This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 178 The Lamenter: Let Me Save One More (Please give the kid some monthly votes at the beginning of the month, sob sob sob)

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A massive Titan, constructed of spirit bones and nearly as tall as a Warhound-class Titan, is navigating the simulated obstacles with extraordinary agility, deftly circumventing suddenly rising plasma barriers.

Its foot joints, with near-biological flexibility, dodged the energy spikes protruding from the ground, while constantly dealing with attacks from other weapons. The barrage of bullets from the six automatic turrets exploded behind it, creating a series of dazzling sparks.

However, the vast majority of these attacks were dodged by his extraordinary agility.

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Titan dodged the sweeping laser beam with an incredible backward lean, the psychic joints in his spine humming slightly, each turn carrying a dancer-like rhythm, the psionic crystals embedded in his shoulder armor flickering with each movement.

It was as if what was in the testing ground was not a 20-meter-tall Titan creation, but a person conducting tactical training.

The Eldar Titans' performance is indeed superior to that of the galaxy.

The local time acceleration module creates afterimages to the naked eye as it moves, the built-in anti-gravity system allows this behemoth to make sudden stops and changes of direction that defy the laws of physics, and it also possesses a 'psychic fortune-telling operating system'—

This system can implant the soul of a prophet and then provide various forms of psychic support, such as monitoring the changes in the flow of time. It can not only foresee future events and any potential dangers at present, but also fit the future that may change, so that its actions are perfectly synchronized with the threads of fate.

With the aid of a prophetic soul, a Titan can even twist these threads of fate together, making it easier for Doom to find its enemies, thus causing cannon fire or even laser beams to change direction and track these enemies.

It can also unleash a powerful mental roar to inspire allies, dispel their fears, and make them fearless.

In recorded conflicts, the Empire has had to lose at least ten units of the same type of Titan to take down a similar Titan.

Of course, the actual combat situation depends on the skill level of both pilots. If they were to form a battle formation and engage in a direct confrontation, the Imperial Titans might not be a match for the Eldar Titans. However, if they were to get close, they would be easily killed.

To be honest, although I don't quite understand why the Eldar's operating system exists, or why the pilots must be twins or triplets with one dead and one alive, I can understand it.

The Eldar's current technology is fragmented. The Dark Eldar have mastered most of the biotechnology, while the Ark Eldar have mastered most of the psionic technology, but the two groups do not actually share technology.

If they could return to the time of the Ancient Eldar and be resurrected in the material universe at will after death, then the conditions for them to control the Titans would not actually be very demanding.

After all, they are immortal beings, so no matter how much fertility is a problem, their numbers will still increase.

but now--

Ramses found two pairs of white bean sprouts among the many white bean sprouts he had collected along the way, including those Eldar pirates.

"Hey, Arthur."

Ramses spoke, watching the Titans testing various data.

"how?"

Arthur, who was testing AI automatons with Roch on the other side, turned his head to the side.

Before Mars signed the Crimson Accords under pressure from the Emperor, it was a major user of AI. Ten thousand years ago, Castellan automatons didn't need to use cards.

Kaul also possesses the AI ​​prototype of the Casterland Automaton, and as the cooperation between the two sides deepens, he has revealed some of the details.

As for the safety of the AI, after extensive testing, there are indeed no major issues. At least these combat AIs are completely trustworthy, and even if there are risks, the returns are still worthwhile.

To reiterate, AI itself is not prone to problems; it's the people controlling AI who are more likely to cause issues.

The transmigrators don't need to worry about the star sector governor abusing AI, while simultaneously providing the demons with a super productive base by infiltrating, resulting in the creation of a being completely unable to handle issues like the overlord.

For personal use, you'll naturally choose whatever is most convenient.

"How many people are in the Eldar's Eternal Circuit? Could we use their souls to power Titan?"

Ramses couldn't help but daydream.

They gained so many talents just by destroying a small, remnant Ark world. What if they had directly taken down an Eldar Ark?

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Before Arthur could reply, the Eldar twins, having heard Ramses' words, fell silent.

Those are their own kind! How can they discuss how to destroy an Ark world in front of them, even if—

It seems like it might actually work.

“Sir, I have been to Iyanden.”

A twin whispered:
“I once received training in the path of the Bone Singer there. As long as I can counter the prophecies of the Council of the Prophets of Eyanden, I can use my soul as the anchor point of the prophecy to lock onto the location of the Ark World.”

Ramses disliked being called a god, so the vast majority of Eldar always referred to the Lord of Knowledge as "that person".

This deity is merciful. Although it is obvious to all that he values ​​humanity more, he is willing to provide additional protection to other beings in the warp as long as you can play a sufficient role.

For example, there were the space dwarves who later entered the realm of the gods, and the Tu clan scientists known as the Tau.

Life in the warp was, to be honest, much more comfortable than they had imagined.

The Divine Realm of Knowledge has a clear promotion system. Whether you choose to languish in the subspace and slowly grind away, or if you want to improve and start honing your professional skills, you can always survive. After all, theoretically, there will always be endless work to do in the subspace.

