This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 556 [Historians record events truthfully, without altering a single word]

Boom!
The clear sound of armor striking metal echoed throughout the arena.

Those watching, including Forgrim, were momentarily stunned.

Their perspective inevitably began to ignore the fleeting red and black shadows in the center of the battlefield, shifting their gaze to Guilliman, who was now welded to the wall at the edge of the arena, leaving a deep mark.

Just moments before, the Lord of Altera was so confident, strategizing and commanding, occupying the core of the team, unconsciously manipulating those who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him with every step.

At this moment, the Lord of Alteramar was so bewildered and at a loss that he left the area of ​​battle, as if he had not yet realized what had happened.

"Hahahahaha-"

Everyone, keep your mouths turned down!
You can't laugh.

Absolutely, do not laugh!

If he were to laugh, Astartes' career would likely be truly over.

Aside from the Space Wolf, who had completely given up and was laughing hysterically on the ground while shouting "Ruth and the Father above," everyone else's expressions fell into a strange, unprecedented solemnity.

They had to forcibly shift their gaze from that majestic blue body to the arena, which, in their original Astartes vision, also displayed a series of intersecting and flashing afterimages.

Clang!
It wasn't until Forgrim's combat instincts compelled him to dodge a sword strike that was practically a teleportation attack that he managed to parry the blow with an exaggerated yet elegant movement, driven by his unwavering focus on the battlefield.

bump!
Karna, who was close behind, shoved aside the approaching Arthur and shouted a warning.

"Focus".

Then Forgrim remembered that he had another test concerning his freedom, and immediately joined the siege of Arthur.

The instant he had just withdrawn all his focus, the black sword, its blade still wreathed in crimson flames, struck the arm guard that Vogrim had placed against his face with deadly sharpness.

This made him break out in a cold sweat.

Fogrem has fought Arthur quite a few times.

Precise, deadly, and always with an exaggerated speed.

This speed is not the inherent swiftness of Fugrim, nor the ever-increasing acceleration of the Khan, but rather an extreme frequency change, a rhythm that fluctuates like a roller coaster.

Arthur is like a musician playing a stringed instrument, constantly plucking and probing, and then, just when you show signs of getting used to it, he abruptly changes the rhythm and breaks it down.

And then there's that pressure that feels like a prison, always leaving you feeling powerless.

This is an experience that Forgrim has accumulated through long-term battles.

But now we need to add one more sentence.

Retreating to create distance and relying on his companions to deflect attacks, Forgrim immediately abandoned the attempt to distance himself and quickly closed in on Karna, who was the core of his team's fighting force.

Arthur is quite adept at creating favorable one-on-one situations for himself.

In other words, he is basically able to maximize his advantages.

Incidentally, facing an attack devoid of martial ethics, Arthur did not choose a conventional one-handed longsword this time, but rather the sword and shield he most often used when he first came into the Empire's view.

This ensures that he can maintain his aggressiveness, while giving him more room for error when surrounded and under pressure to find new opportunities to stretch the formation and create one-on-one situations.

This tolerance for mistakes was directly reflected in Ramses and Forgrim, who had to withstand pressure after leaving Karna's protection.

clang!
As expected, the oppressive blade once again swept across the battlefield. Knowing that someone could help break the deadlock, Fogrem focused more on defense.

This also prevents Arthur from defeating him in a short time using the current stats.

As Karna closed in again, Forgrim seized the opportunity to shift his focus and, unlike Ramses, didn't slack off. He immediately put pressure on Arthur, who had been moved to the front again.

But that style immediately shifted to a defensive focus, and the thick, sturdy shield in hand made it impossible to even think about a quick victory.

How can a person be both radical and steady?
After a few brief interactions, Fugrim felt that it was no different from when he fought Arthur one-on-one before.

At most, if you mess up the rhythm by slashing a couple of times, someone will come to your rescue. You can't relax; you have to keep up with the pressure. Otherwise, you'll be under pressure from Arthur again soon after you catch your breath.

Ramses on the other side was just coasting along, but if the rhythm became chaotic and it was difficult to control at a crucial moment, he could act as a meat shield to take a few hits.

What surprised Fogrem was that his opponent was able to keep up with the pace in a short time.

He and Arthur would practice together on weekdays.

Ramses sensed Vograim's inner turmoil and thought to himself, no wonder the Khan had also criticized Vograim for being very inattentive in battle, or rather, in battles that he defined as non-threatening.

