This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 521 Inviting the Beast into the Trap
The troop carrier kept shaking and lurching, sometimes due to the driver's actions, and sometimes because it was hit and deviated from its course.

It felt like most of the impact came from small arms fire, and we were attacked by laser guns as we approached the enemy positions.

Most of the shots missed, but even the few that did hit didn't cause any serious problems. The operator struggled to operate the control lever, making the new troop carrier fly like a fish swimming in the ocean, passing through the thick smoke cloud in front of it, leaving behind the fire points that had been reduced to ruins by the air strikes.

Inside the cabin, the wolf priest was exchanging combat details with the salamander's second-in-command, feeling somewhat helpless about Ragnar's instilling of ambitious ideas into Tushan.

"In the early expansion of the Legion, we can fully rely on the Dawnwings. The approval of planetary administration certificates, the delivery of resources, the removal of technological restrictions, and most importantly, the genetic seed that the Dawnwings can support."

For some unknown reason, they revealed their secret of possessing all the Legion's genetic seeds as early as the Primarchs' emergence, which is one of the reasons why many Chapters rely on the Dawnwings the most.

If you want pure gene seeds, go ask the Primarchs; they will definitely have the purest ones, no deception whatsoever.

Tu Shan nodded.

He sat alone in a crew cabin, secured by his seatbelt, listening to Ragnar recount the details while also wondering when the journey would end.

"Of course, we can ask for people directly. The Dawn Wings actually have a high number of warriors in each legion."

Fearing that Tushan might not be familiar with this issue, Ragnar deliberately emphasized the original Astartes belonging to the Great Sage Belisarius Caul, who had been blacklisted by all the Space Marines.

The Primitive Forging Surgery was actually completed quite early, but the surgery was further optimized by AI in Pield, which greatly improved the success rate and combat effectiveness of the last three stages of the surgery. At Guilliman's request, Caul gradually stored a large number of Primitive Forged Space Marines in various parts of the galaxy over the past ten thousand years.

Based on rough estimates, the total number of these original Space Marines should be between 300,000 and 500,000.

There are 84,000 hidden on Mars alone. In order not to provoke the High Lord, they had to be secretly transported out first before revealing the matter to prevent the other party from taking desperate measures. As for the discrepancy in the number, the reason is that Caul has deleted too many memories over the past ten thousand years. He may have forgotten the storage locations of some of the original Space Marines.
Moreover, the great sage who could create the Primitive Creator, a being who combined the genes of twenty Legions and Caul himself, was certainly not an honest man. Over the years, he had left behind many Primitive Creator Space Marines throughout the galaxy, whose bloodlines were diverse, encompassing all twenty Legions.

Tushan nodded again.

He knew about the original Space Marines; the former Chapter Master of the Dawnwing who fled was led by this group. The former Priest who fled with the Chapter Master had emphasized that this group was like a group of Ultramarines with the blood of the Lord of Fire Dragons flowing through their veins.

I wouldn't say I hate it, but it's a little awkward.

A bunch of salamanders who believe in the truth of the Empire and worship the Primarch Guilliman, the Ultramarines.
The children of Nocturne Star find it hard to hold back.

However, Dawnwings had no objection to the faith within the chapter and maintained a level playing field.

The State Religion, the Angelic Church, the Death Worship Church, the Imperial Truth, and various other sects all have offices on Dawn Star, and due to their functions, they are crammed together, with their office signs squeezed together.

The reason for not recalling them isn't because the Salamanders are xenophobic, but because these people are too wealthy; the Salamanders dare not take them in, as they simply cannot support the framework.

"The problem in this regard stems primarily from Guilliman's ambitious personal behavior, a result of his arrogant self-righteousness."

Ragnar continued his slander, following the Legion's tradition.

