This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 84 Welcome to Purgatory (4k)

The soldiers are bleeding and the nuns are crying.

With tears in their eyes, these pious Daughters of the Emperor peeled off the warriors' desecrated skin and applied holy oils and the mark of purity to the blood-stained black shells.

A body contaminated by chaos is extremely dangerous when in contact with chaos, and will be forcibly controlled if one is not careful.

The warriors closed their eyes and meditated, murmuring revenge under their breath.

Next they would step into the Forge World, into the area known as the Computational Array, and kill those Word Bearers, kill those abominable demons, kill every enemy in sight.

Shadows continued to fall from the clouds in the sky, and the planet's anti-aircraft firepower kept firing. The bullets penetrated the dense gray rain clouds, splashing out faint ripples.

The swarm of insects has begun to land, and when you magnify those gray raindrops, you will see that they are all airdropped naan buns full of living creatures.

"Karna, go back."

Ramses said: "If the pressure on Romulus is too great, someone needs to take over."

At first, the plan was only for him and Arthur to lead the soulless warriors to destroy the Forge World, because entering that flesh and blood factory would inevitably lead to death.

But now, plans have changed.

"Ah."

Karna nodded and left with the Great Shark and the Black Templars.

And the remaining warriors—

The Sisters of the Bloody Rose seek a passionate death, hoping to die alongside these warriors.

The members of the Tribunal were driven by responsibility and could not rest easy unless they saw the culprit sentenced with their own eyes.

The time travelers did not choose to stop it. They respected human rights, but also respected the destiny chosen by others.

All they can offer is the sword of war, so that the war will end in their victory.

Hereby——

When the bodies were covered with the extremely modified extinction armor, the thermonuclear reactor emitted scorching heat that burned the air, and the ninety-nine goddesses of vengeance got a brand new skin.

The phosphide weapons were assembled. The huge vortex weapons were powerful enough to be held by one person due to the extraordinary power brought by the armor. The super-burning plasma glowed like a neutron star, reflecting the eyes of each soldier that were ignited by flames.

A path lit up in the tactical terminal, and the data flashing on it changed as the reactor heated up, pointing directly to a certain location in the forging world.

"Avoid the Extermination Squad's route, allowing you to create distance."

Arthur turned around and slowly drew out the black sword, and the Terrorwing weapons team controlled by Romulus followed him.

"This battle is different from the past."

Aglaia raised an eyebrow. She could recognize the danger of these weapons, and she also knew that the Codex Astartes did not allow any chapter to possess them.

But she didn't ask any more questions and just led the team to the rear of the Goddess of Vengeance.

740 M41-P·am 16:13-Location: Pierrede Prime - Lower Nest Forge World Connection Node

[Mission Objective: Destroy the demonic ritual being performed by the rebellious Inquisitor.]

"Battle plan—"

Arthur paused, looked ahead, narrowed his eyes, and a sinister light flashed in his eyes.

"Kill all enemies you see!"

The hive towers behind them began to fade away, and the Avengers stepped onto the steel hills filled with flesh and blood, and were immediately given a grand welcome.

The Tyranid insect swarms, mutant creatures, demons, and flesh and blood that filled the mechanical structures crawled out of the inferior hatching pools. The entire mechanical world was roaring and frantically surrounded and killed the living things in front of them.

The Avengers also responded to these enemies with the greatest enthusiasm.

Without Arthur giving any further orders, these warriors, who inherited from the Destroyer Company of the Ultramarines, skillfully sent a group of Furies forward.

The vortex weapon is activated immediately, and the vortexes that bloom from all directions in front will crush all objects within the coverage area into pieces until the enemies are disassembled at the molecular level.

And those monsters pouring in from all directions were madly squeezing into the vortex, using countless flesh and blood to neutralize the impact of the storm, until the vortex weakened, until the second group of goddesses of vengeance opened fire again.

The phosphide weapons spewed out blazing white flames, as if the engine of a battleship was placed in front of the enemy at this moment, burning the metal and the enemy into gray mist.

Arthur and Ramses watched the battle, occasionally using their own force to deal with those enemies who were blessed by the evil god and were able to hold out briefly under the artillery fire, with admiration written in their eyes.

