This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 141 Let them all confess to me! (5.8k)

Just as countless warships at the edge of the galaxy were engaged in a chaotic battle.

On this small-scale battlefield near Opt Prime, the remains of the Dark Eldar floated in the void, silently proving Zabril's superb naval combat skills.

However, the victory at this moment did not make him relax at all, but instead made his brows furrow even tighter.

"Kai, we should retreat!"

He was shouting into the communicator.

A faint sound of electricity escaped from the communication device's sound transmission hole, and a light voice penetrated the noise:
"What about the mortals?"

The corners of Zabril's mouth twitched slightly, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, suppressed the irritation in his heart, and responded in a deep voice:
"The Empire has sent two Glorious Queens. I don't think it's our turn to worry about the lives of these mortals right now."

He pressed his fingers hard on the console, and the ship's engine emitted a low roar as it slowly moved towards the shadow area.

This relic cruiser named "Silent Oath" is the key to their escape from the warp.

It was the resources on this ship that allowed them to gather a group of Dark Angels who had boarded the Lion King after leaving the Warp, and then scattered across the galaxy with the collapse of Caliban.

"Oh, is it His Highness Leon? He plans to personally execute the heir who tarnished his honor?"

The voice on the communicator suddenly rose, with a hint of surprise and ridicule.

Zabril could clearly hear the other person's footsteps pause, as if the person was standing somewhere, looking up into the void, waiting for something.

"I guess not."

If the Lion King really comes, we'll have no chance of running!
Zabril's answer was brief and calm, with a firm tone in his voice. As a veteran who had participated in and survived the Battle of Randan, he was very familiar with the emblem of the Imperial Fleet.

"One is Dorn's flagship, and the other has obvious signs of modification on its hull, which I don't recognize."

"The Sons of Dorne, I think they would care more about the Iron Warriors."

The sound regained its original briskness, and the sound of armor lightly scraping against the dust on the ground was heard again.

"I think we have the same goal. They want to deal with traitors, and we also want to deal with 'traitors'."

"Kai, don't make things more complicated!"

There was a hint of helplessness in Zabril's voice.

Those fallen angels below are indeed Luther's faction, but now is not the time to worry about that.

Instinct kept reminding him that something was wrong and they couldn't stay in this galaxy anymore.

This intuition was developed through countless life-and-death battles with aliens and has never been wrong.

Zabriel subconsciously raised his head and scanned the surrounding comrades with his hawk-like eyes.

These were members of the Leon faction that had been gradually gathered during the long journey. Most of them were familiar faces, but even so, there was no real trust between them.

Everyone has their own little group, and Zabriel understands that; after all, he has one too.

However, some of them are not at their posts now.

Someone walked alone again?

A guess flashed through his mind, and Zabril sighed with a headache, pressing his fingers to his temple.

This Kai was already a headache enough. If they hadn't worked together to pull this relic cruiser out of the wreck, he would have thrown Kai overboard.

So he patiently persuaded:
"Let's leave first. It's too dangerous even to face the loyalists."

Although the gradual gathering of lions allowed him to regain some of his past feelings, they no longer had a legion. The lack of security and the feeling of having to worry about their own survival were really uncomfortable.

It’s like there’s suddenly an extra piece in my original life.

And they have to adapt in order to survive.

Zabril gave a wink, and several Dark Angels of his order quietly left the bridge.

After them, several figures hiding in the shadows left one after another.

"This is not a side issue!"

Faced with the persuasion of his colleagues, Kai suddenly raised his voice.

"It was they who betrayed the Empire and the Lions, causing His Highness's disappearance and bringing shame upon the Legion. They will also cause us to carry the shame for the rest of our lives."

"This is for the honor of the Legion and His Highness."

The voice on the other end of the line was filled with murderous intent.

"I want them to repent!"

Facing Kai's impulsiveness, Zabriel remained calm.

He didn't plan to persuade them anymore. The Dark Angels were all like this anyway, and those green lions were chasing them all the time.

Zabriel did not like to kill people to cover up secrets, but he also accepted this practice for the honor of the Legion.

"The battleship will remain hidden, move quickly."

He frowned and looked back at the empty posts.

Why haven't you come back yet?

Zabril ended the call, reached for the hilt of his power sword, and then raised his plasma pistol.

The weapons are new and show no signs of decay.

These were found in the storehouse of the relic cruiser. They were all old items from the Great Crusade period, which greatly facilitated their armament.