"Dawnwings also carefully considered the feelings of each chapter in the subsequent arrangements, and will not force them to accept their fate. They have all been incorporated into the Dawnwings' organization and can be freely received by each chapter, depending on the resources of both sides. The principle of taking the founding chapter as the absolute core is respected. The traitorous legions, except for those with dead demonic principalities, have not been activated, but have been kept sealed and will be activated again after the influence of the demonic principalities is isolated."

Most of the original Space Marines had no objection to this.

Let alone the maddening environment of the 40k era, even during the Great Expedition, instability was a label that was always used to purge. Don't you see that Saint Geres, who was regarded by countless people as the perfect embodiment, was always trembling with fear for the Blood Angels until the Siege of Terra?

The reason I stopped worrying afterwards wasn't because I'd figured things out, but because the person was gone.

Therefore, not activating it is better for both sides, as it preserves the lives of one side and eliminates the risks for the other.

"The key is still the supporting facilities that serve the entire combat system. Anyone can just pull out 100,000 Astartes."

"The Ultramarines' squadrons number close to 500,000, but can they really fight? Their actual combat strength is at most 200,000, which is no match for the dozens of squadrons in Great Alteramar and the Maelstrom. If they are wiped out, they can raise another batch with the same combat strength within six months. Other squadrons would be dragged down if half of their brothers were killed, and they would not be able to recover for at least 20 or 30 years."

"And this is the true strength of a legion, this is the true capability a legion should possess, this is the Astartes that the Primarch truly wanted to lead!"

"so--"

Tushan looked thoughtful and asked Ragnar:
"If we can complete the above reforms, will we be able to achieve the level of independence that the Primarch envisioned?"

If you believe your ideas are superior to the mainstream ideology of the Empire, and your virtues are commensurate with the vast majority of humanity in the Empire, then expand, put them into practice, and extend your influence to more people, instead of isolating yourself and standing by indifferently.

The Wings of Dawn have only one requirement: that you, as a ruler, enable people to live better lives than in the past, and as warriors, become stronger than in the past.

The Dawnwings themselves are the most powerful regulators and enforcers, brimming with authority under the will of the four Primarchs.

Judging from his tone, this battle group leader has truly come to his senses.

"Of course."

Ragnar smiled confidently, looking at Tushan who clearly had figured something out, and truly felt that his years in prison had not been in vain.

All he wants now is to bring Ruth back to jail.

I believe the Space Wolves brothers think the same way.

Especially the wolves that still reside in Fenris and other icy planets.

"Let alone just rescuing people, even if we beat him down and brought him back, it wouldn't be a problem."

Ragnar thumped his chest, quite confidently.

In theory, a single Primarch would require tens of thousands of Astartes and their accompanying military force, and if facing a Primarch alone, the number could be even less.

Putting aside the fact that Wild Wolves has Bjorn, an old veteran with rich experience in fighting Primarchs, Angron's activity over the past ten thousand years in this era of data sharing undoubtedly proves this point.

The most recent one, 444.M41, was the First Amegidon War, in which the World Eaters, led by Primarch Angron, launched an attack on Amegidon.

Even the Grey Knight survivors who participated in that war are still alive. They once beat their chests and regretted banishing Angron directly instead of using human lives to keep Angron confined in the gap between reality and the warp, waiting for the Dawnwing to arrive so that this chronic disease of humanity could be solved forever.

Therefore, the formula that the Legion is greater than the Primarch holds true if the evil god does not intervene.

Of course, the Knight King, the Archangel, and the God of No Form are not included in this discussion.

Even though he was too young to have directly witnessed Kadia's earth-shattering sword strike, Ragnar, having completed his inheritance, still had a good grasp of the actual combat capabilities of the Primarchs.

A series of Space Marines from the Great Crusade era agreed that these three could not be compared to the Primarchs from the Great Crusade era in terms of actual combat strength.

Back then, if even one of them had survived Horus, they wouldn't have made it to the solar system.

But it doesn’t matter.

"Wolf Lord!"

