This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 160 Because Hope Remains (1w)

"I suppose you have some knowledge of Chaos?"

Dracus asked in a low voice, the power axe in his hand steadily blocked a swift chop, and stepped back slightly, watching the attacks coming from all around vigilantly.

"Yes, those Chaos traitors, especially the Word Bearers, have been harassing us ever since Master Guilliman fell into slumber."

Servius's voice echoed from the Contemptor's fearless loudspeaker, carrying a metallic chill.

His mechanical arm wielded a massive obsidian broadsword, each blow carrying a force unparalleled by thunder. His movements were seamless, as if the massive body was still his former flesh and blood.

"I saw many dead. Those betrayers tainted by Chaos seemed to have merged with the demons. I killed one man many times, but he was still alive during one of my awakenings."

There was a hint of fatigue in Servius's tone.

It seems we are technically the Emperor's demons.

Dracus took a step back, cleverly avoiding a thrust from Servius, and couldn't help but grumble inwardly.

Then he whispered back, "Then theoretically I'm not much different from that thing."

"I'm surprised by your honesty."

Servius's dreadnought paused slightly, and then his movements became more fierce. Every swing of the broadsword carried an aggressive momentum, as if to force Dracula into a desperate situation.

"Give me an explanation."

"Do you know the Emperor that the Ecclesiarchy promotes today? A god with boundless power, who after death can lead loyal warriors back to the Golden Throne."

De La Cruz's voice was calm, and his feet moved slightly to the right, trying to use a fake move to slow down Servius' offensive rhythm.

However, Servius' steps were not disordered at all, his huge body was as flexible as a living person, and the rhythm of his attack showed no signs of slowing down.

"Don't tell me you believe this now, Draco. I don't remember my brother being a Word Bearer. Where were you when you burned the Perfect City?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Servius' tone, and the force of his broadsword increased a little, as if he wanted to tear Dracus's armor apart.

The words of his old comrade brought back a wave of bad memories in Servius' heart.

He pictured wandering through the Chapter Monastery and passing the prayer hall, where devout warriors knelt before the Emperor's holy image, murmuring to themselves.

"I don't think the Emperor is a god, because in my opinion, a god must be an omniscient and omnipotent being. If the Emperor is a god, the galaxy would definitely not be like this."

Dracus replied firmly, his gaze looking directly into Servius's eyes through the coffin's peephole.

"But the Emperor has indeed transformed into some kind of Warp being, and he can indeed lead those loyal warriors to the Golden Throne."

De La Cruz was silent for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed, as if searching for fragmented memories in his mind.

His voice was low and slow, with a hint of uncertainty:

"I didn't have much of a sense of reality in my life within the Golden Throne. I can recall participating in certain battles, but most of the time I felt like a manipulated corpse. It took me until now for my consciousness to truly awaken."

"Haha. The Emperor has become the very thing he always wanted to destroy."

Servius' voice came from the loudspeaker of the Dreadnought with a hint of irony and helplessness. His mechanical arm drooped slightly, and the edge of the broadsword flashed coldly in the dim light.

"How did you come back?"

There was a hint of alarm in Servius' voice, and the Dreadnought's head tilted slightly, as if examining every expression on Dracus's face.

"The Four Masters prepared bodies for us. We can indeed be called some kind of Warp creatures now. According to them, the Primarchs were created by the Emperor in a similar way."

De La Cruz's tone was calm.

"Which four? The four in the Warp?"

There was a hint of urgency in Servius's questioning. The Dreadnought's steps moved forward slightly, and its attack became more fierce.

"Those four over there."

Dracus pointed a finger, completely giving up his defense and replied helplessly. He glanced around to make sure no one noticed their conversation.

He is crazy, so he believes in the Four Gods.

Ever since he knew what they were, Dracula could only keep his distance from them.

"."

Servius's dreadnought suddenly stopped moving, and the broadsword on the mechanical arm hung in the air, as if time had frozen at this moment.

His voice was low and suppressed, with a hint of anger:
"Do you want me to kill you?"

He already believed that this was Dracula, but he still wondered if this was a conspiracy of the evil god.

Because this figure is too similar to the one in my memory——

Calm, rational, has absolute trust in his comrades, and is full of hope.

