This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 396 Subspace Probe

'The Emperor's Humble Voice'

This often occurs among groups protected by the Wings of Dawn.

As the influence of the Wings of Dawn spread, the possibility of souls returning to the Golden Throne truly became a reality for the people of the Empire. As more and more mortals gained higher levels of education and their understanding of faith itself gradually improved, their faith became even stronger, and their connection with the Emperor became even closer.

This anomaly usually occurs when, just when you think the emperor is a god, a voice suddenly emerges saying that he is not a god.

Unfortunately, while the people of the empire verbally agreed, their faith became stronger and stronger.

This is often considered as God's humility.

After all, the true God does not need to prove His great power, nor does He need believers; rather, it is the believers who need Him.

"I am not God—I am not God—"

The incessant chanting lasted for 13 minutes and 13 seconds before it stopped.

Then let me ask you—

Tarasin thought the Emperor was probably really insane.

How is this any different from a child trying to convince someone by repeating a single sentence to overwhelm their brain?

"Are you sure the Emperor is alright?"

He carefully confirmed with Ramses again.

After all, the Emperor is the safety net for this operation, and they wouldn't dare to venture into the Emperor's territory if he couldn't be touched.

"Be grateful that they can still make a sound."

Ramses rolled his eyes.

All four of them have completely given up on the issue of divinity.

Denial is God's humility, and acknowledgment is God's confidence. All attempts to fundamentally change one's thinking will ultimately transform from "you are God" to "you truly are God!"
Let the imperialists do whatever they want.

"Oh."

Taracin stopped questioning and, with a flick of his wrist, put away the Black Stone Emblem.

He recently received orders from Romulus to return to his hometown and bring back a black rock planet to use as a carrier for a 'subspace probe'.

'Subspace Probe' project.

Led by Ramses, the project aims to penetrate the subspace by strengthening subspace connections and using Arthur's abilities to block external influences, thereby enabling large-scale strategic deployments within the subspace. The project entered the experimental phase as early as two years ago.

Now that the matter was basically settled, he returned, leaving the rest to Ramses for testing. Unexpectedly, Ramses arrived right afterward.

As for the Necromancer Dynasty in space on the planet?

Don't worry too much about such a small thing. Just sleep somewhere else. It's the same at his house.
Solemnas's dimensional space is quite large.

"I advise you not to be too obsessed with collecting warp-related artifacts."

Noticing Tarasin's appearance and considering certain things that had not yet happened, Ramses kindly offered his advice.

Someone once owned a large bell.

As it turned out, at some important point in time in the future, the bell rang.

A large portion of someone's collection was thus lost.

The entire collection room was turned into a complete mess; it was the worst loss in 60 million years.

He wouldn't say who this person was.

"know."

The great collector didn't care at all.

He has contributed so much to the Empire. Not to mention Kaul and countless scientists who are currently busy with the wormhole at the research hub, any one of the Imperial historians would have to respectfully kowtow to him and call him Lord Tarasin.

What's wrong with making a little money for yourself?
"That's up to you."

Ramses shrugged indifferently.
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"Master Ya, I'm back!"

Ramses, leading a few Grey Knights, kicked open the door and waved from afar before pulling up his mask to block out the heavy visual pollution from the Grey Knights and the Imperial Guards in the air.

The assembled troops were already waiting here.

The troops about to be deployed to the warp will be safest with the Knight Lord by their side.

"The test is complete?"

Arthur propped himself up and gripped the hilt of his sword.

"Yes, once Karna arrives, Corax will come with me."

Ramses plopped down on the edge of the tactical platform, where the war council had just been discussing the deployment.

Apart from the initial deployments for the war against the subspace plague, the deployment of defensive forces after the plague ends, the concentration of war forces, and the formation and allocation of support fleets are all being organized by the War Council, which is mainly composed of Flamewing in charge of strategy and Ultramarines in charge of logistics. All of these are nearing completion.

Secondly, it also includes a major support plan for Armageddon, prioritizing breaking the pincer attack on the Maelstrom Sector by the Orks and the Zerg before taking further action.

They will get moving once the plague subsides. It's clear that although the situation is tense and the four are extremely busy, they are very confident about the outcome of this plague.

Moreover, the timing of this action was chosen very early.

Ramses' gaze lingered for a moment on a plan marked with a wormhole nexus icon. He glanced around and saw that most of the people around him looked tense.

It's too early, at least for the Imperials.

