This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 114 Your Name (5.8k Apology Meow)
After the Blood Angels approved the transformation agreement for Baal, the meeting process came to an end.

Marshal Ledotus was the first to leave the meeting. His movements were decisive and quick, as if he had already anticipated the outcome of the meeting.

He had originally come here with the elders to pay their respects, and when he saw Dante's expression that said, "Why don't you be the commander of the Blood Angels?", he knew that the effect was good enough.

As for asking the Blood Angels to draw forces to join the expeditionary fleet, he was not in a hurry.

The next leg of the voyage would still require the navigators to spend time planning, so for now they would just help set up Bal's stall.

After all, they have already intuitively experienced the operational capabilities of the Blood Angels.

Ledotus silently exchanged glances with Romulus, who was walking alongside him, and both saw the same conclusion in each other's eyes—

Totally hopeless.

Romulus also breathed a sigh of relief. This was the most tiring time he had ever felt dealing with outsiders. Fortunately, although Arthur was not able to perform well this time, there was still a charismatic person in the team who was good at special attacks against the Blood Angels, otherwise it would have been difficult to deal with.

And the Blood Angels themselves had little to say.

The state religion provides money and manpower, and the elders provide holy objects. It seems that they only need to nod their heads to get such a huge bargain.

After all, putting aside the fact that other people have empty heads, Dante has been leading this group of problem children for so many years, and he still has self-awareness. If the Empire really wants to do something to Tubal, there is no need to make such a big scene; and if Chaos makes such a big scene, it will be impossible to hide it.

As for whether there is a risk of Chaos Corruption in this process...

Although the angels were completely clueless about governance, when it came to war and destruction—they were nothing to be afraid of.

"Sir, do you have anything else to say?"

In the conference room, the crowd dispersed, leaving only the Blood Angels.

"These are some adjustments that Separtus plans to make to the Chapter after he returns."

Karna looked around and found that Dante and Septatus were both looking at him, so he handed over a form somewhat awkwardly.

Dante took it and looked at it, frowning slightly, then asked awkwardly:
"Sir, are you planning to rebuild the 'Triple Heaven Sphere'?"

The 'Triple Sphere', an organizational structure established after Saint Jerome's return to the Blood Angels Legion, encompasses all Blood Angels.

The outermost layer is naturally the ordinary members of each company, the second layer is the commanders and champions of each company, and the central layer represents a part of the original body. They need to abandon their past names and use a brand new name as their new beginning.

The central-level organizations include the Holy Blood Guard, the Crimson Paladins, the Burning Eye, and the Angel's Tears, which serve as the Primarch's personal bodyguards, the Primarch's Sanctuary Guards, the Primarch's secret police, and the Primarch's direct Destroyer Force, respectively.

Dante certainly knew the duties of these troops.

After the death of Saint Jerome, Radoron, the first Blood Angels Chapter Master, returned his body to Baal and has been trying to restore the 'Triple Heavenly Sphere' that was severely damaged in the Siege of Terra.

But soon, Lord Guilliman brought a "good news". Radon was "fortunate" and no longer had to worry about rebuilding the "Triple Heaven Sphere".

With the promulgation of the Codex Astartes, the Legion was split up. The Black Rage triggered by the Primarch's death forced the Blood Angels to reduce even the Sanguinary Guard to ensure that the sacred position left by Saint Jerome was not tainted by the Black Rage, not to mention other troops.

But what else can I do?

The Primarchs all died in battle, and the Blood Angels have always been isolated due to their genetic defects, without anyone they can talk to.

"We know that the Blood Angels' current structure cannot support the Triple Heaven."

Karna understood what Dante was embarrassed about. It was simply that the current Blood Angels were too weak, and he was afraid that the elders would be disappointed.

"But we can try to contact those sub-groups that still adhere to the teachings of Saint Jerome and divide this function. If necessary, multiple sub-groups can directly condense into a fighting force."

Dark Angel has proven that this set of operations can be done as long as the parent group is strong enough.

".Sir, why are we doing this?"

Dante had actually wanted to ask this question for a long time. It was difficult to ask before because his other cousins were around, but now he finally had the chance.

The Karna, or rather the Wings of Dawn they represent, have always been obsessed with increasing the power of the Astartes, even openly and covertly expressing their dislike for the Codex, and expecting other chapters to follow suit.

