This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 4 Only Victory!

After seeing the angel figure, the morale of the soldiers of the 43rd Regiment was greatly boosted.

But in Arthur's perception, these dutiful soldiers were not in very good condition judging from their appearance.

After all, he is not blind. Although he himself did not feel any adverse reactions from being affected by the subspace, he could still perceive the extremely intense surreal phenomena here.

Because the outer armor of the strike cruiser was breached by the greenskins' iron lumps, today's warships are more than just those grotesque and terrifying creations in the corridors.

The subspace erosion that exists inside the battleship at all times constantly affects the surrounding environment, including the creatures in it.

Even though the Geller force field was still in operation, these warriors who were affected by the huge amount of subspace power could not help but experience mental confusion, involuntary convulsions and other discomforts.

In more serious cases, there were even obvious mutations on the surface of the skin. The armor of the wounded soldiers in the rear was stuck to their flesh and blood. Even the medics didn't know how to start, and ultimately had to resort to violent cutting. The horrible appearance under the armor made even Arthur feel heartbroken.

Apart from the rough outline of a human figure, it is almost impossible to tell that these warriors are still human.

The worst thing is that in the areas where the wounded soldiers underwent surgery, their shed body tissues did not lose their activity, but instead fused with the inorganic matter they came into contact with, looking like sarcomas growing on the surface of the skin.

Arthur watched expressionlessly until the medic finished treating the wounded, then he very hardcorely picked up the flamethrower and fought with these tumors.

After making sure that the medical soldier had burned the mutated tissues to ashes, he put away the incendiary gun that was ready to fire at any time and turned his head to look at the huge gap in the overpass.

If the greenskin warships had crashed any deeper, the steel beneath their feet would probably have become alive.

He could still hear the cries of the Imperial troops and the enemy, and even the whistling of the lumberjacks could not drown out the battle cries of the loyal soldiers of the Empire, but it seemed to be somewhat avoiding fear.

Just a brief contact can cause such alienation to the physical body. It is hard to imagine what consequences this force would cause if it acted on the mind.

Having personally experienced the unique cruelty of Warhammer 40k, he couldn't help but feel even more wary of the Warp, and at the same time, he had more respect for the Astra Militarum who were able to persist in fighting in such an environment.

I just hope these soldiers can adjust their condition as soon as possible. After all, they will need to exert their strength to maintain the results of the next operation.

As Arthur thought silently, the two of them came to the temporary command post inside the defense line.

Before entering the house, I heard a female voice.

"You mean, without confirming the enemy's specific troop strength, equipment composition, and combat deployment, we need to lead the troops to complete the breakthrough of the Geller Field Generator after we lose contact with the Death Watch combat team?"

The voice was full of doubt, but it was not out of fear of fighting, but out of consideration for the current situation.

"We should wait for the Ultramarines' return. Under their leadership, we should gather the remaining mobile forces of the entire regiment to launch an assault and hold various nodes to establish a defense line that leads directly to the Geller position and can support each other through each node."

"That's right. And what we're sending out isn't an entire legion, but rather a small team led by me, consisting of elite soldiers selected from various units. Those undiscovered pieces of information are exactly what we need to do. This is a sacrifice for the Emperor, and returning to the Golden Throne is also glorious."

Faced with doubts, the political commissar was explaining patiently.

In this place filled with the evil influence of the Warp, any extreme emotions that may arise can easily be provoked by evil things. Only calmness and firm belief in the great Emperor can survive forever.

Of course, there are political commissars who are strong and cruel and threaten to shoot at any time, but such people usually don't live long in such an environment.

"But without you, how can we maintain the morale of the entire regiment?"

The elder sister showed worry on her face. She had fought on the edge of the defense line before and naturally knew the tragic situation there.

These battle-hardened warriors will not be afraid of simply confronting heretics and aliens. Even if bayonets are pressed against their necks and burning flames are about to engulf them, these brave warriors will not hesitate to swing their engineering shovels at the enemy.

But fighting in the warp, the physical mutations and the whispers that linger in the ears all the time are the biggest challenges to the morale of the army, which is not something that mortals should endure.