He has been buried in fearlessness for ten thousand years. How come some people haven't changed?

How can anyone still be hopeful after witnessing the Empire as it is today?

"No, I just wanted to say that if you still want to fight, you can try another occasion."

Dracus glanced around and noticed that Marshal Ledotus was receiving some information and reporting in a low voice. He couldn't help but remind him.

Despite Ramses' cover-up, everyone present was still listening to the processed conversation and watching the sudden fight. There was confusion and vigilance in their eyes, as if they were ready to intervene at any time.

".I'll take you to the martial arts arena."

Servius snorted, but there was a hint of compromise in his tone.

The head of the Dreadnought turned slightly, as if checking the surrounding environment.

He whispered:
"You have to tell me clearly, otherwise I can't entrust these children to you."

"of course."
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"I already understand the general situation."

In the meeting room of the Obsidian Blade Monastery, Romulus sat in the main seat, his eyes calmly scanning the report handed by Ledotus, then raised his hand to signal Ledotus to sit down.

The handover of various types of equipment required coordination, so we happened to borrow the friendly army's conference room.

Under the dim light, the imperial flags hanging on the wall looked particularly solemn, and the air was filled with a faint smell of motor oil and metal.

"You may sit in, Chapter Master Sextus."

Romulus said as he looked up at Sextus who was turning to leave.

Sextus was stunned for a moment, looking left and right, and found that even Marshal Ledotus looked respectful, so he replied simply: "Yes, sir."

He walked to the side, stood still with his hands behind his back, and looked at the star map intently.

"The 41st Fleet has sent back a comprehensive report. This is a detailed strategic deployment."

Ledotus' voice rang out in the conference room. He walked to the star map, tapped the location of the Tyranid Fortress world with his finger, and then drew the Zerg's attack route.

On the star map, red lines spread out like blood vessels, outlining the threat range of the Zerg.

As Romulus began to analyze the battle reports one by one, the details on the star map gradually became richer, and his fingers moved quickly on the star map, as if he was commanding an invisible battle.

"The Imperial Navy, the first line of defense centered around the Tyranids, has been reduced to just over twenty capital ships for some unknown reason after a year of fighting the Zerg."

There was a hint of heaviness in Ledotus' voice. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were fixed on the data on the star map.

"At the same time, the navy misjudged the Zerg's strategy, causing it to rashly attack outside the region, where it was surrounded and strangled by multiple Zerg hive motherships."

Romulus's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, but he was still calm. He ran his finger across the star map, marking the areas where the Imperial Navy was annihilated, and deduced every move of the Zerg in his mind.

After the mobile fleet of the planet Terran was annihilated, the Zerg did not rush to engage with the imperial armed forces on other lines of defense. Instead, they split into three groups and directly penetrated into the inner edge of the galaxy along various space regions, and began to indiscriminately attack various planets.

What followed was a shortage of mobile forces, the shadow of the Zerg spread across the subspace, communications were disrupted, and the scattered fleets were like headless flies, able to deal with the rampant aliens only by feeling.

Just as they were following their instinctive judgment, the Zerg keenly captured the movements of the Empire's last mobile forces. Two large tentacles quickly penetrated the star sector defense line in a pincer-like manner and began to destroy those star port nodes.

Romulus's gaze moved slowly across the star map, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was deducing every change in the battle situation in his mind.

He had a rough idea of why the Ultramarines were having trouble holding their line.

After the defense line was broken, the various areas of exchange of fire became too scattered, and coupled with the interference of the subspace shadow, Calgar was unable to achieve unified command.

Each planet could only fight on its own, which eventually led to a complete collapse of the situation.

It's like you're playing Battlefield, while Bugs is playing Stellaris.

A trace of helplessness flashed across Romulus' eyes, and his fingers gently ran across the star map, as if trying to sort out the complicated battle lines.

Of course, because the galaxy is three-dimensional, the so-called defense line is not just a ground garrison, but a series of mobile strongholds. As long as there is sufficient naval power and planetary supplies, and high-intensity patrols can be maintained, even if the enemy wants to circumvent it, it will be difficult.

After all, the Imperial Navy's cruising radius can usually be calculated in star sectors.

His eyes rested on several key nodes on the star map, and Romulus tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

He continued to watch the battle report.

