This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 449 Inard: I Have a Bad Feeling (5k)

Caliban, The Stone Fortress
"So we have to go to Bieton."

After communicating with the Eldar and seeing that they truly didn't want the Ark World anymore, Ramses gathered with his friends and explained in detail the conditions the Eldar had agreed to.

"Such a quick change of expression?"

Romulus flipped through the documents.

Previously, it was still an observation period. Although the Phoenix Lord was also doing abstract things, he was still the leader of the Ark and had a sense of justice. Together with the Prophet, he kept the group of fanatical fans of Bietan in check. The Jester's side had been in a wait-and-see state, at most showing some goodwill. Why are they now rushing to sign indenture contracts?
"Sigh, other people who want to sell can't even find a way to do it."

Ramses waved his hand. Having studied the theory of warp space for nearly a hundred years, he was astute enough to guess what was going on: "Perhaps it's our ability to interfere with time that made them decide to act. After all, we don't have to worry about our opponents playing the 'I came back from the future' trick anymore. If someone dies, they really die. This means that we can indeed take a piece of flesh from the Four Gods."

"So this Eldar Death God is no longer needed?"

Romulus pushed the revised document aside, De Lacus moved the document away, and began connecting with Digglis. The Ultramarines secretariat immediately brought over another stack of neatly organized and categorized documents.

The Greater Altera region has remained steadfast despite the siege of the Behemoth Hive Fleet, and the Terran Fortress world on the galactic frontier has maintained a stable defense, forcing the Hive Fleet to break up into smaller units. However, the large number of missing persons cases continues to cause headaches for the ruler, Calgar.

The warring planets clearly show signs of chaos, but no clues have been found.

Romulus felt a little awkward as the pen touched the paper again.

"If they can abandon one god, they can always abandon the next one, right?"

"No, you have so little confidence in yourselves? And what kind of slave owner mentality is this? Isn't it normal to switch jobs if the company's benefits aren't good?"

Ramses corrected him: "We call this eliminating slave owners and then liberating serfs from their control. In this process, all we need to do is maintain our advanced nature. What's there to worry about?"

"Ah."

Romulus nodded; that explanation made sense.

Ryan stared intently at his brothers, who were seriously discussing absorbing the Spirit Race as demi-humans.

No, when the Eldar were fighting the War of the Heavens, humans were probably just a bunch of scattered rats. The meteorite that wiped out the dinosaurs during the Cretaceous period was probably blown off by one of the warring fleets.

Are you sure these two races can really be classified together?

“Alright, there are also planets inhabited by the Savage Spirit Race within the Dawn Star Sector. Let them choose one themselves, and I will prepare the relevant demi-human files.”

Romulus casually signed a document that sent chills down the spines of immigration officials in the Dawn Star District.

While it may seem abstract from a genetic perspective, it's not a big deal when explained from a political standpoint. After all, the Eldar are currently of great value in terms of political maneuvering, and the Dawnwings have the ability to keep them in check.

As for how to absorb the Spirit Race, that's not a big problem.

Although using phrenology to determine race is a bit abstract, once they get Isha out, they can have her genetics modified.

Given how much this goddess dotes on the Spirit Race, she'd be overjoyed to see someone willing to protect these children.

“That’s good. Since the contract has been signed, it must be fulfilled. It will be more convenient for the planets with the Soul of the World, and the Eldar who don’t want to fight can stay there as relay stations.”

Ramses agreed, and then flipped through his manual.

The World Soul, a special entity, possesses extremely strong resistance to chaos. As early as when they went to Fenris, Ramses began to explore the functions of the World Soul.

The known functions are to store and protect souls far from the influence of the Dawnwings, to serve as a safe signal relay station to facilitate communication for the Star Court, and to isolate warp whispers so that psionicists can use their powers more safely.

Fenris is currently the most developed project.