Honestly, this kind of challenge to the Primarch's authority is really not something that modern Astartes are used to.

These predecessors seemed to have a strong sense of crisis and were eager to increase the power of the Astartes to deal with something.

"New challenges are coming. In this new era, the structure of the regiment is no longer suitable for the new battlefield environment."

Karna explained in a riddle that according to the big language data model recently collected by Romulus, the top leaders of the Warhammer universe more or less prefer answers that allow them to diverge to a certain extent.

Arthur was able to charm those high-ranking officials with just a few cool and arrogant words, and this was the reason, besides his good looks.

Moreover, time travelers do have a strong sense of crisis.

In less than three hundred years, the Great Rift will open, the Necrons will gradually awaken, the Greenskins will usher in a new Orc leader, and the Tyranids outside the galaxy will soon begin a full-scale invasion.

The time travelers must make as much preparation as possible before that.

Now that the Ultramarines' example has been confirmed as a viable path, other chapters can also have their own Greater Ultramar.

"As for the rest, I won't say anything too final, but now that we have returned, what kind of noble being will return to the galaxy in the future?"

Karna posed another riddle at the right time.

Anyway, Guilliman's return is inevitable. Even if the time traveler does not interfere, the Eldar and Cawl will take action on their own.

"My Lord, you mean—"

Separtus could hardly contain his excitement.

"It's not a prophecy, it's not a revelation, it's just a guess, it's not guaranteed to be true."

After finishing the riddle according to Romulus's script, Karna immediately said.

The time travelers did have a plan to retrieve the dead Primarchs, but at present, without knowing the Primarchs' status, no one could guarantee that a Primarch like Saint Jarles, who was already dead, could be retrieved.

"Yep!"

The angels nodded repeatedly, it was not true.

Now they have no objection to rebuilding the legion organization.

You're kidding! If the Father of Genes returns and finds that they have reduced the Blood Angels to only a thousand people, and the other chapters are disunited, they will not have the face to see the Father of Genes.

Well, at least the enthusiasm has been aroused.

Karna was a little overwhelmed, and then took out a document according to Romulus' instructions.

"This is the production line for the equipment of the Triple Sphere members. Maintenance can only be entrusted to the Chapter's internal Tech-Sergeants. Do not let the Mechanicus know. We have already placed the STC inside the transport aircraft and will deliver it along with the heavy equipment."

"I see."

Dante quickly went through the document, which included production lines for various Terminators, Destroyer weapons, and armed vehicles.

After the placement, production can be started soon, but the machine soul will require the technical sergeant to pay more attention to it.

He accepted the file with great care. Unlike the future described by Romulus in the previous meeting, this gift from the time traveler was the key to rebuilding their connection with the sub-group in a short period of time.

"One last thing."

Karna took out two long boxes that were almost as tall as a person. One of them was filled with the feather pendant of Saint Jeremiah, and the other was filled with the blood pendant sealed in a crystal.

"This is Saint Jeremiah's feather, and this is Saint Jeremiah's blood. It's been simply processed. You can take it home and process it yourself. Just don't eat it. It can suppress the angel's offspring's dark rage to a certain extent."

"No additional conditions are required. Just have one person lead the team during combat. No so-called ceremony is required."

He repeated it again.

Karna complained to Ramses more than once whether this thing could be replaced with another type, but Ramses directly stated that he needed this type of thing that could establish a subspace connection with the angel offspring.

Karna can indeed add a valve of black rage to the angelic offspring through the warp connection, but if the angels themselves do not want to restrain themselves, there is nothing they can do. They must use objects that can carry their psychological sustenance.

What else could be more appealing to the descendants of angels than the wings and blood of Saint Jeremiah?

so be it.

"You can summon all the sub-groups to come and lead the charge. As long as they are willing to control their rage, they will be able to escape the threat of this rage forever. Don't be stingy, there's more if it's not enough."

The time traveler is not without other solutions, such as asking Arthur, the chapter pharmacist who has dismantled tens of thousands of Astartes of various types, to install a Holy Hymn Pituitary for the Blood Angels.

This organ itself can effectively suppress the genetic instincts and black rage of the Blood Angels. As long as the angels maintain a normal mentality, they will basically not get sick.