Currently, nine Astartes Chapters, including the Ultramarines, Black Templars, Scythes of the Emperor, Silver Skulls, Ascetics, Astral Claws, Mantis Warriors, and Lamenters, totaling 5,000 people, are building a defense line around Calth to Marilla.

These are all chapters stationed closer to the inner side of the galaxy and coming to support.

However, other Ultramarines Chapters outside of Ultramar, such as the Harbinger Knights, were defending their homeworld and were unable to move.

The Zerg apparently realized what these strange warriors knew about them and began to take targeted countermeasures - directly attacking their home planet.

Romulus frowned even more tightly, his fingers moving quickly on the star map, marking the Zerg's attack route, with a hint of urgency in his tone.

After entering the inner part of the galaxy, the Behemoth Hive Fleet, which had obtained a large amount of biomass, had already demonstrated the horror of the swarm.

A steady stream of biological ships were produced from the skies of the dead planets that had been eaten by them, and the dense feint attack routes gradually converged towards Macragge.

As time went on, the Astartes, who had gained an advantage in the initial battles by relying on the initial tactical guidance, began to be stretched to the limit under the Zerg's repeated attacks.

Especially the Ultramarines.

"The Hive Mind has finished reading the Tome."

Ramses commented.

"The Codex Astartes restricts the weapons and equipment used by Space Marines. The Zerg is using those weapons to target those types of soldiers that are difficult to counter."

The Ultramarines were very flexible in their handling of the successor groups. Including the Nemesis, many of the non-Codex armies of the successor groups were protected by the Ultramarines.

But within the Ultramarines themselves, obedience to the Codex has reached an almost obsessive level.

After Guilliman returns in the future, the Ultramarines' Second Company, which is fighting against Hive Fleet Leviathan in Tarassa, can only go to the Astra Militarum's warehouse to get melta to blow up a bridge, because the Codex stipulates that the Astartes cannot possess such weapons and equipment.

Even the ancestor Guilliman couldn't change it even after he came back.

This kind of blind obedience to the Codex directly led to the Ultramarines being strategically passive.

Romulus's almost exaggerated deduction was quickly completed.

No one would choose to question whether there were any omissions, as he had not missed a single one since the expedition began.

The densely packed, conquered planet is terrifying to look at.

"This is the result of the Mechanicus's exploration fleet."

Kaul simply took out the exploration report of one of his clones.

A planet invaded by the Tyranids will have all its life forms, including the atmosphere, soil and other nutrients, plundered, and will completely become a dead planet.

"."

The Invincible Iron Guards clenched their fists, with a hint of anger and helplessness in their eyes.

For a moment, they thought they were watching a group of Word Bearers fighting with the Holy Word of the Ecclesiarchy.

The Ultramarines have always been known for their flexibility and adaptability, so how could they be confined by a mere scripture?

Lord Guilliman didn't write about how to fight the Zerg, right? What on earth are you fighting with that book in your hands?
It's a life-or-death battle, and you're still putting a limiter on yourself? Are you just not good enough to play unless you're at low health, or what?
The rest of the people looked at the battle report of the Ultramarines being targeted by the Zerg and suffering a life-and-death struggle, and their faces turned serious, and they became more determined to never abide by the Holy Code in the future.

The current situation of the galaxy has indeed posed an unprecedented challenge to the various experiences conveyed by the Holy Scriptures. It makes no sense that the elders who have seen the Primarch should be dismissive of this and still hold it like a treasure.

They can still distinguish between a glorious death and a cowardly death.

Sextus looked at the fighting brothers around him and felt a little out of place.

The Obsidian Blades are the standard Codex group.

".This is an unprecedented enemy."

Ledotus's expression was very serious.

Regardless of whether it is a holy canon or not, the Black Templars will just observe it symbolically and use the Eternal Crusade to give the high lords a way out.

He looked at the star map seriously, and only then did he intuitively realize how terrifying the Zerg was.

In Romulus's review, Tyronn's various strategic deployments were presented to everyone, which most intuitively demonstrated how exaggerated the enemy's command ability was.

Real-time strategic deployment at the sector level is something that no other race in the galaxy can do today.

The Eldar have the ability but no personnel, the Empire has personnel but no ability, and the four gods of chaos fight each other every day, and they themselves are not quite clear-headed.

