This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 145: Cat Food, and Cat Boss. (A total of , please give me a monthly ticket)

The melee didn't last long.

After scratching their opponents' faces with their claws and making them bleed, the fallen angels realized that as noble Dark Angels, they could not be as brutal as the Space Wolves, so they all stopped attacking tacitly.

At the same time, he also felt a little regretful that this secret had already been known by the Death Wing's loudspeaker.

It's so embarrassing. Why couldn't I control myself?

"Finished?"

Ramses' deliberately low voice sounded again, causing everyone to glare at him.

I thought we could still fight, but there’s not a single good brick left in this makeshift conference hall.

The think tank waved his hand in accordance with Arthur's instructions, and several Deathwings came up with a set of mechanical instruments carrying nano-metal.

Everyone stepped back subconsciously, but the armor was locked again.

Damn it, I must crack the system of this armor when I have time later.

The fallen angels thought to themselves that the performance of this armor was so ridiculously powerful that it was impossible for them to not have it. They had to find a way to make it their own.

But it's just a thought for now.

At this moment, they could only watch Deathwing approach.

hum~
The instrument started up, and liquid-like nanomachines flowed out and began to climb onto their armor, repairing any damage and paint surfaces.

Luo He, who was born in Iron Wing and could make a set of MK7 by himself, could tell at a glance that this was some kind of memory repair nanorobot from Mars, which could quickly repair the corresponding small machinery after entering the model.

There are large ones, but they involve the scope of AI.

What a luxury.

He couldn't help but secretly smack his lips in amazement as the wound on his face had begun to heal due to the rapid metabolism.

"follow me."

Click~
With the repairs complete, the armor is unlocked again.

Ramses turned around first, and after a brief look at each other, the fallen angels chose to follow.

As soon as you go out
"Zabriel, are you sure we're still on the Silent Vow?"

Kai asked doubtfully to the only two companions who could connect with the machine soul.

In front of them was a corridor directly connected to the battleship's meeting hall, which provided a top-down view of the warehouse area that was almost three kilometers long and wide.

At this moment, the interior of the warehouse area is no longer filled with shabby scattered guns and armor. Heavy armored vehicles such as Mastodon and Scimitar are parked inside. Some of them are adjusted in position under the command of mortal auxiliary soldiers wearing void armor to make room for the subsequent arrival of war equipment.

"This place gives me the illusion of going back ten thousand years."

The members of Iron Wing looked at those familiar vehicles and felt nothing but nostalgia.

Having drifted with the relic cruiser for many years, they had seen Space Marine vehicles before.

Except Rand.

It’s not that Rand is not good enough, but can it fight on the front line?

On the other side of the corridor is the living area for mortals.
These mortals all seemed to be former soldiers. They must have just been transferred to this ship and were resting in their respective quarters.

"Greetings, warriors of the Empire."

A fallen angel stopped a female soldier.

"How can I help you, my lord?"

Yulia immediately straightened her back and put the pendant in her hand onto the buckle on her waist.

"Excuse me, what is the meaning of the decorations you are carrying out?"

He asked politely, somewhat curious about the sacred fire emblem that burned with an unknown alien form.

The Dark Angels are the epitome of Space Marines when they aren't involved in little secrets.

"This records our exploits on our home planet, fighting against the aliens alongside the Astartes."

Yulia said proudly.

She had been fighting with the expeditionary fleet for more than two years, and her long battlefield experience had enabled her to realize what a glorious victory the Battle of Pierre was.

Now, more than 100,000 of them who were born in Pierre have left the ranks of the Cadia auxiliary army, and are fighting as auxiliary forces of the Wings of Dawn, and surviving and reproducing within the fleet.

Their unique culture and history will be passed on in another way.

"Can you tell me more specifically?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

Yulia gave an apologetic look and then pointed to her door.

It is marked with the home of meritorious service and records a series of battle experiences.

The fallen angel frowned subconsciously, as he discovered that some of the inscriptions had a pattern similar to a cipher.

"Is this a secret?"

"Yes."

Yulia replied seriously, "We can no longer return to our home planet, but we can use this method to remember our history and pay tribute to our ancestors."

“I will try to understand and remember them.”

The fallen angel nodded seriously. This sense of ritual immediately won his favor.

In fact, the Dark Angels admired this kind of cultural confidence, because the original First Legion came from all over Terra, and the cultural exchanges between them were much more frequent than with other legions.

A few fallen angels are already planning to organize a seminar and sneak in for fun.

"Thank you for your recognition, my lord."

Yulia bowed slightly and performed the Sky Eagle Salute.

The fallen angel waved his hand and left.

Walking forward along the corridor, they observed the assault array formed by Storm Birds and the production lines of various basic weapons. After marveling at the strength of this Dark Angels force, they finally arrived at the real meeting hall.

Round table discussion room.

The background color here is the same as that of the previous hall. It looks a bit monotonous, but it is still majestic. The sharp edges and corners in the architectural details divide the various color blocks into pieces. While retaining the solemnity, it gives people a sense of awe and solemnity of a military fortress.

The windowsills are hung with flags of various religious orders and knightly orders, and a round table stands on a staircase paved with nearly a thousand white marble steps.

