This Is Our Warhammer Journey

The ship’s hatch boomed open.

Garna walked out under the gaze of countless scarlet eyes, then turned to close the hatch behind him.

Only when the hatch was fully sealed did he carefully check the internal surveillance before letting out a quiet sigh.

‘So this is the pressure others feel when facing Black Rage?’

"Garna, brother, what’s this about?"

The voice of Cahulangi came from beside him. He had just finished his daily harassment of Lamessis and was on his way to Arthur to fight and claim his daily task rewards.

He had heard that the Deathwatch had borrowed a sealed chamber as an independent space and decided to stop by to see what was going on.

"It’s like the grey blindness you’ll face among yourselves."

Garna pointed at his head.

No hint of hesitation.

"Oh."

Cahulangi immediately understood.

There were definitely Blood Angels among this group.

Their warband had detailed records of each founding chapter, so detailed that they knew all the characteristics of the Great Crusade era. They probably knew the history of that time better than some warbands that had undergone major upheavals.

Of course, the ‘Deathwatch’ on the opposite side was no simple matter.

They were extremely clear about the origins of the Devouring Sharks and their genetic flaws, yet, as a warband active within the Imperium’s territory, they knew very little about the current Imperium and didn’t even have a complete star chart.

They had a whole bunch of chain axes that were now considered exclusive to Chaos traitors, but after thoroughly examining the current state of the Imperium through the sharks' database, they were shocked, wearing expressions that seemed to say, ‘How did humanity end up like this?’

"I’ll head to the arena first."

Now that he understood why they had requested to use the warehouse, Cahulangi no longer dwelled on it.

After all, for the sharks right now, daily rewards were more important.

"Mm, I’ll go check out other warehouses."

Garna nodded, and both parties tacitly chose not to continue discussing the topic.

He also knew why Cahulangi had hurriedly left.

Since boarding the sharks' flagship, Lamessis had been unable to perform his usual Warp tricks. Freed from any duties, Arthur, eager to learn from the sharks, naturally went to fight with them.

And to learn, one had to pay tuition.

Garna glanced at the storage data displayed on his arm. Compared to yesterday's resupply, it was already far lower.

It had been just over a month of travel, and it felt like he had to squeeze in time every day to restock.

"Let’s check the time."

Garna lowered his head, switched to his memo sheet, and prepared to pack the day's information to hand over to Romulus, but he realized they had already left the Warp.

"Guess we’re almost at our destination."

"The sharks are here to pay the Grey Tithe. I heard there's a fleet of Mars Mechanicum explorers there. Initially, they planned to head over to replenish strategic supplies."

In a section designated for the Deathwatch, Romulus opened the isolation door after completing joint exercises with the Astra Militarum.

Directly ahead of him, Lamessis, still uncertain about what exactly the think tank wanted to do, was offering incense on a small ashtray.

Recently, while aboard someone else’s ship, Lamessis had refrained from any “activities” and, at most, had spent his time in the Warp fishing for money. He had to focus on a few manageable projects.

After spending nearly a month of travel, Lamessis had successfully pulled an external line from the Warp connection between Garna and Black Rage.

Now Garna could use this connection to control the physical form of the Emperor’s Angels, launching indiscriminate attacks at anyone in Horus's line of sight.

The fewer people on the line, the higher the intensity of Black Rage, and the more explosive the combat power. Expanding the limit would require further investment.

This directly caused the small group’s percentage of returns to increase with every additional expenditure.

"They probably don’t care about this anymore, right?"

After bowing three times to the incense, Lamessis mumbled a few lines in classical Chinese before speaking.

"Of course. After all, their weathered equipment is now completely revamped."

Just thinking about how the sharks had asked if they could trade the Stormbirds they gave them for equivalent ammunition and other military supplies made Romulus chuckle.

Naturally, things that were given couldn’t be taken back. In the end, Arthur had stepped in and given them a way to earn supplies.

They couldn’t afford to give too many explosive rounds, since it would be a loss if they gave too many. But power weapons, melta weapons, finely crafted components, and the like were abundant.

"These guys seem to have accepted that they can get equipment by fighting Arthur every day, and Arthur is happy to learn from them. After all, these are techniques that have been honed in the blood-soaked battlefield for millennia."

Romulus couldn’t help but want to complain about the sharks' pragmatism. As soon as they heard there was something to gain, they acted like they had been injected with steroids.

Unfortunately, as time went on, there was less and less the sharks could teach. At this point, only a few company commanders, the think tank, and Tyberos hadn’t been drained. For the sake of the warband's future, these company commanders probably hadn’t had a proper rest.

If the cost of waking the Unyielding was not so high, he felt like these people would drag it out and use it as a coach.

"Looks like our stretcher is evolving rapidly again. I said, apart from our ability to materialize souls, we definitely each have our own unique traits. After all, the initial paint job on our bodies when we land wasn’t random."

Lamessis joked as he drew three more incense sticks and offered them to the ashtray.

Then he started mumbling in classical Chinese again, paying respects to the experimental materials.

"Do you still care about this?"

Romulus, having understood the meaning of the classical Chinese, asked with curiosity.

Having seen the tragic state of the experimental sites, he genuinely felt that Lamessis had a big heart and was also a bit surprised that Arthur could look so impassive for so long.

"You don’t deal with this, so you wouldn’t understand."

Lamessis lifted his head, and his expression turned serious.

"I must maintain my reverence for life in this way."

"Although I slacked off after graduation, my teacher always taught us that no matter what was on the experiment table, even if it was just a piece of inert body fragment, we had to approach it with reverence."

"This line is something that medical researchers must follow. You know, the only difference between these bodies and normal humans is consciousness. The moment we overstep, it's the difference between angels and demons."

"......Looks like I don’t need to worry about you anymore."

Romulus fell silent for a moment before smiling.

He had always been worried about Lamessis’s ‘I’ll do whatever I want as long as I can’ attitude.

But now, sensing Lamessis's mental state, Romulus realized he had been overthinking.

"Just kidding, buddy. I was raised in a healthy family with both parents. You don’t think rich kids are all self-centered, do you?"

Lamessis replied, almost boasting.

"Trust your good buddy. Don’t act like an old mother. Of course, I don’t mind more communication. After all, the only people who truly understand each other in this world are—"

He slightly toned down his proud expression.

"Only the four of us."