This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 404 The Decision is Decided
Boom~Boom~
A force forged in the fires of war withdrew from the demonic realm of the plague god.

The Spirit Titans, blackened by their injuries yet never losing their warlike might, walked at the rear. These war machines, forged from Eldar control systems with a touch of 'Demonic Engines', followed the procession straight across the empty avenue, suddenly feeling the weight that had been pressing down on their bodies ease.

This state is particularly evident on Imperial Titans.

They stopped before the main gate of the Soul Forge and then sounded the war horn.

The magnificent main gate slowly opened, a combination of techniques from several races, and filled with a strange beauty. After opening, the gate closed again, completely blocking the hell behind it.

These troops were quickly reassigned, and what awaited them was a series of psychological assessments followed by placement in entirely new positions.

A figure dressed in a white robe stepped into the sunlight.

Eldrad Uslan watched all of this.

As an Eldar alien, he surprisingly had no intention of running away or hiding in this area. Facing the Eldar auxiliary troops following behind the humans, he held his head high without any sense of shame or regret, and stepped into the empty square alone.

He advanced to the massive Spiritforged Titan, where the souls of the twins, acting as the main pilots, were peacefully integrated into the spirit bones. Isolated from the influence of Slaanesh, they did not need to integrate into the Eternal Circuit, a realm that would cause individual consciousness to dissipate. After separating, they could still share a body that could move freely.

Looking up at the towering engine in front of him, Uslan watched as these Titans, along with other Imperial Titans, were hoisted into the Soul Forge, where the Bone Singers, who could promote the self-growth of spirit bones through psionic energy, began to repair the damaged areas.

He could read their courage after gaining protection, their loyalty to their protectors. These Titans proved themselves with thousands of dents and holes in their armor, and they stood in the seemingly endless corridor, turning into hundreds of still statues, waiting for their next attack.

This left the old prophet, who had witnessed the collapse of the Eldar Empire, speechless with astonishment.

Since the Great Fall that created the Eye of Terror, he had never seen any Eldar faction able to control so many Titans.

He glanced again at the mechanical priest bustling about on the other side, and at the human psionicists trying to understand this psionic technology under the guidance of the Bone Singer. The arrogance that came with their talent accumulated with each of their 'foolish' questions, but was suppressed by another emotion.

These chanters showed no sign of annoyance; on the contrary, they maintained a pleasant demeanor.

There's no other reason than that they gave way too much.

An absurd emotion arose in the old prophet's soul.

"so--"

Then he turned around and looked at Tarasin, who was wearing a gray robe beside him, and couldn't help but say, "Before taking someone else's things, could you please inform the master first?"

"You can ask a few adults to reimburse you; I don't think they'll mind."

Tarasin shrugged and tossed the Hyperdimensional Cube in his hand, which looked like a Poké Ball.

Inside the cube were several Eldar Titans that bore the complete marks of war. Not far away, Eldar pilots and human apprentices watched their vehicles disappear, utterly bewildered.

He doesn't even dare to steal people anymore, and his old "stockpile"—those collections he gathered from various periods of human history—is dwindling. Once the Wings of Dawn find a way to dispose of them, he'll probably have to give them all up.

His empty museum desperately needs to be filled with creations that carry a new history.

Fortunately, Dawnwing did survive a lot.

"."

Dragging his gaze, which had been almost glued to the participants, back to the present, Tarasin never expected that these divine beings could actually lead humanity into the demonic realm of the evil god.

They even moved in.

He then watched as a force, mainly composed of Imperial Guards, entered the passageway.

Their mission is either to seal off the passage after the mission fails, buying time for the Primarchs to destroy 'Timekey Star', or to join the battlefield as a follow-up force after the mission is completed, resisting the endless counterattacks of the Nurgle army and stabilizing their 'probes' that have successfully taken root in Nurgle's domain.

Ten thousand years ago, people would clog their own toilets; now they're going to other people's houses to unclog their sewers.

This can be considered as pioneering a new era in this universe.

"You really reported the clues about the Goddess of Life?"

Tarachin suddenly asked, clearly intending to divert his barely suppressed desire by bringing up a more attractive topic.

"Of course, freeing Elsa is not difficult. The real challenge is how to keep her in the struggle between the two Chaos beings after she is freed. But to be honest, I feel that Dawnwing cares more about the clues to the Wolf King Lemanrus than Elsa herself. That's what we are mainly reporting."

