This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 457 Ramses: Do you know how the War General was resurrected? (5k)

The Primarchs' arrival was quite sudden.

As soon as Digglis received the notification and sent a message, before the Ultramarines stationed in Macragge could prepare a welcoming ceremony, a small fleet led by the Unyielding Truth entered Macragge along with the unfolding of a psionic ritual on the sacred world of Rafis in Macragge, accompanied by the blooming of mist in the real universe.

Many psionicists have glimpsed unusual phenomena from the waves of the High Heaven.

They saw a jungle stretching out into the warp, upon which the greedy gazes of the gods were drawn.

The corrupting force reached out, attempting to completely engulf the forest, but the cold sun of the warp refused to yield, its blazing rays scorching the forest.

Then shadows enveloped everything.

An angry roar echoed across the sky.
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Macurag, Hera Fortress, Hall of the Holy Sepulchre
After the complex inspection process, the Primarchs had already gathered at Hera Fortress.

"This reminds me of the past."

Hill, the second company commander of the Ultramarines, held his red helmet under one hand, gazing at the magnificent silhouettes of the four Glory Queen ships in the sky, and spoke to Cyrantus beside him.

Serandis, a company commander in Dalian during the Legion's era of extreme warfare, was an unlucky guy who was written into the Thirteenth Black Expedition by Tarasin in history.

For Hill, the unexpected joy of learning that his missing comrades were still alive ten thousand years later was truly delightful.

"It would be even better if the adults could lead us in battle like they used to."

Serandis stared intently at the dark angels following the lion, their aura of death as enemies of the empire filling the company commander with envy.

Besides the Ultramarines Chapter, Macragge now also houses an Ultramarines Company.

Each of them is more precious to the contemporary Ultramarines than themselves, or even Calgar, because they are proof of the Chapter's history.

Ultramarines are never short of manpower. This company is responsible for the security of the Primarchs and also serves as the training corps within the Ultramarines system, which means they are destined to be far removed from the flames of war.

Contributed by the King of Figurines.

This guy not only has gene seeds from various legions, but also Astartes from various legions, in varying numbers, ranging from dozens to thousands, and even the Custodians.

After fully collaborating with the Wings of Dawn, the Necromancer who successfully applied for the position of chief steward of the giant art installation in the Dawn Sector also donated all of his collections related to humanity, including those 'collections'.

This greatly reduced the pressure on Dawnwing in terms of souls, and also further facilitated military reform.

"Haha, I think that's impossible."

Hill watched the Primarchs conversing and the strange aliens standing guard by the Father of Genesis's stasis field, and couldn't help but laugh.

"I think so too."

With a bitter expression, Serandis processed the roster of new recruits who had graduated from the Ultramarines over the past year.

As control of the Five Hundred Worlds was gradually taken back, the recruitment of new soldiers by the various returning subgroups was basically unified under the command of the Ultra Warriors, and this is the part that Serandis and his group are now in charge of.

This included tasks such as assigning new recruits, relocating recruits whose surgeries failed, and placing recruits who failed assessments into the reserve force.
While it is regrettable that some recruits failed to join the Astartes Chapter for various reasons, with the help of a group of dedicated Ultramarines, Ultramar is able to enable them to contribute in other roles.

"."

Looking at the thick document in Serandis's hand, Hill couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he had run away early and returned to Lord Guilliman's side to guard his position, thus ensuring that Guilliman wouldn't have to live the life of a high-class servant, and that he could occasionally write books and take Sicarius out to fight.

He wasn't as keen on this as Ernesto de la Cruz, nor was he the type to settle down. Fortunately, he made excellent decisions and didn't try to make his presence known, thus avoiding being dragged into a vicious cycle.

Lord Ramses's large hand was rather frightening.

Wherever it extends, the cursed legions there will die in turmoil.

Seeing that there were quite a few people around, Hill kept quiet and quietly set up his sculpture next to Guilliman.

To reiterate, although life is priceless from a human perspective, the existence of the warp itself clearly puts a price tag on every life.

Having a name and a surname allows one to better fulfill their value. The inherent qualities of these individuals, coupled with the legendary blessings bestowed upon them by the warp, enable them to even outmatch even when facing the chosen ones of chaos.

