This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 452 You, go and play Irebas! (5.6k)

The three returned carrying the remains of Death.

The Laughing God, disguised as an ordinary Elven race member, maintained communication and touched the Eternal Circuit that had just been pried open.

Hmm, it's still cold.

The aura of the Grim Reaper hadn't even dissipated from the circuit when the Grim Reaper himself was already captured.

The Eldar and Talathim seemed unsurprised by this.

They had witnessed how Vashtor was killed.

He was so careful, creating a clone and hiding his true self, and even relying on a contract with the Four Gods in the hope of balancing the interests of all parties to protect him, the small creditor. In the end, these people, along with the Emperor, dragged his true self out of the subspace and killed him.

Vashtor's corpse still lingers in the Necropolis, serving as raw material to enhance the Empire's technological capacity. It is believed that in the future, more and more machines in the Empire that are not blessed by the Cult of Mechanics will be able to function normally under the influence of the warp, thereby strengthening the ability of various worlds in the galaxy to resist the invasion of chaos.

Qiao Gaoqi organized the information in his mind that had gradually become clearer as he talked with Romulus.

Aside from pure combat power enhancements, these gods seem to have little interest in the increase of their authority based on individual strength. Instead, they focus more on ways that can cover a wider area and make life easier for humans in more territories.

The improved efficiency of information transmission further enhanced governance capabilities and alleviated administrative pressure. With technology protected, subspace travel became safer. The increased ability to transfer supplies and the reduction in losses led to economic prosperity, which in turn supported the planet and maintained stability. At the same time, it also brought more direct benefits to the Imperial Navy stationed there.

Although such practices of skimming profits are considered unethical and a root of corruption for official institutions like the Imperial Navy, it is undeniable that the sector's wealth not only enriched the pockets of naval nobles but also increased the patrol enthusiasm of the Imperial Navy fleet.

The increased production capacity of the sector allowed these military nobles to exchange their wealth for ships and favors. This exchange of interests, which could be completed within a few years, made the Imperial Navy pay more attention to its relationship with the planetary government, and thus focus more on protecting the safety of shipping lanes, rather than thinking about how to have a glorious war with the Chaos Fleet and then lose the entire sector.

Just make do with it.

The reformed tax payment method implemented by the Dawn Wings has greatly reduced the pressure on developing star sectors. There is no longer any need to worry about the arrival of the Ministry of Justice causing devastating damage to the planets. From the Limitless Starfield to the Hazy Starfield, the overall production and living standards of the various imperial worlds radiated by the Dawn Starfield have been greatly improved.

In addition, Romulus tirelessly placed orders for star fortresses with various forging worlds, creating a vast solid defense belt connecting star sectors. Fortified planets and moons were everywhere, and the powerful defensive forces firmly pinned these planets to the Empire's territory.

This is also the fundamental reason why Terra is still able to actively send out armies to fight against the Khorne Demons on various planets; and why Silverheart is still able to resist invasions from all sides without direct intervention from the Dawnwings.

"Sir, your sword."

With a bewildered expression, Ephraim cautiously approached Ramses. Her gaze fell on the small sphere filled with the will of death, then she instinctively looked away, letting out a sigh of relief.

Although the rebellious young people verbally admitted their wrongdoing, they were still somewhat resentful in their hearts for putting the future of the Adaling race on the Wings of Dawn, even at the cost of abandoning their past glory.

Now she knows.

Recalling the fleeting light that had previously flickered in her consciousness, Evelyn's inner confusion was dispelled.

Some of her little schemes are like laughable fantasies; she thinks she has a choice, but in reality, she has no choice at all.

The Death God of the Spirit Race, hoping to rely on the other party to save the Spirit Race is simply a futile endeavor.

Ramses grinned triumphantly.

Recruiting senior staff in this universe is much simpler than on their original planet.

After all, back then he argued back and forth with others online, posting videos and photos of visas, and no one could convince anyone else. This precisely illustrates that each party had its own advantages and disadvantages, and everyone's experience was different. Coupled with differences in personal circumstances, even if they were in the same region, it was naturally difficult to reach a consensus.

Now let's turn our attention to this universe.

Let's take a look at the Galaxy's current rivals—

They're all heavyweights.

If you expose the true nature of your competitors to your employees, they will naturally have no choice but to choose you, unless they are mentally deficient.

"Keep this in your possession; you'll be my chosen one from now on."

Ramses waved his hand generously, appearing quite magnanimous.

