This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 520 Even if you raise an army of hundreds of thousands, the evil god won't ignore you.
A barrage of fire tore through the firing walls, steel plates, and walls.

Metal scattered like grain chaff, and the air was filled with thick dust from the flying brick and stone fragments, making the laser projectiles even brighter.

A distant ray of light shone through the gaps, flashing continuously until it finally pierced through the mist and revealed the majestic beast.

Inside the Beast Fortress, in the abdominal cavity of what was once a magnificent ancient behemoth, the beasts, almost fully revived, lay motionless.

tick~
A drop of dirty water fell and splattered on the gradually cooling metal, making a hissing sound.

That is the sweat secreted by the microbial community. The spores that make up the green skin can replace the countless differentiated cells that make up other intelligent life forms, achieving complex energy supply applications with a single structure, thus allowing the simple life of fungi to transform into green beasts that sweep across the galaxy.

tick~
Another drop of sweat fell.

This time the sound was clearer. It landed on the small, cooled spot on the ground and rolled slowly in the small crater caused by the cold contraction. The pheromones, which had not yet been altered by the high temperature, diffused into the air, allowing countless green-skinned creatures that had been forced into a state of calm to experience its sensation.

It's the smell of fear.

From the beast.

"Boss Beast~"

A beast pointed tremblingly to the small pit that had already gathered at the feet of a wild animal.

The strong smell made the already dazed greens even more confused.

"?"

The beast, upon hearing the sound, finally snapped out of its mental daze, which had been cleared up several times, and looked in the direction the orc pointed.

It was a pool of liquid boiling under scorching metal.

"It's sweat~"

We orcs don't pee.

The beast wiped its face, feeling the coldness enveloping its body.

It was the coldness of the air and the tension in the muscles.

The predator's scent licked every inch of skin, the threat from the material world isolating everything, allowing the pure, unique reaction of the real universe to appear in the beast's towering body.

"Suck~"

The beast took a deep breath, the strong sulfurous smell filling its throat, slightly arousing some of the fighting spirit still existing in its soul.

This allows it to raise its head and control the heads of the already collapsing leaders, directing them forward.

It looked ahead, at the creature that had put this pressure on it.

A hot wind howled along the only path that countless shrimps and canned goods had hastily retreated from due to the power of the awakened beasts, at the boundary between light and darkness, stood a person.

It has no three heads and six arms, no wings that grow burning flames, no energy that appears and disappears into the shadows, and no terrifying power like a mad lion.

He is a person.

Clad in black and red armor, with a tall and straight posture, he held a sword in his hand, the blade hanging at his side, the warm sunlight reflecting off its sharp edges.

He strode forward slowly, each step filled with deliberation and caution, yet his demeanor was so composed.

Green-skinned animals kept falling down beside him.

The green-skinned soul shrieked, and the souls of those wild and unruly boys seemed to be sucked away by a black hole. Their fervent battle did not lead them to join the eternal wrestling beside Brother Mao, but rather they were annihilated in the void, drawing a line between life and death with Arthur at the center.

The beast's eyes widened, and an extremely eerie and dangerous sense of familiarity, sprouting from the genetic level, exploded in its mind, followed by a roar from the deeper reaches of the warp.

"That's the Star God!"

"No, I feel like something's not right."

"Able to devour souls, manipulate physical phenomena, and isolate subspace—what else could this be but a Star God?! Could it be me?"

"Then let's assume He is!"

“I think we can’t let Him succeed. I believe that whatever the enemy wants to do, we can’t let them accomplish it.”

"I agree!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill Him!"

The flames of war began to burn fiercely in the beast's mind, and the second brother, who had once paid little attention to the real universe, now roared endlessly.

Indeed, faced with the reason for their own existence, the enemy who annihilated the Ancients and wrecked the real world and the Warp, should they choose to make peace or continue the never-ending war in Heaven?

"Kill Him!"

The beast finally broke free from its instinctive fear, its green light radiating, but it was firmly bound to its armor by an invisible pressure.

“waaaagh!!!”

A violent impact suddenly echoed through the fortress, as if a giant were striking it with a hammer.

For a moment, the Astartes outside thought they were under attack, and the floor surface around them began to twist and deform under the pressure.

Then came a deafening roar like an avalanche, and the horde surged once more, charging toward Arthur with unstoppable momentum.

Even though the information etched into their genes was constantly warning them of the terror of the creatures before them, at this moment, the greens charged forward without hesitation.