The reason why this method is not used is very simple.

We're still not very familiar with each other, and I'm telling you right away that I have a way to suppress your black rage and blood thirst. All I have to do is add an organ to your brain.
This is obviously a conspiracy of Chaos. Even if someone else said this to them, they would not be able to accept it.

No matter how easy-going the Blood Angels are, they would not accept such a thing.

"."

Dante looked at the box full of feathers and blood, which was almost as heavy as two people. He raised his head and looked at Karna calmly.

"."

This look frightened Karna.

"Hey~"

Looking at Karna who was clearly avoiding him, Dante sighed.

If others don’t know, he doesn’t know?

If the remains of Saint Jerome really had the effect of suppressing the black rage, how could the angel descendants who had been tortured by the black rage and blood thirst for ten thousand years and had gone mad enough to try to contact those dangerous beings not try it?

Demons or something else have been trying to tempt them to fall through these means, and Dante is quite dissatisfied with the practices of some of the sub-groups.

However, such a precious thing was delivered to them without any conditions attached, without the need for any paper ceremony or any weird preaching.

Oh, there are still conditions.

The Blood Angels need to make Baal better.

With the help of the elders and many friends.

How can there be such a good thing in the world?
"I will keep it, my lord."

Dante nodded solemnly, signaling the Holy Grail Priest to keep the holy objects, and tacitly did not mention the matter of Karna joining the Blood Angels.

Then he thought of the Holy Blood Priest who came to visit the Flesh Tearer.

As a sub-regiment split off as early as the Second Founding of the Army, the Flesh Tearers had been plagued by the Black Rage and had been understaffed for a long time. Now that their Chapter Master had died in battle, the only one left in the entire Chapter's leadership was the Holy Blood Priest.

"My lord, now that the Flesh Tearers are also visiting Baal, can we try to—" "You are the Chapter Master, it is up to you to decide."

After the red envelopes were distributed, Karna couldn't wait to run away.

"I understand. Let Setalan accompany you. He will describe in detail the changes in the Blood Angels over the past millennia. Elder Separtus, please follow me. I hope to discuss the restoration of the Triple Heavenly Sphere in detail."

Dante called over the priest who was in charge of organizing the library.

"sorry to bother you."

Karna nodded towards Setaran.

He is quite interested in history, even the history of another world, because it carries the stories of countless people.

"It's my pleasure, my lord!"

Pastor Setalan replied excitedly, feeling fortunate to have been given such a responsibility.

However, this excitement did not last long and was broken by an uninvited guest.

"grown ups!"

Just as the two were strolling in the magnificent sanctuary, a blood slave came running over and delivered an unexpected news to them.

"The adults are clashing."
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In a remote sanctuary, several Flesh Tearers warriors lay on the ground.

"What do you think of human life?"

Arthur grabbed a sturdy Flesh Tearer warrior, the servo motor under the armor remained silent, holding the warrior firmly in place.

This was not actually a conflict. Arthur was just taking a walk as usual, lowering his presence, when he ran into a group of blood slaves who were receiving the Flesh Tearer and were attacked. After rescuing them, he asked Karna to come and purify them and that was it.

As for blood-sucking and mental illness, time travelers have always regarded this physical defect as a disease, and the descendants of angels are naturally patients, so they can look at their actions more rationally.

But this guy came up and said, "We are screening the weak for the servants of the Blood Angels."

"Are you the weak one who should be eliminated?"

Pressing the warrior to the ground, the Black Knight asked coldly.

"What about you?! Are you eliminated too?"

This descendant of angels seemed to be very good at talking. His blood thirst and black rage made his mind violent, but also full of aggression.

"I clearly remember who this hunger and rage came from. What about you? Where did you come from? You—"

Almost at the moment the Flesh Tearer opened his mouth, before Arthur could do anything, the members of the surrounding regiments all drew their guns.

The Holy Blood Priest of the Flesh Tearer who had already arrived took out his chain hammer, ready to execute his comrade who was speaking blasphemous words.

"Stop!"

Karna's voice came from afar, and this angel who never concealed his brilliance immediately attracted everyone's attention.

He stepped forward quickly, exchanged glances with his companion, and after realizing that no one had died in the conflict, he asked the soldier who was still lying on the ground.

