This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 144 Cat Bed, Cat Scratching Board
After the box was opened, Zabriel broke out in a cold sweat.

Those whose boxes were not opened breathed a sigh of relief quietly, but did not dare to say a word.

It's simply a horror game. Everyone has some secrets in their heart. This kind of public execution is really hard to bear.

But Arthur obviously didn't intend to let them go.

"Things about Caliban were complicated back then."

Facing the white light projected from the ceiling, Arthur's face was extremely clear, and his eyes swept over everyone.

"As members of the First Legion, each of you possesses excellent judgment. I doubt you will believe my one-sided statement, so I have a plan."

Almost everyone subconsciously turned their eyes away when they made eye contact with him.

It was so intimidating. That look seemed to tell everyone clearly, I know everything about you.

"Here, in front of everyone, you can talk about what you were doing, what orders you received, and what you experienced."

What is a fallen angel?
For the Dark Angels, the definition of a Fallen Angel is complex. Just because you've become a traitor or disappeared doesn't mean you're a Fallen Angel. In fact, while it's rare for Space Marine Chapters to go missing in the Warp and then travel through time, it's not unheard of.

Even the Dark Angels, when faced with certain members of the historical chapter who disappeared but suddenly appeared and declared themselves to be loyalists, would choose to patiently verify them.

Then, after digging out all their secrets, find an unimportant sub-group and throw them over to them as an explanation.

The definition of Fallen Angels and Dark Angels is: all the Dark Angels on the planet Caliban ten thousand years ago.

No matter they are from the Lion King faction who followed the Lion King to join the gang, or the Luther faction who participated in the rebellion, or the Terra faction who believed that the Lion King was rebelling, or even the Confused faction who knew nothing about the current situation, they are all Fallen Angels.

The Dark Angel's duty is to make them repent.

They certainly knew that among these fallen angels there were loyalists and rebels—

But it doesn't matter.

The Dark Angels' duty was to keep the rebellion on Caliban a secret, not to discern the loyal from the traitor.

They can't tell the difference either.

Who knows if you've been in the Warp for so long, and if you've picked up some of the spoils? Who knows what rumors you, those of you who have actually experienced the Heresy, might spread that are detrimental to the Chapter?

When Arthur first met Romulus, he suspected that it was the demon Tzeentch in disguise and almost drew his sword to kill him.

So, since there is no way to identify it, we can only take a one-size-fits-all approach.

But luckily, time travelers have plenty of ways to identify them.

And for time travelers, as long as you don't get involved in chaos, no matter what your attitude is towards the Lion King or the Empire, you are loyal.

What Arthur has to do now is to reconcile the accounts.

Suspicious of each other, right? Want to kill each other as soon as they meet?

Very good, I will just knock you all down, and then force you to confess honestly, so that everyone here knows what the other party was doing at the time.

Inside the hall, the fallen angels hung their heads, complex expressions on their faces. They sat or knelt, their armor locked in place, their movements severely restricted. They could perform simple movements, but couldn't even stand.

They hadn't thought about struggling and making this strange adult repent—

But the reality is that they are now like a group of students who have done something wrong and are waiting to be judged by their parents, with faces full of evasion and anxiety.

“You can choose to speak for yourself.”

Arthur held his sword, as if reading out the verdict.

"Or let me help you."

Ramses then spoke.

The identities and resumes of these fallen angels have been almost screened.

He stole some blood while he was unconscious, so he had enough entries. With the help of his search ability, the demons from several parks started working together, secretly collecting the information quickly and giving it to Arthur in a package.

And revealing people's secrets would cause too much hatred. Even if the fallen angels knew clearly that Arthur knew their secrets as time went by, they could not let him say it directly.

Arthur will lead these fallen angels in the future, so this black face role is not suitable for him to play.

Everyone immediately turned their murderous gazes towards Ramses.

Are you really not afraid of the Dark Angel's black gun?

We dare to fight our Primarch!
If I can't beat Arthur, I can't beat you?
Alas, I really can’t beat him, and I won’t be Death Wing anymore soon.

“Of course, if someone’s statement is slightly different from the facts, I will try to correct it.”