Those without names or identities fared much worse, stuck in a rut, unable to rise or fall. If they wanted to be resurrected, they could only work for the Cursed Legion. Even after being resurrected, they were relegated to administrative positions by the Dawn Wings because they couldn't fight.

Those who were both good at fighting and capable were in an even worse situation; they weren't even assigned a guard and had to fight to the death by themselves.

Of course, profound philosophical questions like the value of humanity were of no concern to Ramses.

His only concern is that the money was spent but the desired effect wasn't achieved.

"How dare you die if your performance targets aren't met!"

"Is the work finished? Have the administrative matters been handled? How dare you leave the office? Did I dig you out of the endless maze just to send you to your deaths?"

"If you dare to go to the front lines with these numbers, then you'd better get out of here and go clean the Emperor's toilets in the Terra Palace!"

As Kargar walked along the main road of Hera Keep, inquiring about the details of the operation from Azrael who was accompanying him, and headed towards the Primarchs' offices, Ramses' booming voice echoed through the corridor.

"."

The two exchanged a silent glance, then lowered their pace and carefully pushed open the door, where they saw a group of imperial guards bowing their heads like chicks, being scolded.

They lowered their heads and remained silent in the face of Lord Ramses's fury.

Only this person, who could communicate directly with the Emperor, could silence the proud Imperial Guards.

With that thought in mind, the two looked away and went to the place where they were serving the original body.

As for why this happened?
Very simple -

The Imperial Guards abandoned their official duties to fight.

As for why I'm standing here getting scolded?

Even simpler —

I lost; I was utterly defeated by Morag, one of the seven Death Lords under Motarion's command.

After learning the reason from the elders, Calga looked tense and listened with a stiff upper lip to Ramses's blasphemous rebukes.

Why bother fighting with those warp monsters? Do you think the Silent Sisters can control these chosen ones? The Grey Knights were able to unleash their psionic energy under the warp projections of the Silent Sisters' Company during the Battle of Lion's Gate, let alone these monsters favored by evil gods.

Now things are really messed up. The person has gone to report to Old Huang's place, and no one knows who will take over the government affairs. They have no choice but to pull him out by holding their noses, or they can go through the family tree of the Ultra Warriors and order a batch of government staff.

As for why even the Imperial Guards seized the opportunity to go to the battlefield?

Simply put, the empire's political affairs are unacceptable to humans.

Look at Diggris.

Calgare subtly shifted his gaze from Digris, who was cosplaying as Makado, secretly relieved that he didn't possess any exceptional psychic talent.

The ritual was completed smoothly. Due to his powerful psionic abilities and the rigorous training of hundreds of Ultramarines' chapters, Digglis was able to complete the ritual across planets without needing to use a vehicle.

But now that the Primarch has arrived, he needs to welcome him, both out of courtesy and reason.

However, this psyker, who had undergone the complete transformation of a Primal Space Marine, could only sit shakily in a chair, his eyes filled with a deep numbness, apart from the scrolling information, and he could not even stand for a long time.

In other words, the affairs of the Second Empire have been settled. The Imperial Edict is placed beside Lord Guilliman, and everyone no longer needs to worry about the secrets of the Second Empire. Otherwise, he doesn't even want to think that if Digglis, as the 'Director of the Think Tank' and 'Director of the Ptolemaic Library that fully records the history of Macragge,' were still responsible for the harmless modification of that history, would he be dead?

It's too awful.

Ramses couldn't even bear to look at Diggris in that state.

"All Imperial Guards who participated in this operation will have their working contracts extended by 130 years!"

He uttered a single sentence, and all the Imperial Guards present looked on in despair.

After reprimanding the Imperial Guards, he approached the think tank leader, who was responsible for information processing across five hundred worlds, communication between hundreds of warbands, and subspace security, all while being in charge of the think tank's operations.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

He reached out and patted the think tank director on the shoulder, and the shaky body was instantly rejuvenated, regaining its youth in the blink of an eye.

"."

The look of death in Digglis's eyes grew even stronger.

The gazes of those around him suddenly turned horrified, realizing that Lord Ramses was the most terrifying being among the Primarchs.

Not only are you not allowed to fight, but you will also be assigned to the most difficult positions, where you can't even die!
How could such torture exist in the world!

"."

No, why are you blaming me for making Digglis take the blame for such a huge mistake?
Realizing that his actions might have caused some misunderstanding, Ramses quickly said.

