This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 243 Only ten years have passed
Dawn Sector - Pioneer Sector - Dawn Star - Central Council Hall.

The giant crystal chandelier on the dome cast a soft glow, illuminating the dome's edges, which were inlaid with four-winged emblems and the original shape of the earth, giving it a solemn and majestic appearance.

Romulus, who had been busy all day, was still communicating with the psionic projection in front of him.

As various affairs in the sector returned to normal, Romulus was freed from the crazy overtime mode and is now even able to coordinate work in other sectors.

At this moment, he is communicating with the leaders of the other three development zones besides the Extreme Starfield Joint Exchange Zone.

"With the support of various parties, we have now completely taken control of several important node planets within the Great Vortex Rift and are establishing a stable response mechanism."

"We plan to build a steel ring around the planet's satellites to accommodate more fleets. Once completed, the Greenskins, Chaos, and pirates in the sector will be contained, but we need the technical support of the Dawn Sector."

"The construction of stable trade routes has brought valuable development opportunities to the Great Vortex. A large number of imperial forces from other star sectors have poured into the Great Vortex, bringing productivity as well as the power they have acquired."

"The Imperial Guard, including the Imperial Navy, the Inquisition, the Ministry of Justice, and the Ministry of Military Affairs, is also gradually increasing its strength in the Great Vortex region."

"In response, we have established a comprehensive supply mechanism and planned more void shipyards and fleet docks. Although not as extensive as the Dawn Sector, we still maintain a good relationship with these Imperial armed forces."

"Currently, the Star Claw only controls 30% of the industrial planets in the Great Vortex Universe to produce weapons and equipment more efficiently for supplying the armed forces of various empires. As for the management of non-key planets, I either let them govern themselves or hand them over to other empire departments for development."

Romulus nodded in satisfaction upon hearing Huron's report.

Every reform involves an exchange of benefits. Huron's tax evasion provided a stable environment for the Great Vortex, so this environment should also bring benefits to the surrounding imperial powers. Local powers that received benefits naturally wouldn't say much.

Huron's biggest problem in the past was that he kept trying to increase the influence of Astartes, monopolize trade routes, and sideline the planetary governor, but never shared the pie with others.

To be honest, Huron is more like Horus in the later stages of the Great Crusade than his father Guilliman—he thinks humans are weak and corrupt, and are of no use except for dragging the Great Crusade down.

An excellent Astartes can not only perfectly perform the duties of a mortal ruler, but also do not have to worry about corruption, and do not even need to be paid a salary.

A staunch Grand Astartesian.

But to be fair, Huron's management is quite competent, at least much above the average level in Astartes. With sufficient support, they managed to resolve the vortex in just ten years.

An automated servo skull floated over from the council chamber, its robotic arm carrying a steaming cup of Reca coffee.

Romulus took the porcelain cup, the rising steam blurring his vision.

He blew lightly to dispel the steam, gazed at Huron's figure in the projection, and finally showed an approving expression, feeling gratified that they were able to guide someone onto a better path.

"Well done, Commander Huron."

"It's all thanks to the good guidance from the adults."

This warband leader, who has always been very ambitious, responded in a way that was unusually calm.

Don’t say it, really don’t say it.

This is similar to how Peturabo's temper improved considerably after he became a contractor and no longer had to work as an employee.

Huron has now become the officially recognized master of the vortex, and has achieved his long-held strategic goals: he has both power and money.

Even if they can't openly declare themselves the actual controllers of the Great Vortex, who doesn't know they need to meet Lord Huron, the guardian of the Great Vortex who oversees its defenses, while they're wandering around in the Great Vortex?
We don't need supplies, we don't need equipment, we don't need the support from the Astartes Chapter?

Now Huron no longer cared about those empty titles, and his humility actually seemed quite convincing.

"Indeed, all bad habits stem from poverty."

The automatic doors of the council hall slid open silently, and Karna walked into the hall, where many people had already gathered, a playful smile on his lips, clearly having overheard the conversation that had just taken in.

When Ramses saw Romulus, who was still voluntarily working overtime for him, he felt a sudden toothache.

Inter-stellar communication is always busy; he has to pay for it and maintain the connection.

For time travelers, it's not so bad; the offerings to ensure secure long-distance communication can simply be replaced with soul energy.

But maintain
My brain.

Ramses rubbed his head and glanced at the psionic amplifier made of soul stones next to the holographic projection.