"Look around us. The evil power of the Warp is constantly gnawing at you and me. Time is not on our side. Even if we fall, we should fall on the road to charging towards the enemies of the Emperor."

The political commissar spoke seriously, his face mostly covered by machinery, showing no expression at all, only his eyes still showed determination. They had very little time left, and even if they found a passage and the main force reached the Geller Field Generator, their chances of winning were only one in a million.

But it was obvious that this was the best strategy he could think of to break the deadlock.

Letting soldiers go to areas with a lack of information to engage in street fighting with the enemy is extremely irresponsible to the lives of the soldiers, but war always forces them to make decisions that they have to make.

"As for the defense of the elevator entrance, I believe Colonel Kovek himself can perform this duty well."

"But."

"Wow~"

Arthur and Romulus entered the combat command room before the messenger arrived, breaking the escalating stalemate there.

Under the influence of the subspace, any communication equipment at this time has long become a state where it can only transmit a series of blasphemous and evil sounds, which directly leads to the legion's command having to rely on the inefficient method of physical transmission by the messenger.

The Astra Militarum does not reject the use of information equipment. Even in conventional combat, their level of informationization is sufficient to achieve joint air-ground advancement with other Imperial forces.

However, now that the ship's sound arrays have been scrapped and the communication equipment has been invaded by obsolete codes, such an inefficient method is really a last resort in the face of the cruel reality.

Arthur's eyes swept over everyone present, marveling at the completeness of the command structure, and finally fell on the silver-armored nun who had just argued with the political commissar.

The emblem on the nun's chest is a blooming sacred rose.

Oh, he's from the Order of the Holy Rose, no wonder he's so rational.

The Order of the Holy Rose emphasizes discipline and restraint of one's desires.

Even the rage that has always been emphasized by the Sisters of Battle is calmly and restrainedly directed at the enemies of the Emperor by wielding bombs and flames. Among the various sisterhoods spread across the world, they are considered to be very easy to communicate with.

"grown ups."

Noticing the Emperor's Angel's gaze, the Sister-in-Law showed a look of shame.

Admittedly, she had good reasons to admonish the political commissar, but for the Empire, no reason was an excuse to avoid war, and sacrifice should never be feared.

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Arthur shook his head slightly to indicate that it was okay and tried to remain silent.

His command of Low Gothic was not yet perfect.

Of course, Arthur had no ill feelings towards the nuns' caution. After all, these church forces that often dealt with the Inquisition knew more about the warp than the political commissars from Zhongsi Academy.

Arthur also witnessed the tragic situation on the battlefield. In this environment, there are not only threats from cultists and aliens, but also the flesh and blood in the corridor, sharp protrusions, and even the battleship itself can become weapons to kill you.

If you rashly lead a mortal team to open up a new route, you won't survive long at all, and you won't be able to last until the Geller Standpoint Generator is opened.

"grown ups."

Colonel Kovek, who had been conducting battle command and had not intervened in the argument, saluted, his iconic purple eyes revealing his origin.

"The 43rd Cadian Regiment, the 'Broken Sword', salutes you!" Arthur and Romulus responded by beating their chests.

Neither of them had any angelic airs. After all, a few hours ago, they were just ordinary humans in the M3 era.

Their arrival naturally resolved the differences in the command room.

All the above arguments are based on the assumption that the angel has not yet arrived. Now that the angel has arrived, it means that all their previous assumptions will be overturned.

There was no need to worry about the morale issue that everyone had been worried about. Just Astartes standing there was much more useful than the political commissar standing on the battlefield and roaring thousands of times.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the two angels. It was the look of a group of beings who felt powerless about the current situation and had found their backbone. It was as if in their eyes, the Astartes would definitely be able to lead them to victory for the Emperor.

This is the weight of the Astartes in the hearts of the people of the Empire.

Arthur and Romulus beside him looked at each other and both felt the pressure in each other's eyes.

Completely different from their past lives, now when they face a crisis, they are the ones who are the most powerful and need to stand tall and upright.

"I'm sorry, my lord."

The commissar apologized to the angel.

