This Is Our Warhammer Journey

Dang~ Dang~ Dang~

On the way to the Navigator’s Sanctum, the mood was a bit heavy.

Arthur silently hacked away at enemies at the front of the squad, while Romulus trailed behind, mechanically firing his bolter in slow bursts, clearly distracted.

He had just spent a huge chunk of points that popped up out of nowhere to summon a few troops, helping the Astra Militarum hold down key routes in the strike cruiser.

Ka-cha~

He cleaved an Ork in two with a single sword swing, then stomped on a snot-nosed goblin who was sneaking off with a Warboss’ tooth.

Arthur noticed that besides the Astra Militarum at the defense nodes, there were noticeably fewer active lifeforms around.

Whether xenos or humans, in the Warp—a place of absolute chaos and no supply lines—everyone had slowly bled out their last drop of blood in the midst of the battle.

Nothing remained but death.

Still micro-managing the Ultramarines clearing each deck, Romulus glanced at Arthur and asked.

Ever since they took down that Chaos Space Marine, Arthur hadn’t been acting right.

“I’m fine.”

Arthur shook his head, gripping his blade tightly.

“Just feeling a little down.”

Sevrith Gage—dragging his damaged power pack—still managed to reclaim sixteen gene-seeds from the hands of Chaos heretics in a relentless siege.

Such a resilient warrior dying like that right in front of him...

For Arthur, who’d been taught to revere heroes like him, it was hard to let go.

“Relax. He’s probably already returned to the Golden Throne. The Warp is old man E’s home turf, after all.”

Romulus seemed a lot calmer.

Or rather, he’d already experienced his own personal Warhammer 40K culture shock before meeting Arthur.

“But even the Emperor isn’t omnipotent in the Warp.”

Arthur replied sadly.

If the Emperor truly had the power to protect his warriors, this whole Warp incursion wouldn’t have happened in the first place.

If not for their intervention, that warrior and the gene-seeds he was guarding might’ve become sacrifices to the Warp, never able to return to the Emperor they believed in.

A classic case of “no good deed goes unpunished”—he died fighting for humanity, only to end up tormented by the Chaos gods.

“Sigh.”

This time, even Romulus couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

Can’t blame him.

Besides the Emperor, the Warp’s also home to those four piles of sht.

“Forget it. Let’s drop the topic—it’s just pssing me off the more we talk about it.”

Arthur shook his head and flung the negativity out of his mind.

“By the way, you’re chatting while micro-managing. You good?”

“Yeah, I can handle it. My brain’s still holding up.”

Romulus waved it off like it was nothing.

“Besides, you already know I used to dual-client all the time when we gamed back then.”

“You’re a beast.”

Arthur gave him a thumbs-up.

Even though his brain’s pretty superhuman now, his thought process was still hardwired—multi-threading just wasn’t happening.

“Hmph.”

Romulus shrugged, accepting the compliment.

Then Arthur threw another question his way.

“Say, what are you planning to do once we get out of here?”

“You planning to return the gene-seeds?”

Of course Romulus knew exactly what his bro was thinking.

“Yeah.”

Arthur nodded.

“I gave my word, so I’ll see it through.”

“True that.”

Romulus nodded in agreement.

Not to mention their personal morals wouldn’t let them break a promise to such a legendary warrior—Arthur had even sworn to the Emperor.

There’s no backing out.

Because in 40K, gods are real.

If you swear an oath to some ancient bacon-wrapped sorcerer and dare to break it, next time you Warp jump, who knows—you might lead with your left foot and get tossed into some cursed backwater.

No matter how stubborn the Emperor himself acts, believing in him actually works.

Romulus figured they were probably minor Warp gods at this point—or at the very least, some tough-as-nails entities nearly immune to Warp interference.

Still, at the end of the day, they had proper education.

They weren’t like those piles of chaos—so yeah, they had morals about keeping promises.

“Let’s wait till we find the other two and talk it out. Might as well share info and lock down our next steps.”

Romulus, sharing the vision of the Ultramarines, watched as severely mutated Astra Militarum troops begged a demigod for a glorious death.

“……”

Romulus went silent.

And so, with heavy thoughts of their own, the two of them arrived at the Navigator’s Sanctum—only to find a drowsy-looking Blood Angel nodding off.

“Yo, you guys made it.”

Compared to the raving lunatic they first met, Garna now seemed surprisingly chill.

The lazy drawl in his voice practically oozed through the screen—it was something only a rare few could pull off.

“Yeah, the Gellar field’s sorted. Now we just gotta see if La Two can get the ship out.”

They waved a quick hello.

Romulus answered.

“Then go on in. With you guys here, maybe you can help him think things through.”

Garna stepped aside to make room.

Once the two entered, he trailed along at the rear of the group.

Vmmm~~

The moment they stepped inside, they were hit with a blinding flash of light.

The sudden change in brightness didn’t faze their enhanced vision—their pupils adjusted instantly.

Arthur quickly took in the scene inside the sanctum.

A floor littered with twisted corpses—blood, flesh, and powdered metal scattered everywhere like a clumsy child had knocked over a paint bucket.

At the Navigator’s seat floated an Ironclad Terminator in red armor.

“Thousand Sons?”

Arthur had expected the others in their group to be from loyalist factions too.

“La Two doesn’t play Space Marine 2. But his tabletop army was Thousand Sons. The initial look probably lines up with the chapter we subconsciously favor.”

Romulus offered a guess.

“Rare enough we managed to rope him in for a game—and he got pulled in for real.”

Garna clicked his tongue.

“He cried the hardest when he transmigrated. Oh right, Arthur wouldn’t know.”

“He was too busy hacking things up when he first dropped in. Took a while before he ran into me.”

Romulus couldn’t help but roast his childhood friend.

He still found it wild.

Don’t let his usual quiet, bookish vibe fool you—once he snapped, he always solved things with his fists.

And man, he didn’t hold back.

Back in elementary school, he beat the crap out of those brats who tore up his homework till they were bawling for their moms.

“……Khorne Junior would love you.”

“Romulus literally just said that.”

Arthur ignored the banter and asked, “What about you?”

“I’ve come to terms with it. Rather than eating myself up, might as well enjoy life.”

Garna had a totally laid-back attitude.

“You’re pretty chill about this.”

“I can just auto-pilot with Black Rage, so I’ve got a lot of time to think.”

“……”

The three of them chatted idly for a bit, then all turned to stare at Rameses, who was still hovering mid-air and flickering like a lightbulb.

By now, most of the lifeforms on the ship were basically wiped out.

The Gellar field was stable, the Chaos Space Marines that had entered via ritual were dealt with, and the ship’s core area was under control.

Everyone had basically done what they needed to do.

Now it all came down to whether their guy could get them out of the Warp.

“Gwah!!!”

And just as the three were quietly waiting, Rameses—who had been calmly guiding the strike cruiser through the Warp—suddenly started flailing like a drowning fish.

What followed was a tremor that spread throughout the entire ship.

“?”