Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

When I stood in front of the porthole and looked at the blurry scenery, I knew that I was alive.

When I shouted: "Sail!", the roar of the ship told me that it was alive.

Yes, live for me.

The ships parked in the port have no meaning of existence. The indifferent machinery pieced together the cold body. The metal shell was worn until it shined, and the cold light could not dissipate the breath of death.

As I stepped into this place, the lights on the bridge came on, and the surging power from the engines spread throughout the ship, and it was only then that I came over.

I am the heart.

The heart of exploration is the soul of the ship. The sea in my heart cannot be placed on the exploration map, and the boundless darkness is waiting for me to illuminate it.

To me, the sounds inside my body are just a breath of relief on the way forward.

I want to hear the strong wind whistling past me, trying my best to catch up with my footsteps!

I want to see countless stars surpassed by me, and the starlight can only shine on my back, so that future generations can see a bright figure moving forward forever!

I want to touch the other side of the Tianhe River and plant the first flag where no one has ever been.

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While Victor was manipulating complex equipment, all the controls that should have been completed by the Digital Eldar were done by him, and he was exhausted from the endless precision operations.

In the Dark City, Commorragh's initial ship was speeding through the webway. Ever since Red Torrent performed a "surgery" on it, it accurately completed the amputation below the skull and restored it to its original appearance.

A large survival ship.

It is nothing more than a trading center that can float in a wide network and can be used for other ships to dock. It has few armed forces and outdated facilities.

Unable to resist his invasion.

Viktor will never forget that day. The "Comorragh" was parked deep in the webway, and the Haemonculi who followed him chattered about his plan to rebuild the Dark City. A few orcs ate their food, and their souls It's like beef jerky with rough muscle fibers, which is eaten by the lower Eldar in large quantities. A meal is enough to make them burst into tears of gratitude, but for him.

For Victor, the former master of the Dark City, this was simply disgusting.

Fortunately, orcs reproduce quickly, at least they will not starve to death.

The day ended like that, a golden flash shattering their portholes.

"I found you." It was like a whisper from a devil.

No, more terrifying than the devil, the devil can't defeat him.

Jaghatai Khan entered the ship in a strange manner. The golden motorcycle of the Imperial Army under his feet was extremely fast. Even with the reaction of the Dark Eldar, it was difficult to dodge the opponent's attack.

But Victor dodged. Yes, he was one of the strongest members of the Dark Eldar, and his reaction speed was as fast as any real creature.

He passed by the golden motorcycle, but by the time he saw what was behind it, it was too late.

An iron chain made of extradimensional fragments hangs from the Custodes' motorcycle, tied to the end of the Bell of St. Gerstad.

Later, the golden motorcycle flicked, and the big bell accurately hit their bridge porthole. Khan rushed into the last part of Comoros with a powered tawa scimitar in hand.

"I have to teach that brat named Yifeng a lesson when I get back." That's what he said at the time.

After Khan finished reading the books in the Black Library at a terrifying speed, he fully realized one thing, that is, the Emperor was planning to build a webway, and, in the eyes of the Eldar, it was quite crude.

Although Jaghatai does not like the Emperor, or he hates all rulers, he has to admit that the Emperor is far more powerful than he imagined. He believes that the arrogant Eldar overlooked something when exploring the Emperor's masterpieces. , something they are unwilling to lean over and look at.

The Khan had no idea what it was, and there were few records of the Eldar, so he decided to bring a gift to the Empire before returning to the galaxy.

Bring a Haemonculus, a complete Haemonculus who knows how to build the Webway.

Repairing the Webway would solve ninety-nine percent of the problems faced by the Emperor, and physical death would be but the least of it to him.

His bastard rushed into Comoros and blasted it to pieces. What should he do? Where can I find a Haemonculus?

So, after he got on his motorcycle again, and after the Harlequin Troupe put on lights and decorations and spared no effort to see him off, he walked around the depths of the webway several times in search of this damned Victor.

When he returned from the first round of shopping, the library was decorated with lights and the Harlequin Troupe was celebrating in the Black Library. Many times more Harlequins than when he left gathered in front of the library, performing extremely difficult plays. Every day The Eldar are both performers and spectators.

Their joyful jumping showed the former glory and joyful deeds of the Eldar on the stage. Some troupes have even begun to choreograph new plays with the theme of Khan's departure.

When Khan's figure reappeared in front of them, the performance was visibly stagnant. Even the most difficult performers maintained their movements that challenged their physical limits and did not dare to move.

