This is our Warhammer journey

Is Chapter 239 the end? No, this is just the beginning (4k, more to come).
Amidst the chaos of the planet, a small meeting of three is taking place within the newly repaired ruins.

After Arthur cut the WorldShaper into a free state, he informed Romulus via communication and then came here with the remaining two.

They are listening to Tarachin recount the space necromancer's understanding of the power of the stars.

None of us are gods; our understanding of this universe comes from Riddler GW, games, and interviews with various authors. But in this universe, no one understands the Star God Fragments better than Tarachin.

"This is the original form of the Star God."

Ramses curiously played with the metal, which was exhibiting a disordered and free-floating form in the gravitational field, wondering what would happen if he stuffed soul power into it.

All the Star Gods are essentially an unanalyzable cloud of energy, and the technology of Living Metal was originally given to the undead by them to build bodies that would allow them to move freely in the material universe.

Only by fusing with a metallic shell can they move about in space.

Each Star God has its own unique authority; the Nightbringer is death, and the Void Dragon is the controller of technology in the material world.

The world shapers themselves, through the precise calculations of their thoughts, can tear planets apart and reshape them into more pleasing forms.

So after going insane, the WorldShaper became the weakest of the three, because it completely lost control of its power.

He looks like a big threat, but he's actually just a fool who uses a gun like a hammer.

"Should we put all the planets back?"

The ground trembled continuously, and Arthur could feel the earth beneath his feet slowly detaching from its original course.

The originally flowing living metal was drawn out in the void, gathered like mercury, and then transformed into a bright silver scabbard, which was precisely nested on the black sword.

He understood it immediately. As Tarasin continued to explain the basic abilities of the Star God to the group, he roughly understood how to use the Star God's power.

Meanwhile, in the highest heavens, Khorne, who was still peering into the real universe, felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

His crimson gaze was abruptly cut off; the area was rejecting his presence, as if an invisible barrier was shutting him out.

This angered Him, and He pounded the throne, causing the skull ornaments to rattle.

After saying that, Arthur glanced at Tarasin.

"If you don't care about the original appearance of this planet, the planet will not disappear just because the force that restrains it is gone. The internal region will stabilize in a decade or so. This kind of cosmic disaster should not be a problem for humanity."

Tarasin replied quickly, as if someone had a knife to his throat.

Damn it, they said it wasn't a Star God, but that these fragments were usable right away.

Where exactly did the emperor find these extraordinary people?

Taracin quickly constructed a complete logical chain in his mind.

[The Emperor first tricked Arthur into cutting up the other three fragments, then made Arthur cut up himself, then somehow rekindled their consciousness, and finally tricked them into saving humanity.]

Well, this isn't the first time that person has done this; it's just that they've switched to using a Star God.

A bitter fluctuation arose in the data stream within his head, and precious treasures guarded by the gods surfaced in his memory bank.

Those things could have been better preserved and studied in his hands, instead of gradually disappearing in the selfish struggles of the gods.

Unfortunately, similar collections were always being eyed by those gods, and they were far too selfish to leave him even one, even though he was far more lenient towards those original beings than those five heartless gods.

Then Tarahim convinced himself in this straightforward way.

"Then let's just leave it like that. Master Ya, you can try to speed it up."

Ramses felt there was no need to insist on comparing it to Terra. He would have to ask the Great Sage to bring Pield over and add a planet to disrupt the feng shui of this star system.

Aligning with the solar system is not a good thing. From a metaphysical perspective—well, from the theory of subspace mapping—it usually doesn't end well.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

As his research into the subspace deepened, he genuinely resisted these metaphysical practices that could easily lead to disaster.

It is known that there is a Pocket Empire in 30k, which is exactly the same as the Solar System. There is also an Emperor there, sitting on an icy toilet in a cold snowfield, maintaining the barely surviving human society.

There is now one in the Pioneer Galaxy, which is used to seal away half of the Star Gods that have escaped, in order to preserve the last spark of humanity. The preservers here also have their own cyber toilet seats.

Then, as everyone knows from Terra, Old Man Huang has been welded to the golden toilet for ten thousand years.

