This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 226 You guys are so advanced now, Earth must be a better place, right?
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A formation of several Stormbirds passed through the energy shield and landed on the helipad. Amidst the howling wind, the formation of Stormbirds tore through the clouds, their sharply defined armor creating ripples of dark blue as they passed through the energy shield, before finally landing steadily on the helipad.

"I find it hard to imagine how these aircraft manage to maneuver within the atmosphere."

Bill pushed up his slipped glasses, the lenses reflecting the Stormbird's sharp wing edges. Looking at the disastrous aerodynamic shape, he couldn't help but mutter to his colleague.

"Perhaps she doesn't need to maneuver."

"Looking at the thin film on the outer layer of the aircraft that slightly distorts the light," Russell replied.

click-

The sound of the hydraulic hatch unlocking rang out, and a team of gold and red painted Iron Cavalry-type Terminators stepped out of the hatch.

They spread out in tactical formation, the energy patterns flowing between the gaps in their armor indicating their imminent combat power, while the tall figure guarding the center walked slowly forward, the sunlight casting shadows of varying depths on his handsome, sculpted face.

'So tall! '

Russell looked up at the handsome figure in the center, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily, and stepped forward to meet him.

"Welcome, fellow human beings—"

Wow!

The sound of metal clashing abruptly interrupted the greeting, and all the Terminator guards raised their guns in unison.

The dark gun muzzle wasn't pointed at humans, but at a group of upright kittens in the corner carrying repair tools.

"Meow!!!"

These hardworking little lives were so frightened by the sudden malice that they huddled together in fear.

The Imperial Guards behind Russell immediately activated their phase weapons, keeping a watchful eye on the unit's next move.

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What's going on now?!

Russell's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, and his knuckles turned slightly white with tension.

This kind of heartfelt disgust cannot be faked.

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Judge Aglaia stood beside Karna, watching the cat-like aliens that were only half her height.

The creatures, which were not even as tall as her waist, were trembling with fear, their soft fur bristling like dandelions.

Honestly, they're quite cute, much more pleasing to the eye than cat people.

Her reason for joining the team was simple.

The mission of the Origins Order is to preserve authentic human history, which is often permeated with forbidden knowledge that ordinary people cannot bear.

Therefore, she must go here in person, use the keen sense honed in the Inquisition to conduct a preliminary assessment of the dangerous intelligence possessed by this planet, and submit professional advice to the Primarch.

Of course, whether the Primarch listens or not is beyond her responsibilities. Can you just say he didn't offer any suggestions?
She simply kept records.

Karna looked at the kittens that seemed familiar, then glanced at the stormtroopers behind Russell and the Spartan squad.

Monster Hunter, Star Wars, Halo
"Living metal technology, necromancy technology."

Ramses' voice came through the communication channel.

“Those kittens are quite like the products of the ancient sage’s genetic programming—encoding specific knowledge into biological genes, making them naturally capable of performing specific tasks.”

He had a group of knowledgeable Eldar advisors under his command, making it incredibly easy for them to identify these alien technologies.

These Trail Blazers are really interesting.

Ramses did try to replicate those fantastical creations that only existed in games and texts using the Empire's existing technology, but apart from his three companions, no one could understand these cultural elements, so he eventually found it uninteresting and gave up.

"Don't be reckless."

Raising his hand to signal the warriors not to react rashly, Karna listened to his comrade's words, glanced at the text messages around him, and a nostalgic expression involuntarily appeared on his face, his tone softening unconsciously:

"Ailu cat?"

This sentence was like a ray of sunlight piercing through the stagnant air.

The representatives of the Human Federation exchanged surprised glances, not expecting that the other party could recognize these genetically engineered creations based on ancient Earth culture.

Karna's relaxed posture caused the tense guards around him to simultaneously loosen their fingers from the triggers.

If the Primarch thinks there's no problem, then there's no problem.

"Yes, they are genetic creations that we created by referencing those ancient works."

Russell's shoulders slumped slightly, and the taut lines of his back finally relaxed.

He gazed at the other person's face, which was faintly visible in the sunlight.

Since this alien visitor could accurately call out the name "Elucat" and even use Chinese fluently, it at least proves that they have some profound connection with Earth's civilization.

He raised his left hand and made a downward gesture, and the stormtroopers behind him immediately lowered their guns, but their knuckles remained loosely on the trigger guards.

Russell strode forward, his palms outstretched in the sunlight:

"Welcome, I am Russell, the executive officer of Jincheng, and I am the representative of the Human Federation at this meeting."

"Hello, I am Karna, one of the leaders of the Wings of Dawn, here to meet you on behalf of the Empire of Man."

Karna removed his gauntlets and shook hands lightly with the other person.

Thank you for your welcome.

empire?

Russell was surprised by the feudalistic title, wondering how an interstellar civilization could have degenerated into a feudal monarchy. He turned around with a hint of doubt, preparing to lead Karna onto the shuttle to the reception room.

"Please come with me, we have prepared a welcome banquet for the delegation."

The streamlined cabin walls inside the shuttle gleamed with a milky white sheen. Thanks to the extra space reserved in the design, even the Terminator Guard's exaggerated armored physiques could sit comfortably without feeling cramped.

Russell was adjusting the angle of his seat when he suddenly noticed a shadow cast beside him.

He turned his head in confusion and found that Karna had somehow appeared in the seat next to him.

"What, aren't you welcome?"

The angel smiled perfectly, and the warmth of her native language made Russell instinctively feel relaxed. The leader seemed completely approachable.

"Welcome, of course."

Russell breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally met a civilized person, and reached out to take the magnetic seat belt that the Palico had offered with its paw.