"Who are you? Did you do this?"

The glorious angel came to the side of the warrior. Even in the darkness of night, its sun-like figure dimmed the surrounding lights.

"It's me, then—"

The soldier said loudly, seemingly not convinced at all, and had no intention of getting up. He just looked up at the newcomer.

At this moment, huge sadness was like a flood that suddenly broke the dam, gushing out, pouring down, and occupying Gabriel Seth's heart.

He clearly didn't know this adult, but when he saw Karna's eyes filled with pain because of a mortal, the sadness as if he had lost something made it difficult for him to control his emotions.

"grown ups."

He stammered, then stood up and backed away, like a worm in a dark corner avoiding the sunlight.

"your name."

Karna squatted down and grasped the warrior's hand, stopping his retreat.

"Gabriel."

The tall warrior sobbed, tears streaming down his face.

He wanted to stir up his anger and continue to poke like a hedgehog at anyone who dared to approach him and question his existence, but he found that the anger that had plagued him in the past disappeared.

"Gabriel Seth—I'm sorry."

He sobbed intermittently:
"I'm sorry, my lord."

"It's not me you feel sorry for."

Karna's gaze shifted and he noticed the injured blood slaves. The blood slaves looked at Karna's gaze, and although they did not understand the current situation, they still straightened their chests.

"Please come to me."

Karna waved his hand, signaling these blood slaves to come to him.

"Apologize to them."

"Feel sorry."

The Emperor's angels bowed before his puny servants.

This left the servants stunned and they didn't even know what to do.

They are the food of the Emperor's Angels, and it is their duty to have them whenever the Angels need them.

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The travelers looked at this scene with speechless expressions.
It has always been like this, right?
There is indeed a lot they need to change.

Karna and Arthur looked at each other and both shook their heads helplessly.

On one side are the loyal warriors of the empire, but they have forgotten what they are fighting for; on the other side are the citizens of the empire who have dedicated everything to the empire, but have forgotten to live for themselves.

Damn, is there no such thing as balance in this world? Why are all these abstract combinations of extreme cases?
The nameless fire merged into a black rage. Karna grabbed Seth's hand, making the Holy Blood Priest who came feel a little jealous.

"You are guilty."
He said.

"Yes, I am guilty."

Seth choked up and said that he actually didn't know where his sin was, but that face, the heartfelt sorrow about the current situation, made him know that he was wrong.

"Your sin is that you have forgotten where you came from and what you are protecting. You need to atone for your sins."

Karna said this.

"Yes, I will atone."

This charm is too terrifying.

Karna felt emotional, but he had to admit that this made it easier for him to try to change the angels' offspring.

Then he asked softly.

"Do you want to overcome this rage and become your true self?"

"Yes, my lord, I do."

Definitely.

"Can you control your rage and regain your respect for life?"

"Yes, sir, I can."

Sincerely.

"."

At some point, the Blood Angels who had received the news and rushed over had already arrived at Karna's side. They were all silent, listening to his words.

"Then I will go with you."

Karna said gently, "I will witness your transformation. I can give you walls to withstand your wrath. I will guide you with my own presence."

"Therefore, I hope that every descendant of angels can pick up the soul that belongs to humanity and change for the better. This path is destined to be full of difficulties and dangers, and hunger and thirst will continue to accompany us."

He looked up at the angels around him and the cowering blood slaves, meeting their gazes.

It’s not that they don’t want to become better, but that there is no way, no one to teach them, and the universe does not give them the opportunity.

At this moment, he finally truly felt Arthur's sense of mission. A person puts all his expectations and hopes on you, hoping that you can do something.

"I will go with you."

Yes, time travelers can certainly do it.
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"Generalissimo."

Pedro of the Crimson Fist followed from a viewing platform not far away.

He looked at Karna who was surrounded by angels, with envy in his eyes.

Although elders gradually joined their ranks, it was obvious that the Imperial Fists were not among the four adults who were like the last gifts left by the Primarchs.

Oh, and there are no white sharks either, but those guys seem to have a different kind of bond with the elders.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the elders also had a special fondness for this unique regiment.

"I'm a little envious of the Blood Angels."

Pedro sighed and said.

"Me too, Pedro."

Ledotus replied softly.

"me too."

(End of this chapter)