This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 297 Why is Ramses a god?
In the hazy star field, on the surface of Amegidodton, in the fiery wasteland...

The Grey Knights emerged from the ionized air.

They didn't quite understand why the Primarchs would choose this desolate continent, excluded from the industrial center of Amegadoton, as their meeting place, but given the sensitivity of their own identities, it might be a rather suitable location.

But the reality was not as they thought.

Boom, boom, boom——

As the teleportation curtain dissipated, a deafening mechanical roar instantly overwhelmed all senses.

What comes into view is an incredibly busy mine, with dozens of mountain-like mining machines wielding giant cutting arms, their serrated drill bits easily tearing the earth apart.

In the excavated rock strata, tons of Amighiddon specialty minerals, emitting an eerie fluorescent green glow, are exposed to the air.

However, these combustible organic ores, a specialty of Amegidon with extremely high quality and energy density, and highly sought after even by the Imperial Navy, were not given any attention. Instead, they were dumped into a continental fissure deliberately carved out by naval cannons, just like a pile of insignificant garbage.

Outside the mine, a large number of fully armed guards were deployed, and their equipment alone was enough to indicate the extraordinary power of the sages who led them.

On the earth, which resembled a hole, sages dressed in black and gray robes were running around in the huge gaps carved out by the mining machinery, carrying bird divination instruments, like cockroaches crawling in and out of the cracks.

Huangquan No. 8 and Agrippina.

Based on his long experience dealing with Mars, Grossis was able to roughly determine the identities of these sages.

Both are world-renowned foundries.

If they weren't exceptionally strong, they would all be heretics and traitors on the Martian list.

Grossis's gaze lingered briefly on a member of the Mechanicus who was hurrying past, and he was surprised to find that this was actually a Great Sage of Forging from Agrippina.

Here's a little trick: all of Agrippina's badges and even their paint schemes are reversed compared to Mars. So, by reversing the Mars standard, you can directly apply it to the Agrippina standard, which will help you identify their identities immediately.

The one who openly betrayed his country is a traitor.

These busy sages naturally noticed these uninvited guests, but after noticing their identities as Astartes and the Imperial Guard, they lost interest and continued their work in the ravine.

Where should we go?

Even the shield guard company commander was somewhat confused.

As the emperor's personal guard, he rarely experienced being ignored.

Clearly, in the eyes of these sages, dealing with an Imperial Guard was far less important than the work they were currently engaged in.

Grossis turned to look at Diego.

He is currently the one maintaining communication.

"The host will be here shortly."

Diego quickly replied.

Before everyone could process their surprise, a dark green figure appeared before them and extended a hand to them.

"Greetings, representatives of the Grey Knights. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Tarasin, Director of Foundry for the Solemnas Foundry World."

The gray knights around him immediately became serious.

Because this guy in front of me doesn't have a subspace projection.

Or rather, a subspace projection belonging to humanity.

This is not human.

This is an alien.

"Don't look at me like that. I have detailed records in the Empire and am an inseparable part of the human race."

His gaze lingered on the captain of the Imperial Guard Shield Guard for a moment, and the thought of having traded away another Imperial Guard Blade Champion, Tarasin, subconsciously conceived the idea of ​​keeping him as a collectible.

He has recently handed over quite a few collections. Although it's just a change of venue for his exhibition, the Solmeronas museum, which is gradually becoming empty, also needs to be replenished.

This is the shield guard company commander and the gray knight.
Cough
Tarasin raised his hand and smacked himself on the head.

No, it's incredibly rude of me to think of these things the first thing I do when I see my fellow countrymen.

Even though you have no idea what I'm thinking, I still have to say sorry.

Tarasin silently tapped his cyber-electronic wooden fish in his mind.

"Do you need me to show you the way?"

He politely asked again.

"Lead the way."

After a brief hesitation, Grossis finally spoke.

Although they were also curious about how an Xenomorph had managed to infiltrate the Primarch's circle, they decided to prioritize ignoring these minor issues in light of their upcoming mission.

Filled with doubt, the group followed the alien sage along the winding mine.

The deeper they went, the more astonished the Grey Knights became to discover that the underground space was becoming increasingly vast.

They discovered a large amount of metal in the gaps between the soil and rocks, and it was clear to the naked eye that this was a giant mechanical plate stretching for tens of kilometers.

It supports a huge underground area.

As a large supporting structure made of adamant steel plates came into view, a giant hoisting machine supported a magnificent machine in the ruins. The minerals covering the surface of the machine were gradually cleared away by the Netherworld Scarabs, and Grossis realized what these mechanical sages were digging for.

"The Emperor-class Titan, a leader-type vessel, participated in the landing operation against Ulanor during the Orc Wars. Despite being at a severe disadvantage in the initial landing operation, it fought until the vital signs of its crew disappeared, and its mech did not suffer serious damage. It possesses..."

Tarasin looked at the collection that was about to become his, and couldn't help but explain.

No wonder those mechanical sages are so crazy.

With his first question answered, Grossis looked down at the Emperor-class Titan.

A golden-red figure stood there, surrounded by several unfamiliar Astartes.

It is the original body.

Ignoring Tarasina's immersive analysis of the historical background of the Imperial Titans, Grossis strode forward, his steps becoming somewhat hurried.

It's the original!
What kind of person was Ramses?

When this name is mentioned in front of the warriors of the Dark Angels, they always unconsciously frown.

They considered him an annoying wizard who always liked to use precise and venomous words to provoke sore spots, but when the battle was in dire straits, his magic, which was far removed from venomous words, would become the most reliable shield.

The warriors of the Space Wolves, however, were more welcoming to the Primarch.

Their gruff laughter was often punctuated with praise for the wizard, a comfortable old friend who always knew exactly what to say, as if he were born to connect with these wolf cubs.