Usvi nodded affirmatively.

In fact, Elsa is quite safe staying with Nurgle. The Eldar are still able to reproduce because she is alive. If they hadn't made sufficient preparations and the Goddess of Life had been released and devoured by Slaanesh, then the birthplaces of the new Eldar would likely all be the same as Slaanesh's sixth ring. Currently, there aren't many forces capable of protecting the Goddess of Life; humanity is one of them.

However, Ramses had always been rather uninterested in protecting the goddess of life, and Uslan believed that Ramses was unwilling to take the risk.

But it doesn't really matter for now.

Uslan looked down at the planet beneath his feet.

These four don't even need to be compared to the Four Gods; they look handsome and refined compared to 99% of the intelligent beings in the galaxy. I wonder how they developed such personalities.

Moreover, the other party is not even affected by the power of faith, especially Romulus and Karna. They have many worshippers, but they are not disturbed and remain steadfast.

Whether it was an act or not, at least now that the race is almost at its wit's end, the old prophet intends to give it a try.

Uslan looked at his translucent palm, in which the crystalline bones were clearly visible in the sunlight.

The bodies of the Eldar also age, gradually crystallizing over time and transforming into immovable statues.

Let them handle it. Anyway, there are many in the Eldar who don't trust these four. Some want to bring about the birth of the God of Death, some want to leave the galaxy, and some want to live in seclusion in the Web Dao.
Let time prove which ethnic group made the right choice.

"I rarely use the word 'bold' to describe others."

"Tarasin said."

"Prediction has always been one of our strengths."

Uslan gazed down: "See the path clearly, and then change your steps according to the path. But few people have the courage to step into the unknown. The galaxy is destined to be reshuffled because of their choices, and all disasters become unpredictable, even the space necromancers are no exception."

"Oh, that's a pity. They don't seem to realize that."

Taracin feigned helplessness: "Although it seems incomprehensible, the races of the past are still in a wait-and-see phase, since the galaxy poses no threat to them in the present day."

"I hope that after you see Chaos and all the other races using the Silent King's painstakingly created Spirit Exorcism Zone as a public toilet, you'll still be able to keep your stubbornness here."

Ramses' voice suddenly rang out.

The two thieves remained calm, clearly accustomed to their leader's elusive nature.

The Dawnwings have always considered Chaos, the Zerg Swarm, and even the Orks as their greatest adversaries, but they have largely ignored the threat posed by the Necromancers.

The main reason is that the thought of the Lord of the Triune Council, the leader of the End Star God, the great Silent King, returning from wandering the universe for 60 million years, and finally leading his troops to fight a group of geeks in Orpheus, is hard to keep one on the edge of their seat.

By then, the Great Rift had already opened, and the Empire was basically in chaos. The Regent didn't even have time to deal with the Tau Empire on his doorstep. The worlds of Mars, Steel Ball, and Riza hadn't even started to exert their power yet. As a result, humanity managed to trap the Silent King in Orpheus with just three expeditionary fleets.

That exorcism zone was the most ridiculous of all.

The wind can enter, the rain can enter, and even chaos can enter.

In any case, Ramses had no intention of completely isolating the warp; it would be more practical to gradually advance his understanding of the warp.

"."

Tarahim hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

But Ramses clearly had no interest in continuing the discussion. He dragged Corax all the way to the Tower of Domination to begin preparing for an online meeting with Romulus.
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The soldiers marched in a solemn long line through the gate, through the guarded passage, and toward the place where they had taken their first steps.

Very few people came to welcome the triumphant return.

The Dawn Guard, who were still setting up a defensive line around the passage, respectfully made way for the soldiers.

Their bodies were riddled with wounds, the banners that once shone on their weapons and armor were now just charred fragments, and the gunships flew in formation like flocks of birds against the marching giants.

The staff on this planet each have their own responsibilities. As a testing ground for various cutting-edge technologies related to subspace, the members recruited from various races all have their own things to do and remain in their respective workplaces under the leader's orders.

Occasionally, passing souls would cast respectful glances at these brave souls who had traversed through hell.

But this is not the end.

The heroes have returned victorious, and the final decision will be made.

(End of this chapter)