This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 576 Ryan: Hello, Soldier Lemanrus—

Rebel!

Seeing Bjorn's attitude of treating him, the Primarch, like a common soldier, Lemanrus's eyebrows shot up.

What a traitor.

However, Lemanrus knew that he could only curse verbally.

After all, he doesn't seem to be of much use right now.

Lemanrus craned his neck to watch the wolf cubs' actions.

Life in the warp allowed him to use his power more skillfully, and this power also gave him an incredibly clear vision.

Even after losing an eye.

Lemanrus blinked.

For some reason, he always felt that after he went blind, his mind became much clearer.

"Woo~"

Shaking his head, Lemanrus refocused his attention on the space wolf.

Leaving aside the already assembled Wolf Pack, the fully armed modern Astartes are far more powerful than any ordinary demon army. They used to be able to easily defeat those demons that invaded reality in the real universe. Now that they have a clear understanding of their own nature, they can enter the warp in the same manner as the demon army.

The warp is idealistic, and these demons may not be as steadfast as the elite chosen from among billions of people.

Even high-level combatants like Bjorn can still hold down the fort and argue with him here.

Then there's my own father.

Ruth looked at the golden band of light extending outwards from himself, or more precisely, from the Emperor's Sword.

The Emperor's psionic energy served as the greatest guarantee, easily drawing a line in this chaotic melee. Any entity that dared to overstep its bounds faced certain death. After surviving the first round of psionic baptism, what followed was a vast army of space wolves.

Those powerful demons with names and surnames dared not come forward to offend the emperor.

If the little devil touches it, it will be indiscriminately burned by psionic energy; if it offers itself up, who knows what it will get in return.

It's not like their own house was burned down; they could have just dealt with it. Why insist on confronting the emperor head-on?

Therefore, since the Emperor, their great father, truly manifested his power, the gods, who had initially been determined to achieve their goal, became more restrained and gave the Dark King, who had already sent everyone to heaven once, the respect he deserved.

Ruth was also somewhat surprised that her father had suddenly become so awesome, and at the same time, she was worried about the side effects of doing so.

However, this was clearly not something his own eldest son could answer.

Give me some.

Lemanrus reached out.

"."

Bjorn casually tossed the leather bag containing the wolf wine over, then gestured with his right hand, indicating that his Primarch should tone it down.

At Hao Da'er's prompting, Lemanrus turned his back, held the leather bag to his mouth, and used his large body to conceal his movements.

You can't drink in front of wolf cubs.

Primarchs need to set an example. Now, even the Space Wolves don't want their leader to be a barbarian. Drinking before battle is understandable, but not encouraged.

Leman Russ's face darkened further.

Well, now I have to watch my son's mood even when I'm having a drink.

But as unhappy as I am, I still have to accept it.

The issue of power distribution is a matter for later. After all, I've been absent for ten thousand years and know nothing. The most urgent task is to complete the correct reconstruction of the current situation as soon as possible.

At the very least, one cannot recklessly exercise the authority of one's Primarch before the situation is clear, lest a series of blunders be made, which would instead deplete one's prestige that has been absent for ten thousand years, making it difficult to handle when it comes to actually doing something.

Although Lemanrus often pretended to be a pig, and later even became a pig to some extent, he was still one of the most insightful and perceptive Primarchs among the 21 Primarchs.

The Emperor's attitude towards the Empire, the Emperor's attitude towards the Primarchs, the relationship between brothers, the father's favor, the future of the Legion, and one's own place in the fold.
These are things that have always bothered many Primarchs, but they have never been a problem for the Wolf King.

The Father is the Father; if he says he is not God, then he is not God.

As the Primarch, if Father wants me to do the work of a military policeman, I'll do it obediently. If the wolf cubs want to fight the Great Expedition for the rest of their lives, I'll lead them. If they don't want me to make friends, I won't. I'll just let everyone hate me.

Anyway, the Father is for all mankind, and so am I. I have no right to worry about the future.

With so many loyal and capable ministers in the Empire, so many geniuses in the Primarchy, and such a wise and powerful Father, who would be better off if the Empire were not good?

So during the great rebellion, Leman Russ was actually quite bewildered, not knowing why, under the leadership of his invincible father, their thriving empire had suddenly become so precarious.

And now he's quite lost.

After the great rebellion, the situation was already on the verge of collapse, so how did it suddenly improve?
The fact that the Space Wolf could be commanded by the Dark Angels was a shock to Lemanrus for a whole year.

Do you want to hear what this means?

