This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 575 Soldier Leman Russ, heed my command!
841.m41, the intensity of this war, which was initiated by the human side, has further escalated.

First, the counterattack from chaos was extremely powerful.

This is not only reflected in local battlefields like the Comoros and the warp, but also in the real universe, in regions that even the Imperial's main forces cannot reach, and in regions that are constantly tormented by the effects of the warp due to the scars left from the past.

Those regions were either very, very far away from the Astartes forces that had assembled into legions, at least hundreds of light-years away, and all the locations were very far away, because the size of the Empire was indeed almost unimaginable to mortals.

Either the chaotic pollution has become the norm, requiring resources to be poured into it day after day for decades in order to truly maintain stability.

For example, Terra.

As the conflict between humanity and the Chaos Gods was brought into the open amidst waves of conflict instigated by the Primarchs or the Gods themselves, neither the Emperors nor Chaos bothered to continue the charade.

This allowed the high lords who remained in Terra to personally experience the history of the siege of Terra during the Great Rebellion, which was recorded in historical texts.

The crystals buried deep beneath Terra by Tzeentch, the remnants of Khorne's early human worship of a god, Nurgle's equal gaze upon every life, Slaanesh's constant whispers in the ears of the Empire's high command, and their loyalty to the Emperor and humanity itself—all these elements combine to make Terra a veritable hodgepodge.

An overwhelming demonic army, a mushroom cloud that blots out the sky, and stacks of documents piled up and growing ever taller.
A series of heavy void shields have failed, and the air in the surrounding area is contaminated by persistent primal static electricity and overpressure. East of the Terra Liongate spaceport, the shields protecting the palace have suffered a series of collapses, and the resulting warp pulses have destroyed conventional communication equipment and all kinds of communication networks connected to it.

Of course, having learned from so many mistakes, humans now have a better understanding of their enemies and know what to do next.

Before the command center could update the next order, soldiers began to retreat in an orderly manner from the war-torn areas, leaving behind the dead bodies on the battlefield.

In Terra, a section of Liongate Airport, a logistics hub, was engulfed in flames that could be seen even from outer space.

Driven by the gods, the demons poured out from an area that could have caused countless members of the Demon Inquisition to emit sharp, explosive sounds. The massive demon army surged forward along the roads of the undefended area, conquering the Shigatse fortifications and Haldwani trench bastions, which had also suffered from rebel attacks during the Great Rebellion. With great strategic acumen, they further besieged the Saradin and Carnarli node hubs and destroyed the agricultural region west of what was once South America.

After a short rest, the troops that had regrouped could clearly hear the rumble of the demon engines as they marched through their force feedback armor, which was covered by energy shields. The sky was shrouded in low smoke, and only the residential areas near the airport could be seen with ground attack aircraft.

But no one could believe that the world that began as an empire would fall.

Before the birth of those humans who were working in those positions, when they all looked up at the sky for the first time, they also witnessed just how vast and invincible the space fortress defense network built by the Wings of Dawn in various star sectors affected by it was, with the Weeping Ones as the safety standard.

These fortresses, through efficient coordination, devour resources transported from other safe production zones.

These resources were allocated by the Imperial Council, a new central body composed of Primarchs and representatives of various human races. They were transmitted through various information hubs that combined the wisdom of humans, Eldar, and Eldar gods, and were promptly delivered to the worlds that needed them, aided by the vast Charter Fleet and the gradually opening Webway system.

Such scenes are playing out all over the Milky Way.

A powerful core ensured the normal operation of the empire, and the defense system built over a long period of time effectively prevented unnecessary losses that might be caused by the chaotic side.

On this basis, those who are already worthy of being called outstanding individuals, and who can still make the empire last for ten thousand years even in harsh environments, can naturally do even more.

One after another, towering fortresses pierced the clouds, their tops invisible even on a clear day. These blessed war fortresses became the rivets that welded those planets to the empire's borders.

Then add a little bit of the Cursed Legion as appropriate.

Terra is impregnable.

The requirements for Terra are not high for Dawnwing.

Just don't let it explode.

On this point, they still trusted the High Lord.

Expecting a high lord to govern the empire was indeed a pipe dream, and Guilliman still regrets it to this day.

However, it is still not a problem for the High Lords to preserve the existence of Terra, which has gradually transformed into the Imperial World, in the real universe and stabilize the situation in the Solar System, amidst the increasing chaos.

They were all outstanding individuals. Although their thoughts were somewhat abstract due to the long-term influence of the empire, their loyalty and competence were beyond question.

"Wait a moment."

When his companions looked over, Romulus glanced at them without even looking up, and held up a finger to signal them to be patient.

The person waiting was Arthur, and beside him was a group of busy officers.

They watched as the Lord of the Stars, the Wings of Dawn, meticulously reviewed the data feedback at his workbench without even blinking.

"It's truly art."

Ionid Hill remarked, "I have always admired how these two gentlemen persevered."

That kind of glory that one has planned out is given to others, while one can only sit on the throne, watching the same events constantly flash through one's mind, while still maintaining enough spirituality to see the differences and make reasonable decisions.

