This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 234 To be able to wield even the power of a star god, it must be a great civilization, right? (4k views, please vote!)
Following the historic meeting, the two sides began detailed discussions on the issue of planetary threats.

"After a 1256-year voyage, we have arrived in the Pioneer Galaxy. Based on the analysis of the stars' spectra, we have spent more than 5000 years in the real universe."

"On the surface of this planet, we have discovered relics of an ancient civilization."

The preserver revealed the structure of the entire tomb world.

"Looks like that guy is really dead. He didn't even bother to maintain the Tomb World, which is in such a terrible state."

Tarasin craned his neck to survey the state of the tomb world at that time.

He increasingly felt that his choice to preserve the relics of that dynasty was the right one.

“Initially, we were unable to develop this place. The scarabs that maintained the tomb world were also very dangerous, and our population at the time was not enough to support such a dangerous exploration.”

"Fortunately, apart from the Scarab Beetles, there are no signs of activity in the ruins, so we can safely establish a colony on the planet's surface."

"But one day later, an abnormal message appeared in our computer system—"

The holographic projection transforms and then reassembles into a tall and ever-changing figure, its outline constantly shifting between reality and illusion, as if pieced together from countless fragmented starlight.

“A ‘friendly’ former civilized entity.”

"World shapers".

Tarasin then provided an explanation, clearing up everyone's doubts.

Seeing that the four adults didn't react, he gradually became bolder and explained in detail.

"That is, the Star God you know, the embodiment of the rules of the material universe, we call it Katan. The World Shaper is indeed a relatively peaceful Star God, but obviously this fragment is not among them."

"Yes."

The preserver glanced at Tarasin with a hint of surprise, then nodded slowly.

"Our civilization has progressed rapidly under its guidance, developing unknown technologies and bestowing upon us genetic programming technology, enabling us to solve the problem of labor shortages. We have utilized that infinite energy to weave galaxies into the shape of our solar system. We are grateful to have such a friendly pioneer leading us."

"Just as we were about to embark on our journey to the distant galaxies, this guiding presence contacted us once again."

"But what awaits us is not a friendly pioneer."

The maze projection suddenly twisted and deformed, and the originally orderly structure began to writhe like a living thing.

The Preservator's voice suddenly deepened, and the projection froze on a terrifying figure bound by energy chains.

"But he was a prisoner, a prisoner imprisoned here by the true owner of this tomb."

"Is the other party highly intelligent?"

Romulus suddenly leaned forward, his brow furrowed, and asked.

The crowd couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

It should be common knowledge that any being capable of guiding civilization must possess high intelligence.

".I have no idea."

The custodian hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"His behavior is contradictory. He is full of wisdom in describing falsehoods, but his own behavior is chaotic. If he continues to pretend until we fully open the ruins, we will not be able to stop him."

Romulus then looked at Tarasin.

"Most of the Star God fragments are mentally unstable."

Listening to the Preservator's words, Tarasin felt that the script was strangely familiar. He noticed that everyone's eyes were on him, so he immediately straightened his back, and his metal joints made a slight grinding sound.

He cleared his throat dramatically, made an exaggerated speaking gesture with both hands, and then continued:

"In the process of devouring each other, they also merged with the consciousness of other star gods. Coupled with the limitations of fragmented thinking ability, most of them are unable to form complete thoughts unless multiple fragments merge and the strongest one takes the lead."

"But this fragment is clearly not strong enough. However, as for the lie, it should contain some fragments of the fraudster mixed in."

"you sure?"

Adhering to the principle that questioning is a quality a researcher should possess, Kaul couldn't help but ask.

He had some understanding of these life forms; over the past ten thousand years, the Mechanicus had made quite a few messes due to tomb raiding.

"Nobody—"

Taracin's fingertips traced several intersecting lines in the air, as if he were playing an accordion.

"He understands the Star God better than I do."

"I understand."

Romulus nodded, having a sense of the fragment's strength.

Thank you for your answer.

He nodded slightly in greeting.

"You're welcome."

Seeing that Romulus understood, Tarasin's tone became more cautious.

This guy just conjured up a body out of thin air, then stuffed some soul power into it to power it, thus replacing the projection, you know.

The biological transformation that the space necromancers had dreamed of was completed in the blink of an eye.

"please continue."

Romulus addressed the Preservator.

"The original team was destroyed in an instant; their souls were devoured, and their bodies were left with only nerve responses. Fortunately, we finally stopped Him before He could truly break free."

The preserver replied.

"But the Infinite Maze was destroyed by him due to external interference, and we had to redevelop something to replace it. We ultimately chose AI."

