This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 566 Ahriman: Yes, the phone, yes, answer Magnus—

chaos--

confusion--

Frantic——

The orders were relayed among the garrison, sometimes spoken aloud, sometimes whispered.

All the bizarre and fantastical sights you can witness in the universe are now taking root in the body of the Comoros, influencing the haze in the air, sucking away the dust, changing the color of the remaining sights, turning the thin haze into a foul-smelling miasma, and colliding with the position of order, sparking huge sparks.

At this moment, almost all conventional observation methods are ineffective.

All means of sound pickup and communication, aiming and ranging systems, and three-dimensional terrain mapping programs, including the naked eye, are the most direct means for life to perceive the world.

The city of Comoros is both infinitely wide and extremely narrow.

Its physical form is actually quite small; the gaps in the network here may only be as wide as a small planet. However, through the superb technology of the ancient Eldar, a large area was compressed into a specific area using dimensional technology, thus creating a super-giant structure that may not seem very large, but whose diameter can accommodate several stars for power.

The enemies facing the Dark Eldar are extremely familiar with this place.

The sparks illuminated the area as if it were being decompressed, magnifying it dozens or even thousands of times in place. Under the influence of gravity, the irregular horizon reappeared, followed by an even wider view of the wasteland surrounding the final fortress.

For many of the defenders, ignorance was bliss.

The dimensional anomaly caused numerous device errors, making the space bizarre and surreal.

For any living organism to survive, the first thing it must do is create an area that allows it to live.

The dust and haze obscured the many torments Comoros was currently enduring, and also concealed the plight of the immigrants gathered in this ancient Eldar hub, who followed the way of life of the ancient Eldar empire.

Steam still rose from the skin of Khorne's hound, and from the warp sacs it left behind emerged many inferior Bloodseekers, riding on bronze rhinoceroses forged in the forges of the Warlord's domain.

Slaanesh's servants stretched out three pairs of limbs, feeling the tendons stretch and throb. Their senses were extremely acute and chaotic as they indiscriminately slaughtered all living things in their sight, seemingly uninterested in defending the city.

"Victor," the Lord of the Underworld shouted again, rebuking his officials. His voice became as deep and brute as a beast's, and he seemed to be more composed than he appeared.

In the distance, there were also marching green skeletons, behind them were the supreme divine power of the real universe, whose consciousness had been erased by a greater force. Facing countless demonic armies that could blot out the sky, they slowly advanced amidst the waning resistance of the scattered Dark Elf race.

All sentient beings fought and bled on the ever-rising, expanding, and crumbling earth.

The metal-bodied deity was resisting the supreme divine power attacking from all directions, its eyes devoid of any consciousness. It was the shattered deity known in the real universe as Katan.

What a hunting ground!

Warp entities, Dark Eldar, Necromancers, Fragments of the Celestials
The legendary battle of heaven, which took place tens of millions of years ago, is reenacted here.

As Ahriman propped his head up, forcing himself to lift it, and as his arms braced against the wall, and stray psionic lightning casually annihilated several dark elves who tried to take advantage of the chaos, the shriek that echoed in his mind went unanswered.

Nobody cared.

Khorne was indifferent; the Blood God only craved war.

Slaanesh didn't care; the rancher was only concerned with his own property.

Victor didn't care. He cursed Ahriman for providing false information while dealing with the Necromancers who were skillfully slaughtering Eldar and fighting with the ranchers for meat.

Even Magnus was focused on his own revenge and couldn't be bothered with the troubles of the world anymore.

All they need is an opportunity.

Once the fuse is lit, the Milky Way, this meat grinder that has been set in motion, will not stop its operation.

They wouldn't care whether what was spinning in the winch was sparking steel or increasingly viscous flesh and blood.

Of course, Ahriman didn't care about any of that.

He didn't care about the thousand sons who followed Magnus and were prepared to die for him again, nor did he care about Magnus himself.

He only cares whether the red numbers can be reversed and whether Magnus can keep his promise.

But now it's not about fighting, blaming each other, or analyzing who did something wrong.

The key question now is whether Magnus can survive this wave.

Before the appearance of the Space Necromancer, who could have known that Dawnwing wanted everything?
Compared to the others, Ahriman knew that Magnus's plan had long been leaked to the Dawnwing by the Eldar in those parks. Was it really that hard to guess the whereabouts of those 130,000 Space Wolves and the Primarchs who had never shown themselves?
Will it win?
I'll die.