Despite their outstanding achievements during the Great Expedition.

Back then, the Legions were indeed powerful, and the Primarchs were truly formidable; basically, a single Legion could solve 99% of the problems in the galaxy.

But if you encounter the remaining one percent, you'll basically be able to watch a bunch of Primarchs, each refusing to back down, do whatever they want to you.

Look at the battles of Randan and the Beast Empire; these battles, which required the assembly of multiple large armies, always ended in chaos before the emperor had to intervene to barely reunite the disorganized forces.

"How is the Empire doing now?"

Rather than those battles that were close at hand but which he could probably only see but not touch, Lemanrus was more interested in knowing the cause of all this.

"What have my four new brothers been doing?"

how to say.

Faced with Lemanrus's question, Bjorn subconsciously stroked his beard, recalling the first meeting between the Wolf Pack and the Wings of Dawn.

As a veteran of the Great Crusade, Bjorn believed that while these four could not be said to surpass the Primarchs of the old era in terms of talent and learning, they possessed a major advantage that the Primarchs of the past rarely had.

That's like a human.

Don't be fooled by the fact that these four are now proclaiming themselves as human to the Empire, as gods in the Warp, and as having a bunch of strange identities on those alien surfaces.

But those four were more human than any of the Primarchs before them.

Why do you say that.

Because they are well aware of their limitations as individuals, they will make appropriate changes when facing different groups and environments to make it easier for them to integrate into the group and change the status quo.

It's as if they weren't invincible Primarchs from the start.

Logically speaking, this kind of habit is something that only weak people like humans would develop.

The Primarch, being inherently divine, never needs to, nor can, consider these things.

The most distinctive feature of the Primarchs is that they all believe they are the most powerful, capable of solving all problems, and that there is nothing they cannot do.

Is the south wall too hard?
That must be because my fists aren't big enough.

Is the tip of the ox horn too thin?

That must be because I didn't drill hard enough!

My super brain is urging me to unleash my super power.

Such qualities are even evident in Wokan, who is known for his abundant humanity.

But those four were quite different.

If we're talking about fighting, he's certainly skilled, and he does possess intelligence, but he's not at a level that's impossible to match.

He knew when to pretend and when to save trouble, fooling a group of people into oblivion, taking his identity to the extreme.

Well, to put it simply, it's about being like a person.

Recalling Lemanrus's capricious decision back then, Bjorn certainly didn't think the Wolf King treated him like a human being.

It's only because he has a good temper that this approach is even worse than the Lion King exiling Luther to Caliban. Just send him to the Dark Angels and see if they hide nuclear bombs on your flagship.

I believe the Dark Angels group felt the same way, otherwise they wouldn't have been so wholeheartedly supporting the Knight Lord.

As for the remaining Primarchs...

Bjorn was no longer worried. He was more confident that his wolf king could become good friends with the four, after all, Lemanrus was someone who responded better to gentleness than force.

Those four adults had practically coaxed the Lion King, the Raven King, Guilliman, and Forgrim into being like embryos, and they could even make the Emperor speak a few words while holding his head down. The team atmosphere was incredibly good.

In addition, the Great Rebellion itself was a litmus test. Even though the brothers were seriously ill and engaged in abstraction, they ultimately did not choose to betray. The loyalists who have survived to this day have no need to do those unnecessary things, and there is no need to let any Primarch play the role of the bad cop and do the dirty work.

They were all loyal ministers, not treacherous ones!
Bjorn pondered for a moment, and his mind immediately went through a whole host of things Dawnwing had done, like reciting a menu, but he didn't know where to begin.

And now is not the time to waste our brains on such trivial matters.

Bjorn looked down at the 'Spirit Web' real-time combat command system, which, with the support of Eldar technology, could depict the battlefield situation within the Warp. He was quite interested in the technology that Lord Ramses and Lord Karna were jointly researching, which could temporarily grant another Primarch talents by using the Primarch's soul.

He knew what kind of person Lemanrus was. He knew that being obedient was definitely not going to work. It wouldn't be right to just keep him imprisoned in Fenris like Bjorn, with his limbs broken and stuffed into a coffin for ten thousand years. The Wings of Dawn wouldn't waste such a high-quality worker who could take charge of the real universe and the warp.

Locking it up for a few decades is about enough; we still need to study how to make this Primarch emit light and heat.

In fact, each Primarch was a polymath.

When it comes to mundane matters in the human world, it's not a matter of whether they can or cannot, but rather whether they want to or not.