Something is clearly wrong.

The Dark Angels have never had any so-called rules or morals.

In other words, because the Legion was originally composed of people from various groups on Terra, their understanding of rules and morals is quite diverse.

But this does not mean that they will abandon their jobs and responsibilities.

Such a person cannot survive in the Dark Angels.

Zabril glanced around vigilantly. The projection on the inside of his helmet showed that the secret words he had sent out had not received a response.

Several living people just disappeared like that.

Call ~
Without any warning, a figure suddenly appeared, squeezing the air in the bridge, and stabbed with a black sword that blended in with the color of the bridge.

Phew!

Zabriel's amazing combat experience allowed him to dodge the stab, which just happened to end the mobility of an unlucky guy next to him.

There are also differences among the fallen angels. Not all of them are guards who can accompany the Lion King. Many members eliminated traitors in other areas when Caliban collapsed.

He instinctively drew his blade, and the decomposition field crackled, slightly illuminating the black figure.

Arthur ignored the guy who dodged his first round of attack. He moved forward like the wind and cut the cable on the ceiling.

Fast, so fast that it is hard to grasp.

In just a moment, the weapon was hidden behind the shield, and he just bent over and twisted his waist -

Then stab with the sword.

The thorn, whose landing point could not be captured by the naked eye, broke through Tao Gang's defense, accurately destroyed his heart and some organs, and put him into a state of suspended animation.

He basically aimed at the fatal parts of the fallen angels, and almost always knocked them down within two moves, and accurately controlled the injuries to trigger suspended animation.

There were sporadic counterattacks directed at him, but they were directly blocked by the shield as it kept adjusting.

He didn't even use the ranged weapon he had been hiding behind his shield.

Zabril's expression suddenly became serious.

He stepped forward quickly, trying to penetrate the battlefield from behind the enemy.

But Arthur's pace was not at all disordered, and his rigid and swift stabbing showed no sign of slowing down. When another person came close, he stretched his body like origami, and the heavy blow of the power sword hilt hit his cervical spinous process accurately.

clang!
The ceramite armor dented under the immense force.

Before the victim fell to the ground, the slanted sword had already penetrated the gap above the fallen angel's collarbone and pierced directly through his heart.

Which monastic order is this monster from?

This was undoubtedly a master of swordsmanship. He had fought with Kai, the knight commander who always boasted that he was comparable to Coswayn and was actually not much different. His martial arts skills were not as superb as his.

This is the gap between the upper limits of the two sides.

Zabriel felt that he could not just sit there and wait for death, so he raised his gun, but suddenly his ankle tightened.

The pipes behind him tripped his foot at some point. Even though his magnetic shoes stuck to the ground with his quick reaction to prevent himself from being knocked down, he was still staggered by the sudden huge force.

It was this unexpected incident that caused the knight's fist to hit his ribs hard - enough to cause cardiac arrest for two seconds, but it avoided a more fatal angle.

Zabriel fell limply, and the brief conflict was declared over.

Arthur put away his weapons, dragged these fallen angels together, quickly determined their physical condition and repaired their organs, then gave each of them a shot of powerful hypnotic needle and physically locked their armor joints.

After completing all this, he came to the operating platform and sent a message to the Dawn using the battleship's communication system.

[After the battleship is cleaned, you can send the Stormcast troops to take over. ]

Without the information suppression of the Eldar, the communication problems that plagued them were naturally solved.

Then, he quietly opened the bridge's recording system and began to check the information.

The ship's bridge returned to silence once again.
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Compared with the quiet "Silent Oath", the "Dark Steel" seemed to be bustling with activity.

The Chaos Traitors were driven to madness in their quest to defend their honor, and the Imperial Fists were constantly thinking of slaying these old enemies.

They met each other in the corridors and gave each other a warm welcome with bombs.

but--

Something is wrong!
In the distance, the outer warriors using the Imperial Fist seeds fell one by one, and the guard officer frowned as he looked at the Sons of Dorne who were advancing with storm shields.

Iron Cavalry Terminators, Storm Shields, and deadly weapons hidden behind the shields, all advanced in an organized formation.

It’s familiar. Very familiar.

The last time he saw this scene was in Terra.

The guard officer's gaze fell on the mountain formation guards at the front of the line. When their eyes met, they immediately recognized each other.

The advancing formation began to gradually accelerate.

