This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 110 You will be the commander of this chapter——

call--

With rumbling sounds, one sacred vehicle after another with its weapons and equipment turned off slowly drove out, instantly capturing the attention of everyone present.

Their armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like moving temples, solemn and dignified. Their powerful engines roared, as if announcing the arrival of some divine event.

In the sky, fighter jets that had completed their registration in advance roared past, their wings cutting through the sky and scattering bright gold foil and petals. The golden fragments sparkled in the sun, and the petals fluttered in the wind, falling as lightly as angel feathers.

The cheers of the people reached a climax with this spectacular sight, and their voices merged into a torrent, shaking the entire ceremonial square.

At the same time, as the last crew member walked down the platform, the Stormbird fighter adjusted its parking angle in time, and the huge tail slowly moved away, releasing the blocked sunlight.

The golden light, like the blessing of Saint Leos, spread across the earth, illuminating every inch of the square.

Under everyone's excited gaze, the brilliant golden light avoided the stopped vehicles and the guards of many regiments, and finally landed steadily on a golden-red team.

That was the most dazzling team in the entire square, the Crimson Paladins led by Karna in golden-red armor.

Their armor gleamed in the sunlight, like burning flames or flowing blood, both solemn and fiery.

"Holy Lord, Les!"

At this moment, the people's cheers reached a whole new level.

Their voices were like thunder, shaking the heaven and earth.

Although they did not know the name of this team, nor did they know the structure of the "Triple Sphere" that once existed within the Blood Angels, nor did they understand what kind of honor was carried on the gorgeous armor, they were still crazy about it.

They only knew that they should cheer.

Cheers for this honor and glory!

Cheer for the faith and power represented by the golden and red armor!

Hail the supreme glory displayed by the Sons of Holy Leth!
Karna walked at the front of the team, his steps were steady and powerful, his golden-red armor flashed with dazzling light as he moved, his face was exposed to the sunlight, projecting his friendliness and vitality to everyone.

Behind him, the Crimson Paladins lined up in neat rows, marching in unison, their armor splendid, like an army straight out of a myth.

The cheers of the people surged like a tide, flooding the entire square. Their faces were filled with excitement and reverence, and their eyes were shining with fanaticism. At this moment, they seemed to see the incarnation of Saint Jerome, and the legendary glory and power.

"As expected of an Ultramarines, you understand my cues. The son of Guilliman never fails to assert himself."

Looking at this shocking scene, Ledotus looked at Dante beside him who was also in a state of surprise, and couldn't help but admire him in his heart.

If his stone-headed compatriots were to come here, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to teach him even if they were to teach him step by step.

"The Black Templars are the ones who are going to do something."

Romulus and his companions walked in front of the team in tacit understanding. His steps were steady and calm, with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

This was not the first time he lamented the Black Templar's way of doing things.

The Black Templars are so popular throughout the galaxy, and besides their fighting ability, there are obviously other reasons.

This visit was originally just an ordinary trip, but when the Black Templar fighter planes deliberately adjusted their position before landing to give way to the sunlight, Romulus understood their intention.

They wanted the Ultramarines to display themselves in a high-profile manner, to imprint their image deeply in the eyes of as many citizens of the Empire as possible.

These 'ancient' relics in their hands and these ancient members they possess are unimaginable wealth for a regiment.

Ledotus brought the four people to Bal to do this after he realized that they were planning to establish an independent army.

After we rush to support Ultramar, including the Black Templars, even if we get the support of the three founding groups, the pressure of building an army will be much less.

The Black Templars are like the younger generation who have made it in the new era dragging the older generation who know nothing about the present to pay their respects one by one, hoping that the older generation can have an easier time in this era.

Look at this level of emotional intelligence, how can an ordinary regiment learn it?

And that's not all we have.

Romulus couldn't help but chuckle at Karna, who captivated everyone around him like a dazzling radiance. His companions' inherent vitality, combined with their ability to absorb black fury, naturally made them a target for these Blood Angels. Furthermore, the travelers sincerely wished for the best for these angels, with no dark motives to linger on.

perfect!

The Crimson Paladin team came to Dante.

"Dante the Great"

"Just call me Dante!"

Dante quickly interrupted, not caring about being rude.

He always felt that it would be even more rude to let this noble angel call him "Sir".

"My name is Karna."

Karna laughed, stretched out his hand, and then spoke with the utmost respect.

"Hello, Chapter Master Dante."

People like Dante, who watch alone from one era to the next and still stick to their bottom line and responsibilities, are always respected by other time travelers.

"Hello, Lord Karna."

Dante also stretched out his hand. The moment he touched the noble angel, he felt that the blood thirst and dark rage he had endured for a long time had dissipated a lot.

The pupils under the mask blinked twice vigorously. Dante carefully felt the world in front of him that seemed to have changed, wanting to confirm that everything he felt was not an illusion.

This is not an illusion.

Cepatus took a step forward, and the sound of his armor hitting the ground brought Dante back from his calm.

Karna carefully withdrew his hand, feeling that Romulus had gone a little too far.

Dante looked like he was afraid that he would have to give up his position in front of everyone and become the captain of the Baal.

"Cephalus, Captain of the First Company of the Crimson Paladins of the Cherubim Battle Group."

Said Cepatus.

"you--"

Dante, who was well-versed in the history of the Blood Angels, certainly remembered the name, but it only took him a split second to recall the history that this name carried.

During the Siege of Terra, he defended Terra alongside Sanctuary, and ultimately during the Assault on Saturn's Gate, Septurus, along with the Warhound Endrid Hal and Garro the Dusk Raider, fought against Abaddon, but was tragically killed by the First Captain of the Sons of Horus.

After his blood thirst and dark rage were suppressed, his consciousness became much clearer.

"By the grace of a miracle."

Thanks to the Emperor still being on the Golden Throne at the time, Septurus and his comrades were able to preserve their souls.

"On behalf of the thirteen Crimson Paladins, including myself, I sincerely hope to return to the wings of the Blood Angels. We are able to accept the test of our loyalty and identity by the Chapter."

"The Blood Angels welcome back his ancient offspring, Elders!"

Dante saluted solemnly. As he looked at these sacred ancients, his back was straightened to the limit, as if pillars taller than the sky stood beside him.

Then he once again held Karna's hands with both of his own, as eager as if he had found his backbone.

"grown ups!"

He shouted solemnly, and that gesture made Karna helpless, Arthur speechless, Ramses smirk, and Romulus change color.

not good!

(End of this chapter)