The Space Wolves' efficient communication capabilities and secure methods for casting warp spells are the reasons why they are able to organize a massive military force in the Misty Starfield and use the Iron Hand to put out fires and gain favors everywhere.

These favors will be transformed into the fists of the wolf cubs, who intend to beat Ruth to his knees.

Fenris seems a little unhappy.
What happened to the Soul of the World?
Even the Soul of the World has to work for me!

Ramses closed the manual after marking the coordinates given by Romulus and preparing to call the local World Soul.

Subspace capitalists cannot tolerate any untapped blue ocean.

"Shall we go there now?"

Seeing that his two companions had finished talking, Arthur, who was still planning the route of the Weeping Ones, asked.

"Okay, let's go now."

Ramses patted Ryan, who had been looking like 'what's wrong with this world' since the start of the meeting.

"Boss, it's all up to you."

After saying that, he pulled up the star map. The Ark Eldar, who were known for their vigilance, were now openly sharing their Ark world coordinates on it.

"These are the coordinates. Bietan is an Ark world with many forests."

Arthur silently sent Romulus a letter suggesting a tree-planting campaign throughout the galaxy.

"."

Ryan had never been so speechless in his life.

“Yes, but Caliban should still be in the process of the ritual, I need other means.”

After thinking for a moment, Ryan decided to ignore those abstract political issues and began to speak.

A small figure in a robe poked its head out and pointed at the trees on the surface of the giant stone fortress.

Oh right, the Stonehenge is also a fragment of Caliban's territory.

"it is good."

Ryan immediately agreed, then looked at Arthur.

"I'll go with you."

Arthur replied.

The more Inards they cut down, the better. They don't have a penchant for one-on-one fights; it's just that they were previously limited by manpower issues, so it was either one-on-one fights or being ganged up on.

"Don't worry, you're on the whitelist now."

Ramses added that Ryan didn't need to worry about his abilities being affected by Arthur.

This reminded Ryan of the Emperor's distrust of him in his dream, and he was filled with mixed feelings.

He stretched out his right arm to test the conscious response and the interface with the subspace, like chasing a wild beast in a dream.

This feeling was mysterious and elusive. He tried hard not to recall the emperor's attitude towards him and began to carefully peel away the layers of his extraordinary nature.

He took a few steps on the stone floor.

The surrounding scenery transformed into a deep jungle.

This is an endless jungle, where bones, armor, and fur are buried deep within the many roots of the giant trees.

Nevertheless, he could still feel the relentless drumbeats echoing across the floor and shaking the stone walls. With each loud bang, the thick fog would surge and leaves would scatter from the massive canopy.

Ryan took a deep breath of the familiar air.

Because he was the Emperor's Riddler, his understanding of this forest was actually very limited.

According to his last memory of speaking with the Emperor, this place was considered his subspace, where most of Ryan's power was gathered.

The Four Gods were always watching him, and the Emperor's conflicting personalities made it difficult to distinguish right from wrong. What Ryan truly felt was only his guilt over his actions and the Emperor's murderous intent towards him.

No, there's no need to think about these things.

Remembering Ramses's assessment of the Emperor, Ryan quickly shook his head.

Since he's already like this, just go along with it.

I still choose to fight for humanity, and I have brothers who trust me by my side.

Ryan emphasized this to himself as he looked up and surveyed this familiar yet unfamiliar territory.

Ramses did not rush to integrate Caliban into this realm, with the aim of preventing the four gods from corrupting it.

Clearly, the defense has been successful so far.

wow~
Another tremor followed.

Ryan was certain that it was the sound of a sharp blade chopping down a tree.

Ryan frowned and stepped forward.

He saw a lost person.

The man's clothes were torn, and there was a huge gash in his chest, ripped in two by a bomb. But he seemed to be frozen in the moment of death, still able to maintain the demeanor of a normal person, looking sinister and terrifying in the misty forest.

At this moment, this human, who resembled a zombie, seemed completely unaware of his injuries, wielding a giant axe pulled from the roots, as if chopping down trees.

