This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 480 Abaddon is furious!

"Hahaha!"

Ramses, who was giving Guilliman a psionic lesson, suddenly burst out laughing.

He put down the chalk, placed one hand on the edge of the desk, and covered his face with the other, as if he had witnessed the biggest joke in the world.

This surprised Guilliman, who was making the most of his free time to study.

He rotated his finger, placing the pen tip horizontally on the book "Subspace Logic Course That Even Green-skinned People Can Understand." This was his psionic note, along with his own analysis and understanding, awaiting Ramses's evaluation.

While the basic logic of the warp is easy to grasp, deeper applications are somewhat more subjective, especially for the Primarchs.

For example, now——

Digglis's gaze fell upon the Primarch's books; this top think tank within the Empire was naturally qualified to study these courses.

This journal, which should have become a warp legend like Deathguard Vox's, now seemed rather ordinary.

Even a sharp think tank like Digglis couldn't detect anything amiss, as if there was no soil for the harboring of warp power within it.

"Huron has run into Abaddon, and I asked him to stall for time, but Abaddon ended up killing him."

While Ramses locked onto Abaddon's location, preparing to airdrop the curse to Old Man Huang, he sneered, but then, not forgetting his business, he picked up Guilliman's notes and glanced at them.

"Yes, that's the right way of thinking. You don't have to use it, but you can't be ignorant of it."

That's how he commented.

Guilliman's rejection of psionic power was more like a way of using his own warp power to counteract the effects of his warp power, or a kind of capacity filling.

Take this notebook as an example. It's like it was written by a warp imp, making it easy for demons to possess it. Guilliman, on the other hand, filled it with his own warp elements while writing, and then attacked everything in the warp, including himself, making the book seem unremarkable.

This line of thought is correct. Although it is not possible to create a true 'ideal land' like Master Ya because it is essentially a subspace, it is still good to be able to protect oneself.

In fact, Guilliman's psionic resistance was quite good. In terms of physical defense, even the 'Excalibur' attack that Ramses copied from Arthur couldn't kill him. However, because he didn't understand warp, Guilliman was easily affected by spells that restricted movement.

Once you've taken the medication and controlled the effects, the rest becomes much more difficult to manage.

Because of the influence of Khorne's power, many problems in this universe can be solved through melee combat, and in such cases, Guilliman often cannot win.

"I understand."

Guilliman nodded.

Should I excuse myself?

Seeing that Ramses seemed to be troubled, he asked again.

During this period, aside from taking over Otrama, writing the Imperial Code, familiarizing himself with the Imperial political arena and preparing to rectify the chaos, and understanding the grassroots situation of the Empire through Karna and building a mental data model, he spent the rest of his free time being dragged to Ramses for tutoring.

It was tough, especially after discovering the catastrophic state of the Empire outside the five special zones. Even he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by it. But strangely, Guilliman was actually quite enthusiastic about researching psionic powers.

Getting Guilliman to acknowledge psionic powers would have been unthinkable during the Great Crusade.

Given the nature of My Little Pony, it's like a child wielding a potentially leaky viral weapon without realizing it. Guilliman really doesn't dare touch the knowledge in his hands, let alone support psionic powers.

According to Ramses's thinking, although there was no rush to send humanity to the