It is not much inferior to the Terrorwing group controlled by Romulus.

call--

The sky was filled with smoke from flesh and tissue burned to ashes, and the cold and dark Avengers continued to march forward.

There were still some debris with slight outlines on the ground, but when the bloody wind and rain scraped against those empty shells, those traces disappeared.

Unlike other forms of warfare, the Dreadwing's method seeks pure destruction. Nothing worth retrieving remains in their path, and no trace of the enemies they face remains.

Ten thousand years ago, this force was nicknamed the Dreadnought Reserve by its old rivals, the Space Wolves.

Because their combat capabilities are so strong, almost every appearance represents victory, but it also means that the attacked area will become a scorched earth.

Therefore, it is usually difficult for Dreadwing warriors to die in battle.

These warriors who manipulated extinction weapons would often completely lose their body functions due to radiation and various complications within a few decades. In the end, they had to be buried in the dreadnought sarcophagus with their tissues necrotized, waiting for their last combustion in a static position.

It is their fearlessness that makes them the most violent of all the war groups.

Absolute cruelty ignites itself and the entire world.

"Savior, is that you? Savior."

The burning flames stopped.

In the army, the mage who was floating in the air was stunned, the team stopped advancing, and the knight lifted a steel plate.

It was a mouth embedded in the wall of flesh, and his eyes were hanging on the ceiling.

He was lucky that his eyes and mouth remained outside.

And he has hands.

A hand rested on the knight's arm armor. The scorching temperature burned the tissue, but the hand did not let go. Instead, it kept its hand tightly on the knight's arm, as if it could not feel the pain.

Or is it that he can no longer feel this level of pain?

"Ah, I feel the peace, my savior, the Emperor, please take me away, I feel the peace of my compatriots, please take me away!"

The voice shouted sharply, and the soul infected the people who were mixed with it, and the wall of flesh and blood began to scream.

The flesh rushed towards the knights, and they wanted to be free, so they launched an attack.

They just want to die!

Die peacefully.

As the extermination team continued to spray phosphide weapons, the still twitching flesh and blood fell into calm.

“Oh, thank you, thank you my Savior.”

The data in Arthur's eyes changed, but it didn't match the past.

"Savior."

Arthur shook his head, suddenly finding this sentence ironic.

Even though they possess extraordinary powers that can isolate themselves from the influence of the subspace, they are now unable to change the fate of these lives.

Is bringing death to others considered a gift?
He had just witnessed Chaos' humiliation of human heroes, and then he saw Chaos' cruelty to ordinary people.

Really
Chaos should really die!

Arthur quietly clenched his hands and crushed the debris into powder.

In the past, these people might have toiled hard at the hands of slave owners in the feudal world, or struggled like gears in factories in the civilized world, but Chaos would not even give them such a chance to survive.

Melted into a monster by a profane ritual, it maintains the boundary between life and death in endless pain, and suffers the torture of demons after death.

This scene is truly sad, it makes one feel depressed, and makes one want to -

kill.

Eliminate all the malice that brings unwarranted suffering. The more disgusted I feel, the calmer my heart becomes, because disgust can no longer describe such an emotion.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done anything unnecessary."

Ramses' voice rang out. He shouldn't have protected the soul secretly and let his companions discover such a cruel scene.

Moreover, he used a certain characteristic of his partner to isolate these suffering souls on a large scale.

Otherwise those souls would not call him Savior.

"No, you did the right thing. You did the right thing."

Arthur smiled and led the team to continue moving forward at high speed.

"Whether they are Astartes or ordinary people, their value is bestowed by the universe, but their lives themselves are not distinguished by high or low."

"As for us, this world has room for tolerance. I will only wield my sword, will only lead others to wield it with me, and will only observe why others wield their swords."

"And you, just do it."

The golden eyes widened slightly, and the mage looked at the knight who had been isolating the entire world.

".I see."

We all live in the past, but you are the one who cares about the past the most.

So that the influence of the 'now' cannot reach you.

Ramses withdrew, and he felt more confident about this action.

Do what you can and do things you won't regret.

As for the result?

Arthur didn't know.

He would rather do something efficient.

Send away all the monsters in sight.