The atmosphere was awkward, but only for a moment, because Khan ignored them and stepped on the accelerator to leave.

When we returned to the Black Library in the second circle, the clowns were starting the relocation process and were preparing to take the library away from this place completely.

This time, Khan's flying stunt flew over the library, and the holy bell hanging behind hit the top of the library hard, bounced and flew up, passing by the eyes of the horn, and flying off his mask. .

The third time, to be precise, on the second and a half lap, I met Khan who was speeding on the road. The clowns were standing at the window in despair. Look at me, and I look at you, with their hands spread out. .

The end result was that a "warrior" was violently pushed out. They believed that Khan was lost deep in the webway and needed a guide.

The warrior "failed to join the gang" and was cut in half by the extra-dimensional fragment connected to the big clock. Xiqigao took him back to the Dark Library for treatment.

After that, the nightmare of ten thousand years finally disappeared from the clown's eyes.

The mournful face didn't disappear, it just moved from the clown's face to Victor's face.

The tall figure of Khan was right in front of him, the sword on his waist was still bleeding. The corpses of the Dark Eldar fell around, their souls wailing as they were swallowed by Slaanesh.

"Captain..." Victor hates this title, especially when calling non-Eldar, "Captain, Luna's webway has been destroyed, we can only go to nearby nodes."

"Well, hurry up." The Eagle was sitting on the supreme command seat, curiously comparing the console in front of him with a book in a dark library in his memory.

One can imagine how crazy the next voyage will be once he gets familiar with it.

"We can go to a wild place, only three...three Terra days away from the Volus system."

"Walers?" Khan wanted to cut Victor in half with a knife.

Where is Wallers? Together with the subspace channels of the solar system, there are eight in total, and the planet Wallers is the closest one to the solar system.

Khan's tone was filled with anger. "How dense is your network tunnel?"

"Those are all historical reasons, sir. That network channel is not very stable either. We built it during the Tantric Era."

During the Great Rebellion, Khan used the Webway to retreat, but when he saw the layout of the Webway in the Dark Library, he realized what a huge facility it was.

"In the era of esotericism, do you still have the ability to build the network channel?"

"In fact, as of two hundred years ago, we all had this ability, but there was no need to concentrate so much power on building the webway that already spans the galaxy, even if part of it has been destroyed."

Victor looked at Khan quietly. His reaction was three times, no, five times that of his own. There was no possibility of escape.

"Tell me more about the battleship that destroyed Comoros."

"My lord, I have already said it once."

"It's not detailed enough. Say it again. Do you have any objections?"

"No, no, that is the last battleship of the Secret Cult, and it is also the fastest battleship. In my memory, it is a ship that escapes with the last fire of life. It has only one main gun and internal equipment. It has complete concealment, reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, subspace defense and life maintenance facilities..."

Victor had better be thankful he arrived at his destination before the story was finished.

the best.

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"Azrael, have you received the message? The Regent has captured and incorporated all the Red Torrent rebels."

"Well, I knew that from the beginning."

???

Many dark angels were surprised by this sentence. Did they know it from the beginning?

"The war between us and them has actually been maximized. The spy who infiltrated inside controlled a large number of troops. We worked together with him to annihilate a large number of real rebels, allowing the spy to truly have the right to speak. "

The Dark Angels' indignation quickly subsided, stemming from the glorious historical traditions left over from their Legion days.

The Dark Angels have fought many unknown large-scale battles, so many that those battles could destroy any other legion. However, these honors have been buried forever, and those who don't know think that the Dark Angels are arrogant bastards.

But the powerful contemporaries who had heard a little about them only had awe of them.

These glories remain unknown, just like this time.

The remaining inner ring thought it was a shame to be repelled by the red torrent, but after knowing "what they had done in the secret place", pride and a sense of mission to bury honor immediately took over their hearts.

A few remained dissatisfied, but not many continued to oppose him after Azrael informed them that the Regent was aware of their contribution from beginning to end and had given a large portion of his power to them to replace the troops.

Although the casualties were heavy, compared with the direct support of the empire from 50,000 Primaris warriors, it was a huge profit.

"Then, the true face of this war should be recorded in the Hall of Honor of the Stone Fortress." Several warriors in the inner ring suggested.

"No, not qualified yet."

