This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 519 We are all human beings; helping each other is our duty.
The Primarch has arrived.

This news is so good it's hard to contain oneself.

A hundred years ago, many people witnessed the Primarch's mighty presence on the battlefield, which was truly awe-inspiring, but many others did not know just how profound that feeling was.

For those who had not witnessed the Primarch firsthand, it was as if every cell in Commissar Arrek's body had been turned upside down, stretched, and forged into something indescribable.

Primarchs are difficult to describe with praise for ordinary people; perhaps words can no longer adequately express the significance these great beings represent to every human being today.
They are extraordinary in every way.

And that seems to be the case.

When the Lord of Knights appeared on the battlefield, the green-skinned aliens that had long hindered the Empire's advance, caused countless casualties, and even threatened to launch a counterattack crumbled in an instant.

He hadn't even swung his sword yet; the radiance of Excalibur, which had only ever bloomed in Kadia and made even the Eye of Terror cower in its might, hadn't even lit up the horizon.

With just a flash of his figure, he caused the heads of those leaders who had caused countless Astartes great trouble to fall to the ground; his mere presence caused countless solid barriers to collapse.

This is a posture that leaves countless witnesses feeling powerless, making them wonder if everything they did before had any effect.

If the arrival of the Primarch can determine the outcome, then what's the point of their efforts?
Is it true?
The cup vibrated, and a rolling pen was stopped.

Arek looked up and saw a giant dressed in pure black armor.

The giant wore a prosthetic eye, and the psionic stabilization device on the back of his head revealed his identity as a think tank member. What was even more eye-catching was his armor, which was far too deep and black compared to the mainstream paint scheme of the Dark Angels.

Ezekiel, the think tank of the dark angel, is responsible for the ideological reform of most of the other 'unforgivables' who were ultimately judged to have committed non-death offenses in the discussion between Arthur and the Lion. The aim is to take in prisoners and teach them skills and ideas to reform them, eventually appointing them to positions according to their level of understanding, and conducting regular follow-up visits and communications.

Their black armor signifies their identity as both victims and perpetrators of the Dark Angels' secret culture in the past.

“I’ve never felt there’s any benefit in forgiving them.”

Behind Ezekiel, the Ravenwing Master Samuel whispered a complaint to the interrogating priest Sappho beside him.

Now, the six-winged dark angels and the leaders of various monastic orders no longer consider themselves supreme. Since the Lion's return, all the titles and powers of the Supreme Master have been taken over by the Lion.

A return ceremony was also held at the roundtable council, providing emotional value to the lion while also allowing him to directly meet the heads of various departments of the Dark Angels in the 40k era.

"You do not understand."

Sappho shook his head.

"That's exactly how it should be; it will give Your Highness more authority in implementing these measures in the legion."

Sappho, an interrogation priest known for his peaceful nature within the Legion, had the widest network of connections, including even those who had been tried and convicted of unforgivable crimes.

The reason is that when he communicates with those 'unforgivable' individuals who have made mistakes, he does not label them, but chooses to present the evidence normally, relying on the Legion's policies and substantial changes to explain their mistakes, as well as organizing learning sessions, visits to the achievements of the Dark Angels in the new era, and providing necessary privacy protections. Ultimately, he successfully made the war criminals realize their crimes and start anew.

"You're going to spout those high-sounding principles again."

Samuel couldn't help but complain, then waved his hand dismissively.

"Never mind, all I know is that I'm very satisfied with the current legion."

Sappho shook his head helplessly, offering no further instruction.

"Ok?"

Ramses, who was transmitting and collecting battlefield information to outline the battlefield situation in order to deal with emergencies, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

He now understood where those black pearls, which represented the repentance of fallen angels, came from in the history of this interrogating priest.

Honestly, compared to Asmod, that madman still undergoing reformation, if you try to reason with a fallen angel, they might actually repent.

Astartes, on the other hand, is all about being responsive to gentle persuasion but not force.

"How much do we still have?" Arek asked, his gaze sweeping over the two guards behind Ezekiel.

Besides them, there was a Holy Blood Angel and the Supreme Marshal Ledodes, who represented the main force. The armored giants were surrounded by a group of high-ranking officers from other departments, whose uniforms were wrinkled from long hours of work and whose skin was pale and bleached.

"The plan is to complete the centralization from the following nodes in the subcontinent region."

Ezekiel quickly connected the psionic signal to the astronomical node inside the Imperial command vehicle and replied, "I will report back in ten minutes."

Arek smiled when he saw that the other party had chosen to stay with the Space Wolf.

When was the last time the adjutant slept? When was the last time he stopped? How long would it take a mortal to unify such a massive army?
That said, Astartes are indeed much better than them, and the Primarchs are even further away.

Primarchs are born to take the lead, born to be gods, born to solve problems that mortals cannot solve, rather than being confined in a cage of micromanagement.

"Once confirmation is complete, issue the signal for a general offensive."

Arek retrieved the battle commands from the endlessly looping images on his retina.

"Deploy our forces in reverse and cooperate with the garrison forces of each hive to reclaim all other areas on the planet. Once the Primarchs have finished their work, we will also reclaim our home planet."

Ezekiel retreated and awaited orders.

So only one element remained: the part of the defense line that had not yet collapsed. On the main continent of Amegidodton, surrounded by powerful enemies, it was still able to hold onto nine secondary regions. The hives that were still holding out were prominent strongholds, like an arrow shaft inserted into the Greenskins' territory.

They must organize a counterattack as soon as possible to divide the shrinking green skin into another stronghold that can be surrounded and eliminated at will.

With the help of the command center, a hub of thought that brought together countless minds, Political Commissar Arreek was still able to construct a detailed real-time picture from the constant stream of communications: various units requesting reinforcements, reconnaissance aircraft reporting swiftly, and the reorganized command group describing the situation with breathless difficulty.

Using this information, along with real-world footage, he can compile a summary map of the global war situation.

A massive infantry force, with tens of thousands of vanguard troops alone, and millions more new troops pouring in along the cleared paths in front of the network of tunnels, along with countless mobile armored vehicles, walking machines, and gravity platforms, all converged and advanced step by step toward the core. Titans and knights freely entered the inner court of the Beast Fortress, striding forward and crushing everything in their path.

This is a well-organized army.

The torrent broke through the once-unyielding fortress, passed through the broken city walls and barriers, and was accompanied by the screams of green-skinned aliens.

Their momentum was unstoppable, their sharpness irresistible, and they were invincible.

Despite the immense power of the Primal, no one lost their confidence because of it.

They threw themselves into their battle with high spirits, becoming increasingly cautious and careful.

This made Arthur, who had witnessed all of this, smile with satisfaction.

Before the Beast Fortress, many people approached him, and Arthur instructed them to obey the orders of the planet's supreme commander.

It wasn't that the time travelers were being stubborn; it was just that Arthur was well aware of the huge physiological gap between them and the mainstream population of the Empire. However, as beings who had emerged from human society, they were more inclined to integrate into the existing social dynamics.

No matter what, the fact that they can stand here proves that they are human beings.

The two groups are now coming together to explore a better way to get along, which is a two-way journey.

The existence of giants provides ordinary people with a better environment to learn and survive, and together they contribute to the progress of this collective made up of giants and ordinary people.

It should not be a one-sided demand from one party to the other, or a one-sided takeover by one party to the other.

　P.S.: Sorry, it's a bit short, boohoo.

　　I've had too little time lately.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)