In an instant, Ahriman put his hands to his head and thought of the past.

Peturabo thought of his wishful thinking, risking the lives of all the Iron Warriors to try and communicate with his brothers, only to be killed because the other side didn't tolerate him at all.

He imagined gambling with the lives of all the Death Guards, honoring Nurgle's will, and awkwardly wanting to take revenge on his glamorous brothers and father. In the end, he was betrayed by Nurgle and rewarded with the eternal, lonely death of Mortarion.

Then look at the Dawnwing's attitude towards them, and the stark difference in how they treat loyal Primarchs and Astartes.

Magnus is surely going to die!
Dawn, War Council, Comoros Operations Staff, Space Necromancer Command Seat.

Where is the Comoros' regular army?

Noticing the unstoppable advance of the Necromancers, and realizing that the Dark Eldar couldn't even use the structures left by their ancestors, the Unnamed Zarasuza, one of the few Necromancers who was passionate about combat, couldn't help but shout after witnessing yet another squad crush a number of demons, Dark Eldar, and other strange and mysterious races.

"Let's have some interesting opponents."

'If you don't conduct drills beforehand, you'll be the one crawling on the ground by the Chaos army—no, if it weren't for the data provided by humans, you'd probably already be crawling on the ground by the Tyranid swarm.'

Zarasuza, who was still looking unsatisfied and wished he could go to the battlefield himself, recalled how the enemy couldn't even activate their own stellar weapons when they woke up and were almost wiped out by the Tyranid swarm that had leaked out of the Galactic Heart. Chris Peck muttered a complaint under his breath.

"Those we just killed were regular soldiers."

He couldn't help but say something, wanting to remind the other person not to get too cocky.

The social ecology of Comoros has long been investigated. Apart from the various extreme cultural features that even human judges call bizarre, it is basically similar to the gangster planet of the Empire. Various gang families maintain a reluctant joint rule through tacit agreements, and numerous yakuza companies are hired to fight each other.

In this kind of social environment, what can you expect from a regular army?

Not to mention the confusion caused by the Eldar spreading false information before the official start of the war, which made their resistance wavering. How many people could the Wings of Dawn possibly find in the Dark Eldar?

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Zarasuza was taken aback.

Around 40000 years into the human calendar, my galaxy was identified as the most severely degraded region in the entire universe.

Tarachin, passing by in a hurry, silently complained about this era of competing to be the worst.

Then he adjusted the living metal on his face, put on a look of being ready to face the sun, and walked towards the area where the Primarch was located, carrying the documents.

"Report: Signs of chaotic activity have been observed in the eastern part of the Extreme Starfield, in the x124, y874, z12 region, covering most of the area including Sosa. Calga is leading a team to handle the situation."

"By order of the Regent—"

"Report: Since the official commencement of Operation Comoros, the level of chaotic activity in the solar region has increased significantly. Terra reports that everything is fine."

"Yes, I'll repeat it again. The Inquisition on Terra has once again discovered a large number of traces of Chaos Cultist activity in the Throne World's radiation zone, covering 24 sectors and more than 1600 worlds. The eight Nexus planets are still in a state of Level 1 war. No additional support is needed at present, and everything is fine."

"Pass."

"Report: The Eye of Fear defenses are experiencing another warp navigation problem. Numerous warp channels have been severed, hindering the transport of military supplies. Requesting access to emergency network channels."

"Pass."

When Tarachin entered the Primarch's office area, he was not greeted by towering Primarchs, but by a surging crowd.

As part of this central system, they exchanged, processed, and transmitted information they possessed, outlining the changes that the entire galaxy had undergone in the previous moment for the Dawn.

After introducing Eldar technology, the Dawn also underwent certain spatial modifications. All office spaces were directly connected to the Primarch's office area and communicated with each other according to the Primarch's will, greatly improving work efficiency and the capacity to accommodate staff.

The scene before us, dense yet orderly, undoubtedly confirms that the chaos that followed the start of the Battle of Comoros was largely expected.

The strategic focus of the Wings of Dawn has been revealed; the gods will not be polite to humanity.

However, since they don't want to touch the Empire's hundreds of thousands of mobile troops, they can only cast a wide net and pick on the weakest targets.

