This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 105: Eating and Taking at the Same Time (4k)

The next day, the descendants of Dorne gathered in the bridge hall of the Eternal Crusade.

Under the towering Gothic dome, the cold metal walls reflected the faint light, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere. Supreme Marshal Ledotus stood at one end of the long table, the sword scar on his face still clearly visible, as if silently telling of yesterday's fierce confrontation.

His eyes swept over Pedro Canto and the executioner's priest Tulsa Cain, and noticed that there was a faint sword mark on each of their faces. The corners of Ledodes' mouth rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Has Lord Arthur also come to you?"

He asked quietly, a hint of teasing in his voice.

Several people nodded, and they all understood each other tacitly. They all knew what Arthur's visit meant. It was nothing more than the gene seed of the future of the regiment, and some additional "gifts".

Because the Crimson Fist adheres strictly to the holy code, the gene seed conversion rate may be slightly lower in the future, but this does not affect their expectations.

Pedro rubbed his face. His wounds had not yet healed completely. He was obviously the last person to be "visited" by Arthur. Arthur not only brought a prophecy about the future, but also brought a batch of gene seeds and combat records left by the fighting brothers who went to Death Watch, as well as shoulder armor and ashes carefully preserved by the nuns.

These precious relics are undoubtedly the highest tribute to their loyalty and sacrifice.

Of course, the price was obvious—all the captains and champions of the entire regiment, including the think tank, were dragged out to fight with Arthur.

This is so embarrassing to eat and take at the same time.
Thinking of this, Pedro couldn't help but smile. Arthur's image of black armor and black sword, as well as his superb dueling skills and fighting style without any emotional fluctuations, were truly impressive.

The Executioner and the representatives of the Crimson Fist exchanged meaningful glances, each one containing a hint of inquiry.

They all thought of Sigismund, the legendary figure in the history of the Black Templars. However, when he met the Grand Marshal's eyes, Ledotus shook his head decisively, directly breaking their guess.

The biggest difference between the four active elders and others is that one can see the fragmentation brought about by the passage of time in them, but not the precipitation of time.

These four elders are all very outstanding, and the light of humanity shining in them is extremely dazzling, but they should not be very old.

"sorry."

His tone was firm, and he had obviously anticipated everyone's thoughts. Although Arthur was mysterious, his image did not match Sigismund's.

What's more, Sigismund's portrait was hanging high in the bridge, and anyone could tell the difference between the two at a glance. As for Arthur's watertight style, it was more like the style of the Dark Angel.

However, Ledotus knew the difference between the important and the unimportant. The Dark Angels were mysterious and many of the unexplained disappearances were related to them. Even the Black Templars tried their best to avoid the secrets involving this chapter. This topic was obviously not suitable for in-depth discussion here.

"The Grand Marshal..."

Pedro pointed to the wound on his face, with a hint of tentativeness in his tone.

"Well, I lost."

Ledotus nodded without hesitation, without a trace of shame on his face, but with a frank pride. His answer made everyone present smile, and they couldn't help but secretly decide that they would never erase the scar on their face in this lifetime.

"Let's not talk about it for now."

Ledotus waved his hand to bring the topic back on track. His expression became serious again and his eyes swept over every warrior present.

"Is all the preparations done?"

His voice was low and powerful, as if reminding everyone that the battle horn was about to sound again.

"Well, the fleet suffered no damage and can set off after a simple repair."

Pedro listed his arrangements in detail as if he were reading out a dish.

"During this period, we also selected the warriors of Pierrede, recruited a group of mortal troops and Astartes reserve members, and collected the food technology left by the elders. These..."

The remaining two parties listened attentively until three minutes later, when Pedro finished explaining his arrangements.

You, the Crimson Fists, truly deserve this blue paint.

Ledotus turned his gaze to the executioner priest.

"We are fully prepared and can set off in three days."

Tulsa replied succinctly.

That's right. Why do sons of Dorne talk so much nonsense? If you have any problems, just leave them to the priest or the marshal.

Ledodes's gauntlet, which had been painted red, patted Pedro's shoulder.

