This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 454 If you're brothers, let's govern the empire together!

"Look, isn't there a problem?"

Ramses slowly and methodically fiddled with the documents in his hands, his fingertips lightly tapping the paper. The movements of a powerful being from the warp were then written down on the paper.

But Nurgle was completely unaware.

"That Nurgle is ruthless. He turned on his own people without even pretending."

Those who could focus on the paper stared intently at it.

Waves surged within the subspace, and chaotic energy twisted and tumbled in the void.

The human forces that had been probing the garden were subjected to a massive cloud of gray fog, completely different from the plague, and the echoes of countless dying Nurgle demons assaulted the human lines.

The despair these lives felt when they were utterly abandoned was so powerful that it forced even the Shadow Lord, who had been running rampant within them, back to a realm closer to reality.

Ramses' description of the subspace is so masterful that even viewers with no knowledge of the subspace can understand it clearly.

"I don't quite understand, why is the 'Grudge' reaction so strong?"

Losing money should be the norm. Although these four things are not exactly respectable, these gods should have understood this long ago after the Battle of Cadia.

Khorne lost most of his World Eater army. The move also caused a large amount of warp energy to be extracted, resulting in the shrinking of the Eye of Terror. Many merchant ronin forces and Eldar entered the area to excavate the ruins of the ancient Eldar empire, which further strengthened the defenses of the entire Eye of Terror region.

But that's the end of it.

Today, Khorne still roams the galaxy, indiscriminately blessing both sides of the war, while also joining in and enjoying the thrill of war himself.

As for the other two less conspicuous gods, Tzeentch was quietly amassing a fortune, and Slaanesh was beginning to slack off. Although they were both somewhat unhappy about the deteriorating environment of the real universe, neither was as displeased as Nurgle—

Furious?
Ramses pondered for a while and finally came up with this summary.

"Nurgle may no longer be able to play the role of the benevolent father he claims to be."

Arthur immediately saw the problem.

The Great Game of the Chaos Gods is a set of rules, a fig leaf, a manifestation of the power struggle between the four gods, and has become a phenomenon.

But what is the real universe?
This is the hunting ground where the gods roam freely, and the sacred place where the darlings of chaos display their power and please their masters.

But what has become of the real universe today?
The meat started to bite.

While this infuriated the other three gods, it wasn't entirely unacceptable.

Khorne went all in with a wave of his hand, and during the Battle of Kadia, he kept sending his archdemons to Karna without any fear of dying. Tzeentch was even more out of the question; messing with his archdemons was commonplace for him. Apart from Carlos and Alterac, two rare and hard-to-replicate figures, the others were just consumables.

As for Slaanesh, look at him, what's the rush? He's probably still on his way to making plans, and he might lose his way in the meaning of life in the next second.

But what about filth?
He was prepared to kill his own child with every action he took.

It's no longer about so-called universal love, but about personally pushing one's own children to their deaths. The privilege derived from power, the composure that once granted a god, has vanished.

Even if Nurgle has never been happy about killing his own children for meddling in the real universe, could he give up?
Abandon the competition with the other three rivals until the aggressive, cold sun of the warp sees His weakness?
The other three made appropriate adjustments based on the current situation, but Nurgle, who had been stagnant for countless years, found it difficult to accept when he discovered that he was about to change.

"Oh? -- Oh! I understand."

Ramses was slightly puzzled, but then he understood the reason and laughed, "So He got anxious, but has He forgotten that the real universe is our home turf?"

The faces of the 'demi-humans' around him immediately fell.

While that's true, doesn't it feel a bit out of place to hear this from someone who's doing so well in the Warp?

"Never underestimate the enemy."

Arthur pulled up reports compiled by the Ultramarines think tank, Digglis, detailing attacks on planets including Civitavecchia within the Great Alteramar.