As for the greenskin
Thanks to the fact that their opponents are abstract enough, the greenskins themselves are also quite abstract.

Moreover, since the Beast War, humans have developed their own set of methods to deal with the greenskins. They rely on the Astartes to carry out concentrated beheadings, or use the Untouchables to destroy the Waaaaagh's position. Such operations have been proven to be effective time and time again.

“That’s the Navy.”

Romulus didn't know what to say.

It’s better than I expected at first, at least only half of it fell off.

And not being stabbed all the way to Macragge was already a good thing.

The time travelers tried to think positively.

"What about the rest of the navy?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know. We can't rule out the possibility of the emergency redeployment of various forces, or the navy itself misjudging the battle situation."

Ledotus shook his head. Although their relationship with the Imperial Navy was not bad, it was not yet at the level of superiors and subordinates.

"The combined fleet consists of 51 battleships, 31 of which were withdrawn from the Ultramar Line after the war began."

Aglaia handed in his report.

"Fifteen of these were sent north to deal with the newly emerged Orc kingdoms around Orpheus 15. The other sixteen battleships, led by Inquisitor Rost, headed for the Damocles Gulf to launch a campaign against the emerging alien race, the Tau."

"reason."

"They judged that the Tyranid threat would soon be resolved, and that the Empire's strength needed to be used where it was more needed."

Look at this subjective initiative, it is obvious that he is an outstanding pillar of the empire.

"What are the results of the battle?"

Romulus was so angry that he laughed.

Because the expedition's route was going to pass through the Titanium, Romulus had already informed the alien group and let them deal with it.

It just so happens that one of the Titanium Clan's technologies is valued by the time travelers.

The empire doesn't need to worry about this at all.

"No."

Aglaia shook her head.

"."

The faces of everyone present became wonderful.

"Can I understand that some people, in pursuit of their own interests or glory, have caused the Empire to lose hundreds of habitable planets?"

Arthur glanced at the star map and continued, "And this number is increasing over time."

This pot is really big, making everyone subconsciously hold their breath.

A wrong decision directly destroyed hundreds of habitable worlds in the empire. Such a loss is enough to be recorded in the history of the empire.

Even the Beast Wars didn't suffer such huge losses, it's just that more people died. Those planets attacked by the greenskins can be colonized again after they are recaptured.

It's nothing like the planet invaded by the Tyranids, which is cleaner than the one that has been ordered to exterminate.

"Yes, Lord Arthur."

The Inquisitor who entered the meeting room agreed.

Rarely, everyone felt a strong sense of solemnity from this stable judge.

"What is the current strategic deployment of the navy?"

Romulus already felt dizzy. Just thinking about the lives of more than a hundred planets made his hands tremble.

Unfortunately, De La Cruz was not there, so no one sent him blood pressure medication.

"The Damocles Gulf Fleet has not responded. The mobile fleet supporting Orpheus 1 is on its way back. They claim they will convey the Emperor's wrath and regain the lost glory of their allies."

Aglaia replied.

"Don't!"

Romulus said quickly, subconsciously reaching out his hand, as if this could help him recapture the fleet, but no one showed any emotion about it.

The Stormcast Eternals were furious, especially the Ultramarines. Some of them had their homeworlds devoured by the Zerg, while the Space Marines of the 40k era began to ponder—

Is the Imperial Navy really that powerful?

"—I mean, can they first garrison in Macragge as a last resort during the war?"

Romulus organized his words.

He finally understood that the greatest role of the Imperial Navy was its existence.

These bastards must not move. The Macragge star field is full of Genestealers anyway, and they can't be killed even with their reminders. The fleet just needs to stay there so that the Hive Mind can sense it. At least in this way, the Hive Mind will take their combat effectiveness into account for a long time.

"Of course, Lord Romulus, I will take care of it."

Aglaia nodded seriously.

"Well, if you have any difficulties, just tell us and we will solve them slowly."

Romulus took a deep breath.

On the bright side, at least the offensive of this Hive War was blocked, and Macragge was not even reached. Currently, the Zerg is still confined to the periphery of the third line of defense.

This is much better than the historical situation where they were scattered all over Ultramar and were not cleaned up until Guilliman woke up.

The other commanders were somewhat unacceptable.