"I've assigned you a new employee, so you won't have to do so much work by yourself anymore."

He gave Digris a rune with distinctive Eldar characteristics.

"They have all undergone loyalty tests, so you can confidently delegate tasks to them."

In fact, Ramses himself, as a human being, and one who enjoys life, naturally didn't want others to live such a tiring life, constantly exploiting demons and forcing other races to sign unequal treaties to create surplus value—wasn't that the purpose?

However, the human race's stats are not evenly distributed. Beings like Digglis, Mephisto, Kahulange, and Ezekiel, whose abilities are so outrageous that even warp projection demons dare not touch them, are ultimately a minority. Other psionicists are lucky if they don't die on the spot when using psionic energy like them. Therefore, even if it is simply used as a relay station for signal transfer, it can only rely on these special individuals to take on the task.

Now things are much better. There are enough Eldar. A large number have been brought in from Bietan alone. With the Clown and the Laughing God running around and a steady stream of Eldar making contact, and with the Laughing God taking the lead in establishing the path of racial integration, the standards for cooperation can be further relaxed. These people can also participate in the decision-making of the higher levels of the Empire.

It's a shame they don't use them as government errand boys.

Diggrist immediately realized he had misunderstood and hurriedly accepted the rune, which was like a lifeline.

"Thank you, sir."

He sincerely said that this was something the think tank director couldn't help but feel sensitive about; the pressure of a nation's security was truly making it hard for him to breathe.

I just don't understand why Mephisto is able to live such an easy life.
The think tank director couldn't help but think of his few close friends who could talk about psionics. The situation on the Blood Angels side seemed to be the complete opposite of that of the Ultramarines. Chapter Master Dante took on the vast majority of the tasks, while Mephisto himself often had a lot of free time after completing his missions.

Ramses waved his hand dismissively.

All I can say is that this universe is truly awful, making life difficult for everyone.

Seeing that Ramses had finished speaking, Romulus also looked up from the pile of documents and looked at Calgar, who was returning with Azrael.

"The handover is complete?"

The calm voice finally soothed the turmoil in everyone's hearts.

"finished."

Calga replied immediately, and then spoke.

"My lord, when shall we begin the resurrection ritual for Lord Guilliman?"

There was some anxiety involved.

Then he couldn't help but repent in his heart for his impatience.

This conflicted feeling is widespread among the Space Marines. On the one hand, they hope that their Gene Father can return and walk among humans again; on the other hand, they are ashamed of their own mentality, believing that it makes them weak.

This is often unacceptable to loyal Space Marines who often pride themselves on their resilience, but fortunately, the Primarchs allow such sentiments to exist.

"No rush, let's study it first and make sure everything is foolproof."

Ramses was reluctant to go straight in, since the text the transmigrator possessed didn't explain the specific details. What if Inard manipulated things? If Guilliman really died, he'd have to ask Old Man Huang to rescue him.

"By the way, you should be able to accept having the Spirit Clan use that knife, right?"

His question caused the Ultramarines around him to contort their expressions, instinctively wanting to finely chop up the Eldar who had come with Lord Ramses and mince them.

The idea that the Father of Genetics had a wound that could never heal and needed to be resurrected through a Chaos-Warspace ritual already felt very familiar, and now the Xenomorphs are also involved.

This means that Dawnwing's reputation is really high, otherwise Ultramarines would never have accepted such a proposal.

"."

Faced with the way the Ultra Warriors were looking at Erebus, Ifrene tried her best to remain calm.

Although this chosen one of death, who has not yet experienced the trials of the Comoros, is still somewhat inexperienced, he is not lacking in courage.

She was well aware of what this meant for the future of their race. Dawnwing thought highly of Laughing God and was willing to help. She had always considered herself a proud member of the Elven race, and as an Elven race, she couldn't afford to fail.

"To be honest, it's basically me doing the chopping, but since the Spirit Race is now the target of integration, we also need the support of the Empire's public opinion. By the way, have you seen the list?"

Ramses began to explain.

The Dawnwings all share a good habit: when it comes to serious matters, they don't resort to riddles to fool people. Before this, Ramses had already explained the principles of the ritual and the purpose of doing so.

"finish watching."

Calga nodded; with his political acumen, he naturally understood the reason.