The power of the Grim Reaper is extremely dangerous and cannot be used casually like Junior Wa. It would be best to entrust it to him.

He also needed a subspace domain to meet the growing needs of his employees for a better life.

Can I not take it?

Death is still alive.

Ifrena almost burst into tears.

The true face of death is truly terrifying.

However, she dared not disobey her boss and had no choice but to obediently put away the Silent Screaming Sword - Asuvar.

"Shouldn't you be back soon?"

Romulus, who was arguing with Chogochi, spoke up to ask, a barely suppressed smile playing on his lips.

I originally planned to support the Dark Angels and salvage the Lion King's operation, but now things have turned out like this—

With Vashtor completely captured, they have seized the weakest link in the vicious arts, and humanity is about to usher in the next technological leap.
Not only did the Lion King successfully return and awaken his abilities, but he also brought with him nearly 50,000 Dark Angels. The vast majority of these Dark Angels were veterans of the Great Expedition, and there will be no more obstacles to the subsequent military reform of nearly two million Astartes chapters across the galaxy.

With the power of death in hand, the final piece of the puzzle for Guilliman's original resurrection process is complete, and the Emperor, as the biggest trump card, can continue to serve as his nuclear bomb and be used as a deterrent.

The God of Laughter also plans to completely integrate with humans, bringing his family along, adding another means for humanity to achieve faster-than-light travel in the future.

"Ha~"

Romulus couldn't help but laugh out loud, startling the members of the Extreme Secretaries around him.

Diligent cultivation of inner strength is indeed an essential path to success and excellence. As long as they continuously cultivate and improve their knowledge, skills, mindset, and character, and delve into their chosen fields of study and practice, other ambitious members will naturally gravitate towards them.

No, stay calm, stay calm.

We've only gradually narrowed the gap; we can't be complacent.

Romulus was revising the documents, keeping an eye on the ongoing battles across the galaxy, allocating resources, and suppressing a smile.

"Motalian still hasn't been found?"

Ramses asked.

"No."

Romulus shook his head.

"Missing persons are not only difficult to find, but even if they are found, they cannot be caught."

After saying that, Romulus sent a document to Chogochi, indicating that he should take a look at it first, and then pulled up the information in his hand.

Qiao Gaoqi fell silent, a warmth rising in his heart from this small act of respect. Clutching the "Compendium of Labyrinths" and the "Book of Truth" in his hands, he quietly squatted to one side.

Aside from mutual military support and the allocation of colonies, formal cooperation will definitely have to wait until after the Nurgle is dealt with, as Dawnwing is clearly too busy to do so right now.

Ramses looked up, then frowned.

This image was taken by an Imperial high-speed cruiser.

The image depicts a whale-like creature as large as a planet, covered with massive patches representing the corruption of Nurgle. As the image is magnified, the objects that make up the patches are revealed.

Those were piled up together, densely packed with Nurgle demons.

"Void Whale?"

Void Whales are enormous creatures that live in the warp. Adults can reach 20,000 kilometers in length. They have a strong resistance to chaos pollution and can freely travel between the warp and the real universe. They are also highly intelligent and will deliberately avoid the dangerous domains of the Chaos Gods.

Nurgle is one of the few chaotic beings capable of corrupting such creatures.

During the original Plague Wars, Nurgle used the corpses of seven Void Whale cubs to forcefully break through the orbital defenses of the Hospital World of Ax, corrupting this planet, which was of paramount importance to the Extreme Starfield, thus enabling the Plague to be completed.

"Correct."

"Where is Macurag?"

"Macurag has completed the evacuation of the civilians and is now in the hands of the Ultramarines. The Nemesis team is stationed there, and Guilliman is still on board."

Arthur replied.

He studied a series of battlefield examples and was also on guard against the enemy's sudden charge.

"Our response in the defense zone was quite good. Considering the scale of the Plague offerings provided by Ramses, I'm afraid Mortalian's efforts to achieve their goal are insufficient."

"Is that so?"

Ramses was unsure when Arthur had started paying attention to military deployments across the galaxy, but he nodded nonetheless.

"We're setting off immediately."

Arthur spoke up.

With the matter in the Misty Starfield settled, the rest was left to the Space Wolves, who also had to head to a more important battlefield.

This time, we must break the Grimm's hand that's reaching into the real universe.

"Where is Ramses?"

Romulus asked.

"I'll listen to you. Anyway, everything that needs to be prepared has been prepared. I can handle the rest myself."

Ramses didn't get involved in these matters; he was only responsible for ordering people around to do things according to the needs of those above.