They knew how much Romulus valued the defense of Ultramar, and provided all kinds of tactical guidance at all costs, and they were just short of teaching you how to fight step by step.

They could see the efforts of the four adults along the way, but the result was what they had now.

The circuits of the Great Sage Kaul began to emit sparks.

How dare these insects who make decisions? Even if they all die, they cannot afford the cost of losing the war!

Everyone was speechless, and some even doubted whether Macragge could withstand the Zerg's attack and wait for their support.

"Let's start discussing the next route."

Romulus comforted everyone.

"Don't be anxious, let's do our own thing first."

Karna twitched his lips.

It was also difficult for Romulus to have to put on such an expression at this time.

In the conference hall, no matter whether they were ten thousand years old or almost forty thousand years old, they all wore masks of pain at this moment.

Karna and Ramses looked at Arthur, who seemed calm from the beginning to the end.

"Everyone."

Arthur took a deep breath and looked up at the huge holographic battle situation table in the center of the conference room. Countless light spots flickered on the table, representing the deployment of troops on both sides of the enemy, as if a sea of stars was burning in the darkness.

"As individuals, each of us is subject to error and failure."

His voice echoed in the empty conference hall.

"But if we remember that we are part of something greater, if we refuse to give in to doubts and fears, if we do our duty promptly and effectively, then we can force our enemies to make mistakes—"

"And mistakes will cost them blood."

His voice suddenly became cold, like a sharp blade cutting through the air.

Arthur glanced at the crowd, his eyes sparkling. He knew that what these commanders were really worried about was not the enemy's strength. They had gone through countless life and death experiences, and the so-called failures had never defeated them. What they were worried about was the attitude of their four "Primarchs".

They were afraid that this already broken empire would make the four new Primarchs give up their actions and completely abandon this race that seemed beyond redemption.

So, Arthur just had to express his stance.

"I don't know whether our struggle will be victorious, but I can promise that in order to win, we will never give up the struggle."

His voice was like an oath, heavy and firm.

The air in the conference hall seemed to be ignited by his words, and everyone's eyes were focused on him with expectation and trust.

When he first traveled through time, Arthur did think about giving up.

After all, traveling to the Warhammer world is simply bad luck. If you don't enjoy yourself while you can, you might never have the chance again in the future.

But as time went on, he witnessed the sacrifices of too many mortals, the pharmacists' perseverance in despair, Cawl's ten-thousand-year promise, and the warriors who were now gradually gathering around them and entrusting their trust and strength to them.

He still believes that there is hope for humanity.

Facing everyone's gaze, Arthur spoke seriously.

"Because there is still hope."

The voice was calm and clear, with the youthful vigor that only belongs to young people. The surrounding walls were inlaid with ancient reliefs that depicted the glory and suffering in human history. Those reliefs seemed to be silently witnessing the oath at this moment.

There was a moment of silence in the conference hall, as if even the air had frozen.

Then, Ledotus was the first to break the silence. He straightened his body, clenched his right fist, and hit his chest hard, making a dull sound.

"Hope still exists."

His voice was low and powerful, as if he was taking an oath.

"Yes, there is still hope."

Aglaia's voice followed closely behind, and a ripple appeared in her originally somewhat rigid eyes, as if the frozen lake was rippled by the spring breeze.

Her fingers gently stroked the hilt of the sword at her waist, as if finding some support.

Hope Remains

The Great Sage Kaul still stood quietly, his spare body stood quietly, and from time to time a few sparks burst out due to overload. In the processing unit, an emotion called reminiscence quietly emerged.

Everyone's eyes finally fell on Romulus.

His figure was tall and straight, like an unshakable mountain, and nothing could crush him.

"Then get moving, everyone."

Romulus took a deep breath of the air in the void, as if tasting the icy taste of it.

He looked at his companions, then nodded to each other, their eyes meeting, silently conveying a kind of tacit understanding.

"We still have a war to plan."
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"Do you truly believe this is the Emperor's guidance?"

Outside the conference room, Servius bent over and asked Dracus in a low voice.

His huge Contemptor Dreadnought leaned forward slightly, the mechanical joints humming softly, the movements seeming somewhat clumsy and even a little funny due to the Dreadnought's structure.

"Maybe not?"

Delacroix said softly, his voice as gentle as the breeze, with a hint of uncertainty.

