all like to view things with an optimistic mindset.

In his eyes, the Imperial Army's current independent response to threats has reached a barely acceptable standard, and a longer period of continuous effort is still needed.

If the Battle of Badab is a textbook example of how the Astartes fought against Chaos after separating from the Primarch, it also demonstrates the advantages that the Sector forces organized by the Astartes possess in dealing with multiple threats.

The war at Amegiddund showed the Dawnwings the impact of military reforms on mortal forces, ensuring the minimum level of protection for mortal organizations when facing threats in emergency situations.

Commanders like Arek, who can fully mobilize Imperial resources for combat, deserve special attention. In the future, Dawnwing plans to grant these commanders more and more centralized power.

Admittedly, entrusting such enormous power to one person is very risky, meaning that chaos only needs to corrupt that one person to cause trouble, but times have changed.

Arthur looked at the emperor, who was chatting with Ramses while wearing the face of an apprentice.

If even an emperor who can exercise his initiative, along with these variables, cannot retain these talents in the subspace, then humanity is truly doomed.

Arthur stepped forward, ready to discuss the Khorne threat from Amighiddon with his companions.

"What are you talking about?"

As they approached, Ramses's signature booming voice rang out.

As if he had discussed something mind-blowing with the Emperor, Ramses held his head in his hands, staring incredulously at the Emperor who was devouring the food supplies of the Eternal Expedition like a starving ghost.

"What do you mean by saying there's a legend in the subspace that you killed the Four Gods Elbows once?"

　P.S.: The new plot made me laugh.

　　I hereby publicly declare that I have never, in any context or in any form, ridiculed, satirized, defamed, or attacked the views of the great Guilliman Regency.

　　Regency Guilliman was the greatest prophet. His exceptional wisdom and intuition were not something that low-level literature like numerology or imperial pronouncements could claim to be sacred. He was absolutely not some 'psychic Muggle' or 'blue Oglin' ​​of elbow-striking nature.'

　　
　
(End of this chapter)