This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 130 You Are Recruited
The fortress in the distance began to spew flames out from every crack, and countless screams that resounded through the sky clearly showed everyone that the flamethrowers mixed with a small amount of phosphide weapon fuel had achieved amazing results.

When the ultra-high temperature softened the joints of the fortress, the earthquake cannon removed from the Titan was fired immediately, and the resulting earthquake shock wave directly blew the fortress into a pile of burning modular iron sheets.

"Only the Emperor!"

Despite the overwhelming firepower suppression, the war fortress was shattered in an instant, but according to the underlying logic of this universe, a truly strong person would not die because of this impact.

"Protect us!"

The Crimson Fists surged towards the greenskin modules like a tide, and the battle quickly evolved into brutal close combat.

However, these greenskins who used to love to clash seemed to have lost their souls, and were somewhat listless, and were beaten down by the red fist warriors surrounding the battle flag.

Captain Pedro looked sternly, raised his hand, and shot out a bomb from his power fist shining with crimson light, killing a big green-skinned guy who was rushing in the front with one shot.

Then he dodged to the side, avoiding the attack of another greenskin, and then swung his hand back, and the power fist made a sharp clicking sound and hit the greenskin in the face.

The head exploded like a watermelon, red and white objects splattered everywhere, and the entire facial tissue was completely separated from the bones under the action of the force field, completely destroying the entire nervous system.

Then he kicked the headless corpse away, and moved the raised grenade pistol left and right. The muzzle emitted angry flames, and immediately knocked down two greenskins who rushed up with shouts of war.

"You shrimp!"

The Great Technician's force field erupted with brilliance, and the shockwave pushed aside the surrounding debris.

He could feel waaaagh's position being weakened, just like when he encountered those particularly annoying shrimps.

But fortunately, he is the boss and he is not affected!

The great mechanic locked onto the tall and domineering Pedro with one glance, and rushed over blindly waving his power machete.

The deflection shield easily blocked those weak ranged attacks.

"Take my knife!"

Dajiba roared and rushed towards Pedro.

Pedro showed agility that was extremely inconsistent with his size and retreated to avoid it.

"Hehe, you've been fooled—"

The Great Technique Master suddenly revealed a cunning smile, and with a flick of the blade, a static bomb was launched, and then its smile remained at this moment forever.

"I feel, not as good as Sir Arthur."

Retracting the explosive grenade launcher from his gloves, Pedro looked at the Great Master who was frozen in place because the bomb exploded prematurely.

If it were Lord Arthur, the fist or shield would have hit your forehead the moment the sword fell. Even if you blocked the fist, the sword would have almost chopped off your head.

I haven't seen anyone who can defend it all yet.

However, it is one thing during a ritual duel, and it is a completely different scene during a one-on-one educational duel on a daily basis.

Unlike Lord Arthur's rigid and resolute manner when sparring, he was quite unsportsmanlike when teaching, using all sorts of unconventional tactics, and anything that could cause harm was a weapon, tormenting those chapter leaders, company commanders, and champions who wanted to learn from him.

Pedro has actually eaten a lot of stasis bombs.

According to Lord Arthur, the enemy will not give you the opportunity for an honor duel. The enemy is the enemy, and it is best if they die. As for the process, it is not important.

Even if you disdain to use them, you should still make yourself aware of these attacks so that you can respond in time if an unexpected situation arises.

Like many dueling champions of the warband, they like to jump into a duel when provoked by the opponent. This is a bad habit, and it is easy for Alpharius, who has a hidden gun, to hit you in the face with a grenade when you don't have a ranged weapon.

Of course, if you can be like Lord Arthur, then just ignore what I said.

Break through the fire blockade in a nearly instantaneous manner, ignore those psychic witchcrafts, and then chop people down with two swords. If you can master this skill, no other tricks will be of any use.

Click!

Clenching his fists tightly, the thrusters behind him dynamically adjusted the direction of the sprint as the electronic muscle bundles pulled. Pedro silently calculated the time when the static force field would end.

three.
Jetpack gas flame.

two.
The servo motor runs at high speed.

One!

“——I’ve been pawned!”

The Great Master still had a smile on his face as if he had succeeded in his evil plan, and what came into view was a red fist that was gradually getting bigger.

bump!
The fist hit the heavy mecha and penetrated from the left chest. Then, the five-meter-tall heavy armor of Dajiba seemed to be repelled from the inside out, and flesh and blood flew away.

With just one punch, this powerful warrior who was strong enough to wrestle with a small knight was reduced to a skeleton with all the flesh removed and a head that still retained some consciousness.

God knows how anyone could take a power punch from a Thunder Warrior who had undergone Astartes surgery with their face.

The crimson light of the power fist faded, and records related to the greenskin were engraved on the gloves. Pedro stepped forward and picked up the skeleton.

