This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 38 Preparation——

"How well do you know them?"

Great Sage Kaul asked.

Very good, I am willing to inspect the goods.

Romulus pondered for a moment.

Compared to the Ark Eldar, humans' understanding of the Dark Eldar is actually very limited, and they often confuse these aliens with Eldar pirates.

Because the Dark Eldar's actions are very secretive and their control over the Webway is far stronger than that of their other cousins, the Empire is unable to find the culprit when faced with many vicious incidents of people being abducted.

At the same time, the Dark Eldar are not the main enemy of mankind. After all, although Comoros is huge, it is really dwarfed by the Empire. This level of looting cannot even suppress the growth of the human population. Naturally, the Ministry of Military Affairs will not care too much about these aliens.

Being able to distinguish the Dark Eldar already makes one a senior scholar in alien research, not to mention the current political ecology and military reserves of Comoros and the Dark Eldar. Apart from these sharks behind him, there are really few people who can come out alive after entering that damn place of Comoros.

Of course, Romulus couldn't just say that he had gained clairvoyance through his demon host. If he wanted to avoid trouble within the Empire, he should try not to have anything to do with anything in the Warp other than the Emperor.

"Once, a Salamander Assault Cruiser was kidnapped and taken to Comoros. This led to an expedition by several chapter fleets, including the Salamanders, who successfully evacuated after destroying nearly half of the buildings."

This was the first and last direct conflict between the Empire and the Dark Eldar during the Great Crusade of 30k, which directly changed the political landscape of Comoros.

Romulus said that this matter concerned Vulkan Vulkan, the Primarch of the Salamanders. Even if the Archsage had cleared his memory, he should have some impression of it. If not, then he would have to spend some time talking to the Archsage in detail about the characteristics of the Dark Eldar.

This ambiguous response made Marshal Orlando, who was listening, even more confused. When had the Salamanders been kidnapped and taken to Comoros? Which warbands had driven their fleets to Comoros and escaped unscathed?
Why is it that the Black Templars' expeditionary fleet, spread across the galaxy, doesn't know about this?

And won’t the Black Templars be included in such a large expedition?

"you've been to?"

"They can handle it."

Romulus answered the question irrelevantly and pointed at the Imperial Fists behind him who were silent as machines. After all, it was they who would help the Great Shark arrest Black Bean Tooth.

"This psyker?"

"The very existence of psykers weakens reality's connection to the Warp, affecting the Dark Eldar much like the Untouchables do to psykers."

Ramses began to explain.

Great Sage Kaul nodded in understanding, then carefully examined this group of Death Watch, whose numbers and equipment were somewhat beyond common sense.

The Terminator armor is of high-quality craftsmanship and although beautifully decorated, it does not contain any religious elements.

The Imperial Fists wore lighter Raven-pattern power armor and wielded less destructive laser flintlocks, but Cawl knew that these weapons were renowned for their accuracy.

They are scouts, relying on their experience to locate enemies in the darkness and point the way for their comrades.

The price of a mistake is the death of a comrade.

If they could rely on experience to track the movements of the Dark Eldar, then it would be impossible to train such a force in this era when humans no longer have large-scale conflicts with the Dark Eldar.

And
Kohl's eyes lit up, and countless data streams rushed through his huge body. He integrated and calculated the information to verify its authenticity, and even the air around him became a little hotter.

correct.

Is it a coincidence?

No.

in this way--

There is only one answer.

After a short silence.

There were several muffled sounds coming from the sound array system, and visible steam was ejected. The metal like a giant beast shook, bringing with it the sound of clinking metals colliding with each other.

"I accept your proposal." Caul laughed. Only Orlando didn't know what he was laughing at. He turned around to glance at the priest who was staring at the black sword, and then looked at Inquisitor Aglaia who was holding a parchment with shining eyes and writing something. It seemed as if he was the only one who didn't understand the situation.

Click——

Cables scraped against the deck, sending up sparks.

The great sage moved aside.

A servoskull joined the team. He raised his right hand, which was his human right hand, and pointed to the mechanical elevator leading to the rear area of the Ark.

"You only have five minutes."
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"Why the Imperial Fists?"

As the elevator rose, Ramses couldn't help but ask in surprise.

The Black Templars were now all trapped in a state of having a galaxy in their heads, and had no idea what was going on.

Of course, no one considered bringing this group of people along. They were not very familiar with each other, and there might be barriers in giving them orders.

"Because I only have the Imperial Fists, their genetic characteristics are more suitable for combat in this situation, and they are easier to operate."

Romulus replied.

In fact, the Raven Guard is the most suitable, but there is no time to change, and he did not intend to focus on this thankless high-speed combat mode from the beginning. Now he can only pick the taller ones among the short ones with basic stats more suitable for breakthroughs.

After all, there is a limit to the number of soldiers under your control, and the best you can do is to conduct a joint advance with the Cadia Armored Corps.

"Ah."

When the elevator reached the top, Ramses carried the coffin forward to indicate that there was no problem.

The Blood Angels are not to be counted on, and the Ultramarines have been trained to be heavy infantry. The five-dimensional data are all biased in this direction, and it will take time to adjust the values back.

The Imperial Fists are indeed suitable. After all, before Dorn's return, they were best at naval battles and boarding. Just look at the naval masters Pollax and The Executioner.

These people have inherent strengths in their genes and don't need to be shaped like the Extreme Warriors.

Then he said to Tiberus:

"The 130 Man-Eating Sharks will randomly form groups around our people. Each group should not exceed five people. I will cast a psychic blessing on you, and then I will use magic to suppress the entire Dark Eldar activity area."

"Does it have to be exactly one hundred and thirty people?"

Tiberus confirmed.

"Yes."

Ramses looked at the shark seriously. If the man-eating shark did not believe in the state religion, he would have asked Arabella to send thirteen nuns to give everyone a group of pre-war prayers.

Of course, what is important is not the so-called number, but the emperor.

It's just that this number is related to the Emperor to a certain extent at the Warp level, so Ramses likes to use this number.

boo——

A faint wave rose in the warp space and surged towards the golden sun.

Ramses made a psychic call.

Well, the Emperor is still peeking at the screen, no problem.

The time traveler is not so obsessed with mysophobia and is a real pragmatist. After all, praying to the Emperor in 40k is really useful and can increase the success rate of the team's combat, so let's pray.

Objectively existing things are not feudal superstitions.

(End of this chapter)