This think tank member is now a prominent figure in the Extreme Starfield. He is responsible for remote communication and coordination between hundreds of sub-groups, and the archive director compiles reports from various planets of Greater Otlamar for each cycle, including military deployments, local policies, and even psionic training.
Kargar's ability to maintain high responsiveness among the Ultramarines and their various sub-companies despite the combined torment of the Zerg Hive and the Nurgle Plague is largely due to this legendary think tank.

Ryan subtly raised his eyes to observe.

Unlike the Hades Sector, which is controlled by the Holy Blood Angels and works closely with the Wings of Dawn, which is almost like a district of the Dawn Star Region, Great Altera still maintains a high degree of autonomy in the present era. After the Wings of Dawn took the lead in resolving the problem of division that had lasted for thousands of years, it is now managed and operated by the Ultramarines and their various sub-squads, with Romulus providing guidance.

In theory, Romulus could directly take over the Ultramarines, but what puzzled Ryan was that these brothers were not enthusiastic about taking control of the most dazzling jewel in the eastern galaxy.

They had an extraordinary level of trust in Guilliman.

This reminded Ryan of the cautiousness with which the 'fallen angels' met him, and the wariness and 'distrust' that Arthur and Ramses showed towards him.

wrong.

Ryan shook his head.

They trusted me too much, and everything I did was exactly what they expected.

Ryan has an extraordinary ability to focus, which allows him to eliminate all distractions and concentrate absolutely on one thing.

This was an ability he had possessed since he could remember—which was also the reason he was able to survive in the forests of Caliban as a child, where he hunted each other daily with the top predators of the jungle until Luther found him. It was not difficult for him to often ponder things.

But precisely because of this, for him, being willing to believe in certain people and certain things is a difficult challenge.

"Ryan."

Arthur spoke, breaking the silence.

"Take a look for us."

He unfolded the star map, and blue dots of light flickered in the holographic projection.

With Ryan around, things are much easier. Previously, strategic deployments required Romulus and Arthur to spend a lot of time deliberating and discussing. Now, Arthur sets the strategic objectives and coordinates the various military units, Ryan formulates the detailed plans, and Romulus simply follows up with resource allocation.

All I can say is that I ate with someone.

It's great to work together.

Far away on the other side of the galaxy, Romulus, who was mobilizing resources, looked up at the political affairs that had been greatly reduced with Ryan joining the team and couldn't help but sigh.

When Corax returned, he didn't feel anything. After all, he was still in a rather strange and conflicted state. It was enough that he was willing to fight in the warp with his super raven guards who had been transformed into the Dark Raven Army. The rest could only be repaired slowly over time. There was no need to force him any further.

Ryan is truly different. Although he has an extraordinary personality, he has an extremely strong ability to regulate himself. No matter how conflicted he is inside, it won't affect his work.

It goes without saying that he truly deserves to be the leader of the First Legion.

Romulus paused slightly with his pen, then crossed his fingers and stretched out his body for once.

Beside him, a rotating holographic star map cast a bright glow upon his body, revealing an undisguised sense of ease in his eyes.

Looking at the star map and the unit markers symbolizing different military units, Romulus felt a sense of satisfaction, like opening an electrical box and admiring the perfectly wired connections. Once the thirteenth prince wakes up, he'll abandon the basic governance of the southeastern part of the Limitless Starfield, and then feed the Solar Starfield and the Storm Starfield—

Then, as the Primarch who first returned, he generously bestowed the rule of the Sunfield and the Stormfield upon Guilliman, to demonstrate the brotherhood among the Primarchs, to show respect for the predecessors who made outstanding contributions to the Great Crusade, and to proclaim to the galaxy the prosperity and unity of the Imperial high command.

Looking around, Romulus saw the pages that barely covered the Primarch's height, and the star chart filled with SOS messages from all over the galaxy, but far fewer than before, yet he found them strangely pleasing to the eye.

One Ryan was already like this, he couldn't even imagine how awesome it would be if another old thirteen came along.

'Ha~'

The thought of his impending liberation made Romulus burst into laughter again.

wow~
The documents at hand were carefully taken away.

Grand Steward Delacus had a feeling that something was wrong with his master lately.

