This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 117 See you tomorrow

Dawn-Church School
The children today were lucky, because not only did they have the honor of sitting with the noble Astartes, but they also had a rare moment of relaxation.

That is listening to stories.

Sharing and passing on are the innate rights of human beings, and human beings who are not contaminated by corruption will naturally stop and take notice of a simple and beautiful story.

"teacher!"

In class, Erica, who had just finished listening to the story, raised her hand and asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and anticipation.

"Why would the Archangel choose fewer grapes instead of more apples?"

Karna smiled slightly, his eyes gently fixed on Erica.

"Oh, so what's your choice, little Erica?"

Erica thought for a moment, then answered seriously, "I would choose apples, because I can't afford grapes, and I have plenty of apples. I can bring them to my mom and sister, and I can eat the rest myself."

Although her voice was childish, it carried a rare firmness. Even though she knew grapes tasted better, she still chose apples.

"Well, it seems Erica values her family very much."

Karna nodded gently and offered words of encouragement. He turned his gaze to the tall Space Marine and asked, "Seth, what will you choose?"

"Grape."

Seth said proudly, his voice low and powerful, as if declaring some unshakable belief.

"Because I can get it!"

He actually answered it.

Arthur stood in a corner of the classroom, his eyes twitching as he watched a big man who had fought for a hundred years competing with a child. He really couldn't hold it in.

"Well, as a descendant of an angel, you should have confidence in your own strength."

Karna continued to nod in approval, then turned his gaze to Sirin. This girl, who was born in the void and whose hair and eye colors were different from those of ordinary people, lowered her head and seemed a little hesitant.

"What about Celine?"

Karna's voice remained gentle, as if encouraging her to speak her mind.

"Actually, I want them all."

Xilin puffed up her face a little embarrassedly, her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, her fingers twisted together, and she seemed a little uneasy.

This little girl has a bright future.

The corners of Karna's mouth rose slightly, and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

"That's right. When you want or need something, you should fight for it, instead of thinking that you only deserve to eat cheap things or what you have."

Karna's voice was soft yet powerful, echoing in the small classroom.

His eyes swept over each child's face, as if to carve these words into their souls.

"You should eat better, wear better, and use better things."

There was an unquestionable firmness in his tone, as if he was conveying some kind of belief to these children. His fingers tapped lightly on the podium, making a dull sound, as if to add weight to his words.

"You can rely on your own efforts and help each other. If one person can't do it, then two people can help. If two people can't do it, then more people can help."

His voice gradually rose with an inspiring force.

"If that doesn't work, then come to us. We'll teach you how to fight for it, and we'll lead you to fight for it."

The children's eyes lit up, as if they saw some hope in his words, and they leaned forward slightly, as if wanting to get closer and hear more clearly.

"Do you remember it?"

"remember."

The children answered in unison. Although their voices were childish, they were filled with a rare firmness. There was a gleam in their eyes, as if at this moment, they really believed that they could change their destiny.

".This concludes today's class."

Karna checked his watch. Romulus's plan was very detailed. Even though he had added a lot of personal touches to it, he still just finished speaking.

"See you tomorrow."

Karna stood in front of the podium, his eyes gently sweeping over every face in the classroom.

He knew that he could not give much to these children.

In terms of faith, these Astartes have experienced wars longer than his lifespan and have long been numb to death.

In terms of suffering, any one of those children who struggled out of the war with Pierrede on the bottom floor of the ship had experienced more than the four time travelers combined.

All Karna could convey to them was love.

When it comes to childhood, time travelers are confident that they are much happier than more than 99% of the people in this universe.

Love cannot be taught, but fortunately they have the opportunity to convey it through practical actions.

This will be a long process. "Goodbye, teacher!"

Thirty minutes, this is a complete relaxing time for the children, but the course is only thirty minutes long.

There was a relaxed atmosphere in the classroom and rare smiles appeared on the children's faces.

This kind of relaxation was destined not to last long, because next, they would need to study the scriptures of the state religion, recite the long history, learn the professional knowledge of their own branch, do physical exercises, and complete the cleaning of the church under the guidance of the nanny.

On average, they spend fourteen hours a day on intensive study.

It's hard, right?

But there is no way, this is not the world where the time travelers are from, this is Warhammer 40k, and the best effort the time travelers can do is to make these children strong enough before they face the universe.