"grown ups!"

Diego, now the third fraternity commander, spoke up: "Should we wait a bit longer and let us locate them first?"

It expressed what everyone was thinking.

"Hey, what are you waiting for? You guys didn't wait when you were rushing Angron."

Ramses waved his hand impatiently.

These are completely different in nature.

Diego exchanged a glance with Marcus, the captain of the Imperial Guards beside him.

After returning to Terra and reporting his observations, Marcus, leveraging his information advantage, immediately embarked on his return journey, leaving the vast majority of his Ten Thousand Man Corps colleagues behind in the Solar System.

It's not that the brothers are disloyal, it's just that the endless work of cleaning up heretics in the Solar Star Region is a waste of the brothers' youth.

Marcus stared longingly at Ramses. Since their contact with Ramses, the Grey Knights had been able to directly sense the Emperor, and the Imperial Guard had been able to receive the Emperor's serious messages in dreams without having to organize a dream interpretation association to study what the Emperor was trying to say every day. After ten thousand years, they were finally able to truly receive the Emperor's orders.

Although they denied any connection with the Emperor, they often said things like, "If Old Man Huang had really raised them, they would be four now, but there are only two left," which is blasphemous, but I didn't know how to refute them.

But putting aside all that, the fact that they were able to live and say these things, and that the emperor never expressed any negative reaction to them, doesn't that prove that the other party was closer to the emperor in status than they were?

The Imperial Guard and the Grey Knights stared longingly at Ramses.

No matter what, this living father absolutely cannot get into trouble.

The nature of the dead and the dead primordial is completely different.

"Alright, alright, take a look at my deployment first."

Ramses threw out a book.

“Especially you, Diego, you Grey Knights really need to learn some real skills. This is real combat, otherwise, with your current level, which is a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the Eldar prophet, do you think you can bring the dethroned emperor back? I doubt it. That ultimate decree is just a decoration.”

The final decree.

The Grey Knights' greatest secret, detailing what the Emperor might become in the future and elaborating on the attitude towards him, is a secret that only the Supreme Mentors of each generation could access—

The Lord of Mankind must never be allowed to leave the Golden Throne, including but not limited to resurrection, possession of another's body, reincarnation, or even ascension to a warp entity. If he does so, the Grey Knights must bear the responsibility of repatriating him and forcing him to fulfill his duties.

He wasn't particularly angry when the current High Master of the Grey Knights, disregarding the orders of the Imperial Guard, rushed all the Grey Knights to the Dawn Sector to demand Ramses return to the Golden Throne.

I just want to laugh.

Repatriation
迫使
puff--

No, I really can't hold it in anymore.

Of course, Ramses was not mocking the Grey Knights' courage and decisiveness. They had done their best in this operation, perfectly demonstrating the capabilities a psionic Astartes force should possess, whether it was warp travel or handling various potential threats, while also maintaining considerable restraint.

Regardless of whether it was because of the 'Month of Shame' incident where the court used them as pawns, at least this negotiation did not result in bloodshed and was ultimately resolved peacefully.

Ramses mainly laughed at the emperor who made this outrageous request.

Emperors are practically gods.

Do you think the Grey Knights can hold him down with just a few men?

Are you just standing there trying to awaken your fatherly love by getting beaten?

Moreover, they didn't even tell the Imperial Guards that the Imperial Guards, which had already restored their 10,000-man regiments in this era, were not informed.

He figured these Grey Knights probably wouldn't even be able to get into the palace toilets.

Diego looked distressed as he examined the runes, not forgetting to translate for Marcus, who was completely immune to psychic powers.

Azrael remained calm and quietly exchanged details with a think tank member who had worked with Ramses.

Arthur quickly reviewed the paper document in his hand.

"The preliminary experiments have been completed, the strategic deployment has been done, and the exercises have been tested. We have done everything we needed to do in the remaining thirty years. Delaying time will only add more psychological pressure and will not serve any other purpose."

He spoke up, making a decisive decision that immediately silenced everyone who was hesitant to speak.

"There's a saying that's true: nothing is perfect. Let's get into the fight first, and then see how it goes."

As Arthur spoke, he pulled the 'subspace probe' from the star map, which they had moved to a point 13 light-years away in the Dawn Galaxy, near Mandeville.

"Let's organize the main force and head here first."

".yes!"

　P.S.: Still running IV drip, optimizing with one hand, so it's past 11 PM.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)