This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 577 Let the true leader of the Dark Angel Legion come to see me.

When Caliban arrived, his first impact completely tore apart the barrier that had always occupied this warp region, a barrier constructed by the Chaos Gods with the power of the Plague, using Lemanrus as the ritual core.

At the center, the pyramid structure, to which the Crimson King had poured countless efforts and the lives of his already few remaining sons had been blasted into dust. Then, the flames and shockwaves from the explosion swept across even more areas, shattering brass, white jade, and crystal on the battlefield. The demons caught in the blast were easily torn apart like petals in a storm.

However this is just the beginning.

Billions of sparks boiled within the rising, enormous cloud of fire, floating in the air and surrounding the uninvited guest.

However, this was followed by a second and a third time.

The Primarch's powerful essence, combined with its anchor in the real world, creates a divine realm comparable to the domains of the gods.

At this moment, the Lion King, who was in charge of everything, chose to pick up his own mobile island and crash into the other continents while the masters of several continents were still sending fleets to fight each other.

Such forceful intervention further shattered the already chaotic rules caused by the battles of the gods, replacing them with endless turmoil.

Before the flames had subsided, another light flooded the participants' senses. One fiery cloud after another burst forth from the primal explosion point, and the tides of the subspace stirred up tsunamis that swept away countless lives in an instant.

At the heart of the chaos, Caliban remained unmoved.

The firing pin engages the primer, causing a deflagration that propels the bullet out of the chamber.

Energy was injected into the crystal, igniting its light, and the spear of light fell to the ground with a thud.

The explosive bomb shattered the armor and tore through flesh.

The light spear melted the magic, and the bones and blood evaporated.

Everything remains the same.

The Dark Angels, the First Legion, are waging their war in this unfamiliar territory using methods they know best.

The Primarch's true power lies in this.

Even though they are far less powerful than the gods due to the length of their lives, they are still the rule-makers.

Those who choose to sell their own assets in order to appear powerful are absolutely the most foolish thing to do for the Primarch.

The magical tower built of Tzeentch Crystals has collapsed, leaving only the furious roar of the Lord of Changes; the massive structure forged by the Nurgle swarm has vanished, leaving only howling dust and rubble.

The missiles, loaded with large amounts of viscous flares and aerosols, spewed out, engulfing the still-standing buildings in the nearby blocks. The Khorne's army was sunken like eye sockets gouged out, and the altars forged by Slaanesh were engulfed in flames. The entire area was swept up in a sea of ​​fire from the saturation bombardment.

Beneath the smoke of battle, active legions, advancing fleets, special forces gathering unique resources, and production zones constantly pumping blood into the war effort—all these elements contributed to tilting the scales of war.

If the previous reinforcements from the Wolf Pack were like throwing rocks into a boundless ocean...

At this moment, the arrival of the lion was like a meteor falling to earth.

Each successive attack shook the surroundings. Such a massive planet approaching so close would be an incredibly awe-inspiring event in any world. Even the gravity of the real universe could cause the demons to feel the tremors.

In those undamaged areas, fragments of crystal and subspace reefs rained down from the barriers shattered by the impacts from above. The four-colored mist, thick as fog, trembled and cracked, the resulting fissures spreading all the way to the feet of the ever-changing demon lords who were waiting to be sold and watching from the sidelines.

"Long live Caliban!"

Logan, who was fighting on the front lines, saw the Dark Angel arrive and immediately took the lead in shouting.

"For the glory of the eldest son and all fathers!"

The space wolves cheered.

"What a grand display."

Leman Russ marveled.

He watched as the Dark Angel combat group seemed to become even faster, more serious, and more aggressive with the cheers of the wolves.

It wasn't that I was surprised by the existence of this war planet.

During the Great Expedition, he had seen all sorts of outrageous things. In the end, Astartes was not such an outrageous weapon of war; it was just that it brought the solar system to an era with its super single-core and the even more outrageous Imperial.