On the Empire's side, although living standards have improved, regional early warning systems have been strengthened, and military strength is relatively abundant, thirty years is neither a long nor a short time.

It is too short for any construction to reach perfection, and too long for many people who grew up in a time of stability to subconsciously forget the horror of chaos.

Therefore, disasters are common occurrences, and losses are also common occurrences.

It is inevitable to suffer losses in the face of disaster, and Dawnwing only hopes to do its best.

"Receive Kadia, yes, receive Lord Kadia, the order to fight—the Lord of Knights."

As Taracin walked through the orderly crowd, he inadvertently discovered that the Milky Way, which had been accustomed to making do in the past, seemed to have truly changed.

As he approached the Primarch with that laughing-crying face, a voice equally excited and on the verge of tears interrupted Tarasin's report.

"Father!"

How can you even call someone "father"?
Tarasin was taken aback, then quickly shook his head to restore his normal expression before staring intently at the person who had spoken.

Which simp is this now?

He looked around and saw, aside from the familiar Space Wolves, a scattered group of Astartes, clad in ancient MK4 power armor, their bodies brimming with psionic energy and tinged with gold and red. Ah, the loyal thousand sons.

That's fine.

Tarasin blinked, not forgetting to hand over the paper documents, and while waiting for feedback, his eyes involuntarily locked onto that slightly messy area.

Along with him, the Grey Knights and Imperial Guards were also looking over.

You could sense the barely contained resentment in their eyes as they looked at these uninvited guests.

What level are you at that, having the same father as me?
Caught in the middle was Ramses, who looked utterly bewildered.

I've also witnessed a good show for Ramses.

After submitting a request to the Dark Angel in charge of the information system to request permission to record, which was approved in seconds, Tarasin picked up the camera.

"Father!"

At that moment, one of the leading Thousand Sons knelt on the ground, grabbing Ramses's hand with one hand, completely ignoring the other's embarrassed expression.

Isacal Orr, a loyalist of the Thousand Sons, and a member of the Birds of Prey school.

Ten thousand years ago, as the manager of the Great Library, he led the members of the school to fight against the 13th Company of Space Wolves who had invaded it. After realizing that the course of the war had become unpredictable, he chose to use magic to activate the local net gate in Prospero, sucking in the 13th Company and its 1,000 surviving Senju. He was then killed by a sneak attack from the 13th Company Commander, Blaviere, using the Ashina Sword Technique.

His soul was unexpectedly resurrected ten thousand years later and possessed Nigal Windcaller.

After learning about the current state of the universe, Isacal Orl was shocked by the emergence of the new Primarch and asked him to take him to meet the Primarch, offering the temptation of helping the Wolf Pack find the Thirteenth Company.

Nigal, who had just arrived in Fenris, naturally did not believe the Thousand Sons Wizard's nonsense. He thought that he was now possessed by a demon and could no longer take over the power of Fenris. He wanted to apply for the Atonement Expedition and go to the front line.

He immediately announced the matter to the wolf pack and then reported it to Ramses.

Then a Grey Knight appeared via teleportation.

The Grey Knight led Thousand Sons away to assist the Wolf Pack in searching for the Thirteenth Company in the Web Path.

During the subsequent loyalty check on Nigal Windcaller, the 'Imperial Regent' personally declared Nigal's purity through psionic projection. It was his unwavering loyalty that attracted the attention of the equally loyal Thousand Sons, which allowed the Wolf Pack to seize the opportunity to reclaim the Thirteenth Company.

Then there is no more.

On the Empire's side, the deception tactic was executed perfectly, leaving the Comoros defenders completely unable to react. The Necromancers gained a significant advantage in the early stages, and the various factions of Chaos also began their own actions.

Space Wolves also retained a large number of personnel, and their combat effectiveness, which had been developed over a long period of expansion, had been tested and was ready to be deployed to more important missions.

On the Net Road side, there were participants who had activated the teleportation spell back then, so they naturally found the group of Thousand Sons who had already reconciled with the Thirteenth Company.

With the Primarchs as witnesses, the Thirteenth Company chose to forgive the Birds of Prey's betrayal, and the Birds of Prey also forgave the harm the other party had caused to Chizuru.

Then Senko stuck with Ramses and wouldn't leave.

Especially after briefly observing the Primarchs' work, he noticed Ramses' extraordinary rationality in the process, as well as his concern—or rather, his concern—when resolving the Scarlet Curse for the Thousand Children.

