This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 208 Waiting for You to Grow Up (5k)

In the magnificent hall, the static force field glowed with a faint blue light, freezing time into an eternal moment.

To be honest, when Ramses first met Robert Guilliman, he wasn't particularly moved.

Because this Primarch was neither particularly imposing nor as imposing as expected, and he could not speak.

What Ramses saw was more like a dead man.

The Primarch, seated atop the throne, was positioned in a rather dignified manner by the Ultramarines. Even the armor on his body cleverly concealed the scar on his neck, making the Primarch appear flawless.

However, from the perspective of the subspace, that intense sense of death lingered.

This is a 'dead man' whose throat was slit by Forgrim, trapped by the deadly poison of the warp, and placed in a stasis field to freeze his death at this moment.

Ramses didn't even dare let Arthur get too close to the Primarch, fearing that the Primarch might actually die under Arthur's influence.

Maybe then everyone's soul count will increase significantly.

A hellish joke involuntarily popped into his head.

"After analysis, the effectiveness of the Armor of Destiny is insufficient."

Standing to the side, Kaul couldn't help but sigh.

"The Armor of Fate can only maintain the existence of the physical body, but it cannot prevent the demise of the original soul."

"It seems they're determined to get the power of death. Caul, you need to give us more votes. The resurrection of the Regent depends on this."

Ramses couldn't help but pat the Great Sage's heavy chassis.

During this time, he was studying the Primarch's structure, trying to carve out a Primarch body that could move around for everyone, while Caul was researching how to resurrect Guilliman.

These loyal Primarchs are either dead, lying down, or missing.

If we were to compare these Primarchs to gym members, Guilliman would probably be the only one still lifting weights.

Master Luo no longer wants to lift weights; he just wants to finish dealing with the Empire's side and start his alternate account. Now, he can only rely on the Regent.

"I will, once your ceremony—the plan—is complete."

He paused deliberately on the word "ritual," his mechanical voice carrying a subtle hesitation.

Leaving aside the fact that the title of Regent was obviously off, Ramses' methods were indeed a bit unconventional.

"Bring more troops with you then."

He added that a robotic arm was swinging unconsciously, projecting a map of the Makulagh Guard's troop deployment.

The cooperation between the two sides did indeed become increasingly transparent as the expedition progressed, and the plan to resurrect the Primarch became almost an open secret.

After all, lifting up the big blueberry is a consensus among many forces, and even Chaos itself hopes that the card pool can be rerun.

Ramses' plan was indeed a bit too far-fetched, perhaps even too much like the subspace.

Using a weapon imbued with the power of Death to kill Guilliman before the warp poison can kill him, and then using the power of Death to bring back the Primarch's soul, relying on the armor of destiny to protect the Primarch's body, Guilliman's resurrection in the material universe can be completed.

Yes, we're very familiar with each other.

The emperor's favorite son, who lies in the Temple of Devon, has something to say.

"Don't worry, I'm a psionicist. Numbers don't matter to me. I'll get it done in one go."

Ramses waved his hand dismissively.

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Kaul looked at Ramses as if he were looking at Irebas.

The Primarchs of the Ultramarines, Dark Angels, and Blood Angels all ascended the Temple of Devon, and the Legion's internal records are fully aware of the reasons for Horus's corruption.
This method of resurrection involves inflicting a fatal blow on the original entity.
We'll see if the Ultra Warrior agrees then, and that's it.

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Kaul's silence was deafening.

"Lord Romulus."

Ramses turned his head when he heard Ernesto de la Cruz's voice from behind.

These ancient, invincible Iron Guards have stood here ever since they returned to Macurag, without ever attempting to take over the power within the Ultramarines, even though Kalgar welcomed it.

It wasn't for any other secret reason.

The only problem is that their resurrection is very mysterious, very warp-like, making you wonder if it's a warp conspiracy, so it's not suitable for excessive involvement in contemporary warbands.

Even the resurrected members of the Sons of Dorne wouldn't interfere in the internal affairs of the various chapters.

"nailed it?"

Seeing the Invincible Iron Guards fall into seclusion again, Ramses asked.

This meeting has been going on for two days now.

"?"

Romulus looked surprised.

"Do you have some misunderstanding about the efficiency of the Empire?"

He handed a thick document to Caul, the original of which was so covered with annotations and stamps that its original color was almost unrecognizable.

The restoration of Altera's military strength will require the assistance of the Cult of Mechanics, and given Guilliman's importance, it's unlikely that Caul would refuse.

"Based on past cases, the meeting should have only completed the discussion of tax items and a basic plan for one sector, which is still under the assistance of Lord Romulus."

Kaul silently accepted the plan for restoring Ottara's military strength.

Given the crucial premise of Guilliman's resurrection, he indeed had no reason to refuse.

Especially after experiencing the Tyranid invasion, he had come to a profound realization that entrusting important tasks to the Empire would be a disaster.

"Well, I underestimated the Empire."

Ramses, upon receiving Romulus's documents, surrendered immediately upon seeing the dense text, losing all interest in reading them.

The appendix alone, titled "Secondary Proposal on Adjusting Food Rationing in the Fortress World of the Hazy Starfield," has over 700 pages.