Arthur looked up.

Looking at the green tide surging in front of me like a tsunami, and at those twisted, crazed, and murderous faces.

Having already completed his arrangements for his own troops, he made no unnecessary movements. In fact, his face was devoid of any superfluous expression—neither mockery nor anger nor pity, but rather an absolute indifference.

It's like a butcher standing in front of an assembly line, watching batches of ducks being sent over on the conveyor belt, waiting to be slaughtered.

Because killing is not the goal; killing is to achieve the goal.

He did not draw the Sword of Excalibur. The power of the WorldShaper would easily destroy these creations that had been painstakingly excavated and repaired by the Greenskins. He didn't need to use it against these enemies who had lost their courage, were left only with the instinct for survival, and were being urged forward by the gods behind them.

“waaaagh!”

The first green-skinned soldier to charge forward brandished a Field Sword, roaring with a ferocious expression.

Arthur merely twitched his wrist slightly.

puff.

The sound was very soft, almost inaudible. The green-skinned man didn't even feel any pain before his vision suddenly spun around, and he saw a familiar headless corpse, still charging forward, its psionic-powered field sword dull and broken into pieces.

wow~
The knight stepped through the rain of blood, and before the blood could even hit the ground, the forward trajectory of his sword had already taken down two more orcs.

Ten, one hundred, one thousand!
There were no fancy sword techniques used; the swordsmanship consisted mainly of horizontal slashes, vertical cuts, and diagonal thrusts.

When the blade comes into contact with those weapons that flash green light, the fancy effects naturally dissipate, leaving only a pure physical collision.

In this regard—

An iron boot struck the beast's frenzied face, sending him staggering backward.

Upon landing, Arthur drew his sword and thrust, his kick already cracking the beast's mask.

A canned carnivore lunged at him.

Arthur effortlessly traced the path of the blade, raising his hand to pierce the skull of the Killing Can.

hum~
The Sword of Excalibur glowed faintly, and as the Star God Fragment began to output energy, the blade that was constructed grew rapidly with each swing, sweeping deadly across the surrounding area. The greenskins that surrounded them exploded in an instant, leaving only the beasts to defend themselves in a panic, relying on their iron armor to withstand the damage.

He stood at that narrow intersection, like an insurmountable meat grinder. Anyone who entered his sword's range, whether a big guy in power armor or a killing machine wielding a long-dead psionic weapon, would meet the same fate.

The most basic movements, the most efficient.

With a swift and resolute strike, Arthur severed the head of an orc who was panting.

He happened to have some insights into this.
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"grown ups."

Tushan remained immersed in joy.

He stepped forward, wanting to join the Primarch's battle, driven by instinct to confront the beast that had killed his father.

"Don't worry."

Someone stopped him.

Ragnar is organizing troops to bypass the heart of the conflict and cut off the Bonebreakers' retreat route.

Even now that the situation is clear, Ragnar and his men have not relaxed their efforts to contain the Bonecrushers, the current top leader of the Greenskins.

The main point is that, as mentioned above, there's no need to hold back when beating someone; if they die, the one who broke the bones deserves it.

"what happened?"

Tu Shan asked in confusion.

Ragnar scratched his topknot, somewhat speechless.

What else could they be? They'd be completely useless if they went up there. What good would they be besides blocking Prince Arthur's sword swings?

Look at those dark angels.

Moreover, not only the Dark Angels, but even the Knights of the Round Table did not choose to intervene in Arthur's battle.

Unlike the Lion, who can physically expand into Caliban territory and amplify his warriors to fight alongside him, Arthur, naturally isolated from the warp, needs no teammates whatsoever.

They all quickly connected to Armageddon's command system and acted swiftly according to the central command's needs, rather than choosing to stick to the Primarch's side.

Because it doesn't matter.

Companionship during peacetime is enough; they don't need to prove themselves on the battlefield through those ineffective acts of perseverance.

Do you want to hear the truth?

Ragnar pulled Tushan aboard the Rand assault boat. As super-heavy vehicles such as the Flying Blade and the Scimitar were reintroduced to Astartes, the Rand series of armored vehicles, which had served as the main armored force of Astartes for thousands of years, gradually withdrew from the front lines.

However, everyone quickly discovered the RAND's advantage in short-distance mobile transport in complex terrain. After fully absorbing the experience of the White Scars, the armor was reduced and the new generation of RAND speedboats, which focused on speed, were quickly put into service. As armored personnel carriers and auxiliary firepower platforms, they continued to shine.

