This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 157 Just right!
Arriving at the other side of the planet, Arthur looked up at the huge state church complex in front of him.

The buildings here are astonishingly magnificent, and the decorations are all designed by the empire's top sculptors. Even in the rainy season of Opt, these buildings are shining under the light reflected by the colorful prisms in the dome.

Statues of various saints and epic heroes stand on the passages of the building complex. In the center is the most magnificent statue of the Emperor. He is wearing noble power armor, his sword pointing to the sky, but his eyes are always looking at his subjects at his feet.

The invasions were concentrated on the ruins on the other side of the planet. Neither the Eldar nor the Iron Warriors aimed to conquer the planet, which left most of the population and buildings on Opt intact.

Many people didn't even realize what was happening and just thought it was an ordinary invasion.

Arthur retracted his gaze and took a step, carefully passing through the ragged crowd. He watched from the corner of his eye as they swallowed the still ample food mixed with medicine in their hands. Following the increasingly enthusiastic shouts, they headed towards the center of the church at an unpredictable speed.

When the church staff discovered Arthur, the knight had already come to Karna's side.

"This is."

The archbishop noticed the anomaly and cast a glance at him, then subconsciously fell silent, and the church members who were echoing his preaching also fell silent.

Looking up and down at the restrained and gorgeous knight, gazing at the sword and shield, he felt the strong power of faith from them.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor"

The Archbishop realized that this was a weapon consecrated by the Emperor, and that the mere sight of it was a source of agony for those Chaos cultists who sought corrupted beauty and warped senses.

"Are you in such a hurry?"

Karna asked in a low voice.

He knew clearly what had happened. Those geniuses in the Imperial Navy had given them a hard time again.

"No rush, but it's time to go."

Arthur shook his head, then fumbled with the controls.

"I'll use the holographic projection. You pick the people, and I'll set the lighting."

Whenever the expedition fleet passes through a planet, some staff will be stationed there, especially from the state religion. One of the clerks and the cardinal must be left behind to ensure a certain degree of control over the local area.

It's just that it was previously responsible for spreading the faith of the Holy Rose, but now it has been slightly changed and is ready to synchronize with Baal.

However, recruiting armed forces is a bit troublesome. After all, no combat sister is willing to leave the expeditionary fleet. Fortunately, there are many interstellar armies under the control of the expeditionary fleet, and sufficient equipment can support the various planetary sects to complete their own armed construction.

"Give."

Karna handed over a list.

Arthur is good at rituals, and he has case studies to refer to - Vandir also used the Rose Festival to block bullets for himself to fool the battle sisters. Since Romulus approved Ramses' experimental application, he might as well give it a try.

Arthur nodded, exchanged glances with the Archbishop, and then drew his blade.

The inscriptions were bright, like angry eyes against the pitch-black background, emitting a dazzling light.

The Archbishop stared at the blade, convinced that its light was enough to drive the demons back.

The tip of the sword pressed down lightly, and under the burning gazes of countless believers, countless pillars reaching the sky rose up, falling on the angel descendants who had received the notice and completed the finishing work, on the invincible iron guards who had integrated the data, and on the nuns and priests who had completed the distribution of supplies.

They were like the chosen ones of heaven, summoned by the God-Emperor and stepped into the boundless starry sky along the brilliant bridge.

Countless believers who were previously in doubt suddenly became fanatical when they saw this scene.

The solemn knight slowly swung his sword and ordered the dark angel in the shadows to activate the teleportation beacon.

The warriors who were summoned slowly disappeared into the mortal world like melting snow.

“Whatever has passed away will come again.

Whatever is destroyed will be reborn.

Whatever falls will rise again."

The archbishop stared at the scene before him, and for no reason, a voice rose in his heart.

"I saw a group of triumphant warriors, with flames always burning in their souls. They passed the flames on their fingertips, only to bring salvation to the people of the Emperor. It symbolizes faith and victory, and they will be passed on as they move forward. They will never be extinguished!"

The Archbishop's voice became fanatical as he chanted his blessing to the retreating warriors.

In response to him, there was a thunderous response from countless believers.
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"Why don't you do this job from now on!"

Karna looked at his spiritual energy which had increased significantly and said to Arthur beside him.

He doesn't want to be this idol anymore.

"I'm not worthy of being Saint Jarles' blood relative."

Arthur replied expressionlessly.

"There's no way to get over this hurdle, right?"

Karna couldn't help but grit his teeth. What elements did they bring with them after traveling through time? Why did he have to be associated with Saint Jarles?
"Lord Karna!" Septurus, who stayed on the ship to assist Dracus in arresting the Dark Angel, passed by the corridor and noticed Arthur and Karna walking side by side. He immediately saluted respectfully.

"Hello, Separtus, what are you—"

Karna smiled in response, noticing the scratches on his body and becoming curious.

"Some uninvited guests have entered the battleship."

Separtus looked back and forth between the two of them, then apologized in shame.

"I'm sorry, my lord. I've brought shame upon the Legion."

"What's the connection?"

After gathering all the elements and quickly understanding the whole story, Karna was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Catch the cat here.

"It's okay, just continue."

Karna waved his hand, and Septuus immediately bowed and left.

Gazing at his back, Karna felt a contradiction between joy and shame from the Crimson Paladin Lord.

Then the two of them came to the bridge of the Eternal Expedition and saw Lan standing solemnly at the door.

"Hello, Lan."

Karna greeted.

Everyone I met on the road came here this way.

"Greetings, Lord Karna—Lord Arthur."

Lann responded quickly—though his reaction seemed a beat too slow—and then saluted Arthur again.

Karna studied his expression.

The first-generation chapter leader of the Executioners did not seem to have much joy of victory. He had just defeated his old rival and should have been celebrating.

Karna turned his head and said to Arthur.

"Have you noticed something different about them?"

"Because I really thought of you as the Primarch."

Arthur replied as he led Karna to his seat and sat down.

The encounter with Perturabo was an accident, but he defined the identities of the four of them right out of his mouth.

Although the current Astartes and the imprisoned members were dismissed at that time, the Stormcast Eternals and Dark Angels were present.

Although I don’t tell everyone about it, I have a rough idea of it in my mind.

And this is also the reason why the sons of Dorne are lost.

The situation of the Empire is critical now, but only these four Primarchs have returned, and there are even rebellious legions. Doesn't this mean that these four are indispensable to the Empire?
What about their Primarch, Rogal Dorn?

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Karna's eyes swept over the bodies of the mountain guards one by one, and he could more or less sense a trace of loss from them.

He was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Let's get down to business."

Karna shook his head helplessly, then looked at the people at the conference table.

I've also heard about what's happening in Macragge. It seems the defense line centered around the Tyranids has collapsed, and the Zerg is making a direct attack. The details will have to wait for centralized analysis through various information channels.

But what is going on here?
Karna glanced at Romulus with a frown on his face, Arthur with his eyes closed in thought, Ramses with a headache on his face who was thinking about something, and then glanced at the commanders of various forces one by one.

Compared to the nervousness of the four of them and the seriousness of the Stormcast Eternals, the commanders born in this era did not seem to be impatient.

Of course, this is not to say that they don't take it seriously; they have always been able to perform their duties wholeheartedly.

His eyes fell on Marshal Ledotus. This battle-hardened warrior had a frown on his face, but as he read the battle report, his frown relaxed as if he was relieved.

What's with this expression of always feeling like something is wrong, but feeling relieved after something bad happens?

How come after he became an idol, the atmosphere of the entire expedition fleet became weird?

(End of this chapter)