Even if they were time travelers, they could only be given thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes is not a long time. Compared with the long time of a human, an Astartes, or a traveler from another world, it is just a small fragment in life.

But a bond has formed between them, and it will only grow stronger in the future.

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Arthur watched the children leaving. Their backs looked particularly thin under the light of the corridor, yet full of energy. Their footsteps were brisk and their laughter echoed in the empty corridor, as if they were happy for a better choice and eager to share and pass on the content of the story to each other.

Today they are not able to think about the meaning of the story itself——

But that's enough.

When they have to endure endless darkness in the future, they need to face this cruel universe and learn the truth of the universe through hardships.

They knew about the monsters in the High Heavens that caused all living beings to indulge in suffering, knew that they were just a speck of dust in the universe, and understood how the empire turned from a vibrant country into a decaying and rotten corpse.

They will think of today and of times like this in their lives.

The cruel blow will eventually shatter the idealistic romance, but there will always be a beam of warm light that was lit early in the past to support their spirit and soul.

The fulfillment from childhood will eventually heal their lives.

Arthur's gaze remained on the end of the corridor until the children's backs completely disappeared. His fingers unconsciously stroked the hilt of the sword at his waist. His expression was indifferent, but there was a glimmer in his eyes, which showed both worry about the future and relief in the present.

Astartes, with their basic forms, are difficult to deal with, while Flesh Tearers and Carcharhinans are completely different extremes.

If Karna had not been able to charm these angel descendants, the time travelers would have initially planned to directly blame Dante and let the old man who had ruled the Blood Angels for more than 800 years worry about it.

But now, even Karna himself felt that he should move. Since he had a natural advantage, there was nothing wrong in using this advantage to do something within his ability.

Then, it’s time for expertise.

It is necessary to take ideological courses and professional courses, only then can it be considered sound.

Arthur turned around and walked towards the launch platform. Although the Flesh Tearers had just undergone surgery, they could try to start a simulated battle.

Neither Arthur nor Romulus worried about whether the Astartes could hold on, because Ancient Terra had proven that there was no upper limit to human endurance.

Supermen like Astartes should utilize their superhuman brains for me while exerting their superhuman combat power.

Arthur did not require every member of the Flesh Tearers to be like himself, running around with Romulus to collect combat data of the Dark Angels Seraphs every day, going to Ramses to conduct biological-related professional research, monitoring the situation inside the entire battleship, reducing his presence to collect information from unfamiliar areas, and then dueling and communicating with the top leaders of each regiment.

He didn't have high expectations for the Flesh Tearer, so his request was simple.

Karna taught them how to behave, and he came to develop a new combat mode for this group of flesh-tearing soldiers.

On average, it would literally take away hundreds or even thousands of supermen selected from fellow travelers to accomplish this.

Although the Flesh Tearers are crazy, they are a war group with a history of nearly ten thousand years, so tactical knowledge is not a problem. The next step is to teach them how to become a qualified Destroyer force.

In fact, many chapters are paying attention to the changes in the Flesh Tearers, especially the chapters that participated in the Pierrede Zerg War. They are all paying attention to the enhancements that this operation brings to the Astartes, because the Destroyer Corps, a combat force that can completely destroy biomass, is what they need most to fight against the Zerg in the future.

As long as the survival of the Astartes can be guaranteed, they will also form their own Primarch Guard.

What? You mean the Destroyer Force?
That's called the Primarch Guard. We formed it to commemorate the Primarch. The Codex Astartes clearly states that it can be formed, and there's not even any restrictions on the armament. What's wrong with using some powerful weapons?
Anyone who dares to investigate will be lost in the subspace.
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The Flesh Tearers who received the training order stood up in an orderly manner, and seriousness appeared on their faces.

No matter how reluctant they were, they would not disobey the order to fight.

Only then could it be seen that they were a group of professional soldiers.

"Lord Karna"

Seth looked at Karna who was still thinking about something in the classroom and asked expectantly.

"Can we still meet in this kind of setting?"

Although he really didn't understand what the archangel was trying to teach them, he was fascinated by this peaceful and relaxing feeling.

"of course."

Karna waved his hand with a smile, looked at the Flesh Tearers, and prepared to ask the Blood Angels to send some people over.

"See you tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)