As a Primarch who was taken in by Macardo and one of the first Primarchs to return, he had access to far more Imperial secrets than some other Primarchs.

Many technologies were not absent from the human empire, but were chosen to be shelved during the Great Crusade at the Emperor's discretion.

The reason is that it can't be controlled.

Are war satellites powerful?
It must be powerful.

Referring to the Orcs and Randan, such a weapon of war is equivalent to a strategic unit capable of conquering several star sectors.

Each deployment is not merely the arrival of a legion, but rather, while serving as a strategic unit, it is also a combat system that can directly and completely serve the war, minimize losses over distance, and fully invest local resources into the war effort.

Can humans create it?
of course can.

In a sense, Mars and Terra are such entities; if necessary, they could even give you a live performance of a wandering planet.

Therefore, for humanity, building such a thing would certainly not present any technical difficulties, and it would also be an excellent supplement to warfare, as one unit could suppress several star sectors.

But if the world-building equipment created by humans becomes independent, wouldn't you be devastated? Look at the Primarchs, these brothers are living in misery, not to mention the governors who have no blood ties.

Hey, some people might ask, why don't I just build them separately and then assemble them in the end?
Say it again about subspace travel.

So the question isn't whether it can be made, but rather that it cannot be made.

What's the difference between creating something that can't be controlled and aiding the enemy?

Overcorrection is necessary in an overly extreme situation.

Lemanrus didn't consider himself to be a particularly loving father and son with the All Fathers, but some Primarchs might not understand the All Fathers better than he did, and even went to great lengths to address the issue of how the Astartes were treated.

In reality, this is indeed the case, and Astartes is indeed the best expedient solution.

The rebellion of half the Astartes Legion was resolved even amidst the constant abstract events involving loyalists; however, the war was already lost the moment Magnus sent that psionic communication.

"Hey."

Thinking of this, Lemanrus felt the power of the gods within his body receding, and couldn't help but show a look of melancholy.

The whole rebellion is too abstract.

A bunch of people, armed with a mix of true and false information and their own half-baked understanding, make what they believe to be perfect choices.

Finally, when the entire group of stars shines brightly.

Fortunately, the arrival of his equally abstract brother, Ryan, eased his anxiety considerably.

As Leman Russ watched Caliban approach, the planet with its clearly visible cracks answered a question that had lingered in his mind for millennia. He looked forward to meeting his brother while also feeling a sense of relief.

At least it wasn't Dorn who came to save him.

Leman Russ thought so.

Returning to the initial surprise.

The emergence of large-scale strategic weapons indicates that the empire's control over local areas has reached a very high level, enabling it to support an entire legion in playing with these large toys.

"Did Quan's plan succeed?"

Lemanrus asked Bjorn.

The Network Project is a plan that can completely solve the harsh living conditions of humankind.

This is also why, after the emperor was confident in his success, the hastily assembled and flawed human empire was still able to be reborn while ensuring the unity of humanity.

Lemanrus learned of this the first time he returned to Terra; Dorne had even invited him to help defend Terra.

He didn't go; he went out and had some fun on his own.

After having fun, I realized I could never go back.

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Lemanrus was once again relieved that it wasn't Dorn who came to his rescue.

Then he realized that he had probably asked a stupid question.

The Emperor hadn't even revealed the Netway Project to his sons, so how could these Astartes possibly know about it?

"Yes."

Bjorn continued.

Not
"See for yourself."

Bjorn casually tossed Russ a terminal containing an electronic version of the compiled history of the Great Rebellion.

He was too busy to pay attention to his father's curiosity.

After losing the terminal, he continued to keep his head down, actively coordinating battlefield command with the Dark Angel, gradually bringing the Space Wolves, who had arrived earlier, into the combat system centered around Caliban.

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Leman Russ took the terminal and found that it was still the same as it was ten thousand years ago. He turned it on, and Primarch Superman's brain received the information in an instant.

broken.

