This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 227 Cooperation (4.5k)

"Someone's about to drop a little pearl!"

Karna raised his hand to wipe his face, his fingertips touching the cold tear tracks, but he found that his perfect smile remained unchanged.

The rapidly moving shuttle weaved through shadows and light, casting his profile in shifting light and shadow.

"Ramesses!"

"what?"

Hearing the somewhat exasperated response, Ramses, who was acting as a mobile base station for the army, tilted his head.

He casually pushed aside the Eldar communications employee blocking his way, looking puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

"Who is it that dropped the little pearl?"

Karna's voice carried a hint of danger, and his icy blue pupils narrowed slightly.

"Old Huang, I call him with my psionic powers every day. During the expedition, Master Ya filtered out some anthropomorphic personalities, right? You have no idea what he's like now. Wait, no—why are you feeling sad too?"

Ramses chuckled as he watched the cold sun break down, then his expression changed, and he asked in confusion.

"Shouldn't you be happy? It's rare to encounter such an advanced regime that hasn't been wiped out yet. I'd also like to ask them if they've ever played Warhammer 40. I'm preparing to formally invite them to join this live-action game."

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Karna did not reply.

"You're angry?"

Ramses asked.

"There's a saying that goes, 'What's the point of outsiders empathizing?' Look at the people around you, do they even react?"

His voice sounded flippant, with a hint of barely perceptible concern.

The 40k era and the 30k era are very different.

Back in 30k, the Emperor used his vision and force to bind a large number of people to risk their lives for him. The suffering they endure now is for a better future. After mastering the Internet, although they will still be messed with by Chaos, they won't be shattered into pieces like in the Old Night era.

Therefore, everyone can tolerate it.

After all, without the human empire, neither the Ulanno nor the Randan aliens could withstand the remnants of the Old Night.

These federations can't even handle a single legion of the Empire, so what makes them think they can mess with those two weird-looking things?
Therefore, the empire at that time truly had the confidence that it was blessed by Heaven.

Typical examples include Lion King Leon Johnson and Raven King Clark, who devoted themselves to the cause without any selfish motives, sacrificing their hometowns and ideals.

It's all for a better future.

That's what everyone thought when faced with the then-thriving human empire.

Just bear with it, endure the hardship, and soon you won't have to eat anymore—

As a result, Pony's psionic phone call blew up the internet.

Now that we've reached the 40k era, it's purely about enduring hardship for the sake of enduring hardship.

From the high lords who devoted themselves to the empire to the slaves at the bottom of the hive, no one knew why they were suffering so much, and the empire's policies, or rather, its 'necessary evils,' were mostly untenable.

Temporary extreme strategies have become long-term, which is painful for anyone. The Emperor's violent tax collection is to provide resources for the Network Project, but what is the High Lord's goal in violently collecting taxes from the entire galaxy for ten thousand years?
It's all about ensuring Terra's authority.

Therefore, everything can only be attributed to religious fanaticism and racial hatred. He is still alive only because he has a strong foundation and a powerful father.

So if the locals don't care, why should these outsiders care?
The cold, bloodless sun in the subspace didn't even make a move.

Ramses' thinking was actually quite simple.

He will sympathize with the weak and offer help, but this help is not unlimited.

Moreover, he rarely invests emotion in any particular thing, especially anything in the universe.

That's too extravagant; it would affect his judgment.

Only your partners are the most important.

Seeing that there was no response for a long time, he refocused his attention on the other end of the communication, helping Arthur locate the green-skinned leader, while waiting attentively for a response.

"No, I just feel sad."

Karna's voice was soft, yet it was like a blunt knife, slowly piercing the stagnant air.

He sat high up, letting the wind tousle his pale golden hair, his eyes reflecting the struggling, mobile city below.

On the city's outskirts, the steel skeletons still bear the marks of the Green Army's artillery fire. Living metal is constantly repairing the area, and black smoke billows from broken pipes.

Look, a branch of humanity, plagued by disasters, has gathered the rope of unity amidst numerous natural calamities and longing for its homeland, developing and progressing step by step, and planning itself better and better in accordance with the hopes of its ancestors.

However, this civilization is now struggling on the brink of death.

The Mechanic Church discovered them and intended to burn them to the ground.

The green-skinned people are coming; we must drown them in the flames of war.

Even if the imperial forces discover them, technological elimination and population extermination are inevitable.

The malice and darkness from the universe will completely engulf this tiny galaxy, leaving nothing behind.

No one will save them except the 'time traveler'.

And what about humans?

He looked around.

His gaze swept over the silent, iron-willed Space Marines, whose armor gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen in the daylight, their eyes behind their visors as indifferent as ice.