You could even assist the 'lord who rules the world' in political matters, but the intensity of the political work in the human empire is unbearable for anyone to handle, and generally no member of any race would dare to take on this job.

Ramses himself didn't know, but he was just trying to use these Eldar in various ways, and he was always the one who profited.

For example, the Eldar Titans' research provides the Eldar with Soulstones and bodies, allowing those illiterate Eldar who have spent their lives in constant combat to play a role and fight for humanity.

The Eldar, on the other hand, were quite happy.

Please, while their KPIs are certainly higher than those of the Astartes, there are still some, aren't there?

Being able to customize one's space within the God of Knowledge Realm, and then, once one's permissions are higher, even the time spent breathing in the real universe, although the degree of freedom is limited, one truly gains a sense of security.

Fighting a war comes with subsidies, you can get some fresh air, and you won't fall into the hands of Sinhalese if you die. This is a job worth doing.

Geminis have absolutely no hesitation when it comes to betraying their teammates.

Would you call this betraying your teammates?
This brings blessings to our people!
Arthur and Ramses exchanged a glance.

They have apparently developed a group of elf demi-humans.

"It seems that Iyanden also has an old woman's sword, right?"

Ramses asked.

"Yes, the Twilight Spear."

Arthur nodded.

"If it is presented in the shape of a spear, it will burn away the soul and life force of the holder and be sealed in a static force field by the Council of Prophets."

"Now we have a chance to get our hands on two."

Ramses responded optimistically.

The Soul Sword in the Eye of Fear and the Twilight Spear of Iyanden are relatively easier to find, as the former has a known location and unlocking method, while the latter is not only difficult to find but also prone to encountering the strongest Ark world.

"That will have to wait until later. Don't forget Romulus's decision."

Everything must make way for the new human empire of the transmigrators.

The time travelers haven't even started their farming measures yet.

Leaving aside the material guarantee of their military strength, without a demonstrative example to demonstrate to the outside world, they cannot persuade other human worlds to join them.

We really can't afford to fight any more wars.

"The priority right now is dealing with the swarm. Once we've completed communication with Macurag, we'll start construction. We can talk about other things later."

Arthur continued to focus on attacking the automaton, causing it to continuously input data.

Automaton units are actually quite effective against Chaos. As long as they don't run into characters like Vashtor, they perform much more consistently than humans.

"Yes, the mess that is the empire will have to be shattered and rebuilt sooner or later."

Ramses acknowledged, then suddenly straightened up, slashed through the void with one hand, and opened a warp portal.

A distant shriek echoed from the dark purple rift, and he decisively stepped inside.

Go post some tasks first.

"From now on, you two will be in charge of controlling the Titan, and you can discuss and switch the physical bodies yourselves."

He casually uttered a sentence, and the sound became ethereal as the portal closed, making the Spirit Bone Titan's movements more agile.

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Arthur attacked in silence.

Luo He watched the data stream scroll before his eyes, his fingertips leaving a series of afterimages on the virtual keyboard. He silently calculated the combat data and transmitted it to Romulus, entrusting the Lord of Dawn to formulate a combat plan.

Another war is about to break out.
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This is the biggest lie I've ever told in my life.

On the shattered city walls, the biting wind of the plateau whipped up the shoulder armor that had been covered in gunpowder smoke. We traversed the plateau, our power boots grinding through a mixture of frozen earth and broken bones, searching for the breath of life.

Finally, we found the last survivor amidst the ruins.

They were well-trained, an army, and in their shelter we met a group of children.

I watched as a ragged child darted out from the crowd, her withered hand gripping mine as she said:

"My angel, have you come to save us?"

Her small hand gripped mine, but the soft touch felt like the sharpest pebble, making me instinctively release my grip.

A simple object bumped against the terracotta, and the girl hurriedly withdrew her fingertips, which brushed against the battle damage marks at the seams of the armor. The sound was more captivating than the prayers of a pastor inside a magnificent church.

She was so flustered, and behind her, dozens of children were looking at me with hopeful eyes.

A putrid stench filled the air. In the thick fog, pulsating flesh-colored pipes were draining every inch of nutrients from the soil. In the sky, dark clouds made of gargoyles blotted out the sun.

In the northeastern corner of this continent, the space elevator that still persists in operation is only offering sporadic resistance.

We don't have time.

I said—

"Yes, kid."

Malakin Forros, the leader of the Weeping Warriors, grasped the child's hand again and replied earnestly:

"I'm here to save you."

We still have the life to buy time.

but--

The Emperor Angel felt powerless; the powerful physique bestowed upon him by the Emperor was unusually fragile at this moment.

This is not despair, nor is it a complaint about the injustice of the world. Those who weep never complain about fate, because fate has never been fair.

He simply felt sadness, the sadness of facing the inevitable passing of life and the helplessness he felt in the face of it all.

A deep sorrow welled up inside, convulsing and raging.

How many more can we save?

(End of this chapter)