He held back a little because the company needed to do an experiment.

"Can the green skin be used?"

Returning to the inner area of the front line, Pedro pointed out the greenskins with explosives and handed the big mecha in his hand to the regiment chaplain.

The Black Templars had a large number of people, and a single regiment was able to completely wipe out the Chaos, leaving those members who only came with their companies to do nothing but pick up the scraps.

"They are all sons of Dorne, and they won't even give people soup to drink." Pedro couldn't help but mutter.

In fact, Marshal Ledotus also felt wronged.

The main reason is that this customized honor program created by the elders is too outrageous. It comes directly from the hands of the elders, and the artistic value is high enough to make those imperial artists feel ashamed, and it also has acquired customized modifications.

Not to mention the function of stabilizing reality, it allows Space Marines other than the Think Tank to gain a greater advantage on most battlefields.

Honors can be recorded based on the number of demons killed. The appearance will change depending on the number of demons killed. It can be said that when it is first released, everyone is the same, but over time, the types and number of enemies killed will gradually change, and everyone can see the honor record above.
After Elder Ramses brought out the finished product for promotion, countless honor duels were fought inside the Black Templar for ownership, and in the end, no one was willing to give in.

You are indeed good at beating me, but that doesn’t mean you are good at beating demons. If you have the guts, go down and have a fight first.

Marshals and priests came one after another, asking Ledotus to help his battle brothers for the sake of the Primarch.

Could Ledotes just say no? Not only could he not say whether these company commanders could survive the next day, but he himself could also not say whether he could survive the next day in one piece.

"Fortunately, the Crimson Fists sent only the First Company and the Fourth Company, responsible for fleet battles."

Pedro breathed a sigh of relief. There was only one in each chapter of the Champion Company. The Black Templars and the Goddesses of Vengeance might have had more because their numbers were relatively mysterious, but that was none of his business.

If he doesn’t take it, who will?
"can."

The priest observed carefully and found that the orc's resume had appeared on the flag.

"It's just that the effect of stabilizing reality isn't very good, and there's also the green engraving."

The Crimson Fists are deeply influenced by the Ultramarines and prefer a grand and magnificent style. The irregular and simplified version of the Greenskins is really a bit ugly.

".Just make do with it."

Pedro is just a company commander, and he doesn't dare to compete with guys like the Blood Angels, Black Templars, Nemesis and Man-Eating Sharks.

Oh, the Great White Shark doesn't care about that.

Pedro recalled briefly and found that the elders' attitude towards this regiment was indeed very unique. At least Lord Arthur often visited their flagship.

"Don't be too anxious. The expedition has just begun. We still have many opportunities."

He comforted her, lowered his head slightly, and wondered if he could also try to take a differentiated route.

"I hope so."

Holding the banner of the Grand Technique Overlord high, facing the countless fleeing figures of the Green Squid, chanting, "The boss is dead, our army is defeated, our army is defeated," the Chapter Chaplain nodded helplessly.
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With the addition of the expeditionary fleet, the melee in Elkes was quickly brought to an end at an exaggerated pace.

The result was a victory for humanity.

22 hours and 16 minutes after the expeditionary fleet entered Elks, the war on the planet was quelled.

"Integrate the data, gather the troops, assess the planet, and rest within the battleship."

Romulus gave the final order.

"Next game."

So fast?
Yes, it's that fast!

Clean, neat, and decisive!

and also--

Countless people looked at the elders on the bridge excitedly.

correct!

There is a battle to be fought at every step, and every step can be won.

The elders also affirmed their glory and were never stingy with their praise and gifts.

They only need to obey orders, use their abilities as weapons of war, and pursue the existence they desire!
Everyone was looking forward to the outcome of this expedition, and they were all fantasizing about it.

Imagine how glorious the ending of this expedition will be.
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Grassland planet Elks.

The planet suffered a double blow from the Greenskins and Chaos. Their offensive was swift and fierce. Chaos began to launch their blasphemous weapons from the portals at the two poles of the planet. The Greenskins penetrated deep into the core of every human being, and were like a nail stuck in the throat of the human being.

But millions of Astra Militarum troops still hold out on this important resource planet, firmly believing that victory will eventually belong to them.

Victory indeed belongs to them.

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The broken metal partition of the tent was kicked open.

"Commissar, we won!"

The captain who had withdrawn from the front line shouted excitedly, and then noticed the judge in front of the political commissar.

The captain seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water at absolute zero degrees. His eyes instantly became clear, and he pretended to take out a report to cover his face.

"."

The political commissar, who was glad that the young men had escaped death, didn't even dare to look at the captain. He just silently curled his lips at the series of reports in his hands.

The numerous provisions contained therein, and the judge standing before him, combined into an order that could not be refused.

You have been conscripted.

(End of this chapter)