This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 394 What are your thoughts on the Astartes Codex?
With a whoosh, the pages of the book turned, and a silver-gray knight appeared in his wake.

From a distance of more than ten kilometers away, the Imperial Guards, who were being held down at their posts by the ruler, saw that radiant figure from the towering tower of governance, and their eyes were immediately filled with envy and longing.

When Arthur finished submitting his deployment summary for the day, and it was sent to the internal communication system after being reviewed by Romulus, Ramses also emerged from the immersion in the warp and returned to the Dawn Ring.

The three extended regions within the subspace have been basically identified, and they will definitely affect the three in the Dawn Sector. Now it's time to come back, gather our forces, and then wipe them out.

He took the report and quickly skimmed through it. The date was written at the top: December 7th, followed by nearly 70 pages of data.

Every day he spends less than a minute verifying these documents—going out of the subspace to check them. Unless there are specific requirements, he must protect the members within the communication system by doing this back-and-forth action to prevent their perceived time from deviating too much from reality.

What are your thoughts on the Astartes Codex?

Carefully navigating past a group of caregivers who couldn't see him, and observing their composition, Corvacs Corax inquired.

"Ok?"

Ahead of him, the usually unruly figure turned his head slightly in surprise, then politely said to Corax, "I usually watch it when I go to the bathroom."

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Koraks glanced at him, and the courage he had finally mustered after thirty years of PUA was once again stifled by this statement.

Terrible.

The conversation just wouldn't go on.

"just kidding."

"I'm not going down."

Corax shifted his gaze to the offspring who had returned from the Ghoul Starfield to provide support, and spoke.

Ashclaw and Maneater rushed back immediately upon receiving the news. The force was split into two groups: one went through a wormhole to support Huron, which was completely surrounded, and the other returned to the Dawn Sector, which had been relatively quiet, via warp travel.

The situation has changed too quickly. In just one year, the ghoul star system, which is still plagued by space undead and worm people, has become the part with relatively low combat intensity.

Corax didn't like these offspring.

If our philosophies clash, we simply don't like it.

"why?"

Ramses feigned surprise and asked, "Are you afraid of them?"

"No."

"So, have you changed your mind?"

Ramses asked again.

For no apparent reason, his tone became somewhat aggressive.

It's like dealing with a child who's being stubborn and won't explain why they're being stubborn.

"no no."

Corax forced a smile and said, "They don't like me, and I don't like them. We hate each other. I can't offer them anything right now. It would be best if you went to talk to them."

Ash Claw and Maneater don't really have any Primarch filter; they've been in a free-range state since their ancestors, and they're only nice to whoever treats them well.

Ash Claw, in particular, has been saying "My father is dead" for ten thousand years, and his attitude towards Corax has long been that living is worse than being dead.

If they were to choose a Primarch they liked, it would most likely be Arthur, who was still in charge of the military affairs of the entire sector, or at the very least, Horus from ten thousand years ago.

Purely a fan of war commanders.

Corax also had a temper. Although he was happy that his offspring had not fallen into depravity, he didn't want to pay attention to these offspring whose behavior was completely incompatible with his values. Let them find a Warmaster if they want. They can't provide any emotional value to these people who are always comparing him to others.

However, this gloomy Primarch always kept quiet about it.

"That's right, just say it. Everyone has people they hate. Even Karna and Asura, those two succubi, can't be liked by everyone. If you don't like them, you don't like them. Why treat them like enemies?"

Ramses glanced at him, then clapped his hands: "I will convey what you wanted to say but didn't, and what you said."

Tell others not to overthink things, like your dad has some problem with you and isn't seeing you. He does have a problem, that's why he's not seeing you, right?

Corax thought with a sense of despair, and nodded reluctantly.

"I have no problem with the Astartes Codex."

Ramses then added, explaining his previous response: "We have no interest in dredging up old grievances, nor do we have that much time, as you yourself have seen—"

He pointed to the magnificent star ring structure, a mega-project that was completed in just a few decades.

"We are now united, with our thoughts and beliefs aligned. Guilliman's petty squabbles are all written in the textbooks. I even had the Emperor stamp the license and send it to Alteramar. Master Asahi is now cleaning up the messes of the three founding groups. If I weren't worried that some Chaos might follow suit, I would have dared to write about Horus. Old grudges really don't matter to us."

