This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 286 Time to get down to business, Master La!

"Did not say?"

Bevedan narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in his grey-blue pupils.

He glanced sideways at Aspire, whose face was filled with embarrassment, and his lips twitched slightly. He almost instantly guessed what had happened.

At that time, he was probably one of the "god-like men" that Lord Ramses spoke of.

"Whoo~"

He suddenly let out a long breath, as if to expel the pent-up emotions in his chest.

Then, he swiftly propped himself up and slammed his well-defined knuckles onto the apothecary's shoulder with such force that Aspiel staggered slightly.

It has clearly been enhanced with psionic energy.

The way psionic energy is charged is like this: when Wolf King and Magnus fought a 1v1 psionic battle, they even used the Heaven and Earth and Instant Thousand Strikes to fight each other. Using psionic energy in a fight is a routine operation for the think tank.

If you can't endure the hardships of psionic power, you'll have to endure the hardships of failure.

"See you in arena number nine, one-on-one, two blood, no psionic attacks allowed."

His voice was deep, yet undeniably authoritative.

He was being conservative before, thinking he owed his good brother something, but it turns out everyone's level of eccentricity is about the same.

Aspire's face fell, and his hand unconsciously touched the tranquilizer gun.

Ramses chuckled to himself.

After observing the Primarchs' extraordinary actions and the Emperor's parenting skills, which guided these geniuses to begin self-reflection, he remained silent and sat down to drink with several think tank members from various warbands.

We also took the opportunity to review the problems they encountered in using psionic energy.

"Reverse the runes of the third sequence? Is your Deathwatch's psionic theory class based on the Fearful Cult?"

A member of the Holy Blood Angels think tank slammed his hand on the table and stood up, causing the long table to creak under the strain of his psionic projection.

Think tanks that have long been educated by Ramses think this guy is somewhat of a genius.

This is like removing the speed limiter from a warship's engine for the sake of speed; the power is certainly greater, but who knows if it will explode in the next second.

"What else can we do? Using psionic energy to expel the psionic influence of other beings within the exorcism dead zone is the only way."

Deathwatch think tank countered.

As a force that has been fighting aliens for years, they had clashed with the Necromancers countless times long before the Empire had official records of them. Unfortunately, many Necromancer ruins also contain the ancient Chosen of Chaos.

Engage in battles with the Chosen Ones of Chaos and alien undead from space within the Exorcist's Domain.

Deathwatch has experienced similar events many times.

Faced with this debate, Ramses' eyes behind his visor flickered slightly. He chuckled and pushed his wine glass toward the center of the table. Suddenly, his right hand, encased in metal, unleashed a psionic projection.

As the blue light flashed, the data on the exorcism dead zone provided by Taraxin exploded before everyone's eyes like fireworks.

"Look closely at this energy ripple."

He spoke.

Suddenly, a spiderweb-like pattern appeared on the barrier in the projection, and tiny sparks of psionic energy scattered and fled like startled fireflies.

"You can't look at it."

After saying that, he punched the head of the Holy Blood Angels think tank and sent it flying.

Regarding the issue of psychic research, Ramses himself was inclined to strengthen the research.

After all, they had already tested the Spirit Exorcising Dead Zone at Tarasin's place, which could isolate the warp. If warp entities were willing to pay a certain price, they could forcibly break through the Spirit Exorcising Dead Zone's blockade.

Given Lucius's ability to be resurrected by the Necromancer in space, this means that the warp will be a deeply entrenched threat to life in this universe.

Since complete isolation is impossible, understanding is inevitable. We can't be completely ignorant of each other. After all, humanity is gradually evolving into a psionic race. The so-called soulless beings are actually special warp projections, not non-existent beings.

The principle behind their isolation from the influence of the warp is that they rely on their black hole-like soul projections to absorb all the free warp energy and place it into their soul projections, thus preventing psykers around them from casting spells.

Ramses' creation of a practical and stable anchor for the various chapters to serve as a banner of honor during the Dawn Expedition was also based on this principle.

However, relying on the extraordinary wisdom he gained from the demons, he constructed a ritualistic system that could summon demons to be burned. After adding honor-related bindings, the promotion effect was quite good.

The only troublesome thing is that this is essentially a sacrifice to the subspace through a material carrier, which makes use of the subspace's own mechanism, so the subspace entity cannot be burned directly.

However, offering sacrifices to the Eldar or other alien races would also work.

Anyway, going to other evil gods would not only subject you to endless torment, but even dying a peaceful death would be a problem. I also provide a one-stop service for cremation and funeral, so you can die cleanly.