"Let's go to the Dawn."

It's rare to meet someone who's good at fighting. After losing yesterday, I have to think of new moves and practice them today.

He was already the Supreme Marshal, so why should he do everything himself? The most important thing was to sharpen his sword and be loyal to the Emperor in the crucial moment.

"Yes!"

Pedro stood up quickly. They had wanted to go for a long time, but the Supreme Marshal was here, and they were all from the same clan, so they had to align their ideas.

He pocketed his black-painted power glove.

It's interesting to say that because the first Chapter Master of the Crimson Fists, Pollax, openly supported the Primarch of the Ultramarines, Roboute Guilliman, during the Second Founding, this move caused the Crimson Fists to be neglected within the Imperial Fists, but instead had a close relationship with the Ultramarines.

As for the Black Templars, after the Beast Wars, the Imperial Fists were annihilated. After the various groups rebuilt the Imperial Fists through the Final High Wall Agreement, cultural conflicts and some secret reasons led to the killing of a marshal, which led to their falling out with the Paragon Fists and the Imperial Fists, which was mainly composed of the Paragon Fists, and they directly withdrew from the agreement.

However, the Black Templars had an unusually harmonious relationship with the other Imperial Fist factions. In the future, when the Celestial Lions were targeted by the Inquisition, the Black Templars openly stood by the Celestial Lions and protected the remaining members.

Here comes the interesting part, the Black Templars, the "social masters", and the Crimson Fists, the "social orphans", the two extremes within the Imperial Fist, have such a good relationship with each other that they can almost wear the same pants.

Whenever they fight side by side, the Crimson Fists paint one hand black and the Black Templars paint one hand red to commemorate their deep friendship.

Pedro looked down at his black boxing gloves, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a hint of eagerness flashed in his eyes. He looked up at Ledodes and nodded, indicating that he was ready.

The surrounding warriors also stood up, and the sound of metal armor colliding echoed in the empty hall, as if playing a prelude to the upcoming battle.
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"Lord Romulus!"

Pedro, with several new wounds on his face, greeted the two elders who were communicating from a distance. His voice was loud and full of respect. Although the scars on his face had not yet healed completely, his expression was still firm and full of energy.

"Lord Dantioch."

After getting closer, he whispered to the other elder, with a hint of respect in his tone.

"Pedro."

Dantioch smiled faintly and nodded, with a hint of approval in his eyes, as if he admired the young warrior very much.

Compared to other sons of Dorne, the Crimson Fists did inherit a passion and impatience unique to Pollux, a trait that was particularly evident in Pedro.

"Finished?"

Romulus asked with a smile, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Well, it's a lot shorter than last time." Pedro replied with some annoyance, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"Lord Arthur is still making progress."

He now truly believed that Arthur was not Sigismund.

If Sigismund's fighting skills have reached perfection, then Arthur is still climbing a mountain with no visible top. Every time they fight, Pedro can feel Arthur's strength increasing, as if he will never be able to reach his limit.

Oh, yes, there was also an invisible feeling, as if he had been gradually analyzed thoroughly, because Arthur would systematically explain the omissions to his opponents after defeating them.

This allowed them to benefit a lot during the duel. Although they kept losing, they were both in pain and happy.

However, Lord Arthur seems to have been busy recently, and he has less time for duels, which has directly led to the fact that if any war groups want to challenge him to a duel, they have to fight internally first.

"My lord, I will return to the bridge first."

Pedro keenly noticed that the two seemed to be discussing some secret, so he didn't want to continue the conversation and tactfully prepared to leave.

"Remember to go to the warehouse to pick up your things."

Romulus reminded him with a hint of concern in his tone, fearing that these soldiers would refuse to accept it out of face.

"Yes, my lord."

Pedro didn't act pretentiously. According to the Sharks, the elders were trying various ways to stuff things into their mouths. As for where these sacred-level equipment came from, don't ask. Just use them to fight, which is the best reward for the elders.

"Arthur is really popular."

Romulus looked at Pedro's back as he left with his comrades, and then sighed softly.

"I really hope these warriors can have a better ending."