"Why are we not qualified? How many soldiers have we lost? Tens of thousands. Even if many of them died at the hands of aliens in the Ghoul Star Territory, it was because of the reckless advance caused by chasing the red torrent. The large number of casualties is completely unnecessary."

Azrael looked at the warrior who spoke indifferently, until the strong man in the inner circle realized that what the Supreme Master said was not that the fallen warriors were unworthy.

"It's the Stone Fortress that doesn't deserve it. This history will be engraved on the Razor of Truth."

The Dark Angels have a total of three Queen of Glory battleships. One was destroyed in the Battle of Randan, and one is the current flagship, the Unyielding Truth. The third, the Razor of Truth, is deeply hidden as a witness to the chapter's history. .

It was so deep that everyone forgot that there was this Glory Queen.

This battleship was severely damaged in a tragic battle, causing irreparable damage to the adamantine keel.

The Dark Angels did not abandon it, but transformed it into a fortress, carrying a large number of mysterious relics and gene seeds.

The history recorded above are all secrets that must not appear in the outside world. Even if only one stone tablet is spread, it can set off huge waves in the galaxy.

"Still have any questions?"

"Azrael, our recruits are almost fully trained, but why don't you allow them to join the mentor's army?"

The Dark Angel's recruits now use an emergency mentor system. Each mentor is a specialized master in a certain area. The recruits they bring out will usually join the mentor's company as a matter of course, but Azriel stopped them.

"After returning from the Razor of Truth, I will announce this matter."

"Is it really necessary to delay until then? Today's recruits cannot be said to be excellent, but there are many who are qualified."

Azrael smiled, he was not looking for evidence to convince the new recruits, he was looking for evidence to convince the veterans.

......

The body of the Razor of Truth has been submerged in steel. Anyone who sees it will not associate it with a Glory Queen-class battleship. Maybe the smaller stone fortress is more in line with its description.

It is much older than the boulder.

The last pure gene seed bank is here, and the guardians are a bunch of crazy guys.

No one knows when they entered service. Each soldier inherited the name of the last dead ancestor.

Terran name.

Since the Randan War, only one-tenth of the Terran population remained, and warriors born on the planet Caliban accounted for the majority.

But the guardians on this ship are all of Terran descent.

Some Grand Masters are more rogue. They will sneak into ships leaving Terra and secretly capture the children of Terra's nobles as trial subjects. Some only require that they be pure human beings, but this condition is limited in the Milky Way. It’s also difficult to satisfy elsewhere.

They didn't need to salute when they saw Azrael.

One hundred guards came to the main entrance, and Azrael was still standing at the door. That meant there was an important ceremony.

Welcome the return of the heroic spirits and engrave their glory.

Soldiers wearing ancient Mark II power armor stood in two rows, and weapons that were considered rare during the Great Crusade were placed across the avenue.

Whenever Azrael passed by, the warriors would switch from holding weapons to saluting, not to the Grand Master, but to the brave fallen warriors.

What was done was not the knightly ceremony that Ryan brought into the First Legion.

Needless to say, there is no need to say much about the ceremony to commemorate the dead. Carving is a very sacred and lengthy matter, and Azrael will not perform it himself.

The guardians soon realized that Azrael was not here simply to record secrets.

"The Emperor's will has come. I am the Emperor's Champion in this life."

"Where the glory lies."

"Open Warehouse No. 092 and request permission." Azrael said to the guardian in a commanding tone.

The guardian was calm and said slowly: "Please describe the specific incident, and we will judge whether to use the sacred object."

"It's not for you to judge, it's for the Emperor."

Warehouse 092 was shining brightly at this time. Even in a stagnant position, the radiant psychic power still impacted the warehouse door, attracting the attention of the patrolling guards.

It is a warm and sacred force.

"Come on, Guardian, I'll go with you."

Azrael raised his steps before the emergency call came. The guardian looked at him cautiously, pressed the handle of the knife with his hand, and hid behind Azrael.

You can backstab the Great Master at any time.

The Emperor's light grew brighter, shining more fiercely when Azriel arrived, making it difficult to keep one's eyes open.

After opening the door and taking the holy object out of the stasis position, the power slowly faded and flowed into Azrael's body.

"This is not in line with the ritual of taking out sacred objects."

"The Emperor's request is everything." Azriel held the holy object in both hands. It was a scroll with silver aquila wings printed on both sides. It was golden in color with colorful thin lines running through it, making it look magnificent. , the two poles of the scroll are not made of wood, but are made of heterochromatic crystal. Under the light of the sacred object room, they are different colors from every angle.

