This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 518 You're Not Happy Even When You Actually Come
“waaagh!!!”

The roar of wild beasts descended upon this land once again after ten thousand years.

The solidified WA position surged forth, like a spear piercing through heaven and earth, and was also proof that the ancient existence had reappeared on the earth.

The battle cries were incessant.

Countless green-skinned machines exploded at this moment, and deep green arcs of electricity spread, offering praise for the awakening of the great Beast Emperor.

Countless chaotic and intertwined Greenskin ideologies were unified at this moment. In the eyes of countless Imperial psionicists, they even saw the origin of these creatures through the psionic phantoms that covered half the sky.

That was a terrifying howl emanating from two enormous shadows; any normal living being subjected to such an impact would perish.

Faced with the temptation of human greed, the green-skinned gods made their own response.

"Attention all units!"

Ragnar shouted as he broke free from the first wave of attacks.

He swung his axe, killing a green-skinned creature that was trying to take advantage of him, and quickly tossed a mortal encased in power armor behind him.

After doing all that, he shook his head.

He felt his head was still ringing and could feel blood flowing inside his helmet.

Those mortals who were still able to move quickly carried their comrades affected by the WA force out of the hall. Some people inevitably screamed, as the loss of hearing made it difficult for them to suppress their voices for a moment. Support machines were rushing in to fill the gaps.

"Put on your headphones! Turn on noise suppression!"

Ragnar quickly gave the order, feeling the sudden increase in pressure around him, and asked the think tank loudly, "In the name of the Father, what is that?"

"The psionic response far surpasses Alpha, reaching the Alpha+ level."

A wolf priest answered.

Tu Shan patiently waited for the mortals beneath his feet to leave. Only after the last member had departed did he lift up a fragment of a platform that was over ten meters wide.

He gazed at the enormous shadow in the distant smoke, and thoughts of hatred echoed in his soul.

"It must be the Greenskins who did something to the remains of that Beast Emperor?"

He said quickly.

Before the war, all participating units had comprehensive information about Armageddon, and with a strong command center, there was no situation where I was fighting for you to hold off millions of Orks, and you would turn around and tell others that there were tens of millions of Orks, not telling the truth because you were afraid we would die.

"This doesn't look like something we can handle?"

Ragnar countered, not in a hurry to approach the Beast Emperor, who was a few kilometers away.

He even felt some strain when he killed that big green-skinned guy.

This is just a green skin that has just been affected by the WA stance.

"I think so."

The wolf priest sincerely agreed, pushing his arms forward.

Two wild bolts of lightning shot out, igniting the surrounding electrified air. The lightning struck its target, flipping over the green-skinned enemy troops who were rushing along the narrow passage. They rolled backward and crashed into the molten iron melted by the Beast Emperor's WA field.

This attack halted the Greenskins' advance, allowing the Imperial forces behind Ragnar to organize a defense on the perimeter.

Ragnar adjusted the cable connected to his helmet, signaling the entire team to abandon the assault and quickly withdraw from the platform inside Beast Fortress.

The space here is too cramped. According to the information on the Beast Emperor's combat strength, they would all be killed in a single encounter if they were to fight them head-on.

Tushan hesitated slightly, but quickly responded to Ragnar's decision.

Throughout the entire battle, he discovered that the Salamanders were indeed seriously out of touch with the Empire's mainstream combat methods.

Or perhaps due to the size of their battle groups, their position on the battlefield has always been on the periphery, and they have never been able to join the main force.

While Space Wolves may be savage in their style, they were among the first to respond to the military reforms initiated by Dawn Wings, even earlier than Ultramarines.

It's not just about expanding in numbers; there have also been many changes in military and political relations, in-depth exchanges with various departments of the Empire, especially the Imperial Guard such as the Valhalla Ice Warriors, changes in combat modes, and the establishment of a new battlefield positioning for itself. Space Wolves has accomplished all of these well.