The gaze was directed at the imperial representatives, who were looking down at data panels, analyzing the condition of the planet. Their fingertips mechanically slid across the screen, as if the tragedy before them was nothing more than a string of numbers to be processed.

Humans have always been indifferent.

Humanity in this universe has hope.

However, this hope was extinguished by the Empire.

This is the main theme of this universe.

“I am not angry, I am just saddened by their ignorance and their self-righteousness.”

Karna replied in a low voice, as if suppressing some unspeakable emotion.

"That's right. I have now lost a true home for humanity and can only find some familiar sights in this strange world."

He gazed at the city skyline in the distance, illuminated by the flames of the fire. The firelight reflected in his pupils seemed to flicker like some distant memory.

"Just consider this sorrow as wishful thinking."

Karna is sad.

Romulus, who had also watched the entire process in front of the projector, sighed, and after letting out a long breath, said to Arthur:
"Is he okay?"

"Everyone has their own thoughts."

After slashing down a heavily armored leader with his sword, Arthur flicked the blood off his blade and responded softly.

He dodged a Gaussian beam that whistled past.

These types of weapons are guaranteed to hit when fired; dodging them relies entirely on prediction.

Moreover, once hit, it's instant death; no defense can stop it. Back then, the Eldar completely abandoned the development of defense in the military because of this type of weapon, and instead turned to the strategy of high-speed mobility, never to return.

How come even green-skinned people do this?

Despite his doubts, Arthur continued leading the Dreadwings toward the center of the formation, replying:
"When faced with the same thing, some people will be moved to tears, while others will be indifferent."

The forces of Untouchables were moving silently around them, unleashing their firepower while drawing on the psionic energy of the Strange Boys through the black hole-like warp projection, isolating the Greenskins' unique waaaagh energy and weakening the heavily protected war leader to the greatest extent possible.

It's the same old trick; that's how the Beast Wars Empire fought Waboss. Arthur watched the somewhat dejected war chieftain. This big guy, who could lead an entire planet of orcs in other orc worlds, was merely Waboss's vanguard here.

"Yes, Karna has always been a sensitive person. He may seem indifferent to external things, but he is always very concerned about them."

Romulus pondered for a moment, his fingers slid rapidly across the tactics panel, assisting the various combat members in calculating the enemy's attack trajectory.

Otherwise, Karna wouldn't have left the prosperous towns to go to the mountains to help the poor. This guy is from Shanghai; although he's not as rich as Rahman, he can still collect enough rent to keep the sea level rising.

The last time he had contact with people in impoverished mountainous areas was probably when he came across a video of a leader inspecting the area while scrolling through his phone.

They were never from the same world, but Karna still went.

Boom——

The sound of the hot melt cannon spraying water was incessant.

The communication channel carried the frantic roars of the Greenskins, and the sounds of flesh and steel being torn apart.

"And Ramses, he was, to some extent, truly, well, carefree?"

Romulus was signing documents non-stop, waiting for Arthur to kill the war leader before asking a question.

Ramses was the one in his mind who best fit the characteristics of a time traveler.

"You can also take it as being carefree."

The roars of the Greenskins as they crumbled continued. Arthur stood atop the mangled body of the war leader, his gaze passing over the smoke and looking toward the battle lines that were regrouping.

The dark cloak fluttered in the aftershocks of the explosion, but it couldn't conceal the heaviness in his words.

"It's because I'm disappointed in them."

"Their attitude towards humans is very different."

The clamor of war faded briefly, and Arthur's voice sounded exceptionally clear.

“Karna does his best to care for and help them, and is able to tolerate the alienation of these lives by the environment.”

"Ramses is very direct. He looks down on certain people in the Empire. He will try to lend a helping hand, but after trying and encountering problems, he will give up and choose people who are easier to reach. If it is not these people who might affect the plans of the Dawn Wings, he will not even pay attention to them."

Aside from his treatment of those three, Ramses' attitude towards everyone else was limited to purely businesslike dealings.

They're nicer to ordinary, unlucky people, but they're quite indifferent to certain beings, especially dark angels or the Imperial Guard. Even when they have to deal with them, they always maintain a lukewarm attitude.

As for demons or aliens, it's even more complicated. Everyone has their own internal scale; they'll either use them as expendable resources or as laborers. At most, they might change their opinion of certain individuals out of interest, but as long as safety is involved, they'll be abandoned.

The fact that they didn't do anything inhumane simply means they have high moral standards; they won't let their emotions get the better of them.

"Perhaps this is why Ramses couldn't make it in the medical field."

Romulus shook his head. After all, it's clinical work; there are many amazing people and a lot of pressure. Those who can persevere deserve respect.

Moreover, what about a young master like Master La? You expect him to serve others?

My buddy can't stand this injustice.