The driver exhaled a puff of hot air and shouted a warning.

"The orc prophet is less than five kilometers away from us. The squadron has locked onto the demon skull embedded in his back. Prepare for battle."

Even as they passed through the surrounding areas, for a long time, the desolate city was incredibly empty during this brief period of all-out attack, as if the massacre was so thorough that only scorching stones remained in the entire region.

Through the frost-covered observation window, he could spot scattered green-skinned warbands in the ash-filled cracks below, sneaking from one bunker to the next, but none of them were very large.

Fenrir's Frost Prison Crystals can not only be used to forge individual weapons, but also provide a superior cooling material for countless overheated machines, allowing war machines to maintain their most efficient operation for extended periods.

This is also Fenris's most precious industrial resource, and after undergoing reliability verification at the Lamenter level, it has become a hot commodity within the Empire.

Ragnar fell silent, his expression turning serious.

Tushan put aside his doubts and focused on the questions that had puzzled him, preparing to consult on them after the battle.

The Bonebreaker was determined to run away, so the orcs were also unusually resolute in their escape.

With the beasts holding back the strongest fighting force, it led the participating leaders and guards to retreat, attempting to rendezvous with the net tunnel area occupied by the greens.

The event is about to start.

As the tank returned with a crisp screech of brakes, Ragnar rose from his seat.

He led them out of the chariot, and the soft feel of the stone floor underfoot quickly brought back the feeling of the battlefield.

The smoke and clouds were denser at the cracks leading to the craters, swirling and dancing like a black blizzard. The stone walls and walkway floor were completely integrated, and with every step, you could see the air carrying ash rising from beneath your feet.

The green-skinned guards stationed here are dead; their ghastly green corpses lie sprawled on the ground.

In Ragnar's view, most of the Greenskins seemed to be in a trance, perhaps because they had taken combat potions, or perhaps they were simply indulging in killing. Some of the Space Marines in the crowd had strings of Greenskin skulls and empty armor fragments hanging around their shoulders, proclaiming their great achievements.

Through the omnipresent thick fog, he could see even larger machines treading over the ruins in the distance—knights, Imperial infantry walkers, even reconnaissance Titans. These creatures weren't even fighting; they were trying to reach the blockade area. The increasingly cramped space was filled with more and more bodies, making passage difficult. In the blink of an eye, the rear had become the front line.

The Imperial Army, having fallen behind in a crushing massacre, was eager to catch up.

"Did you see that, Ragnar brothers?"

Tushan's voice came from behind; he was operating the secondary divination device.

Salamanders are very skilled at using these personal instruments.

"Do you think it's incredible?"

Ragnar wore an expression that seemed perfectly natural.

"It's like queuing to get in."

Is there still resistance?

"I didn't see it."

"Then let's focus on our goals and do what we can do now."

Ragnar quickly locked onto the green-skinned army that was constantly fleeing from all sides, and the Frost Prison weapons exuded a chilling aura.

One hundred Astartes can determine the outcome of a local war.

A thousand Astartes together with the Imperial Guard could easily chase the Bonecrushers into a panic.

An Astartes Legion can defeat a Primarch.

The eighteen Astartes Legions are capable of conquering the galaxy.

Ragnar's expectations for the Space Wolf were not so exaggerated as to be unattainable.

"For Ruth, for all the Fathers, for humanity!"

Young Wolf Lord raised Frostmourne and charged towards the orcs, with his comrades following behind him, their most rousing battle cries emanating from their MK10 helmets.

"attack!"

As long as I can beat Russ, that's fine.

"kill!"

The gray and green warriors caught up with the retreating green tide. The space wolves brandished their weapons, stirring up a bloodbath within the orc army and causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees. The fire lizards followed closely behind, their skillfully used explosive weapons piercing through the wolves' bodies and tearing crimson gashes between the green-skinned ranks.