The Iron Warriors' firepower also increased further!
'How can it be! ’

A terrified roar came from the guard's mind.

These guys should have been dead. He had witnessed with his own eyes that some of them were reduced to ashes by the General's cannon.

So what is in front of them now?
The guard felt his worldview challenged. "The False Emperor! It must be his sorcery. I knew there was no difference between these Chaos Gods."

He ordered his men to increase suppressive firepower, and at the same time roared in a vent of anger: "Look at these people, they are the demons belonging to the false emperor. We are right, we are indeed right."

But
His eyes fell on the banner of glory, which emitted a dazzling brilliance, causing the demon engines approaching the commandos to wail in unison, and then they were crushed into gravel by the slow and steady rolling stones.

He saw the eager gazes of the successors, the elders charging ahead, who were now enjoying the duties they were performing.

They are full of glory, their stories are sung by future generations, and there are still people who can remember them.

The younger generation looks up to the older generation, and the older generation also affirms the younger generation.

Jealousy, jealousy!
Why can you do what you like, while I have to fight on the dirtiest and worst battlefields, and finally be abandoned by the Primarch and fall into a cesspool like the Warp?

Because of the influence of Chaos, most of them couldn't even pass on their gene seeds!
Why do you have the right to live so well?
The guard officer gritted his teeth and kept howling at his soldiers to increase their firepower.

kill!

He took a step forward and chopped down with both hands towards the person in front of him!

Phew——

The fire net paused, and Lann, who had jumped down after tearing through the ceiling, drew back his axe.

"Lane, you—"

Before the guard who was knocked down could finish his words, another axe hit his head accurately.

"You've lived long enough."

Throwing the body toward the army formation below, the executioner's priest hung it on the flag under the eager gaze of the crowd.

With the commander killed, the enemies at this defensive node naturally became scattered, and sporadic counterattacks could not cause any waves in the face of the joint advancement.

bump! ! !
The super-combustible plasma that was charged to the extreme state was launched, and the corridor that was full of gunfire suddenly became quiet.

"traitor!"

Lann crossed the corridor that was still hot with two axes in hand. The power axe drew a huge fork on the iron door, and then he kicked the entire steel door open.

call--

A great sword of execution created a gust of wind and attacked Lann at almost zero distance.

Lann dodged the blow easily, knocked away the execution sword that was heading for his head, and then smashed it down with an axe.

These Chaos traitors haven't made much progress, perhaps due to the temporal chaos of the Warp. They don't actually have many opportunities to train themselves.

As for physical strength.

clang!
He chopped back, and sparks flew from the collision of the weapons. The surging force forced the Executioner to lean back.

Primaris Space Marines are much more reliable than the so-called Chaos Blessings.

"who are you?"

The Executioner growled, his horns conveying the image of the person in front of him.

slap~
My vision was cut off, and all that followed was the wailing that echoed in my mind.

"Why, Palti, you don't recognize me?!"

A smile appeared on Lan's lips, causing the Executioner to instinctively swing his sword faster.

The loss of vision is not enough to make it incapable of fighting.

The power axe and the execution sword began to clash with each other, colliding several times at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

But Lann's speed was also extremely fast. The high-intensity duel training from Arthur and others allowed him to quickly regain his fighting state. He raised his foot and kicked straight, and his iron boot stepped on the hilt of the sword that had just been swung halfway.

Snapped!
With a dull thud, a powerful force sent it flying, and Lann, who was much taller than before, chased after him.

"How dare you fail to recognize me? Have your eyes been eaten by demons?"

The axe chopped down, bringing up fragments of steel, blood, and bones mixed together. Lan gritted his teeth.

He had demonstrated his honor in battle ten thousand years ago: before executing an Iron Warrior, he helped him to his feet, so that he would not have to die on his knees.

But now it seems a bit redundant.

"who are you!"

The executioner couldn't help but scream in horror when he heard the familiar voice.

The servo motor was running, forcibly tearing off the armor that was fused with the flesh and blood, and Lann smashed down with another axe.

The world is extremely clear in his perception. He still retains his own personality. He can still use his own eyes to understand the world. He can still judge right and wrong based on his own views on good and evil.

Not like this pathetic guy.

"I am Fafnir Lane."

He towered over the traitor, axe blade raised high.

Behind him were the Mountain Guards and their proud descendants who were pouring into the bridge one after another.

"Lan? Aren't you dead? You died long before the warband you founded!"