"But our research is always missing something, because AI can always be bribed by bypassing logical behavior, and purely advanced artificial intelligence will only increase the risk."

The preservers then looked at Tarasin; they didn't really understand why it couldn't be shut off.

"Because only the Star Gods can seal the Star Gods. The Infinite Labyrinth extracts the Star Gods' own power to seal themselves. You can understand it as them locking themselves in."

Tarasin shrugged. It wasn't exactly a secret.

Just because I tell you the formula for nuclear weapons doesn't mean you can build nuclear bombs at will.

"So we turned our attention to another world, the one that brought us here across countless distances, which we called the Sea of ​​Souls."

Having cleared up the doubts, the preserver continued:

"The technology of ancient civilizations was able to isolate reality from the realm of the soul, but we have discovered its reverse use."

The projection showed a black structure in the shape of a shuttle.

"Thus we were able to amplify the influence of the Sea of ​​Souls on the real universe, but it was also fraught with danger. The situation was critical at the time, and we needed the power of the Sea of ​​Souls to stop the prisoners from escaping. Only human thought could guarantee the right to make decisions."

I knew it.

Tarasin understood; it was another tough warp-space operation.

"We made the decision and were aware of the consequences."

“Our souls have vanished, and our consciousness will be infused into AI to maintain the blockade and slowly keep this galaxy from collapsing.”

"Wait, senior."

Russell couldn't help but say, "So, the various disasters plaguing the galaxy today are a result of your restrictions?"

"Yes."

The preservers replied.

“If we don’t continue to expend computing power to extract the Star God’s power and plan the planets, this man-made star system will collapse completely in an instant, and the arrival of that ‘robber’ has undoubtedly exacerbated this.”

"But you still chose to send a distress signal?"

Romulus asked:

"I think this is not an easy thing under lockdown."

"Yes, but we're out of time."

The preservers nodded, and in the final discussion, they decided to trust their fellow citizens one more time.

He looked at Russell and the others with affection.

"I gave them my last blood to nourish a new heart, which is better than keeping watch over a dying light."

Then he looked at Romulus. "And the result is obviously correct."

"I beg my fellow citizens to take these suffering children away from this dying galaxy, and we—"

The preserver's projection pointed to the spindle-shaped instrument.

"Through extensive research, we have discovered that this galaxy was originally located above the rift in the Sea of ​​Souls. The technology within the ruins happened to seal it off. Once you leave, we will completely reverse the ancient ruins and drag the entire galaxy into subspace."

“We made a mistake; we tainted the power we should not have tainted, causing suffering to our descendants. And this is the last thing we can do for humanity.”

"Sometimes I really admire the audacity and audacity of you young people. You recklessly manipulate everything you can reach, with little knowledge of the risks involved."

After hearing the story of the preserver, Tarachin couldn't help but summarize it to Kaul beside him.

The power of the Sea of ​​Souls is completely unreliable; its ebb and flow will only bring disaster. The Star Gods, on the other hand, belong to the indelible will of the universe, and the necromantic beings that control them will surely have the last laugh.

This is the view of the vast majority of space necromancers.

In any case, Tarachin was quite pessimistic about his race. The space necromantic society had become so muddled and incorrigible that it could no longer create or appreciate any form of art.

He believes that immortality and technology alone are not enough to make life more valuable, and that his collection of artifacts and history is a way of coping with his loss of memory, identity and purpose in life.

"That's right. Compared to the Fear of Death, who fought against the ancient saints to change their short-lived fate, lost and then, in a fit of rage, released them under the influence of the Star God, only to have their souls devoured by the Star God, humans are still far inferior."

Ramses examined the coffins, then glanced sideways at Tarasin.

As the galactic overlords before humanity, the Fear of the Dead, driven by jealousy, laid the foundation for the cesspool by achieving immortality alongside the heavens and earth, incidentally eliminating the Old Ones who were the cleaners, causing the Warp Debates to accumulate more and more.

After becoming invincible, the Ancient Spirits recklessly pursued thrills and vented their emotions, which resulted in the creation of a powerful scourge, Slaanesh, who further exacerbated the already overflowing cesspool. The enormous Eye of Fear remains in the Hazy Starfield, still blocked by humans.

Compared to them.

Although humanity is quite ruthless to itself, with several civil wars and a magical system directly or indirectly killing countless of its own people and aliens, and is currently raising a brand new superpower, it is still far inferior to the space undead and the ancient spirits.

When it comes to creating amazing performances, you still have to look to the veteran artists.