Ryan's gaze fell on the gap, and he compared it with the standard explosive gun equipped by the paladins.

The lost soul also saw Ryan at the same moment.

"what!!!"

The man dropped the tools he was using to cut wood for warmth and ran away screaming.

"So this is your field."

Suppressing the urge to pursue, Ryan was about to turn around to see if his companions were following when Ramses' voice rang out.

Ryan was momentarily dazed, then he saw those figures flashing by in the woods again.

The number of people increased, and they were observing him through the fog with fearful or wary eyes.

Ryan knew very well that he had never seen any similar entity in his dreams.

Didn't we agree that once Arthur cleared Caliban's contamination, no other warp entities would contaminate Caliban?
Feeling that his hometown was dirty, Ryan looked at Ramses, wanting to question him, but hesitated for a moment and first put on a questioning look.

“I put them there. They’re all from Caliban. It’s perfect for them to live in Caliban; it’ll also provide some protection. And the Emperor Spirits will have a capable helper.”

Ramses said the projections weren't his problem; the blame should be placed on someone who initiated the orbital bombardment.

At the same time, he also understood the extent to which someone had come to know themselves.

"."

The person, realizing what was happening before them, fell silent again.

"The cost of resurrecting the dead is high, and the séance is a huge expense. Our strategic reserves cannot be touched; they will be used to lure Inard later. I've also given you the technology for forging the Thunderforged Weapons. If you need sacrifices, go hunt demons in the Warp yourself."

"it is good."

Ryan didn't want to continue the topic, so he secretly noted Ramses's words and led the tourists behind him toward their destination.

They met many more people along the way.

There are Astartes and ordinary people.

After their initial panic subsided, they calmed down, and as word spread, more and more dead bodies gathered around, carefully hiding behind the fog.

He simply observed the team led by Ryan.

"."

This caused Ryan immense suffering.

He wanted to lash out, but his brother, who had high expectations of him, was behind him. Then he realized that he had no reason to lash out.

It's good that these people are just watching; it's already a relief that they didn't throw banana peels or rotten vegetable leaves at him.

Ryan quickened his pace, until he saw the green-glowing tree hole ahead, at which point he accelerated even further as if he had seen a savior.

He was the first to step across the passageway.

"Here we are."

"Well done, boss."

Ramses followed Ryan out, looking around with a curious expression.

Hmm, the Eldar are doing a pretty good job of cultivating plants.

"13 minutes have passed in the real universe."

Arthur also stepped out from behind him, sword in hand.

"Well done, Ryan."

The accompanying Corona Messenger and Uslan were also extremely surprised by this level of warp transfer, thinking that there was another god for everyone to worship, and they also dragged Ifreni, who still wanted to wander around in the forest, out of the way.

"I understand, no need to say anything more."

Ryan kept a straight face and glanced at the Eldar, who were outsiders, seemingly quite annoyed by such flattery.

How would you know if I didn't tell you?

Ramses countered with a question, then deliberately muttered, "Considering Peturabo's failure, I think it's necessary to consistently provide you with positive ideas, lest you spend your days indulging in wild thoughts."

"."

Ryan fell silent.

".what ever."

He snorted and took the lead in stepping out of the woods of Bieton.

According to the contract, they need to first check the Eternal Circuit to ensure the survival of these ancestral souls before they can begin to trick Death.
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The core of comedy is often tragedy.

Qiao Gaoqi dared to say that no god could have a deeper understanding of this than himself.

He was merely a clown, less funny than Nurgle, less artistic than Slaanesh, less deceitful and cunning than Tzeentch. Emperor, fraudster, he was just a clown—

Qiao Gaoqi sighed.

Looking across the universe, even within the category of gods, he wouldn't rank in the top five.

The emperor's parenting skills were still too authoritative.

However, when he thought of the gods of the Spirit Race, even Qiao Gaoqi lost the desire to despise the Emperor.