The little guy's paw pads left faint paw prints on the metal buckle, making him unable to resist rubbing those fluffy, pointed ears a couple more times. With a soft "click," the seatbelt automatically adjusted and retracted. He turned to look at the receding tarmac outside the porthole and asked casually:

Are those IPs still being updated?

There was no political probing, only pure curiosity, like a wanderer inquiring about the changes in his hometown.

The Federation of Humans still preserves many literary works from Earth. The passage of time has not made them forget them; on the contrary, it has made them cherish these things brought from Earth even more.

They had been away from Earth for too long and instinctively missed everything about it; otherwise, they wouldn't have transformed an unfamiliar star system into the shape of our solar system.

The Federation of Humanity cherishes countless cultural treasures from Earth. The texts and images that carry human dreams have not only not been forgotten over the long years that have traversed the stars, but have also been given new life with the support of cutting-edge technology.

"What I really want to ask you is..."

Karna sighed silently. When he transmigrated, he didn't have a chance to play a bunch of pre-ordered games or appreciate a bunch of cultural and creative works.

He followed Russell onto the transparent shuttle, looking down at the city below, and then spoke:

"It's been a long time since I updated, and maybe there haven't been as many of your re-creations of these things."

Terra has been completely destroyed, and the last remaining relics of the ancient civilization seem to be in the collections of the Seal of Macard and the Emperor.

Oh, Tarachin, that galactic thief, probably has quite a few of them too.

"That means it's become a niche market, right?"

Noticing the soldiers' indifferent attitude towards the city, Russell couldn't help but remark:
"That's to be expected. In the interstellar age, your footprints are enough to cross the galaxy to reach this place. You probably no longer need simple text and video games to provide stimulation. The spiritual and cultural life of the people must be much richer."

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He gazed at the flowing sea of ​​clouds outside the porthole, his Adam's apple bobbing, but in the end he simply nodded slightly.
"You could say that."

Whether they're rich or not is unknown, but the thrill is definitely real.

Russell, oblivious to the other's embarrassment, still wore an expectant expression.

"Haha, but we're a bit different. Even after so many iterations, the most popular ones are still the ones we brought from Earth. After all, we've been away from home for too long and we still can't get in touch with them."

The cityscape outside the porthole became increasingly prominent as people looked down upon it, making it easy to spot the domed buildings named "New Chang'an" and "New Paris".

"If we don't seize these opportunities soon, we'll almost forget where we came from."

Russell shook his head. The Federation's concern for Earth permeated every aspect of their work, and the names of these cities were all referenced from important historical cities.

It is this longing that drives them to unite and develop in the harsh environment of the galaxy, struggling to set foot in the stars and return to their distant homeland.

"Even in harsh living conditions, we still do our best to develop civilization, preserve culture, and advance artificial intelligence—"

Wow!

The sharp clang of metal clashing interrupted the conversation again, and the Black Templars, who were still staring intently at the Palico, instinctively raised their weapons once more.

Karna turned his head, his eyes fixed on the black-armored warriors. He remained silent until they had completely sheathed their weapons, then turned back to Russell and gave him a gentle smile.

"It's okay, continue."

Russell looked slightly puzzled, but didn't say anything more, and continued:

"With the assistance of artificial intelligence and gene editing technology, our productivity has been greatly liberated, enabling us to better utilize limited resources to ensure people's personal safety, improve their material lives, and enrich their spiritual and cultural development."

"Nowadays, apart from the impact of war, our average lifespan has reached 130 years, which is close to the maximum value of human aging. Of course, we can also extend human lifespan through genetic modification, but few people do so because many people oppose modifying their own genes because they miss Earth."

"At the same time, our technology has made great strides over time, but unfortunately the galactic environment is too harsh, and we have been unable to set foot in space again."

This tone is just like that of a child who has been away from home for a long time to start a business and has only recently reconnected with their family, telling them about their current situation and showing them their achievements.

“Our long-term project finally made a breakthrough 146 years ago, but unfortunately it was destroyed by the attacking pirates.”

Aglaia paused as she took notes, and smiled silently.

If the Cult of Mechanics, who pride themselves on being discoverers of human knowledge, knew that they had been treated as robbers, they would probably be eager to silence these humans.

Sour.

Upon hearing Russell's brief explanation, Karna suddenly became somewhat unable to hold back.

How come human civilizations living on independent planets can manage to live well on their own, apart from the human empire?

"By the way, Lord Karna."

After giving an overview of his own human civilization, Russell's curious gaze fell on the armored warriors and the towering Karna.

Preliminary scan results from the artificial intelligence system are in. Although the equipment may be slightly outdated due to cost, these soldiers' physical data are much stronger than those green-skinned heavy units.

"Have humans evolved to this extent, or have they undergone some kind of adaptive modification? Of course, you don't need to answer if it involves classified information."

"It is common for humans to carry out some biological modifications nowadays, but our modifications are more unique and are usually for the purpose of war."

Karna replied patiently.

"I see."

It seems the war has never ended.

Russell sighed inwardly, then asked:
"What is the current state of the human empire? How many threats have we overcome? How many friends have we gained? With your immense power and scientific technology, humanity must be living in a more stable and prosperous society, right?"

He envisioned it entirely based on the model of the Federation of Humanities.

If the Human Federation can barely guarantee the physiological and spiritual needs of its people even in such a harsh environment, how wealthy must the Human Empire be, which can traverse galaxies and use rare materials such as gold for decoration?

We can't be worse than them, can we?

"And what about Earth? She must be even more beautiful than when we left, right?"

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Karna was very embarrassed and didn't know how to respond.

Stop scolding, stop scolding.

(End of this chapter)