The Deathwing Knights in gorgeous attire lined up neatly on both sides, motionless like statues, letting the breeze from the air circulation system blow up their long tassels.

This is the true location of Wings of Dawn and Wings of Broken Steel.

In the center of the guard of bone-white knights stood the black knight, admiring the Roman numeral I wrapped around his wrist by a chain, which gleamed brightly under the light. The light made the knight's face and figure clearly visible, and the deep red lines on his armor also had faint golden edges.

The First Legion!

Everyone felt a sense of suffocation for no reason, as if the Emperor was watching them, especially those Terran veterans who had once followed the Emperor.

"Take a seat."

Arthur looked at the knights.

No prompts, only commands.

The fallen angels quickly observed their surroundings.

The meeting hall was large enough to accommodate three thousand people, and some of the tables were already covered with knights' helmets.

This is for them.

"Yes, my lord!"

The fallen angels immediately saluted respectfully and walked towards their positions.

As for how they knew?
Kai's eyes fell on the carpet of the stone steps. Compared with the superficial decoration of the hall he was in before, this place was the meeting place that was qualified to carry the history of the Dark Angels.

Each position has been meticulously crafted, with the art and culture of each order, the knightly order, and the troops to which it belongs perfectly integrated. Their resumes are also interwoven with their own secret codes, forming deep and beautiful lines.

Let these fallen angels see their own unique position at a glance.

When they get the taste right, they say they always feel like something is missing.

How could the Dark Angels be as classless as the Space Wolves, barbarians?

This is the kind of luxury, low-key and restrained we want.

Stroking the knight's helmet and looking at the decorations on it that matched their own, the fallen angels couldn't help but feel relieved.

The design of the activity room just now was too plain, not at all like Dark Angel.

It’s not like now, where only I and my brothers in the order can understand it.

"Roch, what are you looking at?"

Gareth noticed that Roch beside him was staring at the carpet under his feet and typing out a series of well-known secret codes.

After the fight, I've let out all the anger I needed to let out, and at least now I can chat normally.

The destruction of Caliban was the fault of the Lion King and the traitors, but the blame should not be placed on these unfortunate people who shared the same fate.

"."

Luo He said nothing, but silently parsed the cipher text that only a very small number of Iron Wing Terrans could decipher.

[Although Lion Johnson chose to wait and see during the early stages of the Heresy; in order to secure the position of Warmaster, he gifted two of the Ordnance Cannons to Perturabo, attacking the walls of Terra, causing heavy casualties; and letting Typhons escape while recovering the Tuchucha Engine on the Forge World of the Ruins; and participated in the founding of the Second Imperium on Macragge; his homeworld rebelled during the Heresy; and throughout the Horus Heresy, he failed to perform to the level expected of the First Legion.]

[But there is no doubt that the Lion King is loyal, but the Primarchs are also human, not omnipotent gods. They also make mistakes and have their own shortcomings.]

For the first time, Luo He felt that his authority in facial expression management was facing an unprecedented challenge.

"This is a secret that you need to discover yourself."

Luo He knew that these words were meant for him, and he held it in for a long time before finally uttering out the words he had organized.

"I understand."

Gareth nodded. Compared to these Terrans, he had much less experience.

Of course, he also saw what he wanted to see. Many Dark Angels realized they were being respected, and they all looked at Arthur knowingly, their eyes filled with awe.

This gentleman really knows everything. The legion indeed has an inner circle that monitors all inner circles.

But it's much better than that damn Deathwing.

A secret is a secret. It’s enough for me to know that you know my secret. How can I tell it?
"Master Ya is really good at this sense of ceremony."

Ramses was secretly amazed. The Dark Angels had only been fighting for a few minutes, but he had already arranged everything here clearly.

Look at these dark angels, they feel like they've come home.

"Everyone."

Arthur felt somewhat relieved when he saw that all the dark angels were present.

"It's easy to say the words of reunion and reconciliation, but they are not as clear as the sword. You could have killed your comrades, but you didn't, and thus you have earned the opportunity to sit down."

These dark angels are not difficult to deal with. At least they are not children. Although they are crazy, they are more or less sensible.

"I know that although I have answered some of your questions, you still have many questions."

Arthur opened his hands, like an emperor inviting his ministers to give him advice.

"Now, please speak freely. I don't want lingering doubts to interfere with your efficiency in the future."

Such an attitude seemed to be as if he tacitly agreed that these defeated generals should be under his command.

But what was rare was that no one had any objection to this, and instead everyone started to think about it seriously.

Efka moved his mouth, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Sir!"

"Please say."

"Are you willing to give every one of us battle brothers a chance?"

"As long as you don't fall into chaos, it's fine."

Arthur replied seriously, "We can't make the same mistake as the lion. I and we should investigate the evidence and conduct multiple verifications. We can't assume the other party is treacherous or corrupt without proof."

"."

Many fallen angels suddenly felt uncomfortable, and at the same time they heard someone muttering that the Lion King was also very happy.

Especially those fallen angels who understood the secret language.

They didn't quite believe that this lord hadn't participated in the Great Expedition, but they believed that this lord definitely hadn't followed the Lion.

