This Is Our Warhammer Journey

"How is this possible?"

Romulus said instinctively.

In the narrow, dim interior of the warship, a single Dark Eldar could easily cause multiple casualties among the Astartes.

Forget about the few hundred Astartes in the expedition fleet; a single Genestealer Chapter couldn’t handle this in five minutes. With the few people in the expedition fleet, there’s even a chance they might fail.

If the Black Templars themselves were here, it would be a different story. The minimum would be five thousand Black Orcs, and even if Arena Queen Lilith herself came, she'd be hammered into a pyre.

"Yeah, how is this possible?"

The priest also expressed confusion. Clearing out these xenos, who were like rootless weeds, wasn’t actually difficult. They just needed to focus superior firepower and slowly clear out the areas they occupied, and they would be able to take control in a short time.

Such a massive warship as the Mechanized Ark wouldn’t lose its combat ability even if its Furnace Core was destroyed by the Dark Eldar.

But five minutes...

In the end, unable to resist Aglaia’s insistence and the priest’s divination, the expedition fleet dispatched two assault squads. After suffering heavy casualties, they managed to capture three commanders, hoping to extract enough intelligence.

The highest-ranking of them was locked in a sealed container, while the other two still hadn’t spoken after being interrogated by the Inquisitor.

Now, the tensions within this group had reached a very severe point.

As the priest spoke, Romulus finally managed to sort out the sequence of events.

Aglaia was certain about the omens and demanded that the Black Templars disregard casualties, but her own abilities had already disappointed Marshal Orlando, who didn’t want to continue sacrificing for such a ridiculous decision.

The priest, following the Emperor's Tarot, hoped to gain the help of the Deathwatch and Genestealers to attempt fulfilling the Archmagister’s demands.

As for Kaul’s attitude, it was very ambiguous.

Before encountering the Dark Eldar, the Archmagister had promised extremely generous rewards. However, after the Dark Eldar ambushed them, the terms became extremely conservative, and he directly abandoned the planet he had previously been willing to pay a great price to reach.

"What do you think?"

Romulus began asking his companions for opinions.

"Don’t look at me. I can’t finish them off in five minutes."

Arthur shrugged, seeing Romulus hesitant to speak.

"Plus, even Garna and Tyberos are the same. If we assault with others, the casualties would be too high."

"...I see."

Romulus really wanted to say that wasn’t what he was asking, but Arthur seemed to think it was pretty impressive that he alone could finish off those Dark Eldar.

Of course, he wasn’t too keen on this kind of skirmish micro-managing, since they were Dark Eldar hiding in the shadows.

He wasn’t a Primarch, so no matter how terrifying, it wasn’t guaranteed that over a hundred people would be able to react in time. His usual training was focused on coordinated heavy armor assaults, and such high-speed strikes against the Dark Eldar at close range were really pushing his brain.

"Garna..."

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Garna’s expression of "you’d rely on me, wouldn’t you?", so he simply closed his mouth.

"..."

Romulus looked left and right, suddenly realizing there weren’t many brains to rely on in this team.

"Hey, why don’t we ask the all-powerful mage in the Transmigrator Squad?"

"You have a plan?"

Ignoring Rameses’ self-deprecation, Romulus asked.

"I have an idea, but I need to try first—also, I assume you don’t mind dealing with the Warp, right?"

"I don’t mind."

Romulus replied, "But Arthur can’t."

"That’s enough. You stay here, I’ll go grab something."

Rameses turned and went straight back to the Thunderhawk that had brought them. Within seconds, he returned dragging a coffin wrapped in chains.

"Try and see if you can connect."

Rameses knocked on the iron coffin.

Romulus glanced at the coffin’s surface, marked with purity symbols, and immediately understood. He synced part of his perception with it.

Suddenly, his vision changed.

The most obvious change was that he seemed able to see the soul of a living creature.

The priest and the Sisters around him were surrounded by a faint golden mist, while Archmagister Kaul appeared as a broken cloud.

Especially when his gaze fell on the sealed iron box, a soul—clear enough to outline its full shape—curled up inside, mimicking his own physical movements.

It felt as if an extra layer was added to the visuals, with an oddly colored filter distorting the image.

"What’s this?"

"Handcrafted color-sin demon host."

Rameses replied, "Looks pretty good, right?"

"Not just good."

Romulus’ gaze swept deep into the ship’s hold, where the souls, shining like bright lights, wandered, expressing themselves vividly.

He turned back, and the filthy pinkish filter disappeared as he made contact with his companions.

"I think I now understand why a single color-sin demon can wipe out an entire slave-hunter squad in novels."

When facing an opponent who can see right through you and lacks any absolute physical advantage, struggling is futile.

"Do you feel confident now?"

"Yes, but still need the Sharks’ help."

Romulus nodded, tacitly accepting that Rameses had taken advantage of the team.

"After all, the Black Beans' reactions are exaggerated, it’s still better to encircle and kill them. By the way, you’ve already finished the demon possession project, why not just use it on the Astartes?"

Color-sin Astartes really make quick work of the Eldar, just like how the Dark Eldar’s webway hub, Comorragh, was thoroughly tormented by the color-sin Chosen, Lucius.

"Bro, that’s a demon. Do you really expect it to listen to you?"

Rameses couldn’t help but roll his eyes. After experiments, the demon host shared control of the body with them. Essentially, it was just adding a Warp program to this body, so in the end, they would be fighting for control.

"You should know that demons aren’t really afraid of death, right?"

"Of course."

Romulus nodded. This was actually a misconception most Warhammer fans had—they thought demons would listen when faced with powers that could utterly destroy them.

But honestly, the great game of the Four Gods can permanently kill demons, even burying Great Daemons in mountains and seas, yet these things still don’t fear death.

Of course, they understand self-preservation, but you can’t use death as a threat to control them. If you stuff them into an Astartes shell and send them to fight, you might create a real mess for the Transmigrators.

"And don’t mention demon contracts to me. With my half-wit brain that once got duped by the Emperor’s first appearance, don’t even let me get involved in this."

*sigh*

If only that wise Primarch had had your brain a thousand years ago, the Emperor would probably have the webways all the way to Andromeda by now.