Facing a group of fallen angels breathing down his neck, Ramses wasn't afraid at all and straightened his bone-white armor.

At this time, the fallen angels noticed a detail.

At the same time, there was an unconcealable look of surprise in his eyes.

Too new.

In addition to those who were chopped down one by one by Arthur, some people present were also attacked by Deathwing Terminators.

The attacks of the Deathwings were not unsolvable. Although their terrifying power far exceeded the performance in memory and was difficult to resist, many people left their marks on them.

But now——

They looked at the Deathwings who were hiding beside them, like soulless corpses, and had never attracted any attention.

There are 260 of them in total, and each one has brand new armor.

The Dark Angels are very sensitive to armaments, because during their legionary period, everything was covered by logistics. Especially after becoming Fallen Angels, every time they start to maintain their armor, they can't help but subconsciously miss the past.

At that time, it was normal for everyone to change armor several times after a battle, and each of them even had three sets of armor on hand.

A set of ceremonial armor was used to record honors and conduct social activities. When they had nothing to do after a battle, they would stay in the dormitory and engrave their achievements on it with secret codes.

A set of combat armor is used to cope with daily combat and is ready to be replaced at any time.

A spare set to deal with emergencies.

Their logistics seem to be perfect.

The dark angel with an iron-winged background swallowed subconsciously.

"Are you ready?"

Ramses' devilish voice rang out, interrupting their thoughts.

Almost all the fallen angels except Zabriel broke out in cold sweats. They now understood how Zabriel felt.

What if something really came out?
"I'm ready."

Only Gareth raised his hand first and spoke very straightforwardly.

This changed the focus of the Dark Angels' attention once again.

Is he crazy?

Didn't he have any fear? Did he have any common sense? Didn't he have any secrets?
The momentary silence allowed Gareth to take a deep breath and begin to organize his words.

"Gareth, born in Edinburgh, Caliban, selected as a reserve member of the Fourth Knights in 002 M31, formerly a member of the Orkney Knights, one of the mentors of the Lothian Priory, champion swordsman of the Fourth Knights, and a reserve member of the Flame Wings."

Romulus felt a headache just by listening to the series of various organizations, and it was even more painful when he thought about helping to manage such a group of gods.

And Gareth began to recount his own experiences.

"During Luther's Rebellion, [PM: 4:32-07.21-014 M31] I was stationed around the Knights of Order as an honor guard, preparing with my colleagues to welcome Lion Jonson's arrival."

"[PM: 6:21] The surface was bombed, and the honor guard lost 41 people without any preparation."

"Two days later, [AM: 11:56] the fortress I was in was breached, and we engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the landing troops."

"A week later, [AM: 8:29] the planet was struck by the Extermination Order, and the fortress I was in was caught in the warp turbulence."

"In 626 M41, the exact month is unknown, I and 142 colleagues escaped the Warp, and our fortress crashed into Opt Prime. During this time, we began engaging in mining excavation, which continues to this day."

"Since the beginning of Luther's rebellion, I have slain four battle brothers and over 4 mortal auxiliaries."

"Report completed."

Gareth quietly recounted his experience and then waited for the verdict.

He was careful not to tell anyone which organizations he was currently in.

Arthur nodded in approval.

"Next person."

"?"

Many dark angels immediately asked questions.

No, that’s it?
What about your plans, the evil master you serve, and your little secrets?

This can pass.

"I!"

Kai quickly raised his hand and then spoke immediately.

"Kai, dueling champion, responsible for boarding the Knights of Order during Luther's rebellion—"

He was interrupted by Ramses before he could finish his words. His voice, which had been corrected by psychic energy, was unusually low, as if it came from the abyss.

"Kai, Knight Commander, inherited his name from the Master of the Broken Crown Order. He was sent to Caliban at the same time as Astelan, responsible for monitoring Luther's actions. During the Heresy, he served under Lord Cypher's command."

As the words fell, Kai's face became paler and paler.

Zabril turned his head instantly and gave Kai a death stare.

No, you too, brother?

No wonder they are so eager to kill the locals of Caliban. Are they afraid of being recognized?

Kai was stared at by Zabriel and glared back with his neck stiffened.

