This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 101 Victory lies with you, me, and everyone
As I looked into the distance, I saw the bright light of the spear and the wreckage of the enemy ship falling at the same time.

Bomb craters, corpses, and soldiers all over the mountains were chasing the Zerg like a whirlwind. On the high mountain piled with enemy corpses, the Astartes, the Astra Militarum, and humans from all walks of life planted their flags full of holes on the mountaintop.

The wind was howling wildly, the setting sun was blazing, and when the sunlight finally fell through the holes torn in the atmosphere by countless spears of light, the earth was covered with a layer of gold, interwoven with blood, so gorgeous that it was hard to look away.

For countless years to come, there will always be people who remember that day.

Because that was the first light of dawn before the sun rose.

—Aglaia Hesikod, Supreme Inquisitor of the Order of Origin
In the hive of Pierrede, before the shrine of the Blood Rose, an unprecedented victory celebration is taking place.

The Emperor's Angels from various chapters who participated in this battle marched in an orderly manner along the road that was riddled with potholes caused by the war.

In the queue, nuns and priests held the holy urn containing the remains of heroes. The remains of countless Tyranid monsters were dragged along the chains and sent to the top of the shrine, and thrown into the torch that was burning forever due to the burning of phosphide weapons.

Around the queue, on two slopes made of ruins, were cheering humans.

They were not in a state of formality, and some of them even simply sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning on the still warm steel. However, it was this complete relaxation after the war that made them burst out with infinite enthusiasm at this moment.

The fleet arrived in low-Earth orbit, and as long as they looked up, they could see the graceful outline of the Queen of Glory battleship.

The auspicious instrument has been receiving information from the entire planet and sending the processed results to every communication device that can receive the information.

The enemy was completely wiped out, but humanity still survived.

"We won."

On the viewing platform, Romulus looked at the crowd and said to Sister Elisa beside him, "Do you know why?"

During the battle, the head nun hung herself on a specially modified Nun Hero Armor that had given up its defense, wanting to seek a glorious death. However, perhaps because her faith was too fanatical, she charged forward in every attack, but still fought until now and stood here.

Hearing Romulus' question, she quickly and respectfully said:

"Your plan is meticulous and your command is decisive. The strength of you all is even more significant."

"No, you only mentioned us."

Romulus softly interrupted the head sister's compliment, his eyes sweeping over the holy urns behind the Astartes, one after another carrying the remains of the sacrificed people.

His eyes swept across a coffin that came to his side, and he saw an old man lying on his back with a peaceful expression.

Sister Arabella is presiding over the ceremony for the war dead.

Each chapter also commemorates the dead with its own unique culture.

This is a celebration and also a funeral.

Romulus held out his hand.

"Victory comes from you, from me, from them, and from every human being who fights for it."

"Yes, my lord."

Alyssa bowed. She didn't know much, and the lack of education made it difficult for her to understand what humanistic care was.

But it doesn't matter.

Is the war won?
Won.

Did the people of the empire survive?

survived.

Since the adults are right, don't think too much about it.

Alisa clenched her fists feverishly.

She just needed to fight, just follow the adults' instructions and keep fighting. "Arthur! Arthur!"

The crowd cheered. It was the Black Knight who aroused the first spark of resistance among the warriors. It was he who fought in the nameless battlefield, keeping out the claws that were lurking around humanity.

Arthur stepped onto the platform alone and came between the two people who had been waiting in the viewing platform.

"Seraph! Karna!"

Karna is the banner and the torch that leads people forward. If it were not for his courage and perseverance, people would have collapsed in the repeated ups and downs.

The angel left the army and came to the left side of Romulus.

Of them, one lives in a distant world and is the starlight that guides the warriors, while the other is integrated into the crowd and is the sun that ignites the sparks.

Romulus looked at the cheers his companions received and smiled sincerely.

Look, this is a hero.

Snapped--

The steel-wrapped gauntlets were grasped, facing the crowd, facing the cheering crowd, and the four people's hands were raised together.

"Romulus! Romulus!"

The cheers rang out again, one wave after another.

When Romulus's calm and peaceful voice sounded over the communication, they knew that the adults' eyes were on them, and they knew that someone hoped that they could survive.

That voice will not despise your weakness or your flaws. That voice will provide you with the best and teach you step by step how to survive.

Every time they fired a gun, every time they tried to give a command, it was all guided by that calm voice and the invisible support from behind them.

Romulus was the one they were most familiar with.

Look, we are all heroes!

Ramses laughed loudly. He used his psychic power to hide himself under the curtain. His actions were full of danger and must not be exposed to the public.

Partners never care about each other's gains and losses, and as long as they know each other's deeds, that is enough.

The traversers finally set foot on the stage of the Milky Way. Their previous experiences were all on this planet. This planet named Pierrede will be forever recorded in the history of the empire.

A group of mortals, a few Space Marines and the Mechanicus's forces stopped the most terrifying Great Devourer, thwarted the conspiracy of the Chaos enemy, and held out until reinforcements arrived.

This is a chaos ritual condensed from the souls of trillions of people, and these are millions of hive fleets that devoured huge amounts of biomass, and then collapsed here.

Looking at the crowd below, I saw that almost every one of them was holding a child in their arms.

Some of them are unknown to them, and some are known to them. This is their future.

".Are you sad?"

Romulus whispered.

Many people died in this battle. The people rescued by the time travelers are conservatively estimated to have died in the millions, and the death toll will continue to rise with the collective outbreak of post-war sequelae.

There is always death in war.

"Sacrifice is the only way to change this universe, so I'm not sad."

Arthur took off his helmet early, his golden hair sparkled in the sun, there was no trace of dullness in his eyes, only an increasingly firm determination.

"Because of the sacrifices, we have great ambitions. We dare to change the sun and the moon into a new sky."

(End of this chapter)