After all, the Space Wolves have never recognized the Astartes Codex, so they can cause no trouble at all, as long as they can keep the wolf cubs obedient.

Unfortunately, the members of Dawnwing were very much to their liking.

"This is Ragnar, command post. Can you hear me? Command post, please respond."

A burst of sparks flew from the cable, nearly igniting Ragnar's wild, jet-black braid.

The young wolf master immediately pulled off the communication device, extinguished the flames on his cheeks, and looked at the wolf priest.

"The command center has responded."

"The wolf priest replied."

Just kidding, everyone has connections in the Warp.

"Who's there? Is it Lord Arthur?"

With the cannons covering the fortress indiscriminately on his back, Ragnar asked again.

The primary requirement of Dawnwing for its military units.

If you encounter a truly difficult problem, report it to the Supreme Command immediately and let the Supreme War Leader make the decision. Do not make assumptions.

This is no longer an era where one person has to bear all the pressure alone. If you insist on recklessly charging ahead, the result will only be that the Empire's orbital strikes and artillery barrage will wipe you out along with the enemy, resulting in a meaningless death.

In the past, many sacrifices made by the empire were made out of necessity. Heroes did not have much time to wait and had to do things they knew were impossible.

But now, isn't Dawnwing supposed to be ensuring communications?

Once we've secured your communications, you can't use those excuses to go and die. You must ensure you obey the orders of the supreme command.

"Yes, my lord."

The wolf priest responded quickly.

"how long?"

Ragnar asked.

"three--"

The wolf priest made a gesture.

Three hours?

Tushan was puzzled. Outside the fortress, which had already been cleared, the Salamander chapter leader stood alone in front of the fortress gate.

"three minutes?"

The knowledgeable Ragnar asked, his face serious as he faced the Greenskins who rushed out from the various breaches of the fortress, seemingly infused with boundless power in an instant.

"two--"

The wolf priest retracted another finger, and the surging psionic energy around him began to subside. Apart from maintaining his connection with the Formless Heaven, his connection with the warp began to weaken to an infinitely thin state.

With a single blow, Tu Shan knocked down a green-skinned creature whose entire body was bursting with green light, tilting his head in disbelief.

Ragnar's eyes widened.

"one!"

“waaagh!!!”

“waa——”

"wa?"

As the priest finished speaking, the Greenskins, who had just begun their frenzied charge as if they had been injected with adrenaline, fell into chaos once again.

Some of the green-skinned soldiers fell down on the spot, clutching their wounds and wailing as if their spines had been ripped out.

Some of the greenskins' weapons exploded instantly, disappearing into ashes along with their charging comrades.

Some of the green-skinned soldiers were lost and confused, repeatedly chanting the slogan of charging forward, but they just couldn't muster the energy.

Ragnar, Tushan, Astartes, and many other psionicists noticed something was amiss.

The world, which had just been altered by the Beast Emperor, has been corrected once again.

Boom! ! !

An explosion occurred amidst the endless smoke and clouds billowing within the Beast Fortress ahead.

Ragnar gazed at the cloud of smoke, constantly adjusting the optical imaging system of his faceplate.

The colossal beast, towering like a Titan warhound, finally opened its eyes.

It is the messenger of Mao Erge, their weapon against those greedy races. Cunning and ruthless, the two cunning and ruthless brothers already know about the shrimp's scheme, and they will not let the shrimp succeed so easily.

It began its review.

It examines whether the world is as it was when it left.

Boom! ! !

The beast's eyes widened.

It saw it. It saw those green-skinned creatures struggling amidst the gunfire.

At this moment, they should be galloping through the artillery fire. The swaying wagons will become more stable under the watchful eye of the Beast Emperor, and the joints between the metal parts will become tighter and tighter until they can withstand the overwhelming artillery fire.

Their bodies will become stronger and their minds will become sharper, enabling them to use larger and more powerful weapons to defeat those oversized and oversized cans.

Then the leaders will become more cunning and gradually gain the upper hand in the battle.