The Eldar, especially the most important one among them, Laughing God, has staked everything on the Empire. The Empire is about to gain access to the Webway, the most efficient means of warp travel, along with everything the Eldar on the Ark.

But for the Imperials, it's useless to preach these things to them. Many Imperials will never enjoy the convenience of the Internet in their entire lives. The High Lords, especially the Star Court and the Navigator Sanctuary, will probably find it even harder to accept the impact of the new means of travel.

For the Primarch, dealing with the High Lords is not a problem, but for the sake of further social stability, some political posturing is still necessary.

What could be more conducive to the Eldar integrating into humanity than awakening a Primarch representing humanity?

Calga hesitated for a moment.

Having said all that, the feasibility is basically confirmed, and the probability is probably 100%. If Lord Ramses were to do it himself, the Ultramarines would be perfectly willing to slit Guilliman's throat. It's just that everyone is still stuck on the stereotypes about the Eldar, which is why they are hesitant.

Correct.

Calga suddenly realized the crux of the problem.

Yes, if we in Astartes, who trust the Primarchs so much, feel this way, then imagine what the inhabitants who are far from the Primarchs would feel. If they were incited, the consequences would be unimaginable.

This is Eldar technology. Although it's unclear how to get past the marriage barrier, Karga knows how much it would improve the overall level of humanity if Eldar technology could be safely used by the Empire.

The prerequisite is that the Eldar can truly integrate into humanity and become human.

"I personally have no objection, and I will actively promote the internal work. The Extreme Warrior will not refuse this operation."

After considering all this, Calgary finally decided to express his opinion.

"But I also request that Lord Ramses do his utmost to ensure Lord Guilliman's safety."

He sniffled and pleaded with Romulus, looking as if he were about to kneel down and beg.

"Of course, human life is at stake, so we must take it seriously."

Romulus laughed.

It's important to understand that Guilliman's awakening is truly a matter of great importance to the galactic situation. For whatever reason, no one has any reason not to pull him up and enjoy the 'delicious' galaxy together.

"I see."

This genuine smile effectively calmed Calga's inner turmoil.

He took a deep breath, looked at each of the elders from the Legion era present, seeking strength in their still calm eyes, and then took his leave.

"I will continue to devote myself to my duties, sir. Please summon me if you have any orders."

"it is good."

wow~
Romulus closed a document and looked at the Lion King, who had remained silent since the beginning of the meeting because of Ramses's face.

“Ryan, I’ve reviewed your resume and recommendations, and it’s clear that none of us can match your talent in military matters.”

A heartfelt exclamation of praise escaped from the Lord of Domination, Romulus's bright eyes meeting Ryan's.

"Therefore, the defense of Great Otlam will be entirely entrusted to you."

"Do you have the confidence that Guilliman will witness your triumphant return when he awakens?"

Upon first meeting Romulus, the Lion King subconsciously brought up Guilliman, causing him to pause slightly, still somewhat apprehensive.

An unprecedented power erupted from the depths of his heart.

"Am I allowed to command you?"

Ryan turned to Azrael, the man Arthur had so admired and assigned to his lieutenant, and asked him.

Just now, Azrael has handed over all the defense of Great Alterama from Calgana. Now, the Ultramarines will be fully responsible for the defense of Macragge.

Compared to Kouswayne, who is far removed from the needs of the Legion, and Redros, who has not yet adapted to modern warfare, and Kay, who spends all his time by Arthur's side, this is the first choice to help Ryan quickly adapt to the Legion in the 40k era.

"of course."

Azrael nodded, showing none of the same rejection of the lion that Redros had shown towards Arthur's command.

He had long since moved beyond the stage of proving his loyalty by following the orders of a particular person in a war against the same enemy.

"I will obey your orders."

　P.S.: Characters appearing in the story

　　Ultra Warrior: All Chosen Ones

　　Digglis: The Chosen Bulls and Horses Experience a Relief
　　The Imperial Guard: They hadn't even won a fight, and were arrested by Ramses, with their sentences extended by 130 years.

　　Ramses: Workers should just work honestly and stop thinking about war all the time! You're more suited to the office than the battlefield, so go to jail.

　　Calga: It's great to have a boss who doesn't know riddles.

　　Lion King: The pie in the sky painted by my brothers is delicious.

　　Azrael: I graduated a long time ago.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)