The Master Executioner shouted:
Yes, his memory was awakened.

He thought of Lann fighting against the Sons of Horus on Pluto.

During the Siege of Terra, he was overwhelmed by the massive rebel attack force led by Khorn, Abaddon, and others, but he still held out until Sigismund came to his aid, beheading countless traitors and taking away his eyes.

And now.

The figure in his memory came to take his life!
"I have brought upon you the punishment you were destined to receive."

Lann stared coldly at this almost inhuman guy.

This execution was ten thousand years late.

call--

The axe blade fell.

click -

The head fell to the ground.
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When the artillery fire reduced the Eldar and Chaos fleets to ashes, Romulus stood on the command platform of the bridge, holding a newly compiled document on the Admiral's cannon in his hand.

This is a sonic cannon that can only be used on planets with atmosphere.

However, its destructive power is extremely astonishing - by causing local particle tremors, it can ignore the defenses of void shields and most shield technologies, and shock all matter in the covered area into atomic elements.

A scene from historical records emerged in Romulus' mind: Perturabo used this weapon to blast several huge gaps in the walls of the Terra Palace.

If it weren't for the Khan's excellent guerrilla tactics, countless Astartes would have died here.

"There must be an antidote within three steps."

Romulus sighed in a low voice, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a rare smile.

His fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the data pad, his gaze cast toward the direction of Opt Prime outside the porthole. The fortress on this planet was their next target, and the appearance of this General Cannon was undoubtedly a timely help.

Tie Yong is such a good man, he left a big footprint even after his death.

However, activating this ancient weapon is not an easy task. The Great Sage has rushed to the scene to conduct research as soon as possible, and Ramses has also provided the necessary information, but it will take time to wait for the specific strategy.

After all, this is a relic technology from thousands of years ago, and the so-called "General Cannon" is just a general term for this type of heavy artillery platform.

The difference between them is even greater than the difference between the Queen of Glory and the Eternal-class battleship.

"We can still find time to discuss the battle plan."

Romulus thought for a moment and felt that he had plenty of time, so he put the plan into his schedule.

Then he reached out and pressed the button on the communicator to contact Arthur who was on a mission on the surface of Opt.

"Arthur, what's going on?"

Romulus picked up a cup of refreshing coffee and took a sip.

This kind of coffee is a deadly poison to ordinary people, but for Astartes, it is just right.

"The situation is not optimistic."

Arthur's deep voice came from the communicator, and the sound of wind and sand whistling could be faintly heard in the background.

On the surface of Opt, in the ruins of a giant mining facility, Arthur was standing on a broken metal beam, looking down condescendingly, his eyes cold, like a hunter waiting for an opportunity.

At his feet, more than a dozen fallen angels were lying in a mess, their power armor covered with cracks. They were in a state of suspended animation and had undergone exquisite surgical treatment to keep them alive.

These were the vanguard troops sent by both sides. A bloody conflict was about to break out, but was resolved by Arthur first.

However, he knew very well that this was just a drop of rain before the storm.

The subsequent events were beyond his ability to handle alone - or in other words, he was unable to properly resolve all of this while ensuring the survival of everyone.

"Give me some people who are loyal to both sides."

Arthur shared his vision.

Romulus looked over curiously.

On the battlefield more than ten kilometers apart, both sides were conducting pre-war mobilization.

"For Caliban, for Terra!"

On one side was the Caliban natives from Opt. Their armor was a little worn out, and even their equipment was incomplete. They were shouting battle cries under the leadership of a knight.

"For the Lion, for Terra!"

On one side is the Lion King faction that arrived with the help of the relic cruiser. Their weapons are much better, and the leaders are obviously masters.

The only people who were accommodated on the battleship were those who had boarded the Lion King. He had also read the mission report given by Arthur, and it was normal to see so many strong men.

Finally, almost simultaneously, they shouted:

"Let them repent!"

Puchi~
Romulus, who had just walked down the street for a few steps, almost couldn't hold back the coffee in his mouth. Under the puzzled gazes of Dracula and other invincible guards, he waved his hand with an awkward expression, indicating that nothing had happened.

Worthy of being called a Dark Angel.

Romulus drank the coffee in one gulp.

Then, he handed the cup to Dracula who came up immediately, and without hesitation, he used Arthur as an anchor to generate 260 fully armed Deathwing Terminators, ready to take action himself.

"Let them all confess to me!"

(End of this chapter)