"Hey, it's fine to chat about crickets behind our backs, but don't chat about crickets in front of us. It's like you're not good enough for our lofty ideals."

Ramses' voice rang out; he was working too, you know.

"The crickets on the back are a different story."

Romulus made a sound; there were only four people left, and small-group thinking was unacceptable.

"Well, come on."

"Another war chieftain has been swiftly taken down, pushing the greenskins' front line back into the rainforest," Arthur replied.

Then he leaned on his sword and surveyed the entire situation.

After the Astral Army and Astartes joined the battle, the overall situation improved considerably. The militarized mobile city modules provided by the Federation of Humanity could provide a mobile platform for the massive army, while the Empire's formidable fighting force pushed back the Greenskins that were trying to fill mountains and seas.

To be fair, in a world where offense generally outweighs defense, the military technology of the Human Empire may seem backward compared to that of the Necromancers and Eldar, but in a real fight, it's a completely different story.

Now that the greens attacking the edge of the mobile city have been driven out, orbital bombardment can be initiated.

Arthur raised his hand, a series of data streams flashed on his tactical visor, and decisively connected the fleet communications:

"Conduct saturation bombing of the G-7 to K-12 area and clear out all Greenskin gathering points."

A deafening roar echoed across the sky as the first wave of orbital strike beams of light descended like divine punishment.

The shockwave shredded the ancient giant's armored structure, which was gradually approaching scientific principles, like tin foil. The heavy metal music of the rock kids was still playing, and the steel behemoth, tens of meters tall, had been decomposed into metal dust in the explosion.

Then the array of light spears began to cut through the battlefield. The focused gamma rays plowed deep trenches hundreds of meters into the ground, and molten silicate material flowed slowly along the scorching cuts, forming winding rivers of magma.

"Chief of Staff Wade, General Chang Wei."

Arthur, who had taken cover in the bunker early to avoid the shockwave, said to the Federation officer he was docked with:

"Staying on the defensive like this is too passive. The Orcs can increase their power by constantly escalating the intensity of the war and gradually unlock the technology engraved in their genes. We can no longer engage in a tug-of-war with them. We must fight quickly to break the current stalemate and conserve our combat power as much as possible."

If it were just the Greenskins threatening Arthur, he wouldn't be too worried. The key issue is that the Mechanicus is researching something, and no one knows what they're researching.

In previous communications, the Dawn Wings had confirmed that the distress signal was not sent by the Human Federation, as they had not yet mastered hyperspace communication.

It's not a mechanical religion, nor a human alliance, and it's definitely not a green-skinned organization.

So who exactly sent the signal?

There must be something else on this planet, and it's already in a certain state of crisis.

The Great Sage Caul is using the Great Sage Crick's resume to deduce what forbidden technologies he might possess.

The advantage of a long lifespan is that, after the original forger helped insert a bunch of memory cards, Krieg's lineage and various experiences have begun to be gradually uncovered by Kaul, tracing back to four thousand years ago.

Once the simulation is complete, he will also coordinate with the Dark Angels to launch a surprise attack on the forging city located deep within the lava.

"clear."

Wade agreed with Arthur's assessment. The Chief of Intelligence had been in charge of intelligence gathering on the Greenskins and knew that the enemy's leader had been maintaining this conflict to slowly push the Greenskins' evolution.

Unfortunately, their combat strength has always been insufficient. Even relying on living metal-made troops is a drop in the ocean, and they can only rely on mobile cities as firepower platforms for defense.

Now, with orbital bombardment, the situation is completely different.

It's no wonder they're a civilization that's already exploring the stars; this is what a proper combat force should look like.

Comprehensive and robust, capable of handling both frontal battles and special operations, with perfect three-dimensional collaboration.

The dark angels around them were also used to this rhythm.

During the Great Crusade, except for particularly troublesome enemies, the recapture of single-planet systems like this was completed within a week, without even the Primarch leading the charge.

Wade and Chang Wei exchanged a glance, both seeing agreement in each other's eyes.

"We will concentrate our elite guards to carry out the decapitation operation with you."

Chang Wei began by saying:

"Please wait three hours. We need to allocate military modules to assist friendly forces in their assault."

"Ah."

Arthur nodded.

The elite surface forces of the Human Alliance are highly effective, and decapitation strike teams can achieve much easier results with their assistance.

Don't be fooled by those Stormtroopers or Spartan squads that seem so strange. They're essentially living metal armor with the same performance. Just treat their familiar appearance as personal preference and decoration.

With the addition of AI and necromancer weapons, these squads are significantly more capable in individual combat than the original Space Marines.

Of course, the situation on the main battlefield is another matter.

Currently, the Empire's combat capabilities are unmatched in the galaxy, relying entirely on its invincible iron fist to maintain the precarious human empire.

(End of this chapter)