"Thanks to the Emperor's guidance, I have not made the wrong decision yet."

Arthur silently gave up his position. He still had only a vague understanding of the current situation. It was obvious that Romulus was more suitable to deal with these warriors.

"No need to apologize, Your Excellency, Commissar. I spent too much time searching for my comrades, and I wasted your preparations to slay the enemies of the Emperor."

Romulus nodded gently. His voice was solemn and serious, which calmed the originally nervous crowd a little.

Then he reached out his hand, smoothing out the wrinkles on the map with his metal-clad fingers, waiting for the gaze from behind him to scan the carefully planned route map, and the projection inside the helmet revealed routes one after another.

"Ok?"

The technical priest accompanying the team looked at the projection equipment covered by the map, his eyes behind the goggles showing surprise.

Among them, the machine soul infected by the waste code seemed to show signs of recovery.

The tactical plan discussed by everyone in the command center entered their minds, and the optimal structure was quickly completed. The image projected inside the helmet instantly converged into the best route.

"Colonel Kovek, is the auspex in the command post still operational?"

Romulus stood up after a pause of only three seconds in the eyes of mortals.

The colonel reversed his grip on the chainsword and picked up the auspicious instrument hanging at his waist.

“It works.”

He gave an affirmative answer.

"It means the Emperor is watching us."

After withdrawing his gaze from the auspicious instrument that was transmitting information, Romulus did not miss this opportunity to boost morale and spoke to everyone present.

"The Space Marines will act as the vanguard, conducting high-speed assaults to draw enemies from the surrounding areas towards our position. The Battle Sisters and Astra Militarum fire teams will be responsible for clearing and building defense nodes."

After finishing his brief account, Romulus looked around at everyone.

"Now, please follow us and move forward. My comrades and I will be at the forefront and pave a path to victory for you."

There was no lengthy pre-war mobilization. Although he had just entered the real battlefield, Romulus, who had deeply experienced the spirit of war in his past education, knew that action was the best example.

After confirming the mission target, this gorgeous warrior wearing a golden laurel crown stood up first and picked up his heavy grenade launcher from the side.

Click——

The bomb is loaded.

"For the Emperor!"

Standing among the crowd, the political commissar solemnly uttered the slogan that was on the lips of the people of the empire at that moment.

"For the Emperor!"

The mobile forces responsible for the attack had already completed the assembly before the general attack. They gripped their weapons tightly and answered angrily with full anger towards the enemy.

They have sworn to the Emperor that today they will kill all these heretics who dare to blaspheme the glory of mankind.

unsuccessful?
Arthur glanced at the soldiers who were full of fighting spirit.

The soldiers were not in good shape. The horrific intensity of the war meant that these soldiers, who were preserved as assault forces, were inevitably stained with blood. The gaps between their armor were full of dirt, and the dark lining was stained with blood.

But he could clearly feel that these soldiers were different from those he saw when he first entered the camp. It was as if in this short period of time, the heavy pressure surrounding them had disappeared.

In the dim light, only their sharp eyes and the sky eagle on their chest armor still shone brightly.

The confusion is gone, only the courage remains.

Faced with this scene, even Arthur, who was seeing it for the first time, couldn't help but marvel.

Then he turned around and walked into the previously blocked intersection first, walking forward along the corridor that used to be covered with exquisite patterns and various sculptures and portraits, but now only had blasphemous heretical symbols and various collections of flesh and blood left.

Lehman's ears and the radio inside his helmet picked up the tiny sounds in the passage. The sounds were rapid and chaotic, and along with the chaotic footsteps, they outlined clear outlines for him one after another in the darkness.

scoff!

The blade chopped and the body fell to the ground.

It was a stone statue infested by a demon, its interior filled with crushed flesh and blood.

There was a rustling sound behind him, and the enemies, attracted by the sudden movement, were already swarming over.

Arthur ignored it.

Lasers and explosive bombs shot out from behind, and the swarming twisted heretics were eliminated by mortals at the same speed as they pulled the trigger.

Arthur whispered to those special individuals blessed by Chaos and immune to bullets.

"Only victory!"

(End of this chapter)