This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 290 A thick barrier has already formed between us.

Great Sage Vossey stood at attention.

Before today, if someone had asked him what Om Messiah was, he might have analyzed the other person's sect, usually prioritizing avoiding conflict, before giving his answer.

Every denomination has a different definition of Om Messiah, and no one can give a perfect answer.

Om Messiah is more like a bottom line engraved in his heart, preventing him from being blinded by the waves of chaos and preventing him from succumbing to the evil beings who attempt to use knowledge to make him their henchmen.

But after today, he will firmly tell everyone.

He has seen Om Messiah!
If someone claims he can create matter out of thin air and imbue creations with spirit, then Voschi would surely hit him in the head with a Phase Disintegration Gun, since his head is useless anyway.

but now.

His gaze swept around.

The golden-masked wizard creates matter, the light of atomic recombination dancing between his pale fingers, endowing creations with a spirit, and causing those newborn mechanical creations to emit their first cries.

The ruler deconstructs information; the data stream manifests in his eyes as a dazzling galaxy, driving creation to function, with every command as precise as the meshing of clock gears.

The Silent Knight solidified reality, and the distorted shadows beneath his feet became orderly. He shaped the environment in which creation should function correctly, and space around him presented a perfect state of reality.

The three 'Primarchs'.

Sage Voschi swallowed hard. He sensed from them an extraordinary thirst for knowledge, an unusual desire for control, and an unwavering resolve, as if they would remain steadfast regardless of any external influences.

This is what constitutes the world of truth.

A thick barrier had already separated them.

That is an insurmountable chasm between mortals and gods.

These are three gods!

"Om Messiah?"

He asked respectfully, his gaze shifting back and forth between the three beings.

"That's too superficial."

Faced with further questions, Ramses waved his hand arrogantly, revealing a pleased and satisfied expression beneath his mask, pleased with his successful act of charlatanry.

He straightened his back, faced the greasy guy in front of him, and loudly proclaimed:
"Please call me the custodian of knowledge."

Anyway, Tzeentch can't hear him, so it doesn't stop him from talking nonsense.

While sorting through the harvest, Tarasin couldn't help but stumble and almost bumped into the data table piled high with artifacts.

Tarachin couldn't help but glance at Ramses, then shook his head and continued waiting for Kaul to finish recording the data.

Although he now has an official permit to raid tombs, he still has to upload his loot. Dawn Wings doesn't covet the rare book in his possession, but he still has to hand over the technical details.

He doesn't care about the technical value; he values ​​the historical value more in his collection.

Just like that reckless nobleman from Vigilant Star who had a penchant for collecting extinction weapons, his collection was worthless in Tarachin's eyes before he chose to fight the host.

But his collection gained value when he chose to confront the host and attempted to activate these weapons.

Secondly, one can casually experience the senses that belong only to the soul.

As his thoughts rippled with the fluctuations of his emotions, Taracin continued to ponder whether the person who had gained the soul was truly himself, while arranging the artifacts.

In fact, the four adults readily agreed to his request to grant him a blank soul.

But Ramses' next three questions completely stumped him.

"Now, as an individual named Tarachin, do you still understand a series of excellent qualities that the fearful of death identify with, and do you acknowledge yourself as a fearful of death?"

"Are your metallic body, your endless lifespan, and even your anxiety about whether you are still 'yourself' all irrelevant?"

"If you don't consider yourself 'yourself' now, then are you 'you' after you've gained a soul?"

After much deliberation, Tarachin decided against merging his consciousness with his soul. Instead, he paid to rent a soul to experience it occasionally, and in the process, he pondered whether he really needed a soul and whether he was truly himself.

In short, he was so engrossed in philosophical questions that he almost overheated his processor; he even had to borrow his soul to ponder them every time.

What, you're asking what Ramses himself thought?
He didn't really watch it; he just said it was for fun.

It's not just for fun.

The Tarachin dynasty possessed a great deal of necromancy technology, and its people were among the best tomb raiders.

Incidentally, it might also unintentionally reveal the coordinates of the 'rivals' dynasties, or serve as a part-time necromancer diplomat to negotiate with those tomb worlds to get them to relocate, thus ensuring the safety of the Dawn Sector.

In this operating model, long-term leasing can be far more profitable than outright purchase, just like when you buy a luxury car, the seller might not be happy if you pay in full and insist that you take out a loan.

Moreover, the soul is a unique resource, and Ramses can't possibly expect people to pay for gas like they would for a car, can he?

So currently, the time travelers are essentially using their souls to keep Tarachin on the hook and work for free.

However, this kind of business tactic, which is disgusted by countless people in the 21st century, is like heavenly music to Tarachin's eyes.

There's a choice! There's actually a choice!

Tarachin immediately renewed the three-hundred-year-old tradition.

It's roughly equivalent to a contract of servitude.

Thinking of this, Ramses tore open another rift and glanced at the Eldar who were working hard in the park while praising him.

I always felt that these guys had a really tough time in the past.

Ramses felt that he and Megatron might have a lot in common.

"Have you set them up enough?"

Romulus's question rang out.

Ramses was shining a psionic light on himself, striking a pose, while the guy was kowtowing to him. He was so embarrassed.

Especially the expression on the other side that looked like it belonged to a ghost.

"That's enough, that's enough. I told you to call me for this kind of thing."

Ramses casually withdrew the psionic influence.

We don't need to worry about Arthur; let him continue to act aloof.

Then asked.

"See how effective it is?"

He discovered the importance of faith when he realized that the Empire's magical political system made things go more smoothly because everyone was treated as Primarchs.

