This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 395 Grandfather, Grandson, Son

In the southern part of the Star Ring, the rail transport vehicle slowly came to a stop.

Ramses, who still carried the scent of rusty metal, led a few people out. They were surrounded by empty streets, solemn war machines on both sides of the streets, and busy transport operators.

Over the long decades, the Dawn Sector has amassed countless war machines, but due to the plague ravaging the sector, most of the humans who could operate these machines are now bedridden.

Ramses raised his head.

This area was recently cleared; the entire block under the giant wall was emptied, and traces of high-temperature scorching remained on the metal surfaces.

He strode toward the ship carrying the man-eating shark.
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"The changes are truly remarkable."

Kahulangi, who was in charge of transporting supplies, sighed. Facing the desolate Star Ring, his thin face was filled with doubt, and he was also somewhat absent-minded.

This state was also reflected in the man-eating sharks around them; their internal communications echoed with Ramses's words, and their movements were somewhat urgent, as if they were in a hurry to return to the ship.

"That's what plagues are like."

Tarasin replied.

After completing the deployment of the 'subspace probe', he had just found some free time when Romulus sent him with an official document to report to the Man-Eating Shark in accordance with instructions.

He was instructed to provide and teach the newly returned warbands how to use the newly tested 'Anti-Plague Array,' and to leave behind a clone containing the relevant technology. He was then to return to the Ghoul Starfield and use the wormhole to support Huron.

The journey continued past grand complexes, slowed by the dazed crowds of refugees. He could hear the thumping of hearses, the clicks of armor being removed from corpses, the panting conversations of medical personnel, and the suffocating stench of decay.

He began to sense the growing unease among the crowd, as staff members, who had been on duty for dozens of hours, coughed incessantly behind their masks.

Now, silence prolongs their waiting, erodes their confidence, strips away their courage, and amplifies their fear.

Fortunately, this is the Dawn Galaxy, where there are no terrifying voices that penetrate the brain, nor whispers that obscure the soul.

This scene alone makes it easy to imagine how devastating other planets must be.

Then we entered an even quieter, sealed-off neighborhood, and finally this empty space filled only with weapons of war.

Tarachin looked around, letting the mist from the disinfectant spray wash over his face.

To the east of the extreme star field, in the incredibly distant Barr system, the sky shimmered with a ferocious, swirling light.

To the west, a similar green expanse stretches from the western salient of the hazy star field all the way to Alteramar.

Starting a few years ago, the Greenskins launched a new offensive against the central region, which is mainly composed of Fenris, Armageddon, and the Maelstrom Sector. This is the largest offensive since the Beast Wars.

Tarasin learned through rumors about the scale of the attack, which also included a large number of opportunistic attacks from the traitorous Chaos faction.

The Dawn Sector, however, remained eerily quiet and empty, sandwiched between two large-scale attacks.

A devastating plague has rendered one of the galaxy's most powerful war machines inoperable.

If the Dawn Sector collapses, then the high wall that once held back the four gods will be breached, and there will be no place in the entire galaxy that can remain unscathed.

There will be no place in the Milky Way where one can remain unscathed.

Tarasim will have to give up the soul he has worked so hard to obtain in order to prevent himself from becoming prey.

In a sense, living in this galaxy is far more painful than dying at the hands of those four 'gods' whose true nature is unknown.

Even when their bodies decay and they still cannot die, many people will probably envy those enemies of the empire who were executed by them, for being able to escape endless suffering.

"Why do I get the feeling that they're in a pretty good mood lately?"

Titus, who was accompanying them, showed a slightly confused expression, which brought Tarasin back to his senses.

The shark-like ships had already departed with supplies.

There was nothing beside him again.

Tarasin couldn't help but marvel at how the opponent's ability to absorb resources was second to none, even among the various Astartes Chapters.

A subordinate who is bold and decisive, capable and efficient, and obedient to orders—no one wouldn't like such a person. "Of course."

Tarasin replied matter-of-factly.

After all, Dad is back. Although he clearly stated that he doesn't like their behavior, at least he's letting them be, right?
If you want to pursue honor in the old way, go find the Lord of Knights; if you want to gain the approval of the Father of Genetics, then find a way to change yourself.

The Ravens have always been extremely pragmatic in their approach. Once they get out of the mental turmoil caused by internal conflicts, they are very open-minded about everything else.

"It's not that I'm particularly open-minded about it."

Ramses, who had suddenly appeared with his men, spoke up.

'Damn it, they're all a bunch of twisted people. At least their underlying logic is sound; unlike Peturabo, they don't burn themselves and then trigger a destructive program on those around them.'

He muttered a complaint in his mind, not forgetting to continue complaining about a certain dead person.

The Raven Guards possess a mutation called 'Grey Blindness,' which causes the Astartes of the 19th Legion to be in a cold, bloodthirsty state, often interfering with combat due to its uncontrollable nature.

The same goes for Corax.

Just as the false Eighth Legion leader, Koz, described his brother who was no different from him, Corax was a true monster, cruel, ruthless, and bloodthirsty.

However, because he was cared for by his coworkers when he was young and grew up eating food from many families, this warm experience shaped Kolac's human spirit, helped him overcome the symptoms that accompanied the entire legion, and even left behind a strategy guide.

As a result, the two unlucky ones, Maneater and Ash Claw, never received them because they left early.

Upon hearing this, Corax quietly prepared a new copy. Now, Toramesses acted as the middleman and gave the gift away. Judging from their reactions, Shark and Greyclaw didn't seem indifferent at all; they both placed the book with the other relics of the chapter.

No sacred object was placed higher than that ordinary book.

Being stubborn can ruin your life.

Ramses returned from the other side with his men and came before Tarasim.

The reason for meeting with the Manhunter and Ash Claws was to re-mark the Manhunter's intelligence network. After all, he was going to storm Nurgle Gardens, and the previous intelligence network needed to be removed to ensure the safety of these intelligence networks.

Those connections that cannot be interacted with in real time are severed after the message is sent for confirmation, and can be re-established when there is an opportunity later.

After all, no one knows whether Nurgle's plague might spread through some strange connection.

"My things."

Tarachin reached out and began to demand his payment.

"for you."

Ramses reached out and gave her a black stone rune.

Perturabo's legacy included the ability to enhance the influence of the warp, which was used to amplify the power of his separated avatars, but the result was that the Iron Lord held out in Romulus for a little longer.

The disadvantages are a small range of influence and low intensity, while the advantages are that they are easy to carry, have good effects on psionic units, protect souls without risking their lives, and make it easier to send souls into the warp.

Actually, the technology of the Necromancers in space is not bad either. After the War of Heaven, they have been trying to study the Sea of ​​Souls to see if they can reconstruct souls. However, the environment after the War of Heaven is something that everyone knows. You can't expect to turn excrement into an animal by conventional means.

Tarasin, who was already human, planned to use this thing for something else.

Tarasin rubbed his hands together and took it.

While it's no secret that the Dawnwings can create anything they can comprehend out of thin air, creations enhanced by their 'legendary' status are still more reliable when it comes to things used in the warp.

For example, even though they are all powered swords created using the same process, the one used by an emperor would definitely be completely different from the one used by other ordinary people.

'I am not God—I am not God—'

The moment this thought arose, a murmur arose in Tarasin's mind.

(End of this chapter)