If Arthur was in charge of the military, Karna was in charge of the grassroots, and Romulus was in charge of overall coordination, then Ramses was more like a state-owned enterprise.

"Ah."

Romulus agreed, adding a final comment.

"Remember to bring Ifreni."

"Row."

Ramses made a gesture.

Communication silence.

"Old Gao."

The Clown God paused for a second before realizing he was being called.

"Yes, boss. Is there anything you need to tell me?" He smiled and rubbed his hands together as he approached Ramses.

"Your clown troupe will first be responsible for exploring the network route with reference to the Labyrinth Codex. If you need more people, ask Bietan for some. Also, keep an eye on the news of the Loyal Thousand Sons for me. I'll take care of the batch of unicorns you have now."

"Okay."

Qiao Gaoqi immediately agreed.

"The Supreme - Messenger of the Sun."

"Yes, sir."

"You are responsible for following the instructions of each department. I'll give you Romulus's dedicated line so you can contact him at any time."

"Yes!"

Ramses began to boss people around, and compared to his previous role as a scholar teaching knowledge to members of various psychic organizations and the Imperial Guard, he now resembled a monarch issuing orders to his subordinates.

"Next, we will begin the Guilliman resurrection operation."

Ramses then handed over the draft he had prepared to Arthur so that he could coordinate and deploy the plan later.

This ritual requires Guilliman himself, the armor that Caul forged over ten thousand years, and the power of Death to be truly authentic.

Now that Caul has heard that Nurgle has his eye on Guilliman, he has already gone to Macragge to keep watch. Although in theory they could directly rebuild the Primarch's body, they have a successful precedent and have decided not to try anything fancy.

"And you, IFRENI."

"?"

What about me?
Ifreni, still struggling with the power of death, looked bewildered, but upon hearing the order, she instinctively straightened her back.

Ramses did not let go of this high-ranking employee chosen by Death.

He knew what Romulus's hint meant; at a time when he was planning to incorporate the Eldar, an important race, some unnecessary objections could be troublesome.

Compared to the mysterious and esoteric Web, psionic energy, and ancient technologies that most Imperial citizens are unaware of, the resurrection of a Primarch is more likely to integrate alien races into the political landscape of humanity.

Well, although the demands are different, the methods are no different from those in history.

Ramses stroked his chin, feeling like something was missing but unable to recall it, and pointed at the sword in Ephraim's hand.

"You're in charge of slashing Guilliman."

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The reassembled fleet set sail in a grand procession.

Just as they suddenly appeared in the hazy star field, they have now suddenly disappeared.

A series of problems were resolved, leaving behind a quiet cosmic space.

Swift and efficient.

Within the desolate galaxy, the light of distant stars appeared pale, leaving only a lava planet that was gradually piecing together and sinking into illusion, seemingly not existing in the real universe, and a garrison fleet that was exceptionally small compared to the entire fleet in the past.

"What about people?"

The famous living saint of the empire, Saint Celestine, has been resurrected.

She looked around in confusion, only to find that her goal had vanished once again.

She was met with the muzzle of a gun pointed at the intruder.

After a brief moment of confusion, she was once again sent back to the subspace by the resentful male lion offspring.

"."

wow~
Saint Celestine lifted the severed arm that was blocking his view and crawled out from the pile of his own corpses.

She looked up at the cold sun in the subspace and felt a bitter taste in her mouth for the first time at her luck.
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Nagoro also felt the bitterness.

This bitter feeling has been accumulating ever since He began to intervene in the real universe, and it has existed for an unknown period of time.

The reunification and growth of the Dark Angels, the theft of the Dawn Wings of the Death Force—a power they deeply feared—the slow progress of Mortalian's plans, the costs far exceeding any previous actions, and the near-obvious prospect of future returns.
All of this, like the ruins still burning in the garden, was like a black fog enveloping Nurgle, pulling at His limbs, blocking His thoughts, and making Him question every decision He made and every command He issued.

It's been a long time since I've given myself a chance to catch my breath.

His composure gradually faded, and his reactions became sluggish. Believers and children relied on Him for all decisions, asking Him for help with endless demands, seeking assistance and pleading for guidance. This angered Him, and behind Him, the eyes of His greedy fellow citizens were always watching Him.

And He still has to fight.

The crucible was being stirred with concentrated water.

Noticing the wavering of the Goddess of Life, the faint hope revealed by that already desperate heart was so repulsive to her, the God of Plague's focused gaze peered into everything in the real universe.