Then he was stunned, and his expression visibly became quite interesting.

It wasn't that Bjorn added any personal touches to him.

Rather, history simply recounted his original actions verbatim.

Especially the biographies of the original entities.

The inner turmoil he experienced when facing Magnus, the hesitation he felt when facing Horus, and the resentment he felt after his first defeat—he treated the wolf king as an executioner, yet he was also loyal and righteous, and his indecisive nature was fully displayed.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was the one who wrote this.

That's where things went wrong. It's broken.

Leman Russ punched the center of his palm.

He said that those wolf cubs had no respect for their father at all. You should know that back then, apart from the brothers of the Thirteen Dalian, many wild wolves, even those of Terran descent, worshipped him like a god.

As a result, he showed absolutely no respect to the bunch of kids whom Yorn had raised, treating him purely as a large wolf, not as a god.

And judging from this attitude, it seems to be dealing with a rather troublesome wild wolf.

At first, he thought it was Bjorn, that rebellious son, who was slandering him.

Now he understands.

There's absolutely no need to slander them.

Riemann Ruston was annoyed.

If it were during the Great Expedition, he would have just laughed it off in the face of such slander. At worst, he would have just beaten up the other side in a reasonable and legal way. After all, he was a barbarian, and it was normal for him to beat people up anytime, anywhere.

But the situation is different now. Everything that was going to happen has happened, and everyone knows that his carefree attitude is just an act.

But because he's not pretending, he seems even more foolish now.

Look at what he did throughout the entire rebellion.

Both were notorious barbarians of the empire, but the Khan truly died for his country by staying in Terra.

He's really turned into a pig now.

"Thank goodness it was Ryan."

Lemanrus was relieved for the third time that the Lion King had come to pick him up.

At least this person, who was close to him, was also just as bad as him.

The Crow King's situation was understandable, Guilliman was completely oblivious, and it was just the two of them who were really doing something abstract.

Lemanrus rubbed his hands together, glanced furtively at Bjorn who was already preparing to board the plane to evacuate, and obediently followed the other's advice to return to the Herafnkel.

He's suddenly a little afraid to go back.

He's afraid that some of his brothers who fought in the Siege of Terra might come up to him and say, "Brother, take a look at your stats."

I don't know what Ryan was thinking. With his character, how could he allow such a secret to spread so widely in the Empire?

Lemanrus's face turned pale and then red. He had just subconsciously wanted to take a sip of wine when Bjorn confiscated it. He was completely submissive.

The smiling faces beneath the helmets of the wolves around them were a rare sight, a testament to the fact that the rule requiring helmets in combat was truly commendable.

Om Messiah needs comprehensive protection to safeguard users of Imperial technology; without a helmet, it's difficult to see the head and thus offers no protection.

Boom—Boom—Boom—

Strategic bombing from the Caliban has never ceased.

Amidst the frustrated, fearful, and resentful gazes of the demons, the Space Wolf Legion, having successfully protected Wolf King Lemanrus, quickly disengaged from the contact combat zone. The entire legion reverted to fleet combat mode, relying on the Geller Field as a safety barrier to launch large-scale firepower projections, and rapidly moved towards Caliban.

The two distinct legions quickly joined forces and prepared for the next phase of their mission, smoothly handing over everything they controlled, just like two arms that belonged to one whole.

The most important meeting in the preparations took place in the main hall of the Kaliban Monastery.

The atmosphere is off.

This was Lemanrus's first impression of the Knights' Hall after he set foot in the Stone Monastery.

The warriors were the same group of warriors as before, solemn and dignified, with proud postures. Lemanrus even saw many familiar faces from ten thousand years ago.

But before he could even wonder why Bjorn, the lone wolf of the pack, could be so readily available among the Dark Angels, Lemanrus more keenly sensed something else about these Dark Angels.

If there is any difference, it is that it makes him even more surprising.

Lemanrus was aware of the overall changes to the Dark Angels.

