This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 384 Passing the Warp Space Slave Capture Agreement
"Then we definitely need to speed things up."

Ramses thought about it and also agreed that this timeframe was too long.

The Four Gods weren't just sitting there doing nothing, waiting for them to come and strike. In fact, these gods reacted very actively to the real universe, especially to any obstacles that prevented them from enjoying the real universe. And the battle in Kadia basically put all four of them in their seats at the card table.

Judging from Huang Laohan's attitude towards the four chess masters, he was quite serious.

While they might not be as desperate as emperors, pushing themselves to the point of being inhuman, they still have a sense of crisis.

"Think of a solution."

Romulus persuaded him.

"Let me think about it."

Ramses rubbed his chin.

Karna continued eating quietly, without choosing to disturb him.

Under the warm light, a shadowy figure huddled quietly in the corner, shifting slightly.

"Oh, I remember now."

Ramses' eyes flickered, and he quickly punched his hand.

He simply ignored the shadow and started shouting in the warp chat group he had created.

"Nineteenth Brother, are you free?"

King Crow Colax didn't actually block the Luojia Gate all the time. He has quite a few records of activities over the years, and even has time to visit the Raven Tower of the Savior to check on his sons' recent situation.

However, due to his deliberate concealment and the fact that he had essentially become a minor god, either no one noticed or he was regarded as 'never to be chosen' by Bilak.

To reiterate, back then, he spoke too definitively because of reasons such as the annihilation of the Legion, the end of the Great Rebellion leading to misunderstandings and disregard from other Primarchs, the killing of the Super Ravenguard by his own hands after the victory due to his high mutation, the rebellion of the companion planet of the Salvation Star due to the high pressure brought by the Great Crusade, including the workers who raised him, and the complete destruction of his vision of creating an ideal world by reality, turning him into the very thing he hated most.

Unfortunately, they have certain manners and a sense of shame, but no one is offering them a way out, so things are currently at a stalemate.

Stairs.

There are very few people in this universe who can offer this stepping stone.

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Read but not replied.

If you don't reply, I'll take it as a yes.

Ramses rubbed his hands together and then said, "I have a contingency plan here, why don't you take a look?"

After saying that, he sent a folder that he had just organized and packaged.

The main topic was a plan to forcibly contain warp demons by relying on Corax's ability to appear and disappear without a trace and its terrifyingly strong combat power. Ramses was responsible for extracting the soul of the Super Raven Guard from Old Man Huang and giving it to Corax as an employee.

Resurrecting without a ritual and simply moving within the warp is very inexpensive, and given that Old Man Huang suffers from dementia, few of the souls beneath the Golden Throne are capable of taking initiative.

Ramses himself could not protect too many people, and Karna's bond with the Blood Angels was not actually very strong. His use of the Cursed Legion was very limited and the risks were very high, since death in the warp meant certain death.

Now that Corax has a way to contact him, it might be better to send him to lead those 'Dark Raven Guardian Demons' under his command for a while.

Ramses felt that there was nothing wrong with his thinking.

A famous warlord during the Great Expedition made a statement that is essentially correct.

'Although I drastically altered human genes, treating all of humanity as toys, and perfectly inherited the spirit of love left over from the Dark Ages of technology, I wouldn't be so insane as to pull twenty lesser gods from the warp and transform humanity into their demonic army to conquer and rule the galaxy.'

An awakened Primarch is like a god to his genetic offspring, especially when active in the warp, where he may be able to better inherit a series of traits from his Gene Father.

This is Corax, you know! Corax is known for his stealth and combat prowess even among lesser gods!

Ramses had already begun to subconsciously estimate how efficient the Super Raven Guards were at hunting under Corax's leadership.

We can't just let the Dark Eldar hunt all over the galaxy every day to provide nourishment for the Warp Gods; humanity also needs its own Warp slave-hunting force—no, Warp patrol force, you know.

Not
Seeing his friend suddenly decide to contact others and set up another outsourcing company, Romulus looked troubled.

He asked Ramses to think of a way to make this guy, who was always looking for an opportunity to slack off, use his brain more.