Three against one should theoretically be an overwhelming situation, but due to poor teamwork and Arthur's exceptional one-on-one ability, the situation has fallen into a strange stalemate.

It gives me the feeling of a god leading three maggots.

Fugrim suddenly realized that he might actually be a bit incompetent.

"Forgrim, press him down."

Just as Forgrim was trying to improve his coordination with his companions in hopes of turning the tide, Guilliman's voice rang in his ears.

At the same time, a dynamic trajectory was also observed, projected precisely onto his retina from the interface of his neck armor.

With the introduction of AI, Dawnwing's servo system is now extremely advanced. After a short period of adaptation to the operating habits of the players, it can become an excellent auxiliary device to assist Primarchs in combat and office work.

However, apart from Romulus and Guilliman, when people are truly focused on something, they don't like to use things that might distract them.

Foghrim watched the projection analysis on his retina, which showed Arthur's changes prior to the present moment, and the attack trajectory that Guilliman had demanded of him.

What appears relatively still to the outside world is, for the Primarch, enough time to pass in a state of hesitation.

On the one hand, his memory and experience told him that this seemed to be the optimal solution, and doing so would further accumulate the advantage.

This was Guilliman's suggestion.

Guilliman offered Forgrim advice on how to fight.

It's not that I don't believe in Guilliman.

But—

Look at the marks on the wall.

Isn't that very convincing?

"Believe me."

Guilliman said via radio that he sincerely hoped his brothers would listen to him.

No one dared to speak loudly.

He knew he had been elbowed out of the game by Arthur right from the start, so his advice now seemed rather ridiculous.

Although he was eliminated by elbowing, after reviewing the game and looking at it now, he truly understood and analyzed it, and was able to deal with it.

He just couldn't handle it; if the brothers followed his instructions, they really could.

At the same time, a series of attack routes that could almost be simulated for Arthur's next move, as well as countermeasure suggestions that combined the three's existing data, were transmitted to the three's perception through the server system.

Fugrim hesitated.

"."

Karna remained silent, emptying his mind, and urged his body to carry out Guilliman's commands.

After hesitating for a moment, Fogrem made up his mind and decided to follow.

I'll listen to it; the situation is deadlocked right now, and we need a way to break the deadlock.

And if we lose, we lose. We've already called in one person, so there's no chance of it happening again. We can just call in more people later.

Anyway, it's not a life-or-death battle, just a friendly sparring match, and they've been fighting for over ten years.

If we replace Guilliman with Lion King in the next round, we'll definitely win.

Kirimanton, focused on real-time analysis and opinion projection, felt a surge of malice, and his resentment towards the rune priest who was still laughing heartily deepened.

With a determined heart, Fogrem abandoned the stereotypes that kept popping into his mind and began to adjust the formation according to Guilliman's instructions to counter Arthur's attack rhythm.

Those preconceived notions about Arthur's attacks being unsolvable and his rhythm unbreakable receded like a tide. He ground his feet hard and, following Guilliman's instructions, instantly adjusted his stride, his shoulders and back taut like a bow ready to be drawn, forming a tacit pincer movement with Karna to his side. His sword blade pointed diagonally at the ground, accurately predicting Arthur's attack trajectory.

He could even feel the air currents stirred up by Arthur's sword strike, rushing towards him with a chilling sharpness. The voices in his mind telling him not to trust Guilliman began to dissipate, and every muscle instinctively agreed with this approach, forcefully suppressing the tremor in his heart.

clang!
Another sharp collision sound.

They stopped them?
When Forgrim swung his sword again and found that he had successfully trapped Arthur in the gap between himself and Karna, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Karna's attack also landed simultaneously. The two figures, like precisely meshing gears, kept Arthur firmly trapped in the gap between them as they rolled.

At this moment, no matter whether the Knight Lord breaks through to the left or changes direction to the right, he will be intercepted in advance by the pressure of the two. Even if he can break through briefly, there is still Ramses, who is one level below him, to supplement him. He will not have any room to maneuver.

No, Guilliman, you're so strong, how did you get taken down in just three hits?

Fugrim's face immediately showed surprise, his eyebrows twitched uncontrollably, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and astonishment.

He had only intended to try out Guilliman's strategy, never expecting to be able to withstand Arthur's fierce attack so precisely. In the past, when faced with such overwhelming offensives, he was either forced to withstand them head-on or dodged them in a sorry state. He had never had such a sense of control.