"It might sound a bit unpleasant."

Having been tormented by his two old men for so many years, Ragnar felt that he still had a high emotional intelligence.

"Please tell me."

Although Tu Shan was somewhat disappointed when he was pulled into the assault boat, his good temper, which he had cultivated since birth, prevented him from lashing out. Instead, he chose to ask questions.

"We'd only cause trouble if we went up there."

Ragnar said it very bluntly.

"."

Tushan fell silent.

That's really hard to hear.

"How many of us are there?"

Inside the assault boat, Ragnar pointed to the combined forces, whose numbers had dwindled to less than a thousand due to the intense raid.

"In this respect, it's not even a fraction of what was recorded in the War of the Beasts back then. When Lord Arthur actually joined the battlefield, he even had to take time to protect us."

The Empire was very clear about the Beast's strength, because not only did he perish together with Vorkan, but he also instantly killed the chapter leader of the Crimson Fist and the Ultramarines in the moment of engagement, and killed hundreds of Astartes in the seconds before Vorkan approached him.

This is not something Astartes can touch.

If the main force were here, there would be no need for Arthur to take action, but isn't the main force being led by the Lion King to put out the fire?
The Lion King is now in charge of putting out fires across the entire galaxy, and in addition, he uses his temper to intimidate the ruling groups on various planets.

Ironically, in those regions that had not yet been directly affected by the Wings of Dawn and still retained the pure 40k style, even the ruthless and decisive Lion King during the Great Expedition seemed somewhat refined and easygoing.

After all, even the Lion King, who is constantly criticized by Guilliman for his penchant for issuing extermination orders everywhere, wouldn't dare say that he can rival the Inquisition in terms of extermination orders.

As for the local ruling group not obeying, just kill them. After all, real-time communication is there. Just cut them down, write a report, and notify Dawnwing. Guilliman and Romulus will make the arrangements, and then the administrative team will move in along the network.

After thirty years of stable development, the Dawn Star Sector has plenty of capable and conscientious officials, not to mention the ability to recruit people from other special zones besides the Hades Star Sector.

Previously, Gao Di was somewhat worried that the regional governors might cause trouble and do something absurd like burning the imperial envoy.

Now it's great, I don't even need your help with the road.

"I understand."

Upon hearing this, Tu Shan sighed, realizing that his impulsiveness had almost caused trouble for the Primarch, and he no longer insisted on dealing with the beast.

However, despite accepting the outcome, Tu Shan still felt a pang of sadness for no apparent reason.

In the past, they didn't even have the chance to fight alongside the father of genetics, and now they don't even have the right to step forward when facing their enemies; all they can do is cause trouble.

This was quite hurtful for Astartes, who was born for war.

"Hey~"

The black-faced giant sighed, and even the light flashing in his scarlet eyes dimmed considerably.

The surrounding fire lizards also turned pale.

It didn't hold a grudge against the wolf for telling the truth; it was just that it felt resentful about its own weakness.

"I'm not trying to be mean, bro."

Noticing Tushan's low spirits and recalling Arthur's earlier urging of the fire lizard, Ragnar took a swig of Fenris mead to perk himself up, his eyes darting around, and then said...

"To be honest, you really can't turn the tide of the battle from the perspective of strength; you have too few people."

"I know."

Tu Shan nodded bitterly.

Although Ragnar's words were indeed quite unpleasant to hear, it was definitely their problem.

"So the problem needs to be solved."

Ragnar raised an eyebrow and reached out to place his hand on Tushan's shoulder armor.

Do you know what the root of these problems is?

Of course Tu Shan knew.

However, before Tushan could answer, Ragnar slapped his hand on the salamander icon.

There are too few of you!

"Too little, it has no power."

Upon hearing Ragnar's words, the salamanders displayed smiles that ranged from awkward to polite to reluctant.

But Ragnar didn't seem to care. He took another swig of mead and said to himself:

"In this day and age, the role of the Legion of Astartes is to stand alone, and we, as the founding Legion, must share the burden for the Primarch."

“Look at Huron, and then look at us Space Wolves. Even without Primarchs, the adults still trust us to defend the Eye of Terror and the Maelstrom, just because there are so many of us.”

Huron was a master of diplomacy; he could not only manage things effectively but also unite a large group of people into a cohesive unit.

Tushan was slightly taken aback, thinking about how these strategic locations were managed so well by Space Wolves and Huron, and Huron's performance in the Battle of the Great Vortex.