He rarely uses the word "battle" to describe an action.

But He did fight.

He once fought against the Primarch, the arrogant Emperor, who was even more arrogant than the current Dawnwing.

However, each battle brings death and change, which weakens Him and slightly diminishes His foundation. The struggle against the Emperor is the worst of all.

The Dark Lord cannot be born, for the end and death will take everything away, and the Emperor cannot rise. This powerful adversary will seize every possible opportunity to retaliate, and corruption will take its place. Nurgle is forced to let faith restrain the Emperor. When the plague of disbelief presses the cursed upon the golden throne, the deep-rooted faith also makes it difficult for the four gods to sustain themselves in the real universe.

Now it's even worse.

The ever-burning flames of the corrupt heaven, and the shadows that move beneath them, are so blinding that Nagle can see his own loss, and he can almost be certain that his efforts will not be rewarded.

However, grime does not yet exhibit rejection.

They cannot betray their choices, nor can they show the slightest sign of fatigue, nor can they display any weakness. Otherwise, the Great Game will end, the rules that the Four Gods used to restrain each other will be completely broken, and what will be replaced by a war that will make the Four Gods bleed.

So Nurgle's face remained as peaceful as ever.

He straightened his shoulders, his thick belly slamming against the cauldron, causing a clump of Nurgle spirits to tumble out.

The changes brought with them an unspeakable burden.

He hides the rampant virus behind his eyes, hides the weariness of every twitching of decaying muscles, all to show his composure, all to provide something reliable and trustworthy for those children who look up to him.

Like those planned changes that lead to different outcomes, despite His great efforts and investment, the result is completely different from the past.

But is that enough?

enough?

No, not enough!

The rules that have lasted for almost eternity cannot be broken...

Nurgle clenched his fist, and the wooden oar creaked under the strain in his hands.

His thoughts raced again, almost plunging him into a state of fearful disorientation and paralysis. It came from the heart of a god, and from the ever-changing external world.

Something is causing Him to lose faith. Yes, even gods are not immune to changes in the rules, and this is especially true for Nurgle, who hates change. He is the pinnacle of the warp, but when the unchanging foundation is shaken by other forces, even His peak will eventually collapse.

So He began to look for something to retaliate against, just as the gods had always done, as they had done to the emperors.

The demon Nurgle, the echoes of the death of his own offspring, cried out wildly around him.

These creatures, pursued by ravens or by the fires of human vengeance, dig in the garden, tearing apart decaying wood to build fortifications, trying to prolong their decaying lives.

Just as they were running, shouting, and falling, the humans arrived. Led by the Lord of Ravens, they wielded power swords and laser weapons forged for them by the real universe and activated those forbidden weapons that could absorb and fill demonic essence.

Like a rat, it's incredibly annoying and leaves you helpless.

They scratched at Nuguri himself, tearing at his outer skin.

The reality is that Mortarion is still preparing, but his attempts are being destroyed time and again by the unintentional actions of the Dawnwing. Change is necessary for Him to achieve His goal, as He needs to sacrifice His own flesh.

Just as the human empire bleeds endlessly, the threat of inequality in the warp drives countless lives to their deaths.

"My father!"

The voice of Rainfather Rothrigus rang out, startling Nurgle awake.

He also had wounds on his body from some kind of bird, and one of his eyes had been pecked away and disappeared.

A drop of foul water spilled from the filth.

The great demon's body first grew again, its smooth skin briefly repairing the wounds, then decayed in the blink of an eye, and was finally fixed at the moment before its decay and death, its body appearing increasingly bloated.

"This is our last gamble; the future will be completely changed."

Naur told it directly, to tell his child his own guess.

Rain's father was stunned.

He found it hard to imagine the word "change" coming from his loving father's mouth.

"Perhaps I can no longer protect you."

Every delay, every attack, every futile attempt.

Now, the Wings of Dawn, they begin to unite.

With the power of death mastered, the Eldar and humans merge, the Sons of Vengeance will awaken, and their power in the real universe will grow ever stronger.

The rules of the game will be completely changed by the outcome of this war.

"We've done everything we could."

　P.S.: Sorry I got home late.
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　　Laughing God: Dawn Wings are great! I'm going to start working for humanity.

　　Romulus: No, the situation is still very serious, I can't laugh.

　　Arthur: Fight!
　　Ramses: You play Irebas!
　　Ifrena: Huh? Me?

　　Nurgle: The chance to exploit the real universe for free is gone forever; the future will change.

　　St. Celestine: Still on its way.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)