The lion has an extraordinary arrogance that cannot be questioned.

For someone who dares to directly say that there are problems with the Lion Rebellion, even if he gets his head cut off, that would be the least of his worries.

"I understand, my lord, and thank you for your kindness."

Evka saluted and then sat down.

"grown ups."

Roch raised his hand in greeting.

"Please say."

"Our bodies, did you undergo some kind of transformation while we were unconscious?"

He had felt something was wrong a long time ago. He felt that he had become noticeably stronger, and his bones had begun to develop again.

"Yes, I have transformed you into Primaris Space Marines because your current strength will not be enough to deal with various threats in the future. The specific information has been stored in your personal terminals."

"I need to apologize to you guys," Arthur explained.

I was wrong, but I did it anyway.

Arthur didn't have time to mobilize everyone one by one. He hoped that these fallen angels could play their role faster and more perfectly, and then he could confirm that everything was fine during the operation himself, instead of wasting time on this matter.

"I understand, my lord."

Luo He touched his face, suppressed his doubts, and sat back in his seat.

No one had any objections to this.

The strong dominate the weak; this is the privilege of the strong.

However, they were also concerned about the surgery and decided to study it in detail.

"grown ups."

Gareth asked.

“What do we need to do next?”

"We are currently under a joint structure called Dawnwings. Besides the Dark Angels, this structure also includes the Ultramarines, Blood Angels, and Thousand Sons. Due to the sensitivity of our identities, we are currently required to take over the duties of Apothecary within this structure."

"Of course, this is just on the surface. In addition to combat missions, you will also need to gradually take over intelligence work in due course. The specific strategy database will be made public to you."

On this point, Arthur was appropriately candid.

"You need to learn the professional knowledge of pharmacists. Of course, you can ask me if you have any professional questions."

The best thing about Dark Angels is that they don't need to be taught, just managed. They don't have any physical defects and will learn to adapt to the environment on their own.

All linked together.

The fallen angels reacted.

So he performed the surgery without saying goodbye and just waited for them here?
I feel like I'm being manipulated.

Because they cannot feel at ease without studying it thoroughly, and after studying it thoroughly, they will probably become qualified pharmacists.

"grown ups."

Someone asked again.

"What if we plan to leave?"

Are you crazy?
Some people looked at their battle brothers in surprise.

You're still thinking of leaving after being beaten up?

"If you insist on leaving, I won't force you."

Arthur replied calmly, "I will not allow unstable elements to remain in the team. I will only command those Dark Angels who are willing to obey me and want to join our group."

The man touched his head and found that it was still there.

Then the fallen angels began to ask questions.

As time passed, the fallen angels' questions continued to arise.

Arthur just stood in the center of the round table hall, patiently answering questions from all sides.

During this question and answer, the fallen angels finally discovered the problem.

This gentleman is so patient.

As the victor, he didn't need to explain so much, but Arthur stood under the light and patiently talked to these displaced fallen angels to satisfy their curiosity.
No, we can't go on like this.

Suddenly, the fallen angels all fell silent in tacit agreement.

This way of communication, where every question is answered, is so comfortable. It is a far cry from the days when we had to discover secrets on our own.

"grown ups."

The fallen angels communicated secretly, and finally Zabriel spoke.

"What can you give us?"

They all knew that Lord Arthur knew everyone's secrets, but they still wanted to hear the answer from him in person.

"I cannot guarantee the lives of any of you, nor can I promise you a future that I cannot fulfill."

Arthur spoke in a calm, sonorous voice.

"I will provide you with food for hunting, and I will record the melody of your life. If you die, I will bring the echo of this life to the lions and your comrades in the future. As for who I am, you can bear witness with your own eyes in the future."

"Then you will be out of tune with the current empire."

A fallen angel reminded, hinting at something.

"Let them come."

Arthur raised his right hand, and the emblem of the First Legion flashed brightly, passing over everyone present one by one.

"We must confirm our true intentions and reconcile with our former comrades. Our war machines can still exert their power after ten thousand years. We are far more powerful than the current lion heirs. As a lion, are you afraid, Zabriel?"

Zabriel was stunned, facing this adult who had defeated him and many of his colleagues head-on.

The display of a series of military details and Arthur's kindness to the fallen angels only confirmed one thing.

He can do things that all fallen angels dare not even think about now.

He is willing to identify and judge the fallen angels, and he is also willing to lead the fallen angels to regain their lost glory.

"Forgive me, my lord. I have chosen to pledge my loyalty to the Lion and cannot serve the next monarch."

He saluted with one arm and beat his chest, his face full of seriousness and solemnity.

"If this is your intention, please allow me to walk with you. Before we reach the end of our journey together—"

"I swear on my sword that I will follow you."

Arthur took a deep breath and looked at everyone present. Regardless of whether they were black or white, the soldiers looked solemn.

The hall was bright and he remembered everyone's face.

"We are the First Legion."

Against this solemn black and white backdrop, Arthur raised his sword.

Nearly five hundred fallen angels present stood up almost at the same time.

"We have nothing to fear!"

(End of this chapter)