Although he remained highly motivated and often joked with them, for some reason, ever since Lord Arthur and the others began their return journey, Lord Romulus would inexplicably chuckle a couple of times. This unusual situation made the Invincible Guards instinctively worried.

The Grand Steward, with doubts in his heart, left the office, not even noticing Karna walking towards him.

It wasn't until the archangel casually picked up the servant's fruit platter and leaned it against the edge of the road, as if by coincidence, allowing De la Cruz to walk through the path, that the etiquette-conscious chief steward realized what was happening.

"I'm sorry, my lord."

He apologized to Karna.

Although the Primarch doesn't care about these things, and the Seraphim are even more approachable, the Primarch's authority must be upheld.

Fortunately, Karna himself has good emotional intelligence. If he had actually shown a willingness to give way, De la Cruz doesn't even want to imagine what his reputation would have become.

"fine."

Karna waved his hand dismissively.

"I'm craving something sweet."

This little matter was thus overlooked.

"what happened?"

Noticing Delacus's hesitant expression, Karna, who had already assisted the fleet in evacuating civilians and had some free time to prepare to continue renting brains, took the initiative to ask again.

De la Cruz breathed a sigh of relief.

He began, “Lord Karna, I request that you communicate more with Lord Romulus, whose condition is currently—somewhat strange.”

"Oh."

Karna raised an eyebrow, quickly reviewing his recent experiences in his mind, and said:

"Tell me?"

De la Cruz told the truth.

He observed the original very carefully, and any differences from the past were described in detail.

'broken! '

After hearing Ernesto de la Cruz's description, Karna felt as if the sky had fallen.

Does this mean he'll have to work from now on?
Karna immediately shook his head at the thought of Dante's fate under Romulus.

Even now that Baal has been transformed into a heavenly world, Karna rarely visits the mother planet of the Holy Blood Angels except for official events.

It's not that he hates Baal or the Holy Blood Angel.

There's no other reason than that every time I saw Dante, I felt my conscience was being tormented.

"Leave it to me, I'll take care of it."

Karna immediately replied to De la Cruz in a serious tone.

"Thank you for your trouble, Lord Karna."

Seeing that the Seraphim had immediately abandoned his frivolous attitude, Delacroix was also moved by the deep affection between the Wings of Dawn.

With such a tight bond linking them together, what could possibly stop them?!
Clutching the documents, De la Cruz continued towards his work with renewed hope.

Karna quickly pushed open the office door.

"Hahaha~"

What I heard was laughter that I rarely hear myself.

'Done! '

Karna then saw Romulus laughing heartily, completely unlike his previous bitter and resentful demeanor while working, and his face immediately turned horrified.

'My good buddy's worked like crazy!'
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Therefore, I always only trusted myself, while the brothers trusted me more than I trusted myself.

"Hey~"

Thinking about all this, the lion sighed.

Perhaps that's why he couldn't truly integrate into Caliban, couldn't get his subordinates to understand him, and never really understood his brothers.

Actually, it's just that the "water ghost" (a person who manipulates others) is trying to recruit people to manipulate you.

Seeing that Ryan had fallen into some inexplicable state of reflection again, Ramses just felt that these loyalist Primarchs had eaten too much shit and that they should be grateful to have met a normal person.

He shrugged and asked:

"I understand—so what else do we need to face besides this plague?"

"it's here."

Arthur accessed the latest battlefield data.

Ryan quickly focused his attention and looked over as well.

　P.S.: Sorry it's late and the word count is low, but I really got home very late today because I went to the hospital to get some medicine.
　　Character
　　Ramses: I find Naur very strange; I wonder what illness he has contracted.

　　Arthur: I see the problem, then continue to manipulate Ryan into doing his work.
　　Romulus: This is the first time I've felt so much stress since I started working. I've never experienced such a wonderful life. Cheers and applause for me!
　　Karna: Oh no, I've gone crazy from working so hard.
　　Ryan: Continue self-motivation and work hard.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)