Before the Primarch arrived, Huron single-handedly held off Chaos, the Orks, and Tyrannosaurus Rex. Even Abaddon's decapitation strike wasn't actually fatal to him.

If the Primarch hadn't come, he could have simply moved in. He believed that the resistance forces on the surface of Badab and the other twelve planets within the Iron Ring's defense lines would have given Abaddon endless surprises.

And the Space Wolf goes without saying.

Why did Abaddon choose the Maelstrom for his thirteenth Black Crusade?

Come on, pick one of Abaddon's group of brilliant strategists to take on Bjorn and his 100,000 Space Wolves.

If you can beat them, go to the Eye of Fear.

Forget about Abaddon, even if you, the Primarch, came here, you'd get a beating and have to go back.

"Look, I was right."

Seeing that Tushan had begun to think, Ragnar revealed a sly smile.

The Wild Wolves' recent expansion has been quite exaggerated. Although they have the Primarch's backing, even the maverick Wolf Pack knows the consequences of not fitting in.

However, since there has been technical exchange, and the Iron Hands, who are doing alright with the Wild Wolves, don't seem to be pursuing expansion but are quite persistent in sending their troops to their deaths, the Dawnwings' directly subordinate teams cannot be generalized. Therefore, we can only focus our efforts on these brother chapters that do not have Primarchs.

"Think about it, if you Salamanders had been able to muster 100,000 people to help during the War of the Beasts, wouldn't the outcome have been completely different? I'm not trying to be mean, but you've always been resentful about missing out on the War of the Beasts. But even if you had, what difference would you have made?"

"Right?"

Right, is that right?

Tushan hesitated for a moment, but couldn't think of anything to say in rebuttal, so he could only nod hesitantly again.

"See, I told you, this is the most realistic lesson: you can't do anything without soldiers."

Ragnar slammed his right hand into his thigh and began to struggle with Tushan.

"And let me tell you, you can't just expand the Astartes to 100,000 troops by simply adding 100,000. Adding 100,000 troops as common soldiers is useless. There are also supporting auxiliary forces, the Imperial Navy fleet, the Titan Legion, and the supporting industrial, logistical, and replenishment systems behind them. Only when you can support and reconstruct this framework at any time can it be considered finished."

"So that's it."

Tu Shan was quite surprised.

He had always thought that the Primarchs' ability to induce birth was simply a matter of inducing birth, but he never imagined there were so many hidden tricks involved.

Please elaborate.

Tushan's tone became serious.

"It's all about expansion. Look at all these components. Let's not even talk about the fleet and the Titan Legion. Just consider replenishment. The environment on Nocturne is definitely not enough. With only a few million people, it's not even enough to support an industrialized nest. That's when you need to unite with the surrounding planets."

"Don't worry about the pressure from the Empire. The Primarch has always encouraged us to expand appropriately and form an independent and complete system. The Dawnwing also has unified requirements and standards for governance, generally focusing on ensuring people's livelihood. The Dark Angels will also patrol regularly, but I believe you will definitely do a good job. You are the Salamanders."

"Next is the expansion of technology and the training of industrial personnel. We are cooperating with the Steel Hand and the Mechanical Education, but you are all natural forging masters, so the pressure in this regard should not be too great. You just need to standardize the knowledge dissemination channels based on the master-apprentice relationship and establish an education system directly managed by the academy and the Salamander. I believe you can catch up soon."

"Diplomacy goes without saying."

Ragnar tirelessly popularizes science, using a string of technical terms, showing no signs of being a barbarian.

joke.

Ragnar watched as Tushan began to receive information and start thinking, and he began to diligently dig out the valuable information from his own mind.

He spent nine years in prison in Fenris before he even reached adulthood.

Nine years!

Economic and technological development, education and talent cultivation, military building and diplomatic cooperation
Countless painful memories became clearer in Ragnar's mind as he recalled them.

Do you know how he got here?

"The industrial system and the talent system are of paramount importance."

"Believe me, you don't need to worry about the Primarchs' problems right now. The time to truly help them will be when you can actually muster an army of 100,000!"

As Ragnar went on and on, accompanied by the rumbling of the Rand assault boats moving forward, Tushan's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

It was as if a door to a new world had been opened.

　P.S.: Waaaaah, sorry I got home late.
　　I was thinking of slacking off, but then I thought I should finish writing it, sob sob sob.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)