This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 298 Meal Replacement Culture is a Bad Culture
Metal fragments flew between his fingers, the arcs of light they drew were particularly dazzling in the dim mine.

Ramses noticed the 'Primarch, something' look on the eyes of the Imperial Guard and the Grey Knights. Judging from their varied expressions, they had probably made many subconscious comparisons between him and the Emperor.

That's why I especially hate showing my face; at least Lao Luo's eyes are red.

Seeing this, Ramses muttered something to himself and raised his hand to fasten his mask.

After the mask concealed his face, he said directly:

"I don't think it's anything to be proud of that I bear a certain resemblance to the emperor in appearance—"

This is not a bad thing. Just as the Dawnwing gained greater freedom of action within the Empire after taking over the Primarch's identity.

Ramses was never stingy in answering the questions and providing solutions for confused psychics, but the dangers of psychics always made it difficult to gain their trust through such teaching.

Ramses' physical appearance certainly made him more trustworthy, especially when he was in charge of the Empire's most sensitive psionic research.

After all, their experience in this universe shows that to gain the trust of these extreme and sensitive members of the Empire, you either need to have a nice face or a good temper.

Either both.

Ramses was not a good-tempered man, but at least he had a nice face.

The only slightly troublesome thing is that taking this 'shortcut' will indeed bring some trouble to his 'personal life' and 'reputation', since these imperial chefs in the empire, apart from occasionally suffering from gravity-related illnesses, like to find meal replacements.

This is particularly true among the Astartes, Primarchs, and the Imperial Guard.

I don't know who passed it on to.
Ramses suddenly thought of the first Warmaster Orl Persson, and then of 'thirty years, centaurs, and gold rings'.

Oh, so this is the kind of person the emperor is.

That's fine.

"Company Commander of the Shield Guard."

He said this to the commander of the Imperial Guard Shield Company.

"The so-called image is just to avoid having to explain some issues repeatedly. Our work is very urgent and time is very limited."

There is one point that Ramses must emphasize.

Ramses was unfamiliar with other operations, such as political or military ones, so he dared not make any conclusions.

But at least in terms of being a good person, he believed he was far superior to the emperor.

After all, he's not a riddle teller; he can't explain things clearly.

"Secondly, as far as I know, the last person to be said to look like an emperor was Luo Jia."

The moment he finished speaking, everyone felt they were about to lose their composure.

The Imperial Guard captain and the Grey Knight sergeant, who were exchanging glances, found themselves in an awkward situation.

Putting aside the stereotypes associated with his appearance, Ramses did indeed have a very typical Terran look, resembling an emperor, but unfortunately he had a mouth.

"I'm sorry, my lord."

The shield guard company commander immediately spoke up:

"We should not make assumptions about your identity."

The implication is that whatever you say goes, and I won't argue with you.

It seems that even after ten thousand years, the Imperial Guard still understands the art of getting along with those in high positions.

Tarasin, who was observing from the shadows, couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

See, otherwise why would the emperor like to take the imperial guards with him wherever he goes?
Although it's not very useful in terms of so-called security work, its emotional value is at least maximized.

Having grasped the fragment and discovered the locations of the other fragments, Ramses was no longer willing to dwell on the matter.

He said it in a very serious tone.

"Yes, whatever I say goes."

After the demonic Primarch Angron was banished, the numerous fragments he left behind left an altar beneath Amegiddund as its anchor point.

This is a crimson subspace rift that cannot be erased or detected by physical means.

This anchor point will be activated when the Blood God deems it necessary, then the Primarch or other minions of His will will be projected to achieve His own ends.

After the Great Rift opened in the future, it expanded to encompass almost half of the surface of Amegadoton, plunging the already chaotic war between humans and Orks into an even more frenzied conflict.

Similarly, Ramses was also able to establish a connection with Angron itself through this fragment.

Communicating with the Butcher's Nail mech shouldn't be relied upon too much, but it's possible to try to use this connection to monitor Angron's movements, learn Angron's true name after his ascension, or even initiate a ritual to summon him.

The Wings of Dawn all knew that they were very likely to have a major battle in the Misty Starfield, but they couldn't take the initiative in order to maintain the fragile unity of the Empire. However, waiting for the other side to make a move was not a solution either.

Considering that this was the work of Chaos, and having long been fed up with the inefficient administrations of these planets, Ramses and Arthur began to target the planets within a straight line from Vigilant Star to Dawn Star Sector, and started to meticulously clean up these planets based on the information they had.

Angron is just one of them.

"Our mission is to capture the demons lurking within the rift, interrogate them for information, learn about the changes in the demon's Primarch, establish contact with them, attempt to obtain their true names, and then close the rift as appropriate."

Ramses explained his purpose.

"Under necessary conditions, I will initiate the ritual. I believe you already possess intelligence that we are capable of completely annihilating warp entities?"

This information is hardly a secret; their characteristics have been impossible to conceal since the very beginning of their direct conflict with Chaos.

"Yes, I understand, Lord Ramses."

Diego glanced at Grossis, who was still in a daze, and couldn't help but sigh before speaking.

"very good."

When discussing serious matters, Ramses maintained the decisive and efficient style characteristic of the Dawnwing.

"Next, we will head to the Rift region. The First Legion's Astartes and Soulless units will seal off the area. At the same time, we also need the Imperial Guard and the Grey Knights' combat forces to further control the situation."

"My lord, we are accompanied by 91 Grey Knights, 3 Imperial Guards, and a squad of Silent Sisters Guards on this journey."

