I write apocrypha in Warhammer

Over there at Crimson Star.

After the battle, the Imperial soldiers cleaned up the battlefield and made some repairs.

In order to exterminate those two thousand Chaos Warriors, they themselves also lost nearly seven hundred Primaris Cans and more than twenty thousand mortal soldiers.

Among them, the Weepers suffered the most losses, with a direct loss of two hundred people.

Chapter Master Foros felt deeply ashamed of this casualty figure.

One is because he and his men failed to suppress the enemy's counterattack in time.

The second is because he himself was knocked to the ground by the Chaos Lord.

If Clone Fulgrim hadn't taken action in time, the consequences would have been uncontrollable.

"No one can be completely prepared to face a cult of Khorne."

Wei Mu comforted the wounded Chapter Leader in front of him.

In his view, strength is not just invincibility.

Being able to endure endless suffering and still remain sincere and kind is actually a manifestation of strength.

In this regard, the Weeper does a pretty good job.

"Although it is wrong to say this, I still have to remind you that our Chapter is cursed. This has been fully confirmed in various experiences in the past, and according to the results revealed by the Emperor Tarot Card, the future lies ahead. There will still be more tragic fates waiting for us."

Fros said with some frustration.

If a person is unlucky, even drinking cold water can fill the space between his teeth.

Although the warriors of the Lamenters are undaunted by any threat or challenge, there is still nothing they can do about this damn fate.

As its name describes, the entire Lamenters Chapter has been immersed in a certain atmosphere of sadness and despair since its establishment.

They only hope to bring this despair to the enemies of mankind, and that is enough.

"So you think your bad luck may lead to the failure of this operation?" Wei Mu tried to ask.

"That's a curse, Lord Jiedushi. It's far from just bad luck." Foros corrected, "It may be the best arrangement for our battle group to attack the Word Bearers together with the greenskin army."

No one likes a group of hapless people, and the Weepers are always discriminated against.

So before you are disliked by your colleagues around you, taking the initiative to leave is the best choice for everyone.

"For you, I have prepared a very immoral arrangement."

Wei Mu said suddenly, with a subtle expression on his face.

"what is that?"

Foros asked cautiously.

Because of this misfortune, they have suffered too much discrimination, and they have even become accustomed to it. They only hope that the Jiedushi will not make them suffer too much.

"I just put you near me."

Wei Mu answered seriously, as if he had made a wise decision that even he was full of praise for.

That triumphant gesture just had the words "As expected of me" written directly on his face.

"Then what?" the battle leader asked in surprise.

This sounds like a very simple arrangement, and it has nothing to do with morality, let alone any wisdom or martial arts.

Foros had no idea what kind of medicine the Jiedushi was selling in his gourd.

Wei Mu opened his mouth to explain, but Sarkozy on the side rushed to answer:

"And because of your presence, no matter what happens to others next, they will not be the most unlucky."

The pied clown revealed the mystery, his face full of remembrance for the unfortunate, as if he was mourning the deceased.

The most unlucky ones are always the weepers, which sounds like a joke from hell.

However, the Chapter Leader was a smart man and quickly understood the meaning behind the joke.

"You mean, we actually bear the malice of this universe for the people around us?" Foros tried to ask.

If this could explain their misfortune, it would be a completely different matter.

"Whether the truth is true or not is not important. What is important is that the misfortune that happened to you can be understood in this way, can't it?"

Wei Mu said with a smile.

"If this matter spreads, maybe your chapter will become the empire's lucky charm from now on and become very popular. Presumably your chapter's living environment will also be greatly improved as a result."

At this point, Wei Mu had even imagined the scene where all the forces in the empire began to compete with the Weeper in order to gain good luck.

In two similar battles, the casualties shared with other battle groups were 50-50, and the casualties with the Lamenters were 28-20.

The data is here, everyone knows how to choose teammates to benefit themselves

For example, in the encirclement and annihilation battle just now, if the Chaos Warriors did not attack the Weeper's position, the casualties would have to be borne by other battle groups.

Their "misfortune" led to the "good fortune" of other Chapters.

What's more, it's not anyone else's fault. The Wailers are so unlucky. Even if they fly solo, they are still miserable. Who can blame them?

So there won't be any psychological burden.

"This...can we really do this?" Foros asked in surprise.

In the past, the high lords disliked them to death.

Because of their background as Cursed Jianjun, the Weepers suffered discrimination, their supplies were withheld, and their lives were always tight.

The harsh living environment meant that their chapter had never been able to reach full strength before the Indomitus Crusade.

He sewed his own clothes if they were torn, and mended the leaks of his warships.

Each member is forced to become an all-round player who is proficient in cooking, cleaning and repairing, negotiating and haggling, and they wish they could be divided into ten people.

But now, Wei Mu actually told Foros that their weepers could become the empire's lucky talisman, something like a group pet.

"Why not? Why don't I take the time to help you publicize it? Your misfortune is only for you, not for others like the evil star - but are you really willing to accept this fate?"

Wei Mu warned.

"From now on, you will become very popular, but it is also possible that all colleagues who are close to you will have the mentality of [making themselves lucky and making you unlucky]. Can you tolerate such an arrangement?"

After all, enduring the pain caused by fate is completely different from enduring the pain caused by others.

You can't hate fate, but you can hate others.

Weimu worries whether the Lamenters will be able to withstand this change.

Apparently he was overthinking it.

"No problem." Foros nodded immediately, "Rather than being tortured by unreasonable fate, enduring suffering for our colleagues can better reflect our value."

The unfortunate people who were cursed could actually have such a dazzling stage. Foros had never felt that the fate of the weeper could be so hopeful.

"Don't forget about being popular." Wei Mu reminded, "To endure suffering for others is a very respected behavior, just like...the emperor on the golden throne."

In order for the entire race to continue, that man sat on the most terrifying torture machine in the galaxy for more than 10,000 years.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, how can the suffering we endure be compared to His." Foros said quickly.

"But your actions are the same, and there is no need to be modest about this." Wei Mu said with a smile, "If you feel worthy of such a comparison, then please work harder. The road ahead is full of bumps, and now is the time. It’s a time for sacrifice.”

"Of course, I will give everything for the people I cherish, as always."

Foros gave him heartfelt respect for the young man in front of him who was about to change the destiny of his war group.

As their genetic father Sangliese said, they can make everything better.

Even if that object is the weeper.