The geniuses will begin to unleash their inspiration, forging even bigger and stronger weapons and equipment for the kids.

But in the present moment.

The beast's gaze swept over his minions.

They were still struggling in the endless storm, with nothing in sight but swirling stains and ashes.

The boys began to lose focus, and the giant junk tank, instead of evolving through repairs, became increasingly disorganized.

The car body vibrated, and parts flew off.

Finally, the chariot, which had just accelerated for a short while, plunged into the sea of ​​fire, carrying the boys who had barely started and quickly lost their momentum.

The beasts were struggling to avoid crashing into the tops of the surrounding spires, while it tirelessly looked around, trying to catch any clues to figure out what was happening at that moment.

The first thing that catches the eye is a grainy, shaky animation.

The explosions were deafening, and the uncontrolled flames spread layer by layer. Like every part of the once magnificent fortress, all that remained before us was a pile of smoke-filled ruins, a ravaged mountain, riddled with plague and structural destruction.

For a time, that was all it could see.

The green-skinned boys struggle to survive amidst the carnage of the Imperial Guard, while also having to be wary of the very creatures that once armed them but now bring death.

Countless large vehicles and war canisters exploded in an accident that should never have happened. Hundreds of burnt-out vehicles lit up the deep valleys torn open by the explosions. The outlines of the buildings in various parts of the fortress gradually emerged from the drifting smoke and haze, their coal-black silhouettes flashing with an eerie green light and the white light bursting from the physical explosions.
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"Croak! What on earth happened?!"

"I suddenly feel so weak!"

In an area behind the battlefield, a master strategist operating a massive dimensional shockwave cannon noticed a group of kids starting to complain.

Not only did the snotty guy's arm become weak, but the artillery operated by the tech guys also lost its accuracy and started exploding everywhere after only a few seconds of precision.

This inevitably caused the big tech hog to become anxious, especially with the constant pressure from the shrimp fans. Its instinct to prove itself made it try to ensure that its big darling could launch again.

The Dimensional Shock Cannon, as the core technology of the Greenskins, occupies the ecological niche of human heavy plasma weapons, physical projectile weapons, and volcano cannons, and is the most common decisive weapon among the Greenskins.

"I think we can still fight!"

Big Tech Boss then called over a few more kids and had them continue throwing snot into the Dimensional Shock Cannon.

However, as the instruments in front of the Great Tech Master began to shake more and more, and the dials symbolizing various indicators began to spin rapidly, the Dimensional Shock Cannon stopped firing a single bullet.

Enraged, the Techies ignored the fading inspiration in its mind and began to overload itself further; however, the data on the dashboard was no longer legible to the naked eye.

Soon, the dimensional shock cannon under its rear began to shake violently, even when the Great Tech Tyrant chose to reduce the energy supply.

The jolts became increasingly violent.

Cold sweat kept seeping from the forehead of the master strategist.

I think it's not working!

"boom!!!"

The entire massive dimensional shockwave cannon suddenly exploded like never before, and the shockwave it released engulfed the Great Technique Master and also detonated the brains of several Greenskin Shamans.

Corpses were flying everywhere.

Foreign objects adhered to unprotected instruments, causing these instruments, which contained enormous energy, to be instantly overloaded and interfered with, and then explode one after another.

It never ends.
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Then it saw it.

No one could miss such a sight with the naked eye; anyone within a hundred kilometers of Beast Fortress could see it, regardless of whether other explosions or disintegrations were taking place around them.

In the Greenskins' territory, a pale green, translucent sphere silently rose from the western fortress, which had not yet been occupied by humans. It expanded at an astonishing speed, then burst forth with intense and dazzling electric light, which escaped from the gaps in the steel plates of the buildings.

A second later, the sound waves arrived, followed by a deafening roar and a howl of air, along with the abrupt shrieks of countless green-skinned and farting demons.

Then, a gust of air swept in, and the raging, scorching wind nearly made them spin out of control, hurtling towards the exterior wall of the nearest residential tower.