When you open the scroll, there are only six large characters.

"The six wings are scattered, and the heavenly army returns."

This was an imperial edict issued by the Emperor himself after the Lion King completed the reform of the Legion.

It was the Emperor's handwriting, unmistakably sacred, and beside it was the seal of Malcador's hand.

"Have you come this far?"

"Yes, it's time for you to join us." Azrael is tall, and the Primaris warrior is a head taller than the two guardians in front of him.

The two stood up straight and saluted Azrael with a Heavenly Army salute, and the Supreme Master also returned a Heavenly Army salute.

The dusty memories gradually awakened, and the glory of the early days of the Great Crusade shone back on the First Legion.

In the days before the Lion King was recovered by the Emperor, the formation of the First Legion was arranged by the Emperor himself and consisted of nine heavenly armies.

Army of the Crown: The strongest champion warriors will be placed here, responsible for breaking through the enemy's lines during war, and honor will guide them. Most of these formed what became the Deathwing.

Blade Sky Army: The core of the infantry group. The formation of hundreds of Astartes into military formations is not exclusive to the Red River Adamantine Warriors. The Dark Angels are the earliest executors. They crush all enemies and destroy all those without heavy vehicles. All the enemies were wiped out.

Steel Sky Army: Masters of the use of steel vehicles, pioneers of steel in interstellar warfare, and the compilers of other legion's guides to the use of steel, compiled with blood and lives.

The Pentagonal Army: a force that has disappeared in the long river of history. They are composed of psykers and have the power to destroy the world. They are one of the last trump cards of the First Legion. When any conventional force cannot work, they It's the final battering ram.

The Fire Sky Army: Infiltrators, monitors, assassins, interrogation experts, and the invisible fear. The predecessor of Flame Wing.

The Skeleton Army: The most savage, craziest, berserk warriors with the most destructive weapons. They will defeat everything in their enemies, from spirit to body. Imagine how terrifying a group of Night Lords with super weapons will be. destroy. It is the predecessor of Dreadwing.

The Rock Heavenly Army: Master of Static Warfare. If there were no Rogal Dorn in the world, then the task of guarding Terra would fall on the Rock Heavenly Army, the iron army of positional warfare. and the Iron Wings formed the Iron Wings.

The Howling Heavenly Army: The White Scars of the Dark Legion, but without the command of Chagatai. They are famous for their bravery and have the highest death rate among the Heavenly Army. The storm raids of light and fast horses are their symbol.

The Void Army: specializes in gang-hopping combat, is proficient in teleportation attacks and airborne assaults, and each one of them is an outstanding vehicle pilot. Later, they formed the Ravenwing together with the Howling Heavenly Army.

The nine heavenly armies returned at this time.

Azrael announced on the spot...

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"The Dark Angels were attacked by an unknown Necron fleet and suffered heavy casualties. The Ravenwing and Deathwing were declared completely broken?"

Yifeng held the information with his head full of questions. It came from Guilliman's hand, and the regent was drafting an edict.

Seeing Yifeng's appearance, the original body decided to test him, "What do you think is going on?"

"It's hard to judge. If I sent it to you, it must be to defraud the empire of supplies. But the Dark Angels never lack these things, so they won't really be attacked, right?"

The regent's face was full of smiles. This guy Yifeng was a bit confusing to the authorities.

"Is that just a parody of your plan?"

"To me? Imitation?" Yifeng said that what we spread was not the real plan.

"Of course, I'm going to deceive the enemy who doesn't know where they are. I hope he's smart enough to remember to bring anti-psionic equipment to them before he 'completely destroys the Six Wings'."

Alpharius still admires Azrael very much. He chose a good target. The Necrons do have enough power to defeat the Dark Angels, and the war will not have psychic fluctuations.

"So, what does Azrael want us to do with him? Send troops to wipe out the Necron?"

"Of course, I ordered him to withdraw to Terra quickly. The large-scale hoarding of supplies I carried out previously resulted in a large part of the empire's supplies being stored in the warehouse of the Sun Sanctuary. Isn't it unreasonable to ask him to come back to collect resources now?"

As he spoke, Guilliman finished writing the edict, then stared into Yifeng's eyes, "Don't pretend to be stupid here like me."

"Oh, the regent is here, relax~~"

"Don't be lazy. Let me tell you, there is still a lot of work ahead."