This was even with Eldar acting as operators in the Warp. I really don't know how Makador managed to make psionic calls to millions of worlds of the Imperium simultaneously back then.

"Tarasin".

Ramses found a chair and sat down, waiting for the report to finish. He put one hand on his hip, impatiently tapping his golden mask with his fingertips, and turned to look at the green-robed figure who was huddled with Caul.

"Don't you space necromancers have any means of faster-than-light communication?"

He still had his eye on Tarachin's collection.

"What space necromancer?"

Tarasin slowly withdrew the metal hand that had been reaching for Kaul's robotic arm, the optical lens embedded in the skull face zooming in dramatically, like an offended mortal.

Instead of answering the question, he first made a human-like expression with his eyes being different sizes.

The expression appeared exceptionally vivid through the lens of the living metal. "Please address me as the Great Sage of Forging, Tarasin, from the Forging World of Solemnas."

After saying that, he solemnly shook the bright green holy robe he was wearing, on which the holy emblem was the emblem of his necromancer dynasty.

Kaul's expression twitched subtly beneath the mechanical mask.

To be honest, aside from being rather green, it actually looks quite convincing.

Seeing the other party's behavior of not even bothering to act, standing next to the Great Sage in red and green, Ramses's eye twitched.

"The Great Sage Tarasim was forged."

He took a deep breath and patiently repeated.

Do you have any other faster-than-light communication technologies?

"No."

Tarasin shook his head.

Since the Silent King destroyed the Triune Council's control agreement over all Necromancer dynasties in space, Necromancers have had to use the Tombstone Gate to hack into the web channel to transmit information when they want to communicate across star sectors, depending on whether there is an Ancient Holy Cult web channel gate in the local area.

The only efficient way to travel faster than light in this universe is through subspace, which is achieved by the Star Gods. Before the Burner, a rare Star God who understands subspace technology, hacked the Web, the only option was to rely on physical methods to achieve faster than light.

Now you understand, the warp is noble.

"what--"

Ramses leaned back heavily in his chair, the leather seat creaking under the strain.

Ramses wasn't unwilling to use Tombstone technology, but he dared not promote it until he had wiped out the Necromancers of the cosmos, at least the one that had a bad attitude towards humanity.

What's the point of a method that can't be widely adopted? Can it reduce his workload?

He's already having a headache just trying to keep the Spirit Clan from causing trouble, does he really think everything is 100% trustworthy?

Even Astartes isn't 100% reliable, otherwise, why hasn't Astartes returned yet? You don't think that by throwing Astartes out, they can just sit back and enjoy increased production efficiency, improved sector strength, and then beat up the Empire and Chaos, do you?
There are only four people in this world who are 100% safe.

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Tarasin also understood Ramses's wariness of necromancy.

After all, among their race, very few are skilled at dealing with other races, and even fewer are mentally sound.

Many necromantic dynasties have recently awakened.

The first thing they did was check if the machine modules were functioning properly and confirm the current time period.

The second task was to formulate a plan for the 'War of Heaven,' a battle against the Ancients.

I can only say it's difficult.

"Hey~"

Faced with the current state of his race, Tarasin couldn't help but sigh pessimistically.

For the past ten years, he hasn't paid much attention to other matters; instead, he's been making himself known to the four 'Primarchs' in turn.

In any case, conflicts between most groups of space necromancers and humans are inevitable in the future, which is why Talasien has always been cautious about the Wings of Dawn.

He did not want the Primarchs to regard all the Necrons of space, including himself, as enemies.

after all--

Tarasin looked beyond the dome, towards the azure sky.

The orbital defense platform, which was previously hidden among the stars, is now refracting the rising sun's light into a cold blue-white. The blue sky of Dawn Star is adorned with the signal lights of the orbital defense platform, making it look like an inverted Milky Way.

In the Foundry Starport, a foundry support ship from the Dawn Sector is being launched, joining the massive fleet.

Compared to the mechanical ark of the Sage Ruler, this ship is much smaller, but it carries enough industrial facilities and personnel to enable a planet to acquire the production capacity of several industrial worlds within three years.

The only drawback is that it is somewhat fragile, so it requires a large fleet to accompany it.

Watching the navigation lights on the bow of the ship slowly illuminate, casting long streaks of light across the sky and merging into a dense band of light.

Countless starships are converging.

Tarasin couldn't help but sigh softly.

Only ten years have passed.

(End of this chapter)