This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 235 Program Development
"The final act of this play can be called 'Recite it all in one breath,' and I will have those Elven races arrange the script."

Ramses, keeping an eye on the Eldar in the Warp Space rest area who were practically rolling on the floor laughing, waved his hand and gave the order.

Although the Eldar are also quite repulsive, without the Necromancers, this race, originally intended as weapons of war, would not have even come into being.

Therefore, the root of all evil has been found.

"I believe that many years from now, there will still be people performing this story on stage."

Wait, when did you get the title of "God of Laughter"?
"As you wish."

Tarahim ultimately stammered and skipped over the topic.

I lowered my head to avoid the other person's gaze and pretended to be very interested in the patterns on the floor.

After all, the hardest thing for people is to deceive themselves. Although Tarachin is quite open-minded about his current situation and lives a very clear life, he still doesn't ignore the facts.

When it comes to courting death, who in this galaxy can compare to the fear of the dead?

Now that Ramses has already said it, we can't pretend it didn't happen.

"Hey~"

Tarasin, who was being manipulated, sighed deeply.

"Let's talk about how to deal with the Star God first."

"Let's make this clear first, the price is very high if you want me to do it. I want them."

He paused for a moment, then raised his hand and pointed to the preserver beside him.

"Although it is not a particularly advanced or rare AI, it even requires the power of the warp to solve the problem of ancestral AI data redundancy that your dwarven cousins ​​living in the Heart of the Silver are now facing as well."

Tarachin's tone suddenly softened, taking on an almost seductive quality:
“But I value the historical significance they carry. I can keep them in my museum, and I can even allow them to serve as my curators to help me manage other collections.”

"us?"

The custodian was very puzzled, and the remaining computing power began to calculate the value of this decision.

After a moment of silence, it spoke:

"If it's for the sake of humanity, then it's not impossible."

To be honest, this offer is really appealing.

Ramses shook his head. If they hadn't gained this power after transmigrating, becoming Tarachin's collection or a librarian would have been the most secure outcome.

"very good."

Seeing that the person in question had no objections, Tarasin rubbed his hands together.

"At that time, the Star God fragments will belong to you, while those who preserve them will belong to me."

There are many Star God fragments. If all else fails, he can go back and bother his old friend Aurican; he'll eventually find some.

But this AI is the only one in the entire galaxy.

"Don't be impatient yet."

Ramses held down Tarasin.

Karna then said to the preserver:
“We will not interfere with your future decisions, but there is no need to be tied to a deal. Now that we are here, the Star God Fragment is just a problem to be solved.”

It is one thing for the custodian to decide whether or not to go afterward, but they cannot trade the custodian as a commodity.

The preserver noticed the transmigrators' attitude and bowed, saying:

"We understand."

"Oh."

Tarasin was very surprised.

He could tell from Romulus's previous attitude that these people were most likely Star Gods, and could not possibly be the 'Primarchs' of humans, given their unusual attitude towards humans.

Ramses didn't point it out, since no one would believe him anyway.

Moreover, a false reputation can be useful at times, as it inherently carries authority.

The four members of Dawnwing are no pushovers; their very attitude is enough to command the attention of countless knowledgeable individuals.

"So how should we play?"

Arthur asked.

He didn't believe that in the real universe, a mere Primarch could defeat a Star God in a head-on confrontation, even if it was just a fragment.

Tarahim is clearly a money-grubbing guy.

Or rather, he couldn't wait for Dawnwing and World Forger to fight, so that he could gain something regardless of the outcome.

This guy has only made deals to the Preservators and has never asked the Transmigrators, even though he was actually very interested in the abilities Romulus had previously demonstrated.

“I asked Old Man Huang, and you know he took down the Star God.” Ramses glanced at the pile of unread and unreply messages from the Emperor on Arthur’s body, and his lips twitched.

"As we all know, the Star Gods can manipulate the laws of physics at will and create black holes. Their battles with each other are purely energy clashes, aside from the concepts they represent."

Ramses manipulated psionic energy in Tarasin's twitching eyes, also distorting the physical laws of this small area.

“And psionic energy can obviously achieve the same effect.”

"so--"

"Yes."

Ramses noticed the knowing looks on his two companions' faces and immediately nodded.

"The Void Dragon lost to the old man Huang who was playing with witchcraft during an energy clash while altering reality, so it was imprisoned on Mars."

"."

One can only say that he truly deserves to be called an emperor.

"So we now have three plans."

Ramses held up three fingers.

"First, we'll find a good spot to release the Star God fragment, then use the weapons and equipment we have to blast it down. Once it's weakened enough, we can finish it off. This is based on the premise that the fragment is indeed relatively weak."

"Second, reverse the polarity of the black stone to enhance the influence of the subspace. I'm summoning Old Man Huang to beat up the fragments, but the risk factor is too high. The four of us have been being watched by the Four Gods, and those four will probably come over after smelling the scent."

"Third. The simplest way is to take the Star God directly into the subspace. The Star God fragments will shatter on their own. This is also recorded in the Book of Sad Night in the Black Library. Even the Withered One, as a complete Star God, collapsed on the spot when it entered. The fragments should not be able to withstand it either. Of course, it is also unlikely that they can be recovered."

"This doesn't look like three options."

Arthur tilted his head.

These three can definitely form a process, but personally, he prefers to skip the second part.

"That's right, you can trust me to handle things."

Ramses waved his hand confidently.

Their goal was to obtain the Star God fragments, verify whether Arthur's abilities surpassed the physical laws governed by the Star God, and see if they could add a plugin to this companion who had been isolated in the warp.

Karna legally obtained a bunch of Imperial Faith for free.

Of course, backup plans must be prepared to avoid any mishaps.

The Preservator definitely can't use the "Heaven and Earth Live Together" technique, otherwise he would have blasted this place into the third largest subspace rift after the Great Vortex.

So he said to the custodian:
"By the way, Preservator, how long can the Hypercube Maze maintain its lockdown without you?"

"There is a redundancy of 13 energy cycles, which should be about three hours in real universe time."

The preserver replied.

"Can I see the Hypercube Maze?"

Ramses asked, "I don't need to make contact, nor do I need you to stop your calculations. All I need is for me to be able to see you."

"Right there."

The preservers pointed to the center of their computing array, to a spot that resembled an eye.

The preserver slightly reduced the light intensity, and a vibrant green sphere was revealed.

The Hypercube Maze appears as a small green sphere, much smaller and more delicate than the pumice towers used to imprison the supreme star gods.

"It's alright, it doesn't look big."

Ramses breathed a sigh of relief; if it were the Pumice Tower, he would have suffered a huge loss.

Then, a glint of psionic energy flashed in his eyes.

Karna raised an eyebrow, occasionally hearing a distant and drawn-out wail emanating from the sea of ​​souls.

"Done."

In Tarasim's flickering, seemingly twitching eyes, an identical green sphere appeared in Ramses's hand.

Copying is simple, as it doesn't require deciphering the technology.

"Hmm, the color is too ugly."

He looked the ball up and down, then tossed it around.

The sphere's color suddenly changed to a mix of red and white.

"That way it's foolproof."

Ramses said so.

(End of this chapter)