Clang!
Ragnar ducked to avoid the power claw of an orc leader, then wildly raised his greatsword and severed it in half. With his left hand, he drew his plasma pistol and shoved it at another orc leader.

Boom!

The exploding plasma sphere engulfed half of the orc's body, and its devastating power caused panic among the orcs who were covering the retreat.

Stepping on the fallen corpse, and using the height advantage provided by the green fleshy cushions, Ragnar leaped high into the air, slaying a large orc while looking ahead.

He saw with his naked eye the figure heading towards the entrance of the net passage, the back of the figure bearing the insignia of the Goff clan painted on their armor.

"The one with the black horns and green power armor is a Bonecrusher!"

Ragnar drew the short axe hanging from his waist, activated the Disintegration Field, and threw it at his opponent.

The power of the original Space Marines has surpassed that of many ballistic launchers to a certain extent, not to mention that Ragnar is one of the best among them.

Boom!

A big guy loyally blocked the attack.

A clever little devil shook his head, his eyes darting around, and then leaped up on the spot, hanging onto the shoulder armor of the Bonebreaker. This not only concealed the Bonebreaker's insignia, preserving the Bonebreaker's dignity, but also cleverly ensured his own safety, giving him a "hanging ticket" on his escape route.

snort!
The Bonebreaker had obviously noticed this as well, but being as cunning as it was, it wouldn't care about such a trivial matter at this moment.

Hooray! ! !

Another precise burst of combustion rays pierced through.

The Bone Crusher twisted his body as if he had a premonition.

The ray grazed the shoulder armor, erasing the insignia and, incidentally, the smug little devil who had been gloating over his choice just a moment before.

"The one carrying the demon's skull is the Bonecrusher!"

Ragnar shouted again, guiding the wolf pack.

Demons don't leave behind corpses. The Greenskins' minds are so powerful that they believe they can keep the demon's head, and that the demon's head will be kept as a trophy.

This makes people marvel at the Greenskins' abilities, but also wary of whether they might pull off a miracle at a crucial moment.

"Damn canned food!"

The Bonebreaker, who had already fled in terror, would naturally not abandon his bones and armor. His dignity as a Greenskin Prophet compelled him to maintain his remaining authority, even if it meant dying for it.

Leading his buddies to run away is one thing, but abandoning the dignity of a leader to run away is another.

"I will definitely come back!"

The Bonebreaker roared, uttered a harsh threat, and did not turn back.

Amidst the surprised gazes of everyone, the fleeing green-skinned group slipped effortlessly into the entrance to the network tunnel, without even causing a ripple of rejection.

"!!!"

Ragnar stopped immediately.

He quickly suppressed his exaggerated killing intent, turned around to help the wolves hunt down the remaining greenskins, and looked at the wolf priest who had been striking lightning in the sky just a moment before.

"Report! The Bonebreaker has entered the Netway."

"clear."

A white light shone in the wolf priest's eyes.

This made Tu Shan inadvertently envious of the connection between Space Wolf and Dawn Wings.

"Roger that!"

It went very smoothly, without any delays whatsoever.

Ramses, who had been lying in ambush in the warp, finally withdrew some of his attention from Arthur and smiled.

In the void that merges into the chaotic tides, war machines composed of the Tuchucha Engine, Ouroboros, and the Heart of Plague are already poised for battle.

"Is it all set up? Do I need to top up my account?"

He turned to look at the Emperor, who was still elbowing his endless personality against each other, trying to achieve his goal of refreshing the Cursed Legion on the Internet, and also preparing to fight with Brother Mao.

"."

The emperor remained silent, a chaotic golden light gleaming in his eyes, and he reluctantly gave Ramses an OK sign.

Having survived the onslaught of the real universe, now it's time to face the onslaught of the warp.

We need to eat with both hands, and we need to get food with both hands.

Only then can it be considered sound.

　P.S.: Sorry, sob sob, it's so late!

　　I'm sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)