"continue."

Guilliman coughed lightly, smiled, and continued uploading his deployment, showing no intention of doing so.

So embarrassing.

Fogrim didn't dwell on these trivial matters and carried them out swiftly.

At this stage, the outcome of Arthur's one-on-one battle against the three opponents was hardly in doubt.

With proper guidance, they overcame the awkward adjustment period, and the three Primarchs were naturally able to overpower Arthur, who, under normal circumstances, was not considered a super-powerful character.

Of course, if one were to ignite the fire directly and the other to activate the Star God Fragment, then this ship would be no match for even the Blackrock Fortress, let alone the Glory Queen.

The scene before my eyes, and the earth-shattering battle, would make anyone who saw it feel that times have changed.

"I lost."

The moment the purple, red, gold, and black figures came to a standstill, everyone saw that Fogrim's blade had stopped at Arthur's heart.

Around the Lord of Knights was a net formed by Karna and Ramses.

They restricted Arthur's movements, forcing him to endure Forgrim's attacks.

"well-done."

Arthur lowered his finger to look at the blade at Forgrim's neck, and patted Forgrim on the shoulder amidst the tense gazes of the Emperor's sons.

He then picked up the shield that had fallen to the ground and put it back in its place.

"."

Forgrim stood there, stunned, feeling a sense of absurdity that everything had gone so smoothly.

Something's not right. Winning is expected, and receiving rewards is also expected. But something's not right about what's expected!

Karna waved to Forgrim, then retracted his body and returned to Romulus's side.

Arthur.

Fugrim immediately put his weapon away and asked, somewhat incredulously.

"I've passed?"

He slacked off the whole time, relied on Karna to bear the pressure, relied on Guilliman to give the command, and only did some minor tasks to grab a kill. Then the test that he had endured for almost ten years before was over?

"correct."

Arthur smiled faintly and replied, "You win."

"Am I finally able to leave this ship, no longer as an apprentice, but as a leader, to once again lead the Son of Heaven?"

"Correct."

Arthur nodded.

"Can I now go and exercise the privileges assigned to me and expand my army?"

"Correct."

Arthur nodded again.

"what?"

A genuine look of surprise appeared on Forgrim's equally handsome face.

"That simple?"

He couldn't help but ask himself.

"It's that simple."

Arthur expressed his heartfelt agreement.

Four against one, four Primarch-level fighters, not some pushovers.

If they can trust and cooperate with each other, it would be strange if they couldn't win, right?
"what?"

So it really is that easy when someone helps you?

If you encounter a problem you can't handle, don't stubbornly resist; just call for backup. Calling for backup will make things much easier.

Fogrem fell into deep thought.

People naturally prefer to simplify complex matters. If they can achieve their goals in a simpler, easier, and less risky way, everyone would choose that approach.

Suddenly, I felt that his stubborn persistence over the past ten years or so seemed rather funny.

"Hey, thirteenth brother."

Seeing that Forgrim had begun to comprehend the Dao, Ramses came to Guilliman's side and nudged him.

Why are you just watching?

Guilliman's face darkened.

His commands were only audible to his brothers, because he spoke in a low voice.

Speak up, you're already out of the game, it's embarrassing.

If you remain silent, even though you've already collected all the data, identified the problem, and are able to propose a better solution, you'll feel uncomfortable keeping quiet.

Fortunately, his brothers eventually listened to him, and he did feel somewhat involved.

"."

Guilliman instinctively wanted to speak up, to try and salvage the situation.

At least for now, he can definitely hold out against Arthur for a long time.

If you don't believe me, you can try again.

"I understand, I understand."

Ramses chuckled and, before Guilliman could speak, kindly offered to cover for him.

"Before the fight, I was full of ambition and confidence. After the fight, I was worried and embarrassed because I was not in good condition."

To be honest, Guilliman is quite talented in fighting.

Forget about practicing later, if we let him fight Arthur again now, and Arthur doesn't try any new tricks, they can definitely go toe-to-toe. If they fight a few more times, as long as it's not purely a hardware issue, Guilliman will definitely be able to handle it with ease, just like how he can control them to attack Arthur more efficiently simply by observing them.

So the question is, with Guilliman's formidable battlefield analysis skills, why couldn't he gradually adapt and turn the tide in his confrontation with the Primarch?

Because Guilliman's health bar, which had been slashed down by Forgrim, really didn't support him doing this.

