This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 37: There’s a change of plan, let’s kill them all!

After changing the equipment of the cavalry, Romulus narrowed his eyes slightly, and a series of questions flashed through his mind. Combined with the words of the Black Templar priest, he seemed to understand what required this great sage to carefully calculate the production capacity of a mechanical ark.

He turned his head.

Um--

The four of them looked at each other, revealing meaningful expressions, and they all understood what was on the ship.

No wonder the great sage has to be so careful.
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"Brother Tiberus."

After arguing with the Inquisitor, Marshal Orlando, who decided to give it one more try after being persuaded by the priest, came to the door.

Although he really wanted to stuff that damned witch into a platinum coffin like his brothers in the Death Watch, even the Black Templars couldn't do anything to an Inquisitor without solid evidence.

If the Inquisitor of the Origin Tracing Order were to be executed on a trumped-up ground, then a large number of rumors that would be quite unfavorable to the Chapter would probably appear on the Imperial planets that the expeditionary fleet passed through in the near future.

Eventually, these rumors will become facts as time passes. In less than a hundred years, the High Lords of Terra will be held accountable, and patrol fleets from the Ministry of Justice will arrive in droves.

This was a major blow to the vast majority of the Astartes Chapters.

"explain."

Tiberus spoke coldly, looking down at the marshal in front of him.

"We need the help of the Man-Eating Shark to annihilate the Eldar. The Great Sage has only given us five minutes to fight, otherwise, there's no point."

With his head held high, the marshal still maintained the necessary seriousness.

Tiberus looked at the Great Sage Caul who had not yet left.

The great sage nodded slightly, confirming the authenticity of this request.

"And the use of heavy weapons is not permitted. Every unnecessary explosion could cause significant damage to the property carried by this ship."

"How many aliens there are?"

"About 500, the exact number is unclear."

“What’s the distribution like?”

"Located in the aft compartment, the passageways are complex and intricate. Exploratory attacks have resulted in heavy losses, with a casualty ratio approaching 3:1. Furthermore, we have no idea of the enemy's specific distribution."

Being awkward has its advantages. It eliminates meaningless rhetoric and allows you to hear the truest reality.

Orlando didn't seem to care about Tiberus's indifferent attitude. After spending some time, he repeated the detailed information they had.

“This condition is very harsh.”

Tiberus's refusal was obvious.

Even though the Sharknado now has sufficient soldiers and equipment, and he really wants to kill the alien and capture a consul to interrogate him for clues about Kongji Liuli, he would not complete the absurd task of a great sage regardless of casualties.

"grown ups!"

Before Tiberus turned around, Aqia, the captain of the third company, came up to him and told him the traversers' request via internal communication.

"."

After listening to Aqia's retelling, Tiberus looked at the timers who were still standing with the Black Templar priests.

Romulus, with a face full of condensation, raised his thumb and pointed at the thirty-seven soldiers behind him who had already changed into laser flintlock rifles, showing that he was very confident.

He had already tried it in the compartment allocated to him by the shark, and it was stable.

Well, fine.

"Kahurangi."

Tiberus called his chief think tank.

"Have the company send over another thirty men."

He used the speaker. "Brother?"

Marshal Orlando looked surprised, wondering why the other party would mobilize troops to the Ark when they had refused.

"Change of plans."

Tiberus moved the claws in his hands, and the chainsaw fist shot out sparks as the gears turned.

"Please allow Lord Romulus to explain."

Before Romulus could react, he gave up the main seat in the conversation.

Tiberus has never attached importance to so-called honor. As a descendant of the Forsaken, honor has never existed for space sharks.

As for outside the domain, that is even less important. Most people who try to deal with the Great Shark will be polite after meeting him in person.

He knew why Romulus did what he did, so he should let these old guys come.

Just as Romulus and his men respected their position as chapter masters to maintain their dignity, the respect of a chapter master could also greatly enhance their status.

Status, which is very useful within the empire.

After all, unlike the Great Shark who has been wandering on the edge of the empire, the purpose of Romulus and his group is obviously to return to the empire, and what awaits them will be endless temptation and scrutiny from various imperial forces.

At that time, having a complete battle group to support you and not having one were two completely different things.

"."

Romulus naturally came to Kaul and exchanged glances with Tiberus beside him.

Tiberus nodded slightly, indicating that he would give up the initiative.

The sharks remained in formation quietly and had no objection to supporting the ancient warriors.

Not to mention the other party's generosity, let's just talk about the other party's attitude of still intending to fight for humanity after knowing that the empire has become a strange place.

If it weren't for the oath they swore to their Void Father, which drove the Man-Eating Sharks to keep fighting against the monsters outside the domain that might threaten the empire's territory, they would have planned to abandon their inheritance and completely disappear outside the domain. Why would they bother collecting red taxes and replenishing personnel from time to time, disgusting themselves and the empire?

These ancient warriors are truly loyal because they are willing to return after observing the current situation of the empire.

"grown ups?"

Now it was everyone present's turn to be puzzled.

Apart from those who have entered the Dreadnought, who else can a Chapter Master call him "Sir"?
When Marshal Orlando's gaze fell on the Death Watch, the questions that emerged in his mind increased several times.

No. Does Deathwatch have so many Imperial Fists?

A kill team has sent so many out, Terra can't be defended, right?
"The Shark Fleet towed a strike cruiser, the main body of which was intact but had lost its combat capability, and a greenskin battleship of the same class."

Romulus was not pretentious and said to the great sage directly: "I hope to exchange it for the ownership of a frigate."

Logically speaking, this was a loss. If they towed the two ships to a forging world and paid for them with green warships, they would get a brand new strike cruiser in less than two years. However, Romulus did not think they could wait in one area for two years.

"not enough."

The great sage replied decisively.

"And what about that Eldar cruiser?"

The great sage looked at Romulus indifferently.

Romulus looked at the great sage calmly.

There was no trace of force, arrogance, conceit, or fanaticism of faith on his face, nor was there any determination to make a last-ditch effort when there was no other way out.

He was very calm, as calm as if he was stating a fact, stating the conclusion he had reached after a rigorous analysis of the incident.

Kaur hadn't seen such an expression in a long time.
It seems so long that it has been ten thousand years.

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