Take Guilliman as an example. His warp authority and his current actions are completely unrelated and even conflict with each other, yet he remains the most capable ruler of the Empire.

After feeling another chill in Leman Russ, Bjorn, who had been pondering what Russ could do after returning to the Empire, let out a sigh of relief.

You'll find out when you meet them.

After saying that, he continued to focus on the battlefield, leaving Lemanrus scratching his head uncomfortably, constantly sipping his wine but unable to suppress the chill in his heart. Damn it, all he's done in ten thousand years is grow a rebellious streak and learn riddles, huh?

But what else could he do?

a thousand years
Lemanrus looked at Bjorn, whose appearance had changed drastically, especially his astonishing height and the official air that shouldn't have appeared on a space wolf.

Ten thousand years.

He couldn't help but sigh.

Even for a Primarch, such a period of time is far too long.

For Lemanrus to still be able to see that familiar person after ten thousand years is already an immense stroke of luck.
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Caliban's Mobile Fortress, the Glorious Queen of the Unyielding Truth

The majestic war planet stood there, powerful and magnificent. Compared to the bizarre demon worlds and the elegant Eldar world of old women that Ruth had seen in the Warp, it possessed a profound beauty that belonged only to humanity.

Surrounding her were thirteen massive stone fortresses forged from fragments of Caliban, and thirteen Imperial heavy battleship squadrons centered around these fortresses, who were now effortlessly dealing with the demons that kept spawning around them, as well as the strange events in the warp that defied description.

"Bjorn really knows how to keep that guy Russ in check."

Ryan couldn't help but smile as he looked at Bjorn's report.

It's not a question, but rather an anticipation of seeing an event that I'd like to see happen.

Lemanrus was one of the few Primarchs who had a decent relationship with him during the Great Crusade, so he knew what kind of person he was.

However, this did not stop him from being happy whenever he thought of the wolf king's submissive attitude in front of his son.

The thought that Lemanrus would have no choice but to obey his orders, even if he was unwilling, made him even happier.

"Lion, there are thirteen minutes left before entering the next jump node."

"Redrose spoke up from the side."

For other legions, seeing familiar faces from the Great Crusade is a difficult thing.

However, this is not a problem for the Dark Angel.

The unique circumstances of the Caliban incident resulted in a large number of Dark Angels members from the Legion era, which is one of the reasons why they have been able to remain at the core during the Dawnwing military reforms.

After all, no legion can send a training team that has fought in the Great Expedition to every warband.

As the first Chapter Master of the Dark Angels, Redros, a Dark Angel from Caliban, may have been a bit stubborn, but his professional skills were undeniable.

Since arriving in this era through the Caliban, Redros has quickly adapted to the new era's technologies and combat methods of the Empire, and has effectively combined his own experience to establish himself in the new era's military system, becoming a member of the Lion's second-in-command.

"Since the last report, the Caliban has suffered a total of 88 attacks, all of which have been repelled, and the chaos effects remain within the normal threshold."

On the other side, Coswayne was giving his routine report.

Compared to Azrael, who gradually shifted his focus to ideological development, veterans like Kay, Evka, and Zabril retired to the second line of the Honor Guard to enjoy their retirement. Currently, the Dark Angels' frontline strategy is handled by Redros, Kouswayne, and others, who, as the core of the Lions, fill in any gaps in their organization.

The dark angels around them were all very serious.

Compared to their usual routines, they now exercised stricter self-discipline, striving to be in the best possible condition to summon the wolf king to the lion's presence.

Since his return, Lion has commanded the combined forces of Dark Angels, Ultramarines, and Blood Angels to defeat the Death Guard's invasion and cleanse the Chaos Corruption that had taken over Great Altera, thus taking control of frontline military affairs.

Subsequently, under the command of the Imperial Diet, and with the help of its powerful mobility, it swept away hidden dangers along the imperial borders, consolidated the territory, and rectified officialdom.

Wherever it went, demons and monsters retreated in fear. From the eastern Hazy Starfield, Calissis Star Region, to the western Limit Starfield, the edge of the Ghoul Star Region, there were monuments recording its victories. For a time, it was unparalleled in its glory.

These battle reports were also used for propaganda within the empire.

Tell the galaxy that the Empire is still winning, and that the Empire is still thriving.

"After all, although the wolf king looks wild, he is still very clear-headed."

A gentle voice rang out, slightly smoothing out the almost overflowing sharp aura within the Glorious Queen.

It is Karna.

He came to be Ryan's henchman.

