This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 371 No one understands victory better than Tzeentch
Fate played another cruel joke on the lost soul.

The demon prince, clad in gleaming armor, trembled, his hoarse voice straining to roar:
"Run! Run!"

The demons were also spreading the word, and the greed and malice surging in their souls were instantly dispelled.

Countless demons, barely glancing at the golden-masked wizard, were so terrified by his imposing figure and the overwhelming aura emanating from him that they thought they were still dreaming.

The demon prince, facing this pressure, couldn't even move.

That realm, which seemed to accelerate time, drew ever closer before our eyes. The forms constructed from the material universe turned to sand and vanished in the blink of an eye, while the souls disappeared without a trace.

The scattered sandstorm whipped at his tentacles and keratin, causing them to droop helplessly as he huddled together with his comrades who had just rushed out of the portal. The charging chariots first knocked these scattered comrades to their knees, and then many more Tzeentch demons cried out and fled in all directions.

In the chaos, corpses lay scattered on the ground, and the more one tried to move, the greater the resistance became.

The multicolored flames drank deeply of the changes they brought, and burned their corpses.

"The cunning and treacherous—"

The demon prince's roar was no match for the judgment that had been delayed for who knows how many years.

"why why!"

Abrams questioned loudly.

He went to great lengths, putting in all sorts of effort, just to please the ever-changing Lord and survive, didn't he?
Tzeentch, my performance was so brilliant, you...you...
Is it really that hard to find someone else?

"Stop complaining, I've come to take you in."

Ramses placed his hand on Abras's forehead.

"Wait, formless and shapeless lord, my master, I am willing to offer my true demonic name. I possess countless secrets, and I can serve you!"

Abras screamed and howled, showing no remorse whatsoever for being a slave to two masters.

He just wanted to live, what did he do wrong?

Do you know why I'm so comfortable in warp space?

Surprisingly, Ramses, who was always cruel to demons, chose to respond.

"?"

"have you eaten?"

"?"

Abras looked completely bewildered.

"I'm sorry, you don't understand."

Ramses looked regretful.

Abras's physical body in the real universe was annihilated.

His soul tumbled through the vortex, then plunged into an even more scorching inferno.

That is the Land of Eternal Flame, the domain of a warp lesser god.

The wizard clapped his hands.

Ramses felt that his wisest decision was to unilaterally refuse to communicate with the demons, to take a clean break from them, and not to try to engage in any messy schemes or recruit any followers.

Those who manipulate others will eventually be manipulated themselves.

"Master Ya".

Ramses turned around and called out, and Arthur, clad in black armor, appeared.

He kept a close watch on the area to prevent the situation from escalating and becoming unmanageable, which would only worsen the already battered state of the Mountain Formation, which had been damaged for thousands of years.

As he approached, the raging fire in this unknown area of ​​the Mountain Array was extinguished.

"So, this time you're not going to kill him on the spot?"

Arthur's emerald eyes scanned the marks; he could sense that the demons hadn't died on the spot. This brief farce was now over.

Ramses was responsible for activating his innate lover abilities.

The Dark Angels are responsible for apprehending the corrupted priests and for going to the Mountain Array to arrest the fearless Daniast, who was corrupted by the Soul Drinkers thousands of years ago. Then, the Flamewing side writes reports and conducts interrogations before handing them over to the Soul Drinkers.

Whether or not to disclose this to the various imperial fist groups is entirely up to Salpedon himself.

"We need to make use of waste materials. Karna's side doesn't have enough consumables for stress testing. After all, Lao Luo finally managed to snag a slot for the Mechanical God, so we have to help him figure out where the upper limit is."

Ramses sighed.

Romulus has been having a great time lately. After playing Stellaris for ages with its overexpansion, lag, and countless debuffs, it has finally been able to successfully add a tech tree system, allowing it to put a lot of technologies into practical use. It no longer has to rely on special NPCs like Ramses and Arthur to trigger special events to advance technology, and it still has to be a dilemma whether or not to use them.

However, because there are several mechanical gods, the technological capacity is limited.

Although Romulus has begun to actively promote the belief in linking the rulers with the machine god among the technical staff, expanding capacity is still a relatively long process compared to Karna, whose core base accounts for almost 90% of the Empire.

In order to avoid creating hidden dangers for the promotion of the technology, and to prevent the hard-won position from being taken away, Ramses recently conducted stress tests in Nagarna's territory out of caution.

Those who follow the angelic faith don't need to worry about anything else; they should focus directly on Saint Gilles and Karna. Unless Saint Gilles has fallen, the safety level is very high.

Furthermore, it is also an important premise that they will not be swayed in their decision-making by the emotions associated with their beliefs.

"Tycoon is cooperating."

Arthur never quite understood the evil god's thought process.

"Because there are benefits, after all, he is the god of change."

Ramses replied helplessly, "While it's true that a normal person shouldn't have any unrealistic expectations about the intelligence of a Tzeentch demon, these great demons might not be as good as the High Lords at scheming and plotting, and their teammates are all worse than the High Lords' family members, and even their superiors are pure abstract thinkers."

"But just like Tzeentch has been tirelessly throwing demons at us to test our limits and gain more opportunities for change—"

Ramses shrugged, pointing to the portal that had become completely ineffective due to Arthur's arrival, and shook his head helplessly.

“From the moment this demon prince stood here, Tzeentch had already won.”

The result is a complete break from the shackles of fate, an ending never seen before in countless timelines.

As long as he intervenes in all of this, regardless of whether the main body succeeds or fails, Tzeentch's power continues to grow.

Ah, the so-called art of winning is about winning even when you're not winning!
No one understands victory better than Tzeentch.

“Many times, I feel that our special connection simply puts us on the same level.”

At this point, Ramses couldn't help but sigh softly, "The task ahead is arduous and the road is long."

"Our power is just the starting point; the key still lies with people. The ability to materialize the soul consumes countless resources but cannot directly create a planet. However, people we help can build a great home using an entire galaxy."

Arthur nodded in agreement. Only by not looking down on one's opponent because of one's own advantages can one truly see one's own abilities.

"Indeed, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered to study the subspace. If the four of us were to slowly kill them, we'd be killing them for ages and who knows how many demons would have died in the Great Game."

Ramses also made an optimistic joke.

"Learn the superior techniques of the barbarians to control them."

"come on."

Arthur didn't spoil the mood; instead, he offered earnest encouragement.

Compared to Ramses, who was always responsible for exploring the unknown, he is currently under much less pressure.

He is responsible for ensuring that everything can be restarted if a potential mishap occurs.

Whether this future exists is still uncertain.

If there's anything to be thankful for, it's that although each of the four of them has their own shortcomings, none of them are a burden.

(End of this chapter)