Why do you outsource everything?
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The shadow moved.

The file provided by Ramses has been decompressed.

However, he still showed no reaction on the surface, and remained in a gloomy and emo state.

Sigh, look at this universe, such a wonderful person has been turned into an autistic person.

Romulus also didn't know how to get along with this kind of person, and even Arthur found it a bit troublesome.

After all, when he was with the Dark Angels, he always emphasized that you have to say what you want to say. Without communication, he couldn't judge their psychological state, and naturally, he couldn't offer any advice.

"Corax?"

"The nineteenth prince, the emperor's most beloved son?"

"Nineteenth Brother, open your eyes. This is Ramses." Meanwhile, in the internal communication, Ramses began to exert his harassment capabilities as always.

No one can refuse the formless and shapeless Lord, who can reach into the weakest part of existence at any time and place and then take what he deems necessary.

But the Lord of Shadows clearly has no weaknesses.

"Nineteenth Brother, give me a reply. If this keeps up, I'm going to start telling the story of some guy on the planet who relied on his invisibility and ended up getting killed by high-tech fermented bean curd."

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"Old Nineteen, even though you don't have any dark history and I'm not the kind of person without any bottom line, it doesn't mean I can't do anything to you."

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Nothing is more terrible than losing everything.

I lost my children, my brothers, my family, my ideals. Everything I had as a human being was completely destroyed in that cruel betrayal. The empire and humanity have been severed from me ever since.

Even if the lost lives could return, could the wounds inflicted by those years be easily ignored?
I am Corax, I am the shadow, I am vengeance.

"Old Nineteen, I'm begging you, please help me."

Ramses spoke directly.

He deliberately emphasized that this was done in his personal capacity.

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Corax stared silently at the document in front of him.

He didn't know why he had arrived so quietly.

Perhaps it was a search for solace after the disillusionment of their ideals, perhaps it was the hope that came from seeing the return of those lost souls, or perhaps it was a genuine resurgence of hope.

Maybe I'll just come and take a look.

He watched as four like-minded individuals drank heartily at the table, showing mutual understanding and tolerance.

Watching them dedicate themselves to the future of humanity and walk the path of realizing their ideals.

It would be a lie to say I'm not envious.

However, he did not rush into joining the group, unaware of the changes his presence would bring to this already perfect structure.

Panic gripped her, and she was too proud to admit it, so she subconsciously rejected the invitation and pretended not to see it.

Just now, a hand suddenly reached out from the group and tried to pull him in.

"I beg you."

No one would say that to Corax; his brothers would only complain that he wasn't doing well enough, and his former like-minded companions would only look at him with disappointment and incomprehension.

Now, when people ask him for favors, they do so not arrogantly, but humbly and politely.

He begged me.

This brother, who can communicate with the emperor at any time but is never arrogant, is asking me for help.

He begged me, what's there to say?

Kolac remained silent, watching Ramses, who was practically grabbing him. His complex emotions, like a bursting vent, eventually dissipated into a calm stream.

Come here.

The shadows twisted and swallowed the more detailed Soulstone folder in Ramses's hand.

slap~
"say!"

Ramses clapped his hands, then spread his arms wide, put his fingers together, and made a gesture toward Romulus that said, "Quickly worship your grandfather."

He didn't feel ashamed or that it lowered his social standing.

It's incredibly lucrative to be able to gain the help of a minor god just by being shameless.

"Cattle."

".sharp."

"too strong!"

Romulus gave a thumbs up, Arthur chimed in, and Karna clapped enthusiastically, giving his friends an unprecedented emotional boost.

Ramses immediately sank his consciousness into the subspace, preparing to extract the soul from Old Man Huang, and then designate an area in the safe house for the slave hunters—the picket forces—so that Corax could have a space to communicate with his offspring.

Ramses is quick to act whenever there is a breakthrough in the case, so there is no need to worry about him slacking off.

Finish early so you can rest early.
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Gulu gulu~
After clapping, Karna silently watched everything, then sipped the last bit of his strawberry iced drink.

Then he reached out and touched another cup.

(End of this chapter)