Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Watching the burning planet turning under his feet, Warmaster Rhys placed his hands on the carefully carved brass armrests.

"Another planet belonging to the Emperor has been reduced to nothing."

The Warmaster's servants of scribes recorded his words, quills rustling on parchment, for Lys's descendants to admire.

"If we can return to the Cadia sector earlier, we can build a better defense." An admiral said standing behind Reese.

Reese looked back at the admiral, his eyes swept from top to bottom, and finally his eyes were fixed on the admiral's face.

The admiral has a short and thick neck, his hair is neatly cut, and his eyes are sharp and determined.

A pair of pitch-black boots were poorly taken care of, and the traces left by walking in muddy trenches had not yet been wiped away by brightener and fine cloth. There were large traces of dried mud on the hem of the coat and on the knees.

Reese is a traditional Cadian. Rules and regulations have been integrated into his blood since he was six years old. He can blame the admiral for not taking care of his clothes without any burden, or he can follow this reason. Knock an admiral down to the bottom.

"Creed." Reese said, "You know we can't return to defense early. There are wars everywhere in the empire."

Creed did not rush to refute Reese's words, but expressed his opinion with his eyes.

"Yes, the Cardia defense zone is very important. The suggestion you made to return to defense a few years ago is quite meaningful from today's perspective." Reese emphasized his tone, "But your words are the biggest problem. You The wavering and distrust of the Cadia defense line shown in your words almost killed you! If I hadn't guaranteed you in the Ministry of Military Affairs, not to mention your rank of general, even your eighth regiment would have been dismantled and reorganized. !”

Creed lowered his head. He was grateful for Reese's love and care for him.

Rhys looked at Creed. He had two reasons for helping Creed.

First, Creed has strong commanding ability and has turned the tide many times in battles. This is why he was able to obtain the position of general at the age of forty.

The empire never hesitates to reward those who are truly talented.

Second, Reese is not a fool. He has lived for 180 years and has seen more political struggles than Creed's shooting training. Creed's defensive remarks were just an excuse for someone who was jealous of his military exploits.

A communicator with an eagle on Reese's hand sounded. He waved to Creed and motioned for him to exit the room. The next words were not something that a guilty little admiral could hear.

Creed saluted Reese and turned around to leave. He stood in the corridor outside the door, which was also a good place for viewing. Creed could see the burning situation of the planet from another angle by just turning his head slightly.

Will this fate befall Cardia?

Creed thought hard, and he felt that this was entirely possible.

Lys, like other generals, believed that Cadia was still an impenetrable iron wall, and they did not take the attacks of Chaos to heart.

Why did Reese and other senior generals become so complacent?

Creed thought of many events at once.

The first is the ‘Grumpy Wave Incident’ that happened decades ago. The purple-colored Eyes of Fear were replaced by the red of blood, and boundless fury gathered into waves that violently washed over the Cadia Fortress.

They thought that the Chaos Legion would soon rush out of the Eye of Terror with this rage, but there was no trace of the enemy fleet. Instead, the Emperor's sacred golden light overshadowed the fury of the God of War.

The Eye of Terror boiled for the second time, scarlet, pink, and golden light mixed together to create a fierce fight. The Cadian High Command selected a group of the most elite psykers and ordered them to spy on the Eye of Terror.

As soon as the formation of a hundred psykers was launched, half of them were killed by headshots, 30 psykers had their eyes and brains burned off, 10 psykers were covered in fire, and 9 psykers were on the spot. Become a brilliant crystal.

The last remaining psyker spoke with his last breath, "The Great God-Emperor is at war with the Gods of Destruction, and legendary legions stand around the throne..."

Later, the Eye of Terror began to sparkle and writhe again. Nurgle's plague, Tzeentch's magic crystal, and Khorne's blood gathered into a ball and slowly floated towards Cadia. Mortals would be driven to despair just by witnessing this power. Crushing spirit.

The destructive power that flowed out suddenly dissipated, and everyone could not find the reason for the dissipation of the destructive power for a while. Only the bishop of the state church was ecstatic to enshrine a glittering golden statue of the emperor, trumpeting that the emperor was already destroying the gods. gain the upper hand in the battle.

The God-Emperor has paved everything for the human empire, and even the smooth navigation of this subspace is due to his hand.

This is the most popular view in the Cadia sector. From the slave workers to the governor, everyone is overconfident in the future. It was as if they had defeated the Black Legion and Abaddon's head had been crushed by holy fire.

"You look worried?"

Creed's thoughts were interrupted by the voice of questioning. He looked back and found a male major and a female sergeant standing behind him.

The major's shoulder insignia is painted with the number 101 in white, followed by a trapezoidal white block, which means that he is from the 1010th Armored Regiment of Cardia.

There is an Iron Cross on his chest with six small bronze stars, which means that he has received this honor six times.

Relying on this alone, Creed couldn't tell who it was. There were quite a few crew members of the 101st Armored Regiment who received such honors.

"Major Bendict." Creed judged Bendict's identity through a four-star iron Sky Eagle medal on his chest. Not many people could win the Sky Eagle medal.

Bendict's cheeks were a little red, and he was excited to see Creed.

Bendict and Creed were Cadians who graduated at the same time. He was a major in an armored regiment, while Creed had already become a general.

What a legend.

Bendict sighed as he noticed that Creed had set his sights on the female sergeant behind him.

"Don't say it, let me think about it." Creed raised his hand to stop Bendict's reminder, "I think you are a survivor of the 441st Regiment, right? You fought very heroically in the War at the Volod Factory Area."

The sergeant's face darkened a bit, "The traitors planted the bomb, and our entire regiment fell all the way to the fragile floor..."

"I'm sorry, but why did you come here? It can't be just to see what I look like, right?" Creed smiled humorously, and gestured to the sergeant to hand over the document in her hand.

"The survivors of our regiment will be incorporated into your regiment." The sergeant handed the document to Creed.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Aurora, sir."