This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 149 Your past is coming back to you (Settled, give the child some monthly tickets, I'm writing!)
Above Opto, which is shrouded in fine rain and mist.

In an ancient fortress that blends in with the alien buildings.

Warsmith Idris and his commanders were facing the enemy deployment notifications that kept coming from the augury, waiting for the attack that was delayed.

"What are these sons of Dorne hesitating about?"

While commanding his troops to deal with those damn Eldar aliens deep in the fortress, Idris couldn't help but look puzzled when he saw that these troops did not attack his defense line as expected.

The scale of this Imperial expeditionary fleet was indeed somewhat exaggerated. He had never imagined that the Empire could actually gather such a large fleet in a place other than the Eye of Terror.

"The Demon Host and Demon Engine are still unusable?"

Idris turned his head and looked at the adjutant beside him.

"No."

The adjutant shook his head and spoke, his tone tinged with gritted teeth.

God knows how many times he'd heard the blasphemies of "Steel decays, stone remains" and "Iron Warriors? They feel inferior to hoop robots." as he tried to repair these hybrid warp and machine creations.

It was so torturous.

Their fleet had been wiped out in a whirlwind of speed. Apart from knowing that it was the Eternal Expedition that was coming, they didn't even know the course of the war.

"They probably don't understand what we are doing and plan to accumulate strength before launching a full-scale attack on the fortress."

Idris analyzed, his eyes fixed on the Eldar aliens that were gradually being surrounded and eliminated.

"But they don't know that every moment of hesitation makes every inch of steel in this fortress more deadly."

These minions of the gods who called themselves clowns intended to snatch the gifts he intended to offer to the Lord of Steel, which caused him a lot of trouble.

Unfortunately, they are isolated and helpless, and will be slowly strangled into pieces by the jagged teeth of steel.

His cold gaze fell on the soldiers who were engaging in a brutal exchange with the Eldar xenos, and Idris continued to give orders for a fierce attack.

There is no need to feel bad about losing these quick-recruited soldiers created from the Imperial Fist seeds. On their slave planets, there are countless genetic slaves who use their bodies to produce these inferior genetic seeds for them.

"Yes, just as we did on Cybates IV, we inflicted upon the Sons of Dorne the most devastating defeat."

The adjutant said so.

"Yes."

Idris clenched his fists excitedly.

The fleet was lost, the men were killed, none of that mattered.

"In another thirteen hours, our ritual will be complete. The Iron Lord will receive our gift and watch as we secure for him an unprecedented victory."

As long as I can regain the favor of the Iron Lord, everything will be worth it.
Wuwuwu——

The sudden strong wind made it impossible for people to stand. Those who were commanding the troops and deploying the defense lines stopped, especially Idris. After feeling the familiar wave frequency, he looked up in horror.

At this moment, the scene in their eyes is difficult to describe in words.

The gray sky was rolling, as if a whirlpool had appeared, like a stone falling into the water. Waves were visible to the naked eye in the sky, spreading outward from the center.

All the creations that came into contact with it, even the indestructible remains of the alien buildings, were shaken by the waves and turned into misty clouds.

Just one look at it is enough to make one's body go cold and shudder straight to the forehead. Bang!
It was as if the protection of the void shield had disappeared. A tactical team that was maintaining the defense facilities disappeared on the spot, and the army formation that was still engaged in a bloody fight with those rebellious demon engines also disintegrated in an instant.

A passage nearly ten meters wide and more than ten kilometers long appeared in the fortress.

Those mortal soldiers looked at the area that was suddenly cleared in front of them, and hurriedly fled to the inside of the fortress, trying to find refuge.

But then, a huge roar came from behind them, turning the bodies of these mortals into a piece of canvas pasted on the wall.

Thirteen death-strike missiles equipped with concussion warheads entered the passage one after another.

These missiles rely on the guidance of technical priests through lasers. In the event of electronic equipment failure, the technical priests can also directly calculate the missile trajectory by observing the coordinates and input it into the missile's machine soul.

Therefore, these missiles can still play a role when facing the chaotic enemy.

However, for the Empire, instead of going through the trouble of haggling with the sages of the Mechanicus to obtain a limited batch of strike weapons, it would be more convenient to directly recruit millions of Astra Militarum soldiers to fill the gap with their lives.

The time travelers' philosophy of war has always been to use armored advancement and superior firepower, and they will never use human wave assaults.

Heavy rain continued, and the frequency of General Tiamat's cannon almost destroyed the transmission of all sounds. As violent explosions filled the interior of the fortress, the main buildings in the area collapsed directly.

"Lord, this is!"

The adjutant held onto the protruding metal guardrail.

The fortress structure was destroyed, and even their carefully chosen command center suffered severe damage.

"impossible."

Idris did not reply, but stared blankly at the gap in the imaging system caused by their General Cannon, repeating the same sentence over and over again.

The sudden destruction shattered his self-confidence.

In the sound array system, there was a continuous "woooo" sound, the sky was dark, and visibility was decreasing rapidly.

"This is impossible."

Idris pointed at the gap and asked in disbelief, "How could they use the Grand Admiral Cannon? The key to sealing it has been lost for ten thousand years."

He really wanted to go out and see if some demon had possessed the machine again and was trying to defraud him.

But he didn't dare, so he could only nail his body to the ground and stare at the screen.

Even Idris was like this, and the others could only feel trembling all over. They didn't even have the leisure to think about what kind of weapon it was, because just starting to think about how to deal with such a weapon had already exhausted all their strength.

No one could respond to him.

This doesn't make sense. How could today's empire decipher ancient war machines in such a short time?

They couldn't even remember where they had buried the weapons.

Idris hid in a trench deep inside the fortress, watching the howling wind outside and the deep gaps carved there that looked like fragile porcelain.

He looked at the war machines that began to roar forward as the fortress was breached. Their outlines seemed so familiar to him, completely different from the empire of today.

Idris had a vague feeling.

His past was finding out.

(End of this chapter)