This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 6 Believe them
"I trust your judgment."

Arthur didn't think that a time traveler like himself could judge the situation better than a battle-hardened commander of the Cadia Legion.

So he respects the opinions of local people more.

You have to know that the people standing behind them are the Khadians, not some flowers that need meticulous care.

Perhaps they had previously had some doubts about the Astra Militarum due to stereotypes, but now, having come into close contact with these warriors, they understood the value of the words written in the setting book.

He was a human being born on the fortress world of Cadia, which had stood firm despite resisting the twelve Dark Crusades of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon. From the first beat of his heart, he had been entangled with the most evil existence in the galaxy, yet he was a superhuman who had survived to this day.

The Astra Militarum Legion behind them was the 43rd Cadian Regiment, an army from Cadia capable of withstanding more than ten Dark Crusades of Abaddon, the Warmaster of Chaos.

They are the elite of the Astra Militarum elite, and are role models that Astra Militarums from all worlds across the galaxy strive to emulate.

The colonel's words were not a tragic farewell, but they really could do it.

Well, just trust them.

Without any worries, the two men decisively chose to speed up, as if they were sprinters who had received the starting gun. They accelerated to an extremely exaggerated speed in an instant. A large amount of dirt and dust in the passage were thrown and splashed, and then left far behind.

With the sound of footsteps on the metal ground and the sound of gusts of wind, the Astartes, without any restrictions, were completely unstoppable.

However, Colonel Kovek did not feel relieved by the recognition of the Emperor's Angel. Instead, his expression became more subtle.

The two people who left did not know that their subconscious expression of respect for life was such a luxury in this era.

tick-

There was a tremor, and drops of water fell along the edges of the broken steel, shattered by the exposed bones and seeped into the flesh and blood.

In that dim path, which was only illuminated by some unknown light sources, a huge number of cultists were lurking there, respectfully ready to contribute their strength to their master at any time.

Of course, for the heretics who have fallen into chaos, this process is certainly not quiet, let alone orderly.

The ground was riddled with holes and broken limbs were everywhere.

The axe blade chopped at the bones, and among the pile of corpses, the survivors who had merged with flesh and blood let out weak groans.

The miasma of the warp exudes a stench that makes even the soul feel uncomfortable, quietly changing everything around it.

After hunting down those heretics who believed in corpses, these cultists who believed in different destructive powers naturally reached a consensus on internal fighting after a brief period of chaos, and then started an even more chaotic civil war in the dark corners.

Finally, after they had fought for almost ten minutes, the final winner finally stopped swinging his axe. His body was covered with wounds deep enough to see the bones, but he breathed in the air in big gulps as if he had no feeling at all.

The blessing of the Blood God gathered in his soul. He stared at the believers who bowed to him out of fear. The bone plates under his cheeks gradually covered his face. Even if the previous cult leaders came forward together, they could no longer gain the upper hand from him.

but--

"not enough!"

The heretic roared, his powerful voice echoing in the passage, and a large amount of blood splashed down from the crack in the ceiling.

"not enough!"

"I need a stronger opponent—"

The next moment, the air around the heretic suddenly dropped, and the water molecules in the passage condensed into small droplets due to the sudden change in pressure, hanging on the alienated sharp corners of the heretic.

The biting cold washed over the heretic's spirit, making him almost scream.

He knew that the great Blood God had answered his prayers, that his opponent had arrived, and that he should begin the hunt!
Yes, hunting, what should I do - fighting? Yes, yes, no, no.

Run? Yes, yes, you have to run.

Run! Run backwards!

The heretic turned around, holding on to the wall, wanting to look for the angel who had been baptized by the power of the gods. Only the favorites of the Blood God were worthy of such an opponent. How could he even dream of seizing such a prey?

However, the Blood God would not let the cowardly deceiver go. As Feng, walking in the shadows, appeared, his cry was strangled in his throat forever.

He could not see the other person's outline that blended into the black surrounding him, and could only vaguely see the holy golden eagle revealed under the robe.

He could not hear the sharp whistling of the other party's sword in the wind, and could only drown in the despair of his flesh being torn apart and his vitality being drained.

The Blood God showed some doubts on the throne, then shook his head nonchalantly, and looked with boundless fury at another arena that was more worthy of his attention.

In endless pain, the traitor's fate came to an end. He turned into dirty debris and fell in the dark corridor. Even his soul would never be able to reach the master he once believed in but betrayed so easily again.

As for Arthur, he was just an angel who crushed a speck of dust. He didn't even look at this corner, but turned into a gust of wind and rushed to the next corridor.

"ASAP."

Arthur stopped for half a second, waiting for Romulus to insert the road sign and automatic machine gun, feeling a little annoyed.

Inexplicably traveling to a cesspool, inexplicably getting into a melee, inexplicably having to abandon a group of people to complete a mission that may affect the lives of everyone on the ship.

The palm holding the sword trembled slightly, and Arthur sensed the huge twisted shadow in the dark passage.

Even more annoying!
This feeling of being out of place and disconnected from his original cognition made Arthur subconsciously want to eliminate all the elements that made him feel uncomfortable.

"Blood sacrifice—"

The huge monster appeared in the shadows.

This is a Chaos Space Marine, his body towering like an iron tower made of flesh and blood.

The weather-beaten armor and the wriggling flesh filling the damaged areas seemed to tell of the long time he had spent in the warp.

Arthur remained silent.

He is not like Romulus, who can always adapt to the environment and always find something to do.

He now just wanted to end it all as quickly as possible, and then find a place where he could think calmly and think carefully about what he should do.

Arthur's counterattack was very swift. He swung his shield to knock away the axe blade that was chopping towards him, raised his power sword, locked onto the enemy's neck and delivered two thrusts.

puff-

Even at the moment of its death, the Chaos-twisted monster never finished its blasphemous battle cry.

Clang!
The sword spun around, and the blade, which had just been released from the heretic's blasphemous flesh and blood, was thrown out. The sharp blade flashing with electric arcs scraped through the hard armor and penetrated deeply into the steel wall.

Another big head fell to the ground.

Crisp and neat.

(End of this chapter)