Since I'm just idling around anyway, I might as well come to the subspace and contribute my strength.

Now they've become wealthy.

From the past when one person was so busy they wanted to be two, to now when they're just sitting around doing nothing, they're basically just sitting around doing nothing.

It was all thanks to the addition of Ryan and Guilliman.

It's not that the Corax is bad.

Rather, these two individuals were both exceptionally skilled in governance and warfare, with no one in their respective fields able to rival them. In the past, the biggest problems facing the Dawn Wings were war and governance.

With the addition of these two individuals, many problems that had previously troubled the group were naturally resolved.

In particular, Ryan gave Dawnwing endless surprises.

We used to tell jokes about Dark Angel every day, but once we actually got our hands on Ryan, we realized just how outrageous he was when it came to warfare.

All you need to do is input the army and logistics, and Lion will deliver perfect victories for you. It's like Guilliman is a political wish-granting machine and a military wish-granting machine.

Only a few years after Ryan was brought back, the border threats within the entire Dawnwing sphere of influence were completely wiped out. A large number of troublesome Chaos invasions were nipped in the bud, allowing Dawnwing to quickly extricate itself from the impact of the Plague Wars, stabilize governance in various regions within its territory, and then swiftly turn its attention to Comoros.

When it's the four of them, the decision of who is better or worse requires careful planning, and then there's a lot of scrambling and chaos.

"."

Ryan twitched his lips, causing his neatly trimmed beard to tremble.

His keen intuition quickly confirmed the reason. He remained calm, somewhat used to it, and glanced at Karna, who was serving as a supplement to the fighting force.

Normally, questioning the combat capabilities of a Primarch, as seen in the collaborative projects undertaken by Primarchs during the Great Crusade, would certainly not elicit a pleasant reaction.

But the Dawnwings are different.

For example, Karna.

They were sent here and truly obeyed orders. The Holy Blood Angels under their command also actively followed the arrangements of the Dark Angels. Karna himself did his job and did not offer any unprofessional opinions. He did not have any strange obsessions for some strange reasons, nor did he bring his personal characteristics to the battlefield.

He responds when needed, and otherwise finds a corner to eat slowly.

If you play well, shout "Brothers, you played well!" If you play badly—

That doesn't exist.

They don't even need the Dark Angels to arrange their living conditions; they can eat their own offerings.

"indeed."

Ryan nodded, having remarked on the team atmosphere more than once.

If he were facing Ramses, he would probably frown and ask if he was being targeted again, but facing this brother who was outwardly warm and inwardly warm, as radiant as an archangel, he really couldn't muster any anger.

As for Lemanrus, their bond of friendship allowed them to understand each other far better than they did with their other brothers.

Just like during his great rebellion, he never worried that Lemanrus would betray him or cause trouble.

But as for the result...

Everyone knows this, so I won't go into details here.

Ryan's face was blank.

The thought of the historical textbook's accurate account of the great rebellion made him feel a pang of resentment towards his past self.

How could he be so easily fooled by Peturabo's few words about being a war hero?

I glanced at the Primarch's private chat group and saw the comments under each of my military operations: "Well done, bro!" "You fought so well, bro!" "You're amazing, bro!" "I'll treat you to dinner when you get back, bro!"

Ryan could hardly contain his expression.

“Redros”.

"exist."

The Dark Angel Knight Commander, who was still busy, immediately responded.

Before Redros, orders made by Ryan were being issued to various command nodes via psionic energy and various communication methods.

Ryan will no longer put pressure on these warriors. The entire legion is operating at high speed, and even the Astartes cannot keep up with it.

However, he manages to keep himself busy.

“Data delivery can be expanded to another level.”

"Ryan gave the order."

The advantage of establishing a single-core command system lies in this: a system built on a single leadership team has great flexibility.

"Yes."

Redrod obeyed and quickly diverted the data to Ryan's side.

Ryan bent over his work, trying to distract himself from his awkwardness, while also looking forward to his meeting with Lemanrus.

Seeing Russ made him feel less guilty, and he could even use the Great Expedition contribution list that Dawnwing had pulled out to mock that wolf.

As long as it's not against Dorn, everyone's pretty much the same.

　P.S.: I had a fever for five days straight due to a bacterial infection and was on antibiotics. I even took sick leave in real life. But I feel much better today. Fortunately, I'm still on sick leave, so I can write in my spare time. Waaah.

　　Once I recover, I must put regular exercise back on my schedule; I can't continue like this.

　　Woo woo

　　
　
(End of this chapter)