She's basically clinging to him as her father.

But Ramses, as the person involved, was not happy at all.

You can work for me, but you should also show me the respect due to your boss and leader.

But don't call me "Dad" without my permission.

Being a father means responsibility; it means that from now on you will be responsible for your son and for his future.

To see just how tiring it is, refer to Arthur and Karna.

Ramses had no desire to live such a life.

The Grey Knight was simply teaching normally; everything was understood without being said.

The Imperial Guard's idea was wishful thinking, and Ramses could easily use the resources that the Imperial Guard consumed for development without any pressure. He didn't care that the Imperial Guard would only deal single-digit damage even after ten thousand years.

What are these thousand sons doing?

Ramses twitched his hand.

I can't pull it out.

"Father!!!"

Issakar Orr broke down in tears.

He then looked at his friends around him.

Arthur was busy with macro-management of the entire galaxy, while others such as Ryan were responsible for micro-management.

Guilliman, who had been waiting for this moment for a long time, was acting as if he was saying, "I can't wait to see this—I'm too busy with work to have time," so he was definitely not someone to count on.

'No, buddy.'

Ramses's expression froze, and he glanced at the group of Senko kneeling in front of him.

The main reason is that he really doesn't want to deal with these people.

He has a lot on his plate.

Now he keeps a close eye on the information coming from all over the galaxy in the subspace, and he has to deal with what is called psionic information but is actually psionic cannons from time to time.

The guiding principle of Dawnwing is that if you're going to do something, you should do it responsibly and strive for perfection.

Ever since Emperor was blown up by Little Ma, information security has been a top priority.

But to be honest, even the Emperor can't find a good solution right now. He can only try to intercept the psionic attacks that have been tampered with by the Chaos Gods by exerting his power in the warp.

Corax is currently primarily responsible for this aspect, acting as an outsourced agent for Ramses, nipping threats in the bud, and working alongside the Dark Angels of the real universe to safeguard the Empire's information security.

Moreover, he also needed to find Magnus's location, plan to take advantage of the gods' busy plundering of the galaxy to retrieve the fragments of Sanctuary from their home, and consider whether to also rescue Isa after finding Lemanrus, thus adding more pressure to the already impoverished Nurgle.

Looking at the group of children staring at him expectantly.

His lazy nature told him he could just get by, but his long-established values ​​warned him he couldn't just do it casually.

Ramses, tormented and filled with despair, looked on.

He doesn't want to take the blame, either now or in the future.

What about Magnus?
With the solid reality created by Arthur behind him and the waves of the Warp facing him, Ramses paid close attention to every ripple that might symbolize a battle between the two Primarchs.

I command you to appear before me right now!
How to do?
Looking at the Comoros, which was already in complete chaos, and thinking of the protagonist who had never set foot in it, Ahriman clutched the Dark Eldar offering in his hand, his expression shifting between light and shadow.

Should I tell Magnus about this?

It wasn't that I revealed Magnus's whereabouts, but rather that someone wanted to kill him; that's all that matters.

Tzeentch's chosen mind began to race, trying to figure out how to fix the mistake.

Ahriman was very skilled at this.

Yes, you should first distance yourself from the situation appropriately, but the notification must be in place.

Even if Magnus eventually realizes that Ahriman made a mistake, Ahriman still has to tell him about it.

Otherwise, if Magnus dies, there's no point in talking about the future.

Very good. The immediate thing to do is to notify them. It would be best if Magnus could stop, but it would also be good if he could at least be mentally prepared.

Although Magnus is quite a beast now, at least Ahriman still has a lot of confidence in Magnus's mind; at least he still has no problem with seeking advantage and avoiding harm.

that is it.

Yes, that's right.

Making amends is better than standing idly by; we can't just do nothing.

"Forgive me, my brothers."

Ahriman muttered something, feeling ashamed of his subconscious attempts to excuse his own behavior.

"This is all for the Legion."

The chosen one of the treacherous gods remained outwardly calm, but his hands were frantically adjusting the spell settings, muttering apologies to some unknown being, and atoning for his past actions.

at this point.

He had to inform Magnus about this.

　P.S.: How come it's already the fourth day of the Lunar New Year?
　　I cried.

　　Woo woo

　　
　
(End of this chapter)