This Is Our Warhammer Journey

“How much do you know about them?”

The Great Sage Kaul asked.

Very well, ready to test the goods.

Romulus pondered for a moment.

Compared to the Craftworld Eldar, humanity's understanding of the Dark Eldar is actually very limited. People often confuse these xenos with the Eldar pirates.

This is because the Dark Eldar operate in a very mysterious manner, and their control over the Webway is far superior to that of their cousins. This has directly led to the Imperium often not being able to identify the perpetrators in many cases of large-scale abductions of human populations.

At the same time, the Dark Eldar are not humanity's primary enemies. After all, Commorragh, though vast, is still much smaller compared to the Imperium. Such small-scale raids can't even slow down humanity's population growth by a decimal point, so the Departmento Munitorum doesn't pay too much attention to these xenos.

Being able to differentiate the Dark Eldar is already a sign of being a senior scholar in xenos research, let alone understanding the political ecology and military reserves of Commorragh today. Aside from the sharks behind them, not many enter Commorragh and come out alive.

Of course, Romulus couldn't directly say that he gained this knowledge through demonic hosts and the ability to see through things. If he wanted to avoid trouble within the Imperium, it was best not to get involved with anything from the Warp, aside from the Emperor himself.

This was the first and last direct confrontation between the Imperium and the Dark Eldar during the Great Crusade of the 30th Millennium, which directly altered the political landscape of Commorragh.

Romulus spoke, explaining that this matter involved the Fire Lizard's Primarch, Vulcan, and even if the Great Sage had erased memories, he should still have some impression of it. If not, Romulus would have to spend some time explaining the characteristics of the Dark Eldar in detail.

The cryptic response only made Marshal Orlando more confused. When had the Fire Lizard been kidnapped to Commorragh? Which battle groups had sent fleets to Commorragh and returned unscathed?

Why had the Black Templars’ expedition fleets, which spanned the galaxy, never heard of this?

And why wasn't this massive expedition involving them, the Black Templars?

“Have you been there?”

“They can handle it.”

Romulus answered evasively, pointing to the silent, almost mechanical Imperial Fist behind him. After all, they would assist the Flesh-eater Sharks in capturing the Dark Eldar later.

“This psyker?”

“The presence of psykers weakens the connection between reality and the Warp, making their influence on the Dark Eldar similar to the effect of untouchables on psykers,”

Rameses explained.

The Great Sage Kaul nodded in understanding, then carefully inspected the ‘Deathwatch,’ who were a bit beyond the ordinary in both numbers and equipment.

The finely crafted Terminator armor, while elaborately decorated, had no religious symbols.

The Imperial Fists wore lighter Raven-pattern power armor and carried laser pistols, which, though less destructive, were renowned for their accuracy.

They were scouts, relying on experience to locate enemies in the dark and guide their comrades.

The cost of failure was the death of a fellow warrior.

If they could track the Dark Eldar with experience, then such a unit, in an era when humanity no longer faced large-scale conflicts with the Dark Eldar, would have been impossible to cultivate.

And...

Kaul’s eyes lit up, as countless data streams surged through his massive body, integrating and calculating the information to verify its authenticity. Even the surrounding air seemed to heat up a little.

Correct.

Was it a coincidence?

No.

Thus—

There was only one answer.

After a brief silence,

A few muffled sounds echoed from the sound array system, followed by visible steam jetting out, as the massive metal, like a beast, shifted, accompanied by the clinking of metal against metal.

“I accept your proposal.”

Kaul smiled, and only Orlando was confused about what he was smiling about. He glanced back at the priest, who was staring at the Black Sword, and then at Aglaea, the Inquisitor, who was eagerly scribbling something on a parchment, feeling like he was the only one who didn't understand the situation.

Screech—

The cables scraped the deck, sparking.

The Great Sage moved aside.

A servo skull joined the group, and it raised its right hand, still human, pointing toward the mechanical lift leading to the rear section of the Ark.

“You have five minutes.”

“Why the Imperial Fists?”

During the elevator ride up, Rameses couldn't help but ask in surprise.

The Black Templars were now completely lost in their own mental galaxies, utterly confused.

Of course, no one considered bringing them along. They weren’t well acquainted, and commanding them might create some friction.

“Because the genetic traits of the Imperial Fists are better suited for combat in this kind of situation, and they are easier to operate.”

Romulus replied.

In fact, the Raven Guard would have been the most suitable, but there was no time to switch. Moreover, he hadn’t planned to focus on this kind of exhausting and thankless high-speed combat mode from the beginning. Now, he had to go with the option whose basic stats were more suited for breakthroughs.

After all, the warriors he personally controlled had their limits, and combining them with the Cadian armored regiments for a joint push was about the best he could manage.

“Mm.”

The elevator reached the top. Rameses pulled the coffin forward, signaling that everything was fine.

The Blood Angels weren’t to be relied on, and the Ultramarines had been trained as heavy infantry, with their stats leaning towards this direction. It would take time to adjust their numbers back.

The Imperial Fists were indeed suitable. After all, before Dorn's return, they were best known for naval warfare and boarding actions, just look at the naval warfare masters like Phalanx and the Exterminator.

These people had inherent advantages in their stats, with genetic traits that made them naturally suited for this kind of combat, unlike the Ultramarines who needed to be molded.

He then spoke to Tyberos:

“Flesh-eater Sharks, break our people into random groups of no more than five. I’ll shield you with psychic protection, and then I’ll suppress the entire Dark Eldar area using psychic powers.”

“Does it have to be exactly 130 people?”

Tyberos confirmed.

“Yes.”

Rameses looked seriously at the sharks. If the Flesh-eater Sharks weren’t heretics, he would have asked Sister Arabella to send thirteen Sisters to say a pre-battle prayer for them.

Of course, the number wasn’t as important as the Emperor.

But this number was somewhat tied to the Emperor on the Warp level, which is why Rameses preferred using it.

Pop—

The faint ripples in the Warp surged toward the golden sun.

Rameses casually made a psychic call.

Hmm, the Emperor was still watching, no problem.

Transmigrators didn’t have such picky habits. They were practical, after all. In the 40k universe, praying to the Emperor really worked and could improve the chances of success in battle, so why not pray?

Things that objectively existed were not feudal superstitions.