This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 42 Summary after the war
With the capture of the consul of this plundering fleet, victory was already assured.

They were nothing more than stragglers struggling in vain under the gaze that could penetrate them. After the Archon's escape and temptation had consumed all the powerful individuals, ordinary conspiracy fighters were simply unable to fight against the sharks that had gained numerical advantage.

The aliens' only struggle was to gather the remaining soldiers into a group and try to break through the blockade along the main line to return to the cruiser.

Unfortunately, as soon as they gathered together, they were surrounded by endless bombs and lasers.

Karna listened to the continuous sound of gunfire and the roar of chainsaws, and watched as one angry shark after another rushed forward and tore the last enemy into pieces. He had no intention of snatching the honor, but just stuck his spear, which had lost half of its blade, into the ground.

He looked at Arthur with some envy. Arthur had been hit by many disintegration cannons when they were besieging the Archon, but the paint on his shield was not even scratched.

"Want to take a look?"

Seeing Karna staring at the sword and shield in his hands, Arthur grasped the hilt of the sword with his backhand.

"have a look."

Karna's eyes lit up, and just looking at this incredibly handsome set of special weapons made him feel like he was developing a collecting addiction.

"Then take a look."

Arthur locked the sword and shield together, thrust them down, and struck a handsome pose.

".Do you think you are funny?"

"Shouldn't you relax after the fight?"

"Nice joke, don't tell it next time."

Karna held his forehead and sighed.

"Uh--"

Arthur retracted his stance and handed over the hilt.

"for you?"

Arthur actually doesn't care.

"No, no, I'm just a little envious of Old Man Huang enchanting his equipment, so I'll try to get one myself if I get a chance."

Karna waved his hand indifferently. He didn't need to steal his good brother's equipment. If he really wanted to, he could just use soul materialization to copy a set. It just lacked the enchantment.

"But there's obviously no chance this time."

“No chance is a good thing.”

Arthur nodded sincerely, and it was obvious that he was in high spirits at the moment.

"Yeah, it's a good thing that there's no chance."

Karna raised his head.

Next to them was a relatively well-preserved cabin, with hundreds of corpses of various types piled up, and blood was constantly seeping out into the surrounding area due to the weight of the corpses.

The remaining corpses could no longer be collected, especially the cabin that Tiberus and Karna passed through. They could only wait for the mechanical servants sent by the Great Sage Caul to slowly clean up.

The pharmacists and think tanks of the Carcharodon Regiment were counting the spoils on the alien.

Normally, he should have been collecting the bodies of his brothers, recovering their gene seeds, and checking on the injured brothers, instead of calculating his profits like a miser.

But he can only calculate the benefits here.

Because not a single battle-brother died.

"we won."

Won, and won completely.

All the enemies were destroyed, and their achievement was zero casualties. "Thank you for your command, Lord Romulus."

After counting the number of troops, Tiberus' words were filled with admiration. He had never fought such an easy battle.

"Whether it's your command skills or your rich battlefield experience, I'm fortunate to be able to fight alongside such warriors."

Although such compliments had never entered his mind since he could remember, Tiberus still spoke frankly.

No one was killed.

Without the help of these ancient warriors, let alone more than a hundred people, even if the entire regiment was filled up, there would be no hope of achieving such a result.

Just over thirty ancient warriors were able to lead one hundred and thirty people to such a glorious victory. If there were ten thousand such warriors, no, in that era when the Astartes were still in the legion, there would probably be countless such warriors.

Tiberus couldn't help but show longing in his eyes. In the era when the Emperor still walked on earth, what kind of huge wave spanning the ages could produce such a warrior.

Romulus saw the desire, but he did not respond.

Because one's own family knows one's own business, if he can't beat the opponent even with the perspective turned on while playing RTS, it would be better for him to find a place to bury himself.

A poet who can’t be defeated even with cheats?

"Excessive praise."

Romulus replied modestly:
"We were also impressed by the bravery of the sharks."

"Compared to you, we are much more immature."

Tiberus's gaze swept across the Imperial Fists warriors. Their originally smooth power armor was now covered with scars, and some of the more serious ones even had penetrating wounds stained with blood.

Facing the captain's gaze, the sharks standing beside them couldn't help but feel ashamed from the bottom of their hearts.

Especially the three sharks who were ambushed while besieging Nightmare. When they saw the scars on the elder's mask, even the joy of victory disappeared.

They were clearly stepping onto the glorious battlefield together with the elder, but the elder was injured in order to protect them, and even faced the risk of losing his life in the dangerous battlefield.

Although he was a soldier who had experienced countless wars, he was like a child protected in swaddling clothes on the battlefield.

"The White Shark rewards and punishes clearly."

Tiberus said indifferently.

All the sharks nodded seriously after hearing this. When they returned to the battle group, they would test themselves again to prove that they could still stay in the company and fight.

Romulus moved his lips, not knowing how to get out of the predicament. After all, he was not sure what the internal culture of a regiment meant to them. Making a hasty decision might result in a result that would make no one happy.

Of course, he was familiar with the culture of sharks. For special reasons, they cherished the combat effectiveness that had been formed within the regiment.

Even the brother of the think tank chief Kahurangi who lost the Void Liuli kept his life after giving a reasonable explanation and embarked on the journey to retrieve the Emperor's artifact. There is no need to worry about them being abstract and killing all eleven people.

After all, no one died.

Romulus shook his head, thought optimistically, and continued to make a post-war summary.

In this battle, he basically judged his ability to handle the situation in a real battlefield. The only drawback was that this battle was conducted with perspective, so it still lacked some reference value.

Of course, cheating is also part of strength. The four gods have done it, so there is no reason why they can't do it.

No matter how outrageous he is, he is not just hiding here and there when a group of people are risking their lives with him. He is really not worthy of the trust that the sharks entrust their lives to him.

The second is the battlefield data entered this time.

Romulus integrated the combat data information of each combatant and packaged it into the panel that he had modified beyond recognition.

(End of this chapter)