His eyes looked through the shadows of the corridor to the twinkling stars in the distance, as if he was also looking for some answers.

"But I believe it was without malicious intent."

He was basically certain that his resurgence was related to the four adults. After all, Ramses had never hidden professional issues from them.

There was a certainty in De La Cruz's tone, as if he was stating a very simple fact.

"I do not believe that the Emperor, or any of the Primarchs or Warp-created beings, are gods, as the Word Bearers do, but their power cannot be ignored. If they wanted to, yes, they could do a lot."

Servius's mechanical body vibrated slightly, as if expressing some emotion.

His voice came through the Dreadnought speakers, a little hoarse:
"What you said really challenges my worldview."

He sighed, his voice filled with fatigue. Perhaps he was really an old man, and his ability to accept new things was beginning to decline.

Then his eyes fell on the gap in De La Cruz's chest, where there used to be a fatal wound. If it had been just a little closer, it would have pierced his heart.

"You're still the same as before."

There was a hint of emotion in Servius' voice, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

"It's natural."

De La Cruz smiled slightly, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

"What if I accidentally killed you?"

There was a hint of teasing in Servius' voice, as if he was testing something.

"Then I can still survive."

De La Cruz shrugged, his movements relaxed and casual, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"Hehehe~"

Servius chuckled softly, he envied Dracus's mentality.

If you can tell jokes about the original body with a few optimistic adults every day and continue to engage in a noble cause, then you can do it too.

Dracoos laughed and shook his head, then asked, "How did you get into the Dreadnought? Who defeated Master Guilliman's champion swordsman?"

"I'm sorry, my story isn't that epic."

Servius sighed at Dracus's curiosity.

"This planet has special radiation, and I'm sick, that's all."

De La Cruz nodded in understanding.

Yes, he was once the champion of the Ultramarines Legion. What could defeat him?
The impermanence of time is sometimes more cruel than any enemy.

Servius reflected on his life.

A dull battle, a dull formation of a battle group, and being placed in the Dreadnought because of a genetic disease.

Then watch the familiar faces disappear bit by bit.

Compared with other beings at the same level, his life is indeed less eventful.

"Thanks to fate's guidance, I can see my comrades again."

Servius replied with emotion.

"We'll see each other again in the future."

De La Cruz smiled and then extended an invitation.

"How about coming with us? Let's fill in the missing piece of your life."

"I am old and dying."

Servius whispered.

"I'm already dead."

De La Cruz held out his hand.

“The future is still long.”

Yes, the future is still long.

Servius quietly watched the people who had become busy again. They each returned to the fleet, started their own work, and drove the fleet away as quickly as possible.

And those four adults.

Arthur left first, nodding slightly to the two of them as he passed by.

Ramses left with Karna, giving the two of them a common greeting, one flamboyant and one enthusiastic.

Romulus was left alone in deep thought. When Fearless looked at him, he came out of his thoughts and nodded gently at Fearless.

They have power, they are learning.

They are constantly improving their knowledge and trying new things.

They really hope that humans can survive better in this galaxy.

boom!
Iron meets iron.

Ten thousand years later, the fearless Iron Hand finally overlapped with the Invincible Iron Guard again, and the two bumped shoulders with each other, leaving a crisp echo.

"Take me with you, I should still be able to fight."

He said so.

because--

There is still hope.
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A voice rang out in the quiet office.

"His Highness's order has come down."

Efka, who was in charge of the Raven Wing's operations and handling official business, replied without even looking up, "Is this really our Knight Sergeant? Acting Grand Master of the Broken Crown Order, which Highness are you referring to?"

"It can be either."

Kai replied expressionlessly.

"Information from the Mechanicus?"

Looking at the vibration left in the air by Kai's secret words, Efka put down the document and sighed.

These duties are simply not for human beings to do. They are only responsible for a small part. God knows how Romulus could continue to do it.

As expected of an ambitious Primarch, he could endure such hardship. I can’t imagine what he really wants.

Moreover, Ravenwing's understanding of the universe was really limited. They had missed too much time, so that His Highness could only rely on the Inquisitor or the Mechanicus Sage in many cases.

"That does not work."

Zabriel appeared out of nowhere and spoke Efka's true feelings.