"hehe."

Erector de la Cruz, the Grand Steward of the Overlord, chuckled softly. As the former Lord of the Invincible Iron Guard, he shared a deep bond with Hill. The war had already left countless scars, and it seemed it would continue.

However, the past is very different from the present, at least for the Primarch.

With clear division of labor, there is no longer a need for a single Primarch to handle all affairs, and no longer a need for eighteen repetitive and redundant governing structures within the Empire.

"Yes, I admire him very much."

De la Cruz whispered:

"I wish it could continue like this. I want to watch him work, and for it to continue like this. It would be a real pleasure, an immense pleasure."

In this war-torn universe, for a Primarch, being able to sit peacefully on the throne and handle one's duties without having to engage in bloody battles is an absolute luxury.

In the past, few Astartes were aware of this.

Of course, more and more Astartes are now aware of this.

'But I really don't want to stay here, since Lord Guilliman is in charge of all the political affairs.'

Hill looked like he couldn't take it anymore.

If I had known this would happen, I would have been better off staying in the Cursed Legion.

The Dawn Command Center continuously sent out instructions to the outside world; the constant noise never stopped, and those around waited in this environment.

Romulus could see every tiny detail of the palace at the same time, though this was done through the screens around him and the feedback from the invincible guards around him.

He combined real-world observation with focused concentration, analyzing data, extracting information, making decisions, and achieving his goals step by step.

While armies, coalescing into colossal fists, triumphantly advanced across battlefields, this ruler who oversaw the empire's physical development was busy patching up the armor and flesh of the massive human empire.

Terra's safety, the growing unease of cultists and separatist forces, the defense of various sectors attacked by Chaos, the opportunistic Xenomorphs, and the Terran swarms shifting their attack direction once again.
A series of documents were processed, archived, and then continuously sent to Arthur, along with Romulus's conclusions.

No additional reserve forces are needed.

[The Dark Angels, Space Wolves, and Black Templars, which are currently the main forces of the Empire, can all concentrate fully on the war against Chaos without having to divide their forces to defend other areas of the Empire.]

Arthur didn't say anything, but gave Romulus a thumbs-up from afar, and then slammed his fist on the table with Azrael to decide on their next move.

"call."

After finishing all this, a brief moment of free time arrived. Romulus picked up a development report from within the Dawn Sector to relax and take a breath.

He looked at the endless stream of praise and compliments from his good buddies in the small group, and a satisfied expression immediately appeared on his face.

For Romulus, there was a strange sense of satisfaction in being able to come up with solutions to questions raised by his friends.

Was this area attacked?
Oh, I've already built the fortress and trained the regular army. I've also arranged for political commissars to go to Terra for standardized training in terms of ideology. The members of the Tribunal are also keeping a close eye on the chaotic pollution situation. Not to mention, there are Holy Blood Angels who go deep into the grassroots and report the situation at all times.

Is this region lacking resources?

Oh, the logistics system can be adjusted. Production star sectors that still maintain full productivity will activate resource adjustment plans. The pioneering teams of the network will correct their routes for emergency transport, and non-emergency resources will be replenished by the Charter Fleet.

Is yet another Imperial Navy fleet on the verge of collapse?
Oh, the emergency evacuation procedures have already been completed? Then go to these world-leading warships in the forging world. A bunch of warships are still waiting for people to sail them; the personnel training can't keep up.

Anyway, regional defense doesn't require drawing on main forces; I can handle things here. I don't need to worry about resources for the frontline troops either; I can just trade with Chaos. That feeling of having everything under control is simply irresistible.

Of course, these things didn't just appear out of thin air.

Romulus looked at the production report from the Dawn Sector, which already accounted for a quarter of the output of the Imperial security system for the other sectors.

Many things were determined decades or even centuries ago and achieved through the efforts of several generations; now we are simply presenting the results.

"Everything is progressing steadily."

Romulus stretched his shoulders optimistically, and even managed to glance at Guilliman's situation.

Guilliman was also fully focused on interacting with the various tribes.

However, compared to Romulus's indifference, the Primarch, who had suffered a setback in his personal combat ability, was more concerned about the movements of the Shades, and was somewhat expectant.

The situation in the Comoros conflict is also steadily improving.

Because they were fighting Space Necromancers, Victor's initial efforts against the Space Wolves were rendered futile.

After their initial resistance was crushed, the Dark Eldar have become largely insignificant. Currently, the main enemy of the Necromancers in space is the Slaanesh, who are continuously being deployed into the Dark Lords' army through warp portals.

As the original inhabitants of Comoros, these Dark Eldar acted as a lubricant, allowing the space undead fighting against them to catch their breath and save some computing power from the battle with Chaos. Incidentally, the souls of the Dark Eldar were also very valuable and easier to capture.

This also allows the Slaanesh demons to replenish themselves, giving them at least some leverage to return to the warp after their defeat, instead of being captured on the spot by these space undead and then used to exchange soul leases with the Dawnwing.

This is utterly upside down!

Of course, returning to the subspace doesn't necessarily guarantee safety.