What are you looking at? You are a traitor too.

And you!

Then he began to stare deathly at the crew members on other ships.

To these companions who have been through thick and thin for many years——

Kai's distrust reached its peak at this moment.

So does he, and so does Zabriel.
They all say they are joining the Lion, but are they all Caliban natives?
It's quite good at hiding.

The palms of several people hidden under the table have begun to clench and unclench.

'I've never seen such an interesting warband in my life.'

Ramses was overjoyed.

If the Blood Angels look quite pitiful, then the Dark Angels look like gods at first glance.

If other people encountered such a thing, they would wish they could forget the secret and take it to the grave.

But he is not afraid.

He just wanted to open the boxes of these fallen angels for fun. The universe was so rotten that he really couldn't survive without finding joy in misery.

It just so happened that these divine men's boxes were opened without any burden at all - it was a trivial matter that caused a life-and-death fight here, but it would be no problem for the White Scars.

And these guys can't beat him anyway.

Putting aside the matter of Arthur, in the Warhammer universe, a guy with psychic powers is a real guy.

Ramses curled his lips and began to speak at length.

Most of them could only listen to the wizard's words as their faces grew paler, and then they looked at Arthur with pleading eyes.

Arthur was unmoved.

He had read the resumes of these people. The locals of Caliban had no idea what was going on, not to mention those who came off the ship and were loyal to the Lion.

He doesn't even know what these dark angels are afraid of. Are they so easily stressed?

The final results were beyond the expectations of the fallen angels.

With Ramses' constant supplementation and the self-destructive retelling of some fallen angels.

The fallen angels finally discovered the real problem. Because it seemed that there was really no problem.

The ones coming down are the unlucky ones who were turned into traitors by friendly forces, and the ones below are the unlucky ones who don’t understand the situation.

Everyone just followed orders, and most of them had no idea what was going on. If they found someone attacking them, they would just fight back. Not many people had a concrete understanding of the rebellion.

As for credibility, if the person in the middle can find a few hundred fallen angels to act with them, they will accept it.

"Efka, Knight Captain, has not joined any religious order. He is the Grand Master of the Knights Templar, an apprentice of the Order of the Silent, a member of the Ravenwing Outer Circle, and the Grand Master of the Ravenwing Third Assault Group Inner Circle."

After hearing this, Efka simply gave up. Before Ramses could even put pressure on him, he had already, like a deflated ball, revealed his identity, mission, whereabouts during the rebellion, and everything he had done since leaving the warp.

There was a hint of fatigue in his tone, as if these secrets had been weighing on his mind for too long and he had finally found an outlet to vent.

The Dark Angels are of a very different nature than the Blood Angels.

The Dark Angels are too independent, and each one is too mature, and can almost take care of everything from beginning to end.

They trust their own judgment very much, and often come to completely opposite conclusions about the same thing because of the different information they have. Then, because they are each so sure of their own conclusions, they may even fight.

In this regard, perhaps the only one who can be compared with them is Alpharius.

However, when something is confirmed by enough evidence and authenticated by sufficient authority, they can also come to their senses through their own thinking.

Arthur looked at this group of fallen angels. The more he checked their accounts, the more his expression became like, "That's it? We're still fighting each other for life and death because of this ten thousand years later?" They looked as if they had all eaten snow, their faces full of confusion and regret, with a hint of helplessness and speechlessness in their eyes.

These people from Caliban had never even seen the Lion King, and simply believed that the Lion King had launched a massacre against them.

The Lion King faction also came to their senses. How could the planet explode when the Lion King was on it?
In fact, although what happened in Caliban was a big deal, it was not serious enough. The main problem was that the explosion in Caliban directly killed the lion.

This matter is so serious that even the Dark Angels are keeping it a secret.

The fleet that had experienced this incident, each order, each inner circle, and each knightly order all had their own version of the story, repeating it so many times that it seemed as if there was some huge secret. In fact, no one was really sure.

Moreover, because of the explosion on Caliban, a lot of internal information was completely cut off, making it even more difficult to explain.

In the end, everyone feels insecure and sees everyone as an extremist, and finally everyone becomes crazy.