Unfortunately, Guilliman doesn't adapt his style to the situation like Arthur does; his fighting style has always been reckless.

Even Guilliman, whose standard weapon was a heavy shield, had to adapt his weapon into a power fist to complement the short sword, making it extremely offensive.

Then came the awkward moment.

Guilliman's setup is fine for beating weaker teams, but when it comes to defending, this approach becomes a pure disaster.

They couldn't win by attacking, and they couldn't withstand the onslaught.

Guilliman's face darkened further.

"Thank you for your command, Guilliman."

While still meditating, Fugrim quickly played the bad cop and continued to indulge in his enlightenment.

"Well commanded."

Arthur also stepped forward.

"Fighting you is definitely not something that can be delayed."

Guilliman was at a loss for words.

So the brothers all understand.

Faced with Ramses's grinning expression, Guilliman suppressed the urge to refute, feeling utterly humiliated.

Having understood what everyone meant, and knowing that the other side knew Guilliman had played flawlessly and was simply bad, and considering that he had been eliminated first in a four-on-one situation in broad daylight, Guilliman's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Knowing that his words would only make things worse, he turned his head and looked around.

Out of courtesy, the Astartes who met the gaze of the Lord of Alteramar immediately bowed and then looked away to prevent the smiles in their hearts from showing.

They became increasingly embarrassed under Guilliman's scrutiny. They were surrounded by their colleagues with whom they spent every day, and in front of them stood the majestic Primarch. No matter what, it was a sign of disrespect towards the Primarch.

My gaze wandered, but eventually I had to focus on Nigal Windcaller, who was still rolling on the ground.

Guilliman looked over as well.

Even the space wolf stopped laughing.

Having finally overcome his instincts and found his place under Guilliman's death stare, Nigel the Windcaller finally broke free from his unique laughter.

Realizing what had happened, he met Guilliman's kind gaze, got up from the ground, and stood there pale-faced.

Guilliman's eye twitched.

To be honest, he wasn't really angry.

It's true that he didn't play well, and it's also true that he could play better in another game. His teammates agree with that, so there's no need for him to compete with an Astartes.

But I'm really annoyed!

Guilliman couldn't accept the thought of being eliminated by Arthur in three moves in broad daylight.

Especially since so many people have known and witnessed it!

However, given Guilliman's moral standards and current abilities, it would be fine to make minor job adjustments to allow them to better utilize their talents, but it's definitely impossible to physically silence someone for such a reason.

That's why he can already imagine the rumors that will spread throughout the Legion in the next few years.

Shashasha~
In the still silence, the scratching sound of the pen tip scraping against the paper was so clear.

As the wolf's laughter, which lingered for days, faded away, the sound of words being written entered everyone's ears.

With Guilliman remaining silent, everyone's gaze shifted again.

They saw the voice coming from the High Inquisitor, who enjoyed infinite honor and had never missed an event since the Primarch entered the real universe.

Aglaia is documenting all of this.

As a historian dedicated to justice, and now freed from the constraints of returning to the dynasty to handle affairs, she naturally picked up the banner that had been put down for quite some time.

This made the judge cherish this hard-won time immensely.

Official histories must be written, personal biographies must be written, and daily records of the emperor's activities must also be written.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people,

[m41 838 Autumn September]

The Seraphim, Lord of Knights, Lord of Radiance, Lord of Phoenix, and Lord of Alteramar agreed to a duel to fulfill the duties of the Lord of Phoenix.

Guilliman's gaze followed the sliding pen tip downwards, watching the content gradually emerge.

[Guilliman, the lord of Altramah, clashed with the lord of the knights for the first time. Before three rounds were even over, he broke free of his formation, flew several feet, and crashed into a wall, leaving a mark more than three inches long. The other kings fought for a long time, and only by relying on the lord of Altramah's strategy could the battle be broken.]

Guilliman's eyes widened.

Tick-tock~
Nigal's sweat dripped to the ground.

hiss~
The Astartes around them took a deep breath, and the temperature in the entire hall immediately dropped a few degrees.

There are also experts.

You really dare to write that!

Not a single word changed?
The Space Wolf, already drenched in sweat, saw that the Lord of Alteramar had finally managed to divert his attention and, with his own extraordinary vision, had also managed to glimpse the contents of the matter. He couldn't help but feel boundless respect for him.

The judge silently put it away and looked fearlessly at the cowardly Space Wolf.

Not a single word was changed.

Do not! ! !
(End of this chapter)