He glanced at the Invincible Iron Guards who had instinctively moved closer because of Romulus's arrival, and spoke.

"In other words, we need to settle things with Altera and the Great Vortex first, and then use that as a foundation."

He paused meaningfully.

"We can still manage to get one over in the Third Reich, right?"

Ernesto de la Cruz, who had stepped forward to await Romulus's orders, almost couldn't hide his sorrowful expression again.

"Ah."

Romulus nodded seriously and converted the series of tasks into paper documents to distribute to the Invincible Iron Guard.

"The Hades Galaxy can also be considered; we need another backup area in the Dark Side region."

Although not entirely satisfied with the current state of the Empire, it must be admitted that before 999.m41, Dawn Wings must maintain relative restraint.

They need to build up their strength, deal with the events that have caused immense losses to humanity, and create a more attractive model than the human empire until that day comes.

The Thirteenth Black Expedition.

Of course, whether it exists or not is another matter.

In fact, if we only consider Abaddon's military strength, Romulus was confident that he could prevent the destruction of Cardia.

Moreover, considering how much Ramses has ravaged Vashtor, it's hard to say whether Dun's dream fleet will ever reach the size it once had.

The problem is that the Chaos faction, and even the Emperor himself, may implicitly support overturning the table in Kadia.

After Abaddon destroyed a series of Blackrock strongholds in the first twelve Black Crusades, it was no longer realistic to rely solely on Kadia to block the Eye of Terror.

Romulus had to consider that the thirteenth Black Crusade might be larger in scale than the time travelers remembered.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh. There were still more than two hundred years until the thirteenth Black Expedition. What he should be thinking about now is how to quickly acquire a piece of land and rebuild the sector according to his own ideas.

At the same time, we must be more proactive and build a comprehensive talent development system as soon as possible to get involved in the development of various planets.

The Empire has always been laissez-faire towards the various planets, but at this point in time, there is clearly no time to wait for them to develop slowly, and central intervention is imperative.

We should also take this opportunity to instill authoritarian ideology throughout the entire sector.

"Look, it's Lord Romulus."

A suppressed gasp came from outside the psionic barrier.

"Keep your voice down, Raphael, don't disturb them."

Xilin couldn't help but remind her.

She couldn't understand why her new companion, who had already undergone Astartes reconstruction surgery, was so excited.

Don't we see the Primarchs every day?

Romulus noticed the familiar tone of voice and couldn't help but look up.

Psychic powers are always so convenient; outsiders cannot hear their conversations, yet they can easily capture information from the outside world.

This is a sanctuary.

However, it is usually open to imperial citizens and even allows photography. It is usually quite bustling, but recently there have been many Astartes visiting this place, which has made it unusually solemn.

Because everyone was pressed for time, Calgar, who was lying on his deathbed in the ICU, suddenly sat up and finally left the infirmary on the eve of the farewells of the various chapters, organizing the various chapters to come here to pay homage to the Primarch.

Even after the celebrations ended, Space Marines continued to flock to the site to pay their respects to Robert Guilliman.

Of course, it also includes a group of young men and women.

They were touring Hera Fortress under the guidance of Arabella, now canonized, of the Holy Rosary Order. Although, judging from Arabella's expression, she clearly didn't want to be canonized.

After realizing what kind of being the Emperor was, the nun gradually abandoned the analysis of so-called doctrines and instead used them as creeds to restrain herself, and then began to devote herself to education.

Seeing Karna wave at him from afar, Romulus, who was silently following at the back of the group, watched the energetic children and couldn't help but smile.

As the planet with perhaps the most advanced level of human civilization in the galaxy, Macurag deserves this title.

Romulus himself is also reading Guilliman's governing plan and analyzing Makulagh's governance model.

Therefore, after completing the initial handover with the Ultramarines, the first thing the Dawnwing did was to organize a tour for these teenagers who were still receiving education, mainly to learn about the Macragge administrative system and the local culture.

Although people often complain about the fact that those educationally developed regions can always visit this and that, that's a problem of uneven distribution of educational resources.

Now that they have the means, they naturally want to provide these children with a better environment.

Even for those members who are already involved in the work, he will continue to organize similar activities.

Anyway, the meeting will last a long time.

"Lord Romulus."

Outside the venue, upon seeing Romulus walking towards her, the now-young Celine grabbed Erica beside her and waved excitedly, her heterochromatic hair standing out conspicuously in the crowd.

"Hello."

Romulus waved gently.

"Sir, when can we truly get down to work?"

Xilin quickly asked.

Her colleagues either went into technical or combat positions, but these outstanding members kept delaying their joining the workforce.

Occasionally, I participate in various tasks arranged by Arabella, but at most, I only learn about them.

Romulus smiled, slightly relieved of his worries, and asked with a smile:
"What, the assisted governance system can no longer support your wisdom?"

"no no."

Fearing that Romulus might think she was all talk and no action, Sirin quickly waved her hand to explain.

"I just want to help out as much as possible. Xier and the others have already thrown themselves into their work, while I'm still learning. I'm a little uneasy."