The slave-hunting teams of the faceless gods are even stronger in the warp.

That was a Primarch who had fully awakened his own power. Despite his usual shyness and gloom, he maintained an extremely high hunting passion driven by hatred, making him the second most terrifying figure after Ramses.

Of course, there's also the lion driving a mobile Caliban, the clever Goki the Eldar who occasionally earns some extra money with his brains, and the Emperor who randomly spawns with the Cursed Legion.
In short, the living conditions in the warp are now extremely difficult for demons.

While the demons suffer greatly, humanity's lives become much easier.

There were fewer incidents of demonic possession and warp voyages, and the conflict between the Empire and Chaos shifted from Chaos's underhanded tactics to a direct confrontation based on their sheer size.

The energy of the Chaos Gods is not limitless.

Arthur looked down as he studied the Milky Way star map.

Now that there's no longer any need to worry about the Empire itself, the Space Wolf will need to join forces with the Dark Angels to break through the gods' blockade against Lemanrus, and then, with the help of the Lion King's mobility, begin random attacks on the gods' domains.

As for who to fight, that's for the Lion King to decide, since he's on the front lines and no one knows how to fight as well as he does.

Anyway, the requirements for Dawnwing are the Fragment of Saint Gilles, Isaac the Goddess of Life, the Sword of the Old Woman, the Dorne Clue, or just going in and firing a couple of shots to annoy the opponent.

Its core lies in further escalating the intensity of the war and posing the challenge to the chaotic side.
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"So why should I listen to these things?"

Faced with Bjorn's detailed explanation of the current battlefield situation and his supplementary information on the current galactic situation, the Wolf King muttered a complaint:

"You won't let me give orders either."

He recovered quickly.

Part of it is due to the original's physiological structure, and part of it is due to the suppression of toxins by the rune priests of the space wolves after they returned to the pack.

He's very resilient; he always has been.

Lemanrus rubbed his chest, which was slowly healing, but the expected rebuttal did not come.

Bjorn was communicating with his brother Arthur and receiving orders.

In any case, there's no filial piety between father and son; at most, these wolf cubs are just worried about whether their wolf king will suddenly disappear.

Space Wolf was indeed led quite well by the other side.

Looking at Bjorn, who was still arguing with him, and the obedient Wolf Pack members, he wasn't as unhappy as he appeared.

Why did Lemanrus leave Bjorn behind back then?

Because Bjorn was the most honest, the smartest, and the most likely to believe Lemanrus's fabricated nonsense in the Wolf Pack at the time.

The other Space Wolves are true barbarians, their minds are filled with nothing but the thrill of battle and the Great Crusade. Their only expectation in life is to fight the Great Crusade with Ruth for the rest of their lives, and they don't care about anything else.

But Bjorn is different.

Although he also hoped to fight alongside Russ for the rest of his life in the Great Crusade, he also had expectations for becoming better.

He hoped the wolves would value camaraderie more, that they could preserve the remaining culture of Fenris amidst the war, and that the Space Wolves would be not only competent warriors but also lovable ones.

This directly influenced the group of Space Wolves later led by Bjorn. Bjorn's optimistic mindset, which allowed him to remain true to himself even after being alone for thousands of years, and his subconscious pursuit of making the Space Wolves better, endowed a group of warriors who grew up in the harshest survival environment in the universe with the most humane qualities.

That's great.

Regular troops are great.

He had long since given up on being that military policeman. If it weren't for his father's high hopes for him, why would he bother doing those jobs that offended people every day? His only friend was Lion King, whom he considered equally trusted by his father and who would never betray him.

Speaking of which, those two brothers are quite extraordinary.

Lemanrus thought to himself with a touch of self-mockery.

The Emperor placed the greatest hopes on the two of them, granting them unprecedented freedom, sharing countless secrets, and the power to judge his brothers, all in the hope that they could nip any threat in the bud at a crucial moment.

As a result, they were both sleepwalking the whole time.

"Yes, command confirmed. We can complete the assembly in time. Yes, we obey the lion's command."

Bjorn, standing to the side, confirmed it again.

Tsk~
Lemanrus clicked his tongue in displeasure.

He couldn't even command the Space Wolves, and Ryan got to command them instead.

"Russ".

Having confirmed that the Lion was on its way, Bjorn could allow the Space Wolves to further compress the defensive line and preserve their manpower, thus enabling the troops to complete the transfer as soon as possible. He raised his head again and said to the other side:

"I really can't let you take command."

Leman Russ raised an eyebrow, wanting to hear what profound insights his rebellious son had to offer.

"But I can get you to work."

It is only natural to let people understand the environment and requirements before they start working.

Bjorn stared at Russ, perfectly embodying the nature of a rebellious son.

Leman Russ's face was stern.

　P.S.: Just giving you an update.

　　My uric acid has decreased significantly. At least according to the doctor, the body's self-healing ability has begun to recover. After that, I'll take some time to have the intestinal polyps removed and the mucosal inflammation treated.

　　I definitely feel much more energetic now, and my work performance during the day is also quite good. My mom even said I look like a real person again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)