Arthur thought a certain metaphor was very vivid: this is a group of frightened cats, and without an old cat to comfort them, they can only turn into Spinosaurus and breathe on each other.

After a long time, it became a habit, and we would subconsciously scratch each other when we met.

Some people don’t even understand how they ended up in this situation. They just assume that the other party is a traitor and must have some unspeakable secret. I want the traitor to repent!
The other party is actually basically confused and knows nothing.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the air, as if even breathing had become heavy.

Arthur's eyes swept over these fallen angels. Their faces were filled with complex emotions: regret, anger, confusion, and even a hint of relief.

In fact, the only ones who really rebelled were the core leadership including Luther and others, and Astelan and his gang who believed that the Lion King had betrayed them.

Including the 20,000 men who were led by the Lion King to join Caliban, it is hard to say whether there were only 500 Astartes who truly rebelled.

Many of the new recruits recruited by Luther over the years grew up listening to the legend of the Lion King, hoping to participate in the Lion King's grand expedition, and then were greeted by the Lion King's naval guns and the butcher knives of friendly forces.

To be honest, the Lion King during the Great Rebellion was truly a god.

Even Arthur couldn't help but sigh. It was no wonder that Astelan always compared Horus and Guilliman, openly and covertly mocking his own Primarch.

If the Lion King had not launched a full-scale bombing and had led his troops directly to the monastery, the civil war in Caliban would not have broken out.

The reconciliation process proceeded quickly with the increasing cooperation of the Dark Angels.

In the end, Roch sat there in confusion, his eyes passing over Kai, Efka, and Zabril one by one.

His expression gradually changed from confusion to shock, and finally settled on an indescribable complex emotion.

So among the four members of the Relic Cruiser, he was the only one who actually boarded the Lion King?

What about trust between people?
Luo He felt a surge of resentment at being deceived.

If I had known earlier, I would have let the three of you die in the alien's mouth!
"It was Lion Jonson who betrayed us."

After completing the reconciliation and truly confirming that he had not rebelled, Gareth growled, his voice filled with long-suppressed resentment.

That resentment was like an invisible wave, instantly resonating with countless people. Even Kai, who had originally planned to keep him "loyal", was infected.

It's really unfair. Because of this incident, things turned out like this.

"The Lion never betrayed His Highness. You betrayed His Highness. And His Highness never gave the order to blow up Caliban. He was already there at the time."

Luo He said in a deep voice, with a hint of firmness in his tone, but deep down in his heart he had a vague feeling that half of this matter was really half the Lion King's fault.

Secondly, there really is a traitor within the legion!
But even so, he couldn't let go. Lord Arthur hadn't spoken yet, so he couldn't let the matter be determined in advance.

"We never betrayed!"

Gareth glared at Roch, his eyes burning with anger. His voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from deep in his chest.

He watched his father grow old under the rule of the empire and his mother grow weaker.

So he worked hard to train himself and absorb knowledge from the knights and squires, hoping that becoming an Astartes would bring about changes.

There had been changes. At least his family had changed for the better since he became an Astartes.

Lord Luther allowed them to visit their families after completing their daily training, because apart from training, they were not allowed to leave Caliban at all.

Of course, Gareth didn't care about it. He just didn't want to be an Astarte. There was nothing wrong with spending more time with his family.

However, all of this was destroyed by the Lion King's artillery fire.

"It was the lion who betrayed us!"

Gareth roared, his voice filled with endless anger. He subconsciously wanted to stand up, but found that he could move.

Then he glared at Luo He, clenching his fists, as if he was about to rush forward in the next second.

Luo He also found that he could move.

He glanced quickly at Arthur, a questioning look in his eyes.

Gareth immediately looked over, his eyes filled with complex emotions: anger, unwillingness, and a hint of expectation.

"No one can be killed."

Arthur waved his hand, controlling the Deathwing to release their grip.

Romulus wrote a small program, and he had no problem manipulating these Death Wing teams to fight normally, except for the upper limit.

Gareth could no longer contain his anger, so he stood up, jumped onto the table and started sprinting, punching Roch.

The center of the round table hall was open, so they could fight freely.

Luo He barely managed to control his fist, but was hit in the chest by the opponent's swift elbow.