The two men, who were on their way, passed by a military rest area.

The Dawn Sector has a very high level of epidemic prevention measures. In areas like Dawn Star, the military is basically working around the clock. Temporary rest areas have been set up in each sector for the various legions to take turns.

“That thing you’re reading,” muttered an older sergeant with a sausage stuffed in his mouth and purple eyes, looking at the book in his soldier’s hand. “It’s kind of interesting.”

The young soldier glared at him and slightly raised the book.

The assault soldier slept for more than two hours, and after that, his head never left the book.

"Just giving your eyes a rest, kid."

The sergeant grinned: "But you'd better watch out. The 'Second Reich' National Conditions Reader (812.m41 version) – huh? You'd be in trouble back in my hometown. This thing is quite blasphemous and could very well get you shot."

"It seems the sector doesn't regulate these things."

The soldier said, "I don't think there was anything wrong with the Primarchs' decision at the time. At most, they misjudged the situation. The existence of the Second Reich and the Second Emperor was simply to unite more human forces isolated from the Rift by relying on this slogan. In fact, this approach was very successful. Alteramar used this to protect a small part of the galaxy."

"Be careful when you're out there; some extremist believers won't listen to you."

The veteran responded that he didn't care much about the divergent thinking of these young people, and he didn't know whether such divergent thinking was a blessing or a curse.

All I can say is thank you to Dawnwing for giving these children a safe opportunity to think.

A small piece of sausage stuck to his beard, so he cut off another piece, forked it, and handed it to the soldier.

The soldier ate it casually and then nodded.

Often, once you peel away that sacred packaging, many filters naturally disappear, and conspiracy theories crumble.

Corax remained silent.

He looked at the mortals who were resting with Astartes.

He had seen this scene many times in the past thirty years, especially in the last ten.

But how to say it.

The Lord of Shadows continued forward, but his eyes kept glancing at the humans.

Never get tired of watching it.

"If I have any complaints about Guilliman, it's that he's terrible. He lost a one-on-one fight with Forgrim and ended up in the ICU, which was great, but now he's leaving us with this mess."

Ramses slowed his pace slightly, then complained.

He genuinely hoped that the four of them could live happily, play a game together after finishing their work each day, chat about life, and share interesting stories, just like a normal college student living a peaceful daily life, instead of always talking about state affairs and politics.

But the reality is that the four of them, if they don't want to be fed shit, have no choice but to force themselves to go to the gym.

It's not that the four of them didn't want to play, but sometimes their conscience really kicked in, and they couldn't bear to see disaster strike when they had the ability but didn't step up.

Romulus was in great pain when dealing with government affairs. He was often angered by all sorts of outrageous things and looked bitter and resentful. Many times, this career did not bring him positive feedback, but he still persisted.

He's been through fire and water, constantly building muscle, and as a result, Karna is now basically senile. When his computing power is overloaded, he can only mechanically reply with "uh-huh" and then sit there showing off while holding a fruit platter.

"Once I revive him, I'll definitely use magic to pin him to his workstation so he'll never get off his desk again."

He clenched his fists, and the long staff, inlaid with gold and soul stones, creaked.

That's terrifying.

Even so, I will stay here.

Koraks began, his gaze never leaving the barracks: “Because I’m not going to risk reopening old wounds, you go and talk to them. I think they appreciate you.”

After saying that, he gave Ramses a shove, as if he were a plague god.

Ramses nodded and did not press the matter further.

This is a huge improvement. It can only be said that the loyalist super raven guards are quite effective, even though they are now classified as warp demons.

Tell me, are you willing to believe us now?

Ramses asked.

Corax said, "Yes, in recognition of your help, I will get involved in your cause."

His gaze lingered for a long time on the Astartes who were mingling with the crowd.

It was clearly my own idea.

"Ugh, this is a complete disaster."

Ramses pointed and said, "I'll never eat four dishes in my life."

The nineteenth brother remained silent.

Ramses turned and left.

"Then you can stay here and wait for me to come back."

(End of this chapter)