Diego immediately replied in agreement. The Shield Guard captain remained silent in tacit agreement.

During joint operations, matters related to the warp are usually handled by the Grey Knights.

Although the Grey Knights and the Royal Guard experienced a crisis of trust more than a decade ago due to the serious threat of chaos within Terra, they gradually rebuilt their trust through continuous combat and cooperation as the inevitable cooperation under the real threat took place.

After all, upon closer examination, the number of Xenomorphs and mutants at the bottom of Terra Hive City is no less than the number of Xenomorphs and mutants, and even the Ministry of the Interior's civil service system has been partially infiltrated by gene stealers.

These incredibly powerful alien creatures have also carved deep tunnels into the depths of Terra, some of which are even close to the edge of the Terra Palace.

This made the Imperial Guard lose face, and they were too embarrassed to pursue the Gray Knights, whose combat casualties had been so high due to the difficulty in replenishing their ranks that they had never been at full strength in ten thousand years. So they simply chose a more pragmatic approach and started working together to clean up the mess.

When they actually started shoveling, they found that they couldn't shovel it all, leading some to believe that Terra hadn't exploded yet entirely because of the Emperor's blessing.

Now that's settled, we can stop playing Blood Game and stop sending out Emperor's Eyes. Just bring them all back to work.

"Yes, send them all out. Here are the coordinates."

Ramses manipulated the data panel, quickly marking the location of the fissure he had just detected, and then said to Astartes beside him:
"Once I finish dealing with the matters of Amighadoton, there will be only those two left."

It seemed to be an attempt to reassure them that there was no need to rush.

"clear."

The two Space Marines responded immediately, their voices sounding unusually distorted due to the cover of their helmets.

They were among the few Astartes who managed to keep their composure amidst the recent imperial farce.

Moreover, compared to other think tanks that wear psionic amplifiers, these two are more like pure warriors.

The warrior in storm gray paint stood ramrod straight, his scarlet right arm reflecting the faint light.

The other one was even easier to recognize; the magnificent purple color and the gleaming Imperial Eagle emblem on the breastplate were once reserved for only one legion.

Beside them stood an even taller warrior, painted in blue and white.

Twilight Raider, Son of the Emperor, War Dog.

They all have the paint scheme from the Legion era.

Diego and the others had already noticed this, but since they were able to stay by the Primarch's side, there was no need for them to say much during the formal work.

"Do you mind psionic teleportation?"

He then asked the Shield Guard Company Commander.

"do not mind."

The shield guard company commander stood up straight.

Although the Imperial Guard is almost completely isolated from the warp in a certain sense, as their cooperation with the Grey Knights deepens, the vast majority of the Imperial Guard prefer to go on duty with the Grey Knights.

Especially combat operations that leave Terra and travel to surrounding star systems.

Because during this process, they could very well observe the Emperor's presence in the warp through the various psionic phenomena surrounding the Grey Knights.

Compared to the silent remains atop the Golden Throne, the cold sun in the warp was clearly much more active.

This once made even the Imperial Guards feel a little jealous, after all, the Emperor rarely responded to them anymore.

"We will proceed to the target area first to bring the situation under control."

Seeing that everyone was cooperating, Ramses, feeling relieved, was in a good mood. With a wave of his hand, he tore open a subspace rift and stepped into it.

"Yes, my lord."

Everyone followed the Primarch into the portal.

I feel like they've forgotten something.

Together with the Grey Knights, he finalized the deployment of the warship's armed forces. His gaze remained fixed on the Primarch's back, and a fleeting thought flashed through the Shield Guard Captain's mind.

It was immediately forgotten.

He continued to scrutinize Ramses intently.

After all, if something can be forgotten, it means it wasn't important.
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'Where have those wretched wizards and those despicable Imperial Guards gone?'

After turning another corner and arriving at a spacious mine, the Silent Sister, who had been delayed for a long time due to the language barrier after leaving the shuttle, finally couldn't find the familiar figure and rushed to block Tarasin's way.

Her fingers, encased in iron armor, moved rapidly.

Her slender eyebrows, which were partially obscured, moved with her gestures, and her bright, grey-blue eyes clearly revealed her emotions.

It was clear she was very angry.

As a learned collector, Tarasin could understand these sign languages.

After all, the Soulless Queen: Janea Kohler had always been a coveted possession of his. Unfortunately, this woman, who had participated in the Terra unification war from the beginning of the Inheritors campaign until the end of the Great Rebellion, died in the war against Khorne's Chosen, Cain.

What's even more unacceptable is that Kahn, engrossed in the killing, didn't even realize that his casual strike had taken the life of a legend.

Such an ending is somewhat of a dark joke for a legend, something Tarasin, who was then engaged in 'rescue' preservation of collections and artifacts throughout the galaxy, could not have foreseen.

"They've already left."

Tarasin replied in sign language, quite fluently.

This left the Silent Sister in a state of brief surprise.

Her fingers paused slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and her surprise was quickly replaced by anger as she learned the new information.

He raised his hand slightly, his knuckles tense.

The Silent Nun, the Void Maiden, the Guardian Squad Candidate, and Warrior Apprentice Ms. Corinne immediately began gesturing rapidly towards Tarasin.

　P.S.: I'm currently optimizing Chapter 2, so it will be about an hour later. These past two days have been really busy with the college entrance exams, but this writing pace of finishing the content in advance and then optimizing it the next day is still acceptable; at least it's not tiring.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)