Everyone has their own toilet to sit on, which is acceptable.

According to Chinese understanding, this is equivalent to having an open-eyed Guan Gong tattooed on one's back in a world where evil spirits truly exist; if one's fate is not strong enough, one is easily killed on the spot.

"What should we do with this fragment?"

Arthur asked again, tapping lightly on the newly formed, gleaming silver scabbard.

Karna approached Tarasin in an attempt to obtain some 21st-century fruit essences, as he had always felt that the things he created from memory didn't taste right.

"My idea is that you should keep it for now, Master Ya. After all, you know a lot of techniques and it can be useful."

Ramses stroked the chin of the golden-faced man, his tone carrying a hint of consideration.

"By the way, could you compress the blackstone for me? It's quite useful."

"can."

Arthur nodded, the black sword trembling slightly in its sheath.

Anyway, he's going to be leading the Dark Angels, so he has to learn all the necessary physics knowledge, otherwise he won't be able to understand Steelwing's reports.

The current Star God fragments have no subjective consciousness whatsoever; they are like public faucets that spray water with a simple twist, entirely dependent on the user.

If this falls into the hands of those lunatics, it will become the next insane star god.

However, it would be a waste to simply give the Star God fragments to Arthur, since the Star God's true privilege is to arbitrarily modify the laws of physics. But Ramses didn't want to interfere with Arthur's mindset, because if he lost the ability to subjectively interfere with reality, he would really be in trouble.

Let's leave it at that for now. If all else fails, we can build a man-made Star God similar to the World Engine in the future.

Ramses thought so.

In any case, they don't need to spend the same effort as the space necromancers to restrain the Star God fragments, so the technical difficulty should be much lower.

"Let's go, let's go back to our nest!"

Ramses tossed his golden cloak aside and took the lead.

Having thought things through and confirmed that the fragments posed no significant risk, Ramses simply called everyone to leave and head towards Tarasin's aircraft.

The planets in the Pioneer Galaxy are currently uninhabitable, but fortunately, the mobile cities of the Human Alliance are themselves small ecosystems. With the Empire's gathering ships collecting the necessary raw materials, drifting in outer space for decades is not a problem.

"I'll steer the boat."

When Tarachin saw that he still had things to do, he jogged to the driver's seat, giving everyone a full demonstration of what a person who truly wants to improve looks like.

It's a wonderful thing that the adults don't dislike him.

Don't laugh at his arrogant attitude that turns out to be humble.

The allure of biological transformation and consciousness carrying a soul is simply too great; it's incredibly tempting.
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The entire galaxy is trembling violently. After losing the control of the Star God, gravity has once again become the dominant force. The orbits of the planets are slowly correcting themselves in the chaos, while the out-of-control energy storm is still raging, and meteorites and debris are sweeping across the void like a torrential rain.

The Void Shield of the Guardian Fleet flickered incessantly, and the impact of each piece of debris created fine ripples on the Void Shield's barrier.

However, no one was afraid.

The time travelers, in particular, were thrilled by this.

The guard fleet systematically adjusted its positions in deep space. When the void shield was about to reach its limit, another warship would take its place, escorting the main force in the center to the outer reaches of the star system.

The Black Stone Ruins became the only anchor point in this turbulent universe. Ramses recalibrated the polarity of the Black Stone, stitching together the rift that surged with crimson fury inch by inch.

Khorne's gaze lingered, but ultimately crumbled before the barrier of reality, leaving only a roar of resentment echoing deep within the warp.

"We've been driven away?" Karna was taken aback, feeling the last trace of threat recede, and then he relaxed completely.

The war god who swept through thousands of troops was suddenly transformed into a peaceful deity.

He rubbed his shoulder again, feeling a constant soreness.

The series of events that followed were like buckets of cold water, constantly cooling down his ambitious spirit and causing him to fall into self-doubt.

No matter where I go, misfortune persists; every time I see hope, I am met with even heavier suffering.

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing that Karna was not boarding the plane for a long time, Arthur asked him.

"It's nothing, just my mind is a bit of a mess."