Compared to when he first returned and fought alongside the Emperor in countless battles, enjoying immense glory, most of them have been filled with bitterness and resentment since following Ryan.

The core force of the Great Expedition suddenly became a black glove for handling extreme problems, which no one could withstand.

The key is that you really can't tell Ryan from this. He's a true man of steel inside and out, and his inner turmoil doesn't affect his efficiency at all.

But the Dark Angels under my command are human, and I really can't handle them.

Deep-seated hatred is a good thing; I heard that someone in the Caliban hid nuclear bombs on Ryan's flagship without reporting it.

But things are very different now.

Lemanrus squinted at a knight clad in bone-white Terminator armor.

Galad, of Terran descent, was formerly the Knight Commander of the Sixth Branch Fleet, holding the same rank as Coswayne.

The other party, acting as the master of ceremonies for this meeting, walked alongside Bjorn, guiding the Primarch forward and proudly displaying everything about the Legion to the returning Primarch.

No, it's even better than it was back then.

Complex emotions swirled in his mind, making it difficult to truly adapt to the changes, and Lemanrus's expression grew increasingly strange.

He kept observing the knights, and things that were almost identical but not quite what his eyes expected would attract his attention again and again.

Until he reached the end of the road, a familiar yet strange figure appeared in his sight, a figure that awakened a call from his bloodline.

"Leman Russ".

Ryan stood still, his posture solemn and upright, completely motionless.

The cloak slid down the shoulders of the automatic armor like water, and with an air of dignified arrogance, he looked down at Lemanrus, who was blind in one eye, covered in fresh blood, and in a disheveled state.

"You've regressed."

Selectively ignoring the flattery from the wolves and the emperor's eldest son, Ryan carefully examined his old friend and offered this sharp critique.

The lion stared directly at the wolf king.

Karna toned down his brilliance to avoid overshadowing the main character.

The expected exasperation and hearty laughter were replaced by a bewildered silence.

When the wolf king withdrew his gaze from these confident knights, he saw a lion treating him in the same manner.

There were no rules that forced him to follow, nor any strictness that suppressed his inner feelings. All he had was the initiative to uphold the rules and the undisguised, unyielding direct mockery of others.

Brother, long time no see. I've come to see you make a fool of yourself.

That kind of straightforwardness.

Who is this old man?

Lemanrus asked Bjorn.

Bjorn's expression visibly became fascinating.

He truly deserves to be called the Wolf King.

He opened his mouth to say things he could never have said in his entire life.

Bjorn's brain raced as he began to organize his thoughts.

Indeed, the transformation of the lion is truly astonishing.

But since it's the original entity, and belongs to another family, he can't be allowed to criticize it.

That troublesome Leman Russ always manages to conjure up diplomatic incidents.

After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply from Bjorn, Lemanrus frowned in thought, seemingly trying to reconcile the man before him with the image of the lion he remembered from the past.

The frustration he already felt over historical issues clashed sharply with the straightforward Primarch before him.

This made him mutter a complaint under his breath.

"Summon the true Lord of Dark Angels to me."

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The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Suck--

Before the group of space wolves, their bodies trembling with suppressed laughter, he raised his hand to signal to the group of dark angels who were preparing to uphold the honor of the lion that they need not pay any attention.

Greet Karna with polite yet smiling eyes and listen to the hearty laughter coming from the Primarch's communication platform.

Ryan took a deep breath.

well.

This brother, whom he used to hate the most, had already regained his place on par with Ramses in Ryan's heart the moment they met.

Even Ramses.

　Ps:

　　It's still not getting better. I still have inflammation all over my body and need IV fluids every day. Not to mention the rhinitis, pharyngitis, and mouth ulcers, the most serious problems are enteritis and perianal abscess. I've been eating nothing but plain porridge for over half a month, and even defecating is a life-or-death struggle.

　　Woo woo woo.

　　Happy April Fool's Day!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)