As one of His Highness's attendants, he also discovered problems when sorting out the legion structure.

There are indeed many ruthless Terran men among the Fallen Angels, and those new recruits from Caliban will soon be able to stand on their own after their training, but the Dark Angels have limited understanding of the current Empire.

They don't even know where the Fallen Angels' stone fortresses are located, how many divisions they have, or how many sub-groups they have!
"Where are Roch and Gareth?"

Efka waited a little and found that the other two people who should have appeared did not show up.

"They both have a mission."

Zabril replied somewhat sourly.

The Terran Steelwing is amazing, and the Angel of Redemption who really intends to take over the pharmacist group is also amazing.

"We have to restructure our intelligence network."

Efka immediately said seriously.

Everyone has something to do, and they are the only ones here dealing with endless official documents.

Recently, I have contacted many Fallen Angels one after another. We have agreed on meeting times using secret codes. After completing the reconciliation ceremony, I can return to the Dark Angels. It is only a matter of time before the team is gradually expanded.

Intelligence systems will become increasingly important in the future.

"But I'm afraid it will take a long time to build."

Kai whispered that as a qualified duelist, he couldn't do these things.

“Why build?”

Efka hinted.

Kai turned his head and noticed Zabril raised his chin.

"Oh."

Kai understood instantly.

"."

Almost at the same moment.

The three of them fixed their gazes on Alpharius, who was still hard at work.

This person is currently the best performer in Crow Wing. He rushes to do irrelevant work for others, which directly leads to him losing a duel spot.

God knows how this person can endure it.

Efka didn't want to be here in the first place, because he lost the duel.

Damn it, people from the Broken Claw Order should go to Deathwing and use your Terminator. How did you get in Ravenwing?

"?"

Noticing the gazes of the three men, Alpharius looked up.

"Lord Zabril!"

He said to Efka.

"He probably memorized the code incorrectly. I'll have the Pentacles give him some new knowledge later."

Facing two gazes from the side, Efka explained awkwardly.

This Alpharius undercover is really unprofessional. He has been given so many hints, both overtly and covertly, yet he still remembers it wrong. They have always been the ones making excuses for this guy.

"The pride is gathering. You can put your work aside for a while, Brother Hydra."

Evka spoke.

"Even with this burden, I can still complete the personnel coordination."

Alpharius immediately replied confidently.

He discovered that confidence is necessary in the Dark Angel group, so that these proud lions will entrust tasks to you and give you the opportunity to glimpse more secrets.

"If you insist on doing this, then I have no objection, but since it is my duty, I must make sure it is perfect."

Efka said seriously.

"Of course."

Alpharius replied confidently, then stood up with the documents, identified the cipher on the ground and left, preparing to return to the headquarters of the Order of the Nine.

During this time, he gradually figured out the secret interaction system within the Dark Angels. Once he became familiar with it, he should be able to go undercover at a higher level.

However, the most urgent task is to gather his colleagues.

Alpharius's eyes fell on the text in his hand.

The reforms carried out by this fleet are indeed beyond the imagination of many people. They are interfering in the military and political affairs of some territories of the empire, trying to take control of everything.

Unfortunately, just this small part of the document consumed a lot of his energy, and it was no longer possible for him to get a full picture alone.

Fortunately, the re-call of these fallen angels gave him a great opportunity.

Walking on the dim passage, Alpharius silently analyzed the secret code and began to think about his plan.

Alpharius needs to summon his Great Company to monitor this mysterious force and ensure they pose no threat to humanity.

Damn, that's where Steel Wing is stationed.

Efka held his forehead with one hand, then waved his hand. Two black shadows left first to prevent him from being beaten into coal by the patrolling automatic soldiers. Then he turned around and looked at his fighting brothers.

"It's done, except that you need to be careful about the danger."

"Danger is not an excuse. Any action has its risks. What we need to do is to eliminate them. His Highness would not want us to cause him trouble."

Zabril spoke up and gave his plan.

"Then have the Grand Master of the Five Points insure their souls. I believe Lord Ramses will not refuse the assistance of these hardworking employees."

“Remember, there is hope!”

At the last moment, Efka turned around and found that the two had disappeared, so he sat back at his desk.

Surveillance is surveillance, but work still needs to be done.

To do it well.

(End of this chapter)