No matter how abstract the Emperor may be, he is still a tall man who is willing to stand tall and upright. The Primarchs can either go crazy or run away, or they can be exhibits that generate foreign exchange for their homeland. Asuyan is still gurgling in Slaanesh's belly.

Well, it's ridiculous that a race has been reduced to needing an artist like him to decide its life and death.

The Clown God organized the knowledge in his hands, his eyes carefully scanning to make sure that the gift he was giving was not a counterfeit with added ingredients.

You mean, as an artist, I woke up one morning to find a nuclear bomb exploding, our country collapsing, and my seemingly surviving colleagues—one whose personality was shattered into eight hundred pieces, another imprisoned by a foul-smelling fat man, and yet another stuck halfway through birth?
I am now the supreme leader of the last three organized forces of the Eldar. Now I must select reliable members from a bunch of sex addicts and psychopaths right under the noses of nuclear weapons with eyes, and then set about rebuilding civilization?
What else is there to say that my tedious historical compilation and my incomprehensible bound collection have become a repository of all the secrets of the universe and the most complete database of our race?

Dude, are you kidding me?
With one hand clutching the Labyrinth Compendium recording the routes of the network, and the other hand holding the true names of the demons that had been recorded since the beginning of the War of Heaven, Qiao Gaoqi cursed as he thought of the incredible rumors circulating outside about the Black Library.

What can kill the gods? What can reverse the scarlet letter?
That was a spell that Tzeentch had intervened in. If he could really reverse red spells, why would he risk his life to get a single horn from Slaanesh?
If he really had that many amazing skills, he would have gone all in to kill Slaanesh long ago. Why would he have been blocked by Inard in the net?

"My brother, what kind of conspiracy are you plotting now?"

"Oh, no way, my dear brother."

Carefully concealing these treasures, which were exceptionally precious to humans, behind his back, Chogoki revealed himself and approached the Grim Reaper avatar who had blocked him at the entrance of the Black Library. He rubbed his hands together and smiled obsequiously.

What wind blew you here?

Logically, with the Soul Sword already in the hands of Dawnwing, the Grim Reaper incarnation should not be able to appear.

Of course, as a god who has already been born but is currently dormant, it is not unimaginable that Inard would engage in some underhanded tactics.

Qiao Gaoqi maintained his carefree smile, but couldn't help feeling sad for the departed spirits.

"."

The Grim Reaper looked at the clown in front of him, who seemed to be in a hurry to do something, his eyes, filled with a strong aura of death, fixed on the clown's expression, which was covered by an eternal smile that concealed all emotions.

"hey-hey."

Qiao Gaoqi smiled again.

"."

Unfortunately, the Eldar's Death God's authority and keen perception were not related, and he truly could not discern the purpose behind this clown god's haste.

"Perhaps it's another time to rescue some unicorn in distress."

Thinking of his people who would eventually die, the embodiment of death easily convinced himself with this reason, and then explained his plan to the only compatriot he could still communicate with.

The scales covering his entire body stretched slightly, and this body, born from the destruction of an Ark world's eternal circuit, began to fade into ethereal form. The Death God's incarnation knew that his time to awaken was limited, so he whispered.

“My brother, I need your help.”

"what's the plan?"

Qiao Gaoqi pretended to listen attentively, kneading his fingers together as if calculating the passage of time.

"I need your help to descend into the real universe."

The avatar of Death spoke, his words laced with suppressed rage: "Those damned Outer Gods, not content with their own completeness, they also covet our power. I need you to conceal our birth, and if possible, I also hope you can reclaim the Old Woman's Sword."

"Oh."

I thought it was me who had been caught.

Qiao Gaoqi rubbed his hands together, his smile growing even wider.

Oh, so it turns out the sales targets came knocking on our door.

　P.S.: I don't have time to write a summary, sob sob.

　　So tired

　　
　
(End of this chapter)