This Is Our Warhammer Journey

With the capture of the fleet’s governor, the outcome of the battle was already sealed.

It was just a matter of useless struggles from the scattered soldiers under the sharp gaze that could pierce through them. After the governor’s escape and attempts drained the strength of powerful individuals, the regular soldiers from the conspiracy group had no way of opposing the sharks, who had already gained a numerical advantage.

The only resistance from the xenos was to gather their remaining forces into a huddle and attempt to break through the blockade along the main route to return to their cruiser.

Unfortunately, they were surrounded by continuous explosive bolts and lasers before they could even gather.

Garna listened to the unending sound of gunfire and chainsaw roars, watching as one angry shark after another charged forward, tearing the last enemies into pieces. He showed no intention of claiming honor but instead planted his halberd—already missing half its blade—into the ground.

He glanced at Arthur with envy, wondering how Arthur’s shield hadn’t even gotten a scratch, even after taking several separation blasts when they surrounded the governor.

“Want to see?”

Arthur, noticing Garna’s gaze fixed on his sword-shield, gripped the hilt of his sword with his other hand.

“Sure.”

“Go ahead, look.”

Arthur interlocked the sword and shield, stabbed them down, and struck a very cool pose.

“…Do you think you’re funny?”

“After the fight, shouldn’t we relax a bit?”

“Good joke, but don’t tell it again next time.”

Garna sighed and pressed his hand to his forehead.

“Uh—”

Arthur quickly stopped striking poses and handed over the sword’s hilt.

“For me?”

Arthur didn’t really mind either way.

“No, no, I just envy how the old man enchants his gear. I’ll try to do the same if I get a chance.”

Garna waved his hand dismissively. He wasn’t about to take his buddy’s gear. If he really wanted, he could just materialize a whole set with soul manifestation; it was just missing the enchantments.

“Although, clearly there’s no opportunity this time.”

“No opportunity is a good thing.”

Arthur nodded sincerely, his spirits high.

“Yeah, no opportunity is a good thing.”

Garna looked up.

Beside them, the chamber was mostly intact, with hundreds of different bodies piled together. Blood seeped out, crushed by the weight of the corpses, staining the area.

The remaining bodies couldn’t be gathered anymore, especially in the chambers Garna and Tyberos passed through, where they would have to wait for the servitors sent by the Great Sage Kaul to slowly clean up.

The Apothecary of the Devouring Sharks and the intellectual council were busy counting the loot from the xenos.

Normally, at this point, he should have been gathering the bodies of his fallen comrades, recovering their gene-seeds, and checking on the wounded brothers. Instead, he was here calculating profits like a miser.

But in truth, there were no dead comrades.

“We won.”

Won, and won completely.

All enemies were wiped out, and their score? Zero casualties.

“Thank you for your command, Lord Romulus.”

After counting the soldiers, Tyberos spoke with admiration. He had never fought such an easy battle.

“Whether it’s your command skills or the vast battlefield experience of the commanders, to fight alongside warriors like these… I’m very fortunate.”

Although compliments like these had never been formed in his mind since he could remember, Tyberos still spoke honestly.

No one died.

Without the help of these ancient warriors, even if more than a hundred men had been sent, achieving such a result would have been impossible.

With just over thirty ancient warriors, they were able to lead one hundred and thirty men to this glorious victory. If such warriors numbered in the thousands, no, even during the time when Astartes still belonged to legions, there would probably be countless warriors like them.

Tyberos’ eyes couldn’t help but shine with longing. What kind of monumental wave of time could have forged such warriors in the days when the Emperor still walked the earth?

Romulus recognized the longing in his gaze but didn’t respond.

Because, as the saying goes, those who know their own business—if you can’t beat the enemy even with cheats on, it’s better to bury yourself.

A poet who can’t even win with cheats?

“You flatter me.”

Romulus replied humbly:

“The bravery of the sharks also left a deep impression on us.”

“Compared to you, we are much younger.”

Tyberos scanned the warriors of the Imperial Fists, their once pristine power armor now bearing scratches, some even stained with blood and puncture wounds.

At the sight of their commander’s gaze, the sharks standing beside them couldn’t help but feel genuine shame.

Especially the three sharks who had been ambushed while surrounding the Nightmare, seeing the scars on the elder’s helmet, their joy from the victory vanished.

They had shared the battlefield with the elder in search of glory, yet the elder had been injured protecting them, even risking death in the midst of such a dangerous battlefield.

They were warriors, battle-hardened, but here they were, protected like children in swaddling clothes.

“The Devouring Sharks are clear on rewards and punishments.”

Tyberos said coldly.

The sharks nodded solemnly in response. Once back with the battle group, they would undergo trials again to prove they were still worthy to fight with the regiment.

Romulus moved his lips, unsure of how to intervene. After all, he wasn’t sure how the internal culture of a battle group would affect them, and making a rash decision could result in an unhappy outcome for everyone.

But he understood the sharks’ culture, as special circumstances meant they valued the battle strength that had already formed within their regiment.

Even the intellectual council member Cahulangi, who had lost the Solitude Glass, was spared his life after providing a reasonable explanation and was now on a journey to retrieve the Emperor’s artifact. They didn’t have to worry about them doing anything abstract or overly extreme.

No one had died.

Romulus shook his head, thinking optimistically as he continued his post-battle summary.

In this fight, he had basically gauged his ability to handle things on the real battlefield. The only downside was that this battle was essentially fought with cheats, so its reference value was a bit lacking.

Of course, using cheats was still a part of strength. If the Four Gods could use them, there was no reason they couldn’t.

No matter how absurd, it wasn’t like he was hiding this or that in a situation where he was only risking his life with others. That wouldn’t be worthy of the sharks’ trust in him.

Next was the battlefield data he had recorded.

Romulus integrated the combat data of all the participants and packed it into a panel he had completely transformed.