What the beast saw deeply shocked it.

The entire area where the green skin is located is mostly collapsing, sliding, and fracturing, disintegrating into massive concrete blocks, all shrouded in that endless, ever-blooming, deep green.

Then the psionic runaway triggered a second round of explosions.

The Imperial Guards, who had followed the command center's orders to evacuate the open areas, could see the towering fortress structures beginning to collapse, sinking slowly but resolutely, creating hurricanes that tore at clothing at hundreds of kilometers per hour and whistled past their ears.

Although difficult to identify during violent earthquakes and eyepiece tremors.

But on the other side, Ragnar only felt that he saw something dazzling still burning in the ruins, like a dwarf star crashing through the asteroid belt, causing a series of explosions.

The collapse slowly came to a halt, raising a cloud of dust the size of a mountain. Entrained by static electricity, it rose from the entire area. Only a long, jagged gap remained on the western shoulder of the Beast Fortress, almost tens of kilometers wide, constantly flashing with the light of residual explosions, reduced to utter ruins.

The counterattack launched by countless greens has been brought to an end.

He was killed by his own weapons and psionic energy.

It was as if the WA position had lost its effectiveness, and the technology that protected them could no longer provide any help.

The power of the warp has failed.

For a moment, the beast was speechless.

The battle cry that was about to be uttered had to be swallowed back down.

It uttered its first words upon returning to this world.

It cursed in disbelief.

"What's that!?"
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Those were the elite troops of the First Legion.

A ruthless warrior, so cold-blooded that it's impossible to look him in the eye.

The sonic boom swept across the subcontinent of Amegidodton like thunder. Clusters of bright white fissures burst open like open bags in the network of cracks protected by the Imperial Guard, and figures fell from the cracks accompanied by twisting and tearing noises.

They emerged from the gaps between the nets, the gaps behind them then contracting and closing like white rose petals, before disappearing like smoke and dust.

wow~
A figure landed directly in the center of the wide city wall platform.

It landed calmly, stepped onto the city wall, and its body rapidly changed position amidst constant illusions and flashes, as if strolling leisurely.

He was taller than the other figures, clad in finely crafted armor, with faint gold etched between the deep black and blood red. He crouched down, casually tossing aside the head of a green-skinned warlord, and held a heavy black longsword in his right hand.

The knight looked around.

The First Legion's soldiers have crossed the Maurice Wall and, responding to the orders of the local supreme commander, are slaughtering the scattered greenskins on the wide top of the Maurice Wall.

More warriors are breaking in on Stormbirds, beginning to fill the gaps in the encirclement and making the Greenskins' living space increasingly cramped.

The First Legion has entered and integrated into the battlefield in Amegiddon.

Arthur slowly got up.

His crimson cloak billowed out like a dazzling flag, fluttering in the wind.

He raised his head, looking intently at the scene of destruction before him.

His eyes gleamed in the firelight, and his short golden hair fluttered in the night wind, whipped and tossed by the gusts of wind from the countless explosions ahead.

"I have arrived."

Before the burning gates of the Beast Fortress, beside the troops who stood ready to face the Beast Emperor, Arthur spoke thus.

The sound echoed in the ears of every soldier who could receive the information through countless communication systems.

"I am coming."

A calm announcement, a ruin reduced to ashes, and a group of terrified enemies.

The greatest threat to humanity has already ended simply by its arrival and its very existence.

the most important is--

Arthur looked at the countless people who were still able to enjoy the fruits of victory.

They can catch up.

Countless people cheered excitedly.
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"Damn it, I wish Ruth could be like that too."

Ragnar cheered softly, but couldn't help criticizing his own wolf king.

"He arrived just as promised. Anyone who didn't know better would think that Prince Arthur was our original form."

One of the wolf cubs muttered to himself, clenching his fist involuntarily because of this damn sense of security.

"When will Lord Bjorn be able to gather everyone together?"

Some people were shouting and cursing, appearing impatient.

(End of this chapter)