Karna released his grip, and the turmoil and inner turmoil quickly dissipated.

He boarded the plane, and as the entire fuselage became transparent, the entire planet was revealed before his eyes. Karna said:

"They will come again."

"Are you afraid?"

"no!"

Karna shook his head.

"Sometimes I just don't know what to do; this kind of power is completely beyond the capabilities of ordinary people."

Chaos is another world, a being that unilaterally draws nourishment from reality, and the resistance they are now launching is a chasm that no amount of thought can bridge.

And the most crucial thing is that whether they come or not, whether to fight or not, is not something that humans can decide at present.

"but now."

The aircraft ascended rapidly, with Tarasin thoughtfully taking on the role of pilot, Karna's tone becoming more forceful.

"I will not stop, I will wait for them to judge me!"

The existence of the Pioneer Galaxy and the countless weeping beings who moved him during the Hive Wars all told him that the beauty of humanity in this universe has never been extinguished.

They don't need time travelers to fill in the colors, nor do they need time travelers to encompass everything.

They just need help.

In this story, which was destined to be a tragedy from the very beginning, not a single person hesitated or wavered.

They are like that, and so are we.

"But now, what we see is not a wasteland with nothing."

In the newly formed galaxy, Karna made a promise to his companions, and also to himself.

"I will keep going until I am shattered to pieces."

"Ah."

Arthur nodded, then turned around.

"Let's hit the road."
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The victors have returned.

Their figures emerged from the shattered star field, trailing behind them the lingering afterglow of energy, like the dawn piercing through the eternal night.

Hope and the future, now materialized, arrive with their every step.

The preservers, who had been closely monitoring the battlefield, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your help, my fellow countrymen."

They were completely convinced; the scene before them was more effective than a thousand theories.

We won, what's there to say?

Using the observation instruments inside the warship to look into deep space, they watched the star system that was becoming increasingly distant from the solar system. As if they had let go of something, the entire machine's operating frequency dropped at that moment.

"it is finally over."

"Finish?"

Romulus looked around; his companions hadn't arrived yet, so he could only smile reservedly.

"This is just the beginning, proving that we have the potential to unlock the underlying logic of this universe."

"Just the beginning?"

"Yes."

He nodded.

"As more and more humans join our domain, how should our forces operate? How should productivity be allocated? How can we defeat the enemies that surround us? How can we safely expose people to the truth of this universe? And how can we govern a nation that belongs to humanity?"

Countless people in the Dawn Sector alone are still living in misery. They have only obtained a fragment of a Star God; they still have a lot to do.

To manage the entire star sector, deal with threats from within and outside the Empire, and fight against Chaos, while also seeking the power of the Reapers to resurrect weightlifting champion Guilliman in order to reduce the risks to the Reaper Army.
Let's take it one step at a time. Let's start by liberating this civilization, then the Dawn Sector, and then the Hazy Sector, which is threatened by Chaos.

In the end, they will resolve everything.

Romulus seemed to have endless things to say, and the more he spoke, the more attentively the preservers listened.

In fact, after repeated setbacks, they already had answers to many questions.

This universe is filled with malice and will drag every race equally into the abyss.

But at this very moment, a fire called ambition is raging.

Why must we live in the abyss?

Why should we accept this hopeless answer?
This world shouldn't be like this!

Can we join?

They asked.

"of course."

The three of them had somehow arrived beside Romulus.

Arthur stood with his arms crossed, half of his body hidden under a dark cloak, the scabbard of his sword peeking out shimmering with light; Ramses held a polar black stone that he had compressed into a scale with his psychic energy in one hand, a deep laugh coming from beneath his golden mask.

The last one, Karna, took half a step forward, the energy patterns on his armor not yet completely extinguished, and extended his palm to the Preservers.

"We welcome you."

So they said.
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“Beautiful~”

A collector captured this moment, his fingertips tracing back and forth across the suspended image.

He felt both regret and relief, a complex mix of emotions converging in his computational center.

History took a subtle turn at this moment.

Now, we won't be able to see the death of hope.

　P.S.: There's more to come. The monthly pass event is also finished. I'll write more later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)