"understood?"

After the projection ended, Ramses asked the question.

"understood."

The Deathwatch think tank immediately nodded. "It's a good thing to debate problems and propose solutions."

Ramses tapped his temple lightly with his finger, the metal fingertip striking his skull with a crisp sound.

"However, I suggest you don't use your imagination in the future; you can just call me directly."

"grown ups."

The Deathwatch think tank immediately showed hesitation.

"Don't--"

Knowing what the other was thinking, Ramses quickly raised his hand and made a cutting gesture.

Brother, please stop messing with me!

“Remember this: my time is for any questions you may have. Don’t give me any of those flashes of inspiration. The trouble you create by your own speculations is far more than the trouble you cause by asking me a couple of questions.”

"If you have any questions, please ask me. As your mentor, I can definitely solve your problems, and you will be able to solve similar problems on your own in the future, understand?"

While he advocated for the application of psionic power when necessary, and believed it could be integrated into the Empire's information and military systems, he did not go to the extreme of promoting it across the board.

I just felt that since we finally have such an oddball like him, it's necessary to give the troops in the empire, who often have to face chaos, some proper education.

Especially various censorship agencies and violent institutions.

For example, Astartes, the Assassin's Court, the Inquisition, and the Astrail Forces stationed in Cadia.

Many subgroups have no understanding of Chaos, and priests who are frequently thrown into Chaos often make the warband a mess.

The one being called out is a subgroup of the Holy Blood Angels, the Angels of Repentance.

This battle group was once known as the "Radiant Angels." In addition to fighting, the soldiers were also passionate about artistic creation. The murals, sculptures, and battle songs that accompanied their lives did indeed play a role in stabilizing morale. During that golden period, the Death Company was almost nowhere to be seen in the entire battle group.

But by the middle of the 41st millennium, everything had changed.

While the Chapter Master was leading the main force on an expedition, the Chapter Priests, under the influence of a heretic who proclaimed himself a "prophet," launched a coup. They established the so-called "Thorn Council" and used an iron fist to control the entire Chapter.

Art was completely banned, and soldiers were encouraged to spy on and denounce each other.

In this extremely oppressive environment, the number of members of the Warband who were incorporated into the Death Company due to the outbreak of Black Fury began to increase exponentially.

Dante has recently set things right, and Romulus has chosen a suitable time to communicate about this matter, which is a good opportunity to establish the authority of the Blood Angels as they develop, so as to better control the subordinate groups.

Such potential risks must be eliminated.

Over the past decade, as numerous chapters have visited the Dawn Sector, Ramses has also selected suitable think tanks and provided them with one-on-one specialized training to minimize the risk of chaos contamination to the chapters.

Having chosen these people as his students, Ramses was naturally not afraid of trouble.

To be honest, with the Primarch's aura over them, these Space Marine think tanks are far more obedient than he was when he was a student.

If his advisor could handle the trouble, there's no reason why he shouldn't be able to handle the less pressure on his side.

The think tank, located in another star system, was taken aback. The heavy breathing sounds from the respirator finally morphed into a firm voice:

"clear."

"As long as you know."

Ramses nodded, then thanked the Holy Blood Angels' intelligence corps:
"Thank you for reporting it in time. Please give my regards to Morpheus."

Since undergoing the transformation by the original forging, the chief think tank of the Holy Blood Angel has embarked on an extraordinary path.

Meanwhile, Karna, having been exorcised from the warp, relinquished his dependence on Blackfury, allowing the chief strategist of the Holy Blood Angels to strengthen his connection with Blackfury himself, thus moving further and further down the path of cultivation.

"is teacher."

The Holy Blood Angels think tank immediately responded with the standard Eagle Salute, then hung up the communication, and the projection turned into countless points of light that dissipated into the air.

'Another day of saving the world.'

Ramses rubbed his temples, looking at the data reported by the Eldar operator.

Lei Buque might surprise him again someday. He knew all too well about these psionic things; the potential dangers were like time bombs, ready to explode at any moment when the situation was most critical.

Although it may not necessarily affect him, it would be bad if it caused too much damage.

Thinking of the potential increase in casualty reports and resource depletion, Ramses frowned slightly, took a breath, created a projection, and sank his consciousness into the subspace.

They began to relieve stress by beating up demons in the warp.

"I really tried my best."

He thought to himself, watching the wailing demon in his hand turn into a wisp of green smoke and dissipate, the information from which began to flow into the park for analysis and processing.

The storms of the warp roared around him, and countless thoughts swept over him, yet they remained completely unaware of him.

(End of this chapter)