He took a few steps back, and his originally indifferent expression suddenly became solemn.

This recruit is not simple.

However, knowing your opponent's level does not mean that your own level has improved.

After a few moves, Gareth grabbed Roch's neck and hit him hard on the head with an elbow.

This unknown type of armor is so hard that the recoil force when hit is too great and it does not cause any damage.

Wonderful, wonderful.

Ramses watched with great interest, and it was worth it that he urged Arthur to release the armor permission.

It's time to fight. This matter can't be resolved without a fight.

It just so happens that they are guarding and can't kill anyone.

"Will there be any problems?"

Looking at Gareth who was elbowing Roch madly, Romulus couldn't help but ask.

"They know their limits."

Arthur reminded.

Gareth's close combat skills are very high, and in Arthur's eyes he should be about the same as Kai, except that he lacks the experience of fighting on the battlefield.

That's why he was able to beat Luo He so badly in close combat.

But that's all. Even his control over strength is still at the level of the Eldest Son Space Marine.

This shows that they themselves can recognize the problem.

Arthur secretly helped these fallen angels perform surgery on the Primaris Space Marines, removing their own gene seeds.

His clinical level is now very high, and he can easily pick seeds from his chest.

Although this is not actually needed for the subsequent three additional implantation surgeries, it is more to give these Dark Angels a sense of crisis and stimulate their interest in exploring the Primaris surgery.

As for organ cultivation, all we can say is that the Eldar do have something in the application of psychic energy, and Ramses has found a treasure.

At least for now, time travelers can use these technologies without any risk, but it remains to be verified by the locals.

bump!
Luo He was knocked down by an over-the-shoulder throw, and his body hit the marble floor hard, leaving a circle of spider-web-like cracks.

"Come again."

He struggled to get up, with a fire of defiance burning in his eyes, and punched Gareth hard.

However, Gareth simply stepped aside lightly and tripped him with his foot.

Luo He lost his balance again and fell heavily to the ground.

bump!bump!bump!
Gareth rode on him mercilessly, his fists raining down like raindrops, hitting Roch's face and body.

Luo He felt that he was beaten badly, and in fact he was beaten badly.

His head was buzzing and his vision was a little blurry, but he unexpectedly found that he still had some energy left.

Somehow, he clearly felt that his body had become better since he recovered from his last serious injury.

The fallen angels around formed a circle and watched the scene coldly.

The unlucky locals had fiery expressions on their faces and excitement glittering in their eyes, wishing they were the ones being beaten up.

The people from the Lion King faction had indignant expressions on their faces, their fists clenched, as if they were ready to rush forward and seek revenge at any time.

"If you want to fight, go ahead and fight. The field is big, you can fight however you want."

Arthur's voice sounded coldly, breaking the brief silence.

As soon as he finished speaking, the armor's locking device was unlocked with a "click", and everyone's power armor was instantly free.

The Dark Angels just need a fight. They are on edge every day and don't take action, but when they do, they are ready to kill. Arthur knows this very well, so he just lets them vent their anger.

"The only requirement is that you don't kill anyone."

He left after saying this, only leaving a few Deathwings behind as a token.

The entire conference hall suddenly became lively.

The fallen angels' eyes lit up with blazing flames. They stood up in unison and immediately chose their opponents. The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, as if a spark could set the whole place off.

"Confess, traitor!"

Kai roared, grabbed Efka's head and pushed him to the ground, while Zabriel picked up the bench under him and smashed it on Kai's head without hesitation.

"I am always loyal, traitor!"

Roch broke free from Gareth's hold and pounced, knocking Kai to the ground.

"Lion Jonson is the traitor!"

Gareth sneered, picked up a stranger from between the four people, and started beating him up.

All the fallen angels were fighting each other like crazy, venting their anger.

Fists, knees, elbows, and even randomly picked up chairs and table legs were all aimed at each other's exposed faces.

However, despite the chaotic scene, everyone was very sensible.

Because they are all sure of one thing—

Luther, and those Dark Angels in orbit who blew up Caliban without authorization, are the real traitors!
"Wonderful, wonderful."

(End of this chapter)