"No need, we have other ways."

Romulus shook his head.

Using warp power to fight fire with fire is still a bit too much, especially with the sealed rift.
Romulus calculated the area affected by the shockwave after the explosion of the Cardia in the image.

This galaxy is located on the edge of the Great Rift.

This is even more unacceptable.

"Tarrazin?"

Romulus asked a chattering space necromancer:

"You should be able to take this fragment with you, right?"

"Of course, sir."

Taracin quickly replied, "However, you'll probably have to relocate the population first. After all, without the power of the Star God, this star system will soon completely collapse and revert to its original state."

"And don't you need this power? If it were to become part of my collection, the price would probably be very high."

The collector replied meaningfully.

To be honest, he didn't really want to interfere in this matter right now. He wanted to see how it would end and what kind of power these four 'Primarchs' actually possessed.

This gave Romulus a better understanding.

Ever since Ramses set his sights on the Star Gods, they have also been keeping an eye on the known fragments of the Star Gods.

There's one at the famous Pharos Lighthouse, but it seems to be a seven-in-one or nine-in-one structure, dominated by the Star God Ruler Zahurash, so it's probably not someone you can mess with.

Currently, everyone's target is Fenris, where there is a fragment of the Star God Burner that will be easily destroyed by Tarasin in the future.

After all, it is known that Tal Rashin's guard is larger than the Burners, and the incomplete Wolf Pack is larger than Tal Rashin. So, rounding up, the Wings of Dawn are definitely larger than the Burners. And since Tal Rashin dared to come alone to retrieve this fragment of the WorldShaper, it shouldn't be difficult for him to take it down.

"We still have a chance."

So Romulus addressed the Preservers.

"We will first relocate the population, and then we will work together to deal with the threat. We have the resources and patience to try many things, and we hope to achieve better results before eliminating the threat."

"Is that so?"

The preserver looked at Romulus, then at Tarasin.

Although this metal giant has been using ancient human creations, the overall style of its body blends seamlessly with the underground ruins.

This piqued the interest of the preservers.

"Thank you for your help, fellow countryman."

He thanked Romulus.

Let's work together.

Romulus replied seriously.

"Ah."

The preserver breathed a long sigh of relief.

They haven't felt this relaxed in a long time since they stirred up such a huge problem themselves.

It was as if the entire universe was pouring malice upon them in various ways, leading them to often believe that their greed and ignorance were the cause of all this sorrow.

And now, they have finally met their compatriots.

They came with goodwill and hope.
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As Romulus and Russell departed and began the surface relocation, the other three Primarchs gathered with Talassin and Caul to discuss the plan.

Those who were focused on sealing off the Star God and maintaining the galactic structure changed to a younger and more curious demeanor and approached.

"Hello, we are the Preservators."

Upon seeing the custodian approach, everyone introduced themselves one by one.

There's no need to shy away from the discussion among them, since it's all strongly related to the preserver anyway.

Besides, this is, frankly speaking, someone else's territory.

"Hello, I am Mr. Tarasin from the Nissilak Dynasty - Solemnas Tomb World."

Tarasin waved and smiled.

"Also the owner of this tomb."

They're quite shameless.

The people around couldn't help but look at him with disdain.

"What was the original purpose of these ruins?"

The preservers have always been curious about the origins of their technology.

"This is a burial site used to commemorate our compatriots who died completely in the war for heaven. This star god was permanently sealed here 60 million years ago because of his greedy nature."

Tarasin was very pleased with the preserver's thirst for knowledge.

And frankly, he thinks the current preserver is quite like him.

"I see."

The Preservator looked surprised, staring at Tarasin standing among the humans in various poses, and couldn't help but say:
"A civilization that can independently create such exquisite instruments, wield the power of the Star Gods, and join hands with other civilizations, and that continues to protect the galaxy even after tens of millions of years of silence, must be truly great, right?"

Karna silently raised his hand to cover his face.

I couldn't help but laugh, but I also felt I shouldn't.

He discovered that it seemed that the people in the People's Union had a more positive and optimistic view of the outside world.

"Is it right?"

Upon hearing this, Ramses chuckled and nudged one of the collectors with his elbow.

Tarasin did not choose to answer immediately.

Clearly, he realized that these 'Primarchs' before him probably knew more than he did, and compared to the Star God's abilities, the mere Fearful Ones were nothing.

So after hesitating for a while, and to avoid becoming someone's unspeakable laughingstock in the future, Tarachin wanted to skip this part.

But these three beside me
"Yes, right?"

Tarasin replied awkwardly.

(End of this chapter)