I wonder how many familiar faces will disappear during this expedition.

He knew that every expedition meant separation, and that those familiar faces might disappear forever on the battlefield. Even though the time travelers were now able to guide the warriors to the Golden Throne with 100% certainty, he still couldn't get rid of his worries about the future.

How much they hope that these warriors can witness with their own eyes that the world they protect becomes better and better, that they can become part of building the human world, that they can integrate into the crowd, and finally live out their lives in peace.

However, reality is always cruel, and the fate of warriors is often accompanied by swords and death.

Dantioch did not respond. Even he himself sometimes found it difficult to understand the train of thought of the four adults.

Because they are so normal.

Although they often talk about idealism, they only do what they can. In them, Dantioch sees the ideal tolerance of the Lord of Angels, the pragmatism of the Lord of the Ultramarines, the resoluteness and decisiveness of the Lion, and the curiosity of the Lord of Prospero to explore the unknown.

But they are not extreme, neither radical nor fanatical, but exist in this world with a balance that is almost moderate.

What surprised Dantioch even more was the friendship between the four adults, which was so close that they could trust each other with life and death. They trusted and supported each other, as if they could overcome any difficulties together.

This friendship seemed a miracle to Dantioch.

He couldn't help but recall the great rebellion ten thousand years ago, and the scenes of chaos and betrayal seemed vivid in his mind.

If there had been more Primarchs like the four lords, perhaps everything would have been different.

As a bystander, whether it was the actions of the rebels like Lord Perturabo or the story between Lord Guilliman and Lord Lion, he just felt tired.

I didn't feel much about it before, until now I have a comparison.

Just take a look at the time when Lord Arthur jumped into the Warp rift. Which Primarch would jump in silently like him and completely leave his life and death to his companions?

The genius Primarchs always believed that their decisions were the best and rarely chose to seek common ground while reserving differences.

Dantioch sighed, shook his head, and put those distant memories behind him.

"What did you just say?"

After helping Arthur analyze the opponent's data and sending the results back to him for further practical learning, Romulus raised his head and asked with a hint of thought.

His gaze refocused on Dantioch, as if the brief distraction had not interrupted their discussion.

“About the design of embedded micro motor production line.”

Dantioch replied calmly, a hint of concentration returning to his tone, his mechanical fingers tapping lightly on the data pad, and complex drawings and data flashed on the screen.

"We are still optimizing the material composition, and precision and structure are not considered."

Romulus nodded and continued.

"Once it's complete, just send me a finished product report. Then, I'll work on the design of the miniaturized jetpack."

They are currently designing new combat armor to adapt to the increasingly powerful combat capabilities of the time travelers.

The current reference is the modular design of the MK10 power armor. It is planned to replace the traditional power backpack with a micro motor and use the backpack entirely for mobile combat. This design not only improves the flexibility of the armor, but also greatly enhances the battlefield survivability of the soldiers, and can directly change the direction of maneuver from two-dimensional to three-dimensional.

As for whether these technologies would be classified as heretical, Romulus was not worried.

As long as it looks okay and isn't promoted openly, it won't cause too much trouble.

After all, there are still a large number of colonies in the empire that secretly trade with aliens, and the Imperial Throne Coin is even a hard currency in Comoros. There is no need to say much about what this represents.

As long as they are not caught by the Inquisition and the Ministry of Justice, these "little tricks" are nothing with the tacit approval of the sector governor.

"it is good."

Dantioch responded briefly, with a hint of satisfaction in his tone. He was very comfortable with his duties, able to share his past experiences and engage in a job that allowed him to use his talents, which was something he had never dared to think about in the past.

"Then I'll take my leave."

Romulus did not choose to disturb Dantiochus again.

"I will continue to share the technology we possess, and I hope you can provide the necessary technological modifications. As for where the relevant technological information comes from, and the production of these creations, these are all secrets."

Romulus added, a hint of apology in his tone.

"I personally cannot share this with you."

"I see."

Dantioch nodded in respect.

He had no intention of exploring. After all, he was able to come back to life and return to the galaxy he loved. What miracles could he not explain?

(End of this chapter)