Many methods are inconvenient, but religious methods are quick. Moreover, the practice of using faith to create warp entities as aliases has been successful in recent years. Ramses can also leverage the fact that everyone has the ability to remove emotional influence, thus driving this power without side effects.

Of course, risk testing has always been conducted, and in fact, the vast majority of time is spent on risk verification.

Romulus did not rush to answer, but instead asked:
"Do you remember when we first planned to compete with the Emperor for faith?"

"remember."

"Have you ever considered, like posing as Om Messiah, creating some heretical disguise to subdue these monsters and freaks in the middle ranks of the Empire?"

Seeing Voschi's reaction, Romulus recalled the "Investigation on Factors Related to the Influence of Chaos Corruption on Various Levels of the Empire" that he had compiled with the Invincible Iron Guard at the very beginning of the expedition.

The common people are actually the simplest. With improved living conditions and a sense of hope for the future, everyone is busy contributing to the construction of the "New Human Empire," so naturally they have no time to believe in those ethereal and illusory evil gods.

High-ranking figures such as the High Lords of Terra, the Chapter Masters of Astartes, and even extreme figures like Rogue Dorne, are either extremely difficult to corrupt or are simply impenetrable. If there are any conflicts, they can be resolved through physical exorcism, so there is no need to worry about issues of faith.

These issues are more complex for middle management.

Can't go up, can't come down.

You might say it's completely rotten, but it's not quite. In fact, it still has some aspirations.

How amazing do you want me to say?

Not necessarily. They have the ability, but due to factors such as background and opportunities, they are stuck in an awkward position and never achieve their goals.

These are the people who are most easily corrupted.

Their lives may be just one push away, either propelling them forward or sending them plummeting into the abyss.

The Warhammer universe, on the other hand, is dominated by a deep and dark theme.

Basically, they all fall into a trap, either stubbornly denying that they're eating "Nine-Turned Intestines" (a type of Chinese herbal medicine), or they lie down and give up.

"Since we're going to fall into a pit anyway, why don't we dig it out first?"

Ramses smiled confidently, indicating that he had already thought of that.

"I have some ideas about this, but I've discussed it with Master Ya, and it's not appropriate to act without the authority."

What authority?
The authority to truly carve out a private territory in the subspace.

To empower believers or to establish a connection with them requires authority, just as Nugure could not establish a connection with a pioneering and freedom-loving scientist.

If no connection can be established, how can corruption be discussed?

So if you want to corrupt—no, if you want to redeem more people, then you need to get a relatively broad concept.

However, these broad concepts are mostly monopolized by these gods.

On the Mechanicus side, the transmigrators, strictly speaking, cheated by materializing their souls.

After all, the materialization of the soul is incredibly sinister; you can't explain something from nothing without using primordial motivation.

Therefore, they can rely on their existing abilities to impersonate mechanical gods.

Now everyone has the confidence to fight back against the tech enthusiasts. Even if they want to cause trouble, we're not afraid. Moreover, it's clear that we need to have a big fight with all the tech enthusiasts. It's no harm to show this hand.

As a wizard who could recite all versions of the Imperial Divine Words by heart, Ramses had even come up with the doctrines.

The four Primarchs are the Holy Spirits who emanate from the Messiah and walk among the world.

Because of the grace of the mechanical god, the Holy Spirit is the only one who can create something from nothing and endow machines with spirituality;
This was accomplished by Om Messiah sacrificing his life and shedding blood on the Golden Throne.

perfect.

Invite them to a feast, behead them, and take them in as dogs.

"It's good that you have this idea."

After listening to his partner's explanation, Romulus nodded.

To put it bluntly, even if the four of them abandon their bottom line, they can still look down on the subspace in terms of morality and credibility. What can those scumbags in the subspace use to compete with them for treatment?

It's simply that now that the key authorities have been taken over, they need to find a way to get rid of some of the original leaders.

Right now, they should pick on the weakest targets, just like they're not in a hurry to fight the Supreme Star God Imperial City. Going head-to-head with the Four Gods right away would be suicidal.

Romulus glanced at Arthur again, then thought of Karna, who was still running around.

He has full confidence.

"Write me a detailed report later."

he added.

Ramses' face immediately fell, and he looked at Arthur for help.

Master Ya is the one who understands the subspace best besides him.

Arthur rarely showed a look of disgust, then shook his head helplessly.

Ramses chuckled.
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The brief conversation among the group had ended, but the sage Voschi, who knew nothing about it, remained silent.

He is thinking.

A myriad of thoughts surged in my mind.

He began to weigh the value of this gift, considering how to use it to advance his research breakthroughs; he meticulously observed the characteristics of the Primitive, repeatedly searched through the literature in his memory, and at the same time calculated the price he would have to pay, pondering the best way to please the Primitive Force.

and--

To my shame, in the midst of his wandering thoughts, Voschi even conceived an extremely blasphemous idea.

He wanted Om Messiah to accept his service alone, and if he did not, he would destroy him completely. Even if no one could gain Om Messiah's favor, he would not allow his enemies who opposed him to receive any favor.

These time travelers all knew this.

But it doesn't matter.

This is how the future will unfold.

It was this novel idea, this disruptive plan, this complete rejection of old ways of thinking, that led him to weigh the profound impact of a completely new existence, taking all the gains and losses into account.

The future has already emerged.

The three looked at each other for a moment, then nodded in tacit agreement.

The next step is to see how they, as the leaders, should proceed.

(End of this chapter)