One hundred meters in an instant.

Across the complex Forge World, the Avengers moved, burning a path of ashes to their destination.

The Battle Sisters and Inquisitorial Guards, wearing radiation-resistant equipment, ignored the possible danger and provided firepower for the Emperor's Angels.

There was no avoiding traps, no avoiding enemies.

They are killing as many enemies as possible and releasing as much blood as possible.

In the eyes of the Warp demons they crushed, there was a hot mist mixed with gold and red on their sides.

The mouths and eyes on the wall screamed the Emperor's wrath.

The crushed demons howled, that was the battle cry of the Blood God.

The team that burned everything marched forward, stepping on the ashes, shouting under the guidance of the same goal.

"revenge."

"revenge!"
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"We should leave, Grand Inquisitor."

Inside the computing array of the Forge World, the leader of the Word Bearers Terminator team spoke to the old man who was still staring at the instrument.

He had been waiting for the Inquisitor to initiate the ceremony, which would open the rift and allow his men to complete the transfer and leave this place of trouble.

However, this Inquisitor was too greedy and ignorant. He wanted to bargain with the evil gods by taking advantage of the accumulated suffering of mankind, but he didn't know that the dark gods were also happy to see such a scene.

For every second of pain that lasted for the trillions of people who had been transformed into mechanical fillers, the evil god could savor more emotions.

Now the leader can conclude that this inquisitor who calls himself "Seeker of Knowledge" is just a Shabi whose mind is blinded by desire.

It's hard to say whether this ritual is the answer the "seekers of knowledge" want, or if it's used to achieve other purposes.

He should just hide in the center of the earth with the sand walls who were trying to take over other people's bodies using the Tzeentch sacrificial ritual.

".Get lost!"

Amidst the altar where the six heads of Eldar Archons were placed, the Inquisitor, posing as a contemplative figure, glanced at the Chaos traitor.

He claims to believe in the truth of the empire, but he holds demonic weapons in his hands and has mutated branches growing on his body.

If he didn't want to cause trouble, he would have executed this mutated traitor long ago.

'Look at him, trapped on the precipice of chaos, unable to even see how far he has fallen.'

They turned their backs at the same time.

'Yes, I am a man, and I stand above the petty manipulations of the gods, never submitting to their will, using their power pragmatically and purposefully, rather than succumbing to their influence.'

They thought at the same time.

"We should go."

Returning to his warband, the leader said so.

"why?"

The adjutant was surprised.

"We are no match for those pseudo-emperor's lackeys."

The leader murmured, "That's the Dreadwing's armament. We don't have enough weapons. Our ammunition reserves have always been minimal. We are not in a position to win."

He had spent so many years and finally assembled a wave of Terminator companies in order to prove that they could survive without relying on Chaos and the Empire, instead of sending them away.

"We can!"

The adjutant roared, "If you could stop forcing the false emperor's curse on us, if you could let us accept what truly belongs to us!"

"No!"

The leader turned around and said coldly.

"Don't mention this matter again! We will not be enslaved by the false emperor, nor will we be enslaved by the dark gods!"

"What slavery?!"

The adjutant knocked the leader's arm away and punched him hard.

"Have you seen those chosen ones? Have you seen those enchanted warriors? What do you see in them?"

Before the leader could answer, he said frantically, "I see power!"

"If we were willing to open our hearts and serve them, we would have gained power a thousand times greater. You all know I am right."

"."

An uncomfortable silence prevailed.

These Terminators looked at each other and said nothing.

".You are leading the entire warband into a purgatory!"

The leader gritted his teeth. These fools whose brains had been corrupted by the energy of the warp had forgotten who had given them their current status.

"We've been in purgatory the whole time!"

Before he could react, the adjutant raised his hand and stabbed at an extremely exaggerated speed.

Phew!

He lowered his head, and a dagger wrapped in flesh and blood pierced him through.

Devil's weapon, it's my devil's weapon
The leader opened his mouth. Such an injury could only be considered a minor injury for an Astartes, but at this moment, he couldn't even speak.

The adjutant's mouth curled up into an exaggerated smile.

"Welcome to Purgatory, Leader."

(End of this chapter)