Those think tank members who once studied under him still have a look of awe in their eyes when they recall the knowledge under the dome of the think tank building after the psychic communication ends.

To them, he was a mentor with profound knowledge who was exceptionally attentive and responsible to each student.

But the Grey Knight can tell you definitively: This is not human, this is god.

Because no one can fathom the laws governing the chaotic world of the Warp, and no one can summarize a detailed and stable learning template for psykers based on multiple factors such as their mental state, soul structure, depth of connection with the Warp, and postnatal education.

*An Introduction to Modern Subspace Disciplines*, *Subspace Biology*, *Strengthening Subspace Research: Emotional Energy, Subspace Entities, and Ritual*

The book introduces the core concepts and theories of the subspace discipline, focusing on both the subspace itself and subspace creatures. It provides a detailed and in-depth explanation of the subspace's composition and the types of subspace entities such as demons. It also elaborates on the combined application of these two concepts in the physical universe.

This book is a bible for psionicists who spend their days with their heads on their hips dealing with the warp.

It can be said that if the Empire truly had a discipline related to warp research, then Ramses was its founder.

Anyone who reads his works will understand his philosophy from the words, be impressed by his knowledge, admire his humility, and reflect on his prudence.

So what kind of existence is this?
What are his views on the Grey Knights? What is his connection with the Emperor? What changes can he bring to this empire that has already filled the Grey Knights with despair?
With a host of questions swirling in his mind, Grossis lifted his foot and then put it down again.

Nearly.

close!

The golden-masked mage spoke with the warrior beside him, his expression full of kindness.

"If you ask me, most of the Primarchs who fell from grace are to blame. For Primarchs, even if they don't come into contact with the Warp, they must establish a correct understanding of it as early as possible."

As he drew nearer, Grossis crossed the psionic barrier, and the Primarch's voice finally reached his ears.

"The Primarchs themselves are composed of elements from the Warp. How can you expect them to completely reject the Warp?"

"Moreover, Huang Laohan's riddle-solving teaching method is also divine. Although Guilliman's existence makes me believe that there are examples of Primarchs being able to elbow their own warp entities, you have to consider that Guilliman has a complete family."

Isn't something wrong here?
A look of confusion appeared on Grossis's face.

He took another step closer.

"I'm not saying the Emperor's heart is bad, but considering his godlike manipulation, he wanted to weaken the influence of the Warp, yet he also made Primarchs do his dirty work, without providing them with a stable environment for growth or giving them a chance to develop a sound personality."

"You brought back a Primarch and sent him to the Great Crusade. Don't ask, it's just Imperial truth. It's like you're burying your head in the sand."

The golden-masked wizard shrugged.

Emperor: 'Chaos does not exist; everyone must believe in science!'

Guilliman: 'Father, that two-headed bird-headed demon is eating my legion…'

Emperor: 'That's an illusion, child.'

Guilliman: 'Yeah, that's an illusion!'

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Despair filled the eyes of the Space Marines around them.

"Lord Ramses."

Putting aside his many questions, Grossis spoke respectfully.

"The Third Brotherhood of Grey Knights, 'Lord of the Sentry,' salutes you."

The surrounding Astartes immediately cast grateful glances at them.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Ramses snapped out of his somewhat sarcastic comments and turned to look at the newcomer.

"You're Grossis, right?"

His gaze swept over the person, and out of politeness, the Primarch removed his golden mask, which was engraved with mysterious patterns.

In an instant, even the air seemed to freeze—

His long, jet-black hair cascaded down his light brown skin, and his pure golden eyes shone with a light that seemed otherworldly.

Everyone, including the Imperial Guards, suddenly felt a sense of suffocation.

"Yes, yes, sir!"

Grossis replied somewhat flusteredly, his Adam's apple bobbing unnaturally, and the report about the Primarch that had been swirling on his tongue vanished instantly.

“I’ve been waiting for you guys for so long. Master Ya’s side is moving incredibly fast. They’ve almost dug up the entire Amididon area but haven’t found any clues. I’ve been digging graves with Tarasin every day and I’m getting bored to death.”

The Primarch couldn't help but mutter, his voice filled with obvious excitement, his golden pupils gleaming under the mine's searchlights.

He naturally reached out and patted Grossis on the shoulder.

"Can I borrow this fragment?"

Before he could finish speaking, Grossis' old injury on his thigh suddenly erupted with a heart-wrenching pain. He reflexively tensed his muscles, but felt some invisible force moving deep within the wound.

Before the pain subsided, a warm current suddenly swept through my body, and the nerve damage that had not healed for many years disappeared as if ice and snow were melting away.

The sound of breathing; someone is approaching, very close, but no one is in sight.

Someone is walking towards him.

That's the dream.

Grossis felt an unprecedented sense of familiarity.

This dream, which began to appear after he became an Astartes, remained with him until the battle at Amegiddun.

The fragments left behind by the Primarch allowed him to banish the dream from his mind.

Now those dreams are back, and the soft breathing sounds behind his head again, brushing against his nerves like feathers.

Grossis could feel a heavy weight being lifted off his shoulders, as if someone had taken an invisible burden off him.

He stood there alone. Ramses had withdrawn his hand, but the presence of the dream was becoming clearer.

Now, in his reawakened mind, what would that imagined threat be?
"All right."

Before anyone could recover from their shock, Ramses had already tossed the fragment of the demonic sword, imbued with the aura of the warp, like a coin toss.

"We can discuss any problems on the way. Let's go out first."

He looked up at the dome.

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Behind the still-stunned monk officer, Diego and the shield guard captain exchanged a glance.

'what happened? ’

'I have no idea. '

Both of them saw something incomprehensible in each other's eyes.

(End of this chapter)