She also understood that Romulus required them to continue their studies in order to take on a heavier responsibility.

But young people, seeing others already shining and contributing their own light and heat, inevitably become a little impatient.

"Yes, we all want to help you."

Many young men and women echoed this sentiment. In the past few days, they had visited the administrative system of Macragge, read about the history of Macragge, and learned about the Primarchs' expectations of them.

Young hearts are increasingly impatient.

"Haha, wait until you're a bit older."

Romulus laughed, reassuring the children.

"Study hard. During this peaceful time, all you need to do is focus on your studies and enrich yourselves."

He gently placed his hand on the girl's trembling shoulder, feeling the vibrant life force of the young people emanating from their thin uniforms, and then gazed at the light shining in their eyes.

"You are the future of humanity."

The words resonated in everyone's heart like a morning bell.

His words silenced the previously restless young people.

The young people were surprised to find that the Primarch's eyes held an almost pious expectation when he said these words.

Children are the future.

Romulus looked at the young men and women with tenderness.

And this future is thriving under their protection.
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"The last time we had three Glory Queens and five Primarchs here was back then."

Ramses and Caul studied Guilliman together.

"That vibrant scene of life, where everything flourishes, is still vivid in my mind."

The exclamations echoed again, as a group of extreme warriors stood there, drenched in sweat.

Stop talking, Uncle, please stop talking.

"Don't put pressure on people."

After greeting the children, Romulus returned and sent a document to Ramses.

"Next, we're going to establish an independent army. Out of respect for the Primarchs, we'll just have to ostensibly abide by the Codex Astartes. As for that Dawnwing insignia and the matching set of symbols that you've been eyeing, get it done quickly. We'll have to file it with Terra later."

"It's all ready."

Ramses directly used his psionic energy to create a physical object.

A sun crown, a drop of blood, and four wings.

The armor is painted in a gold and red color scheme, with silver and crimson trim covering the left shoulder to commemorate the Holy Rose Order and the 43rd Regiment of the Cardia, the 'Broken Sword', which they first encountered.

The black, red, and gold color scheme is quite nice, and it has plenty of features.

Is something missing?
Romulus stroked his chin. "Did you three forget about me when you were studying the logo?"

He raised his finger and pointed to the emblem.

"The Holy Blood Angels?"

"This drop of blood."

"The Dark Angels?"

"These wings."

"Thousand Sons?"

"This solar crown."

"Where are the Ultramarines?"

Romulus asked in surprise.

"The elements are on their way; they will arrive in nine hours."

Ramses said in a very serious tone.

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Ernesto de la Cruz covered his face, turned his back, and faced the wall to begin his confession.

The Invincible Iron Guards, who were recently in a state of self-isolation, did the same thing as him.
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"What a pity, it seems the Primarchs have no intention of separating."

Outside the conference hall, among the assembled representatives, Eos Radilla, the representative of the State Religion, sighed softly.

If anyone truly wishes for the four Primarchs to be separated, then without a doubt, besides the Minister of State, Itu Hammertalion, it would be Eos Radilra.

It's such a waste that the four Primarchs are all together. Considering the Church of the Dawn, which has now spread to Amegadoton, the State Church could have developed at least four important branches with the help of the Primarchs' aura, further expanding its influence within the Empire.

“As officials of Holy Terra, we must consider the long term and take a holistic view. Bishop Eos, you cannot just focus on the small territory of the state church.”

Violetta, the representative of the Ministry of Military Affairs, couldn't help but reprimand him.

She felt that the Primarch brought more positive benefits than negative ones. He not only assisted the Ministry of Military Affairs in sorting out the defenses of the Extreme Starfield, but also trained artillery support corps and heavy armored corps with a combined cost of hundreds of millions for the Astragalus Army.

The weapons were all reimbursed by them.

Everyone is now investigating whether the four Primarchs have gained control of a Forging World.

"That's because I never focus on the small territory of the state religion."

Bishop Eos had long awaited reform. Although the current state church still possessed the strongest grassroots mobilization capability in the Empire, a fact acknowledged even by the Primarchs, corruption and decadence were also breeding grounds within the Empire's bloated system.

The reason he and Amotallion were able to reach a consensus was precisely because they had conflicting views on the future of the empire.

One side is extremely conservative, while the other pursues reform.

Amotallion said reluctantly:

"We must move forward side by side with the new forces."

He disliked the idea of ​​having fresh blood at all, as it represented instability.

However, he could accept that the Primarch did not intend to extend his reach into the Solar System.

He then left the group with his staff.

"Are you planning to meet with the other chapter commanders?"

Noticing Amotarion's actions, Navigator's envoy Kadak Mir couldn't help but inquire.

He came here simply to help the Star Language Court and the Navigators investigate why the Dawn Fleet's communications were more stable.

I'm still completely baffled; all I can say is that the Emperor is blessing us.

"Well, Lord Romulus encourages communication, and I think I should explain my thoughts to the representatives of each warband."

He replied, and then left, led by an Ultramariner.

Amotarion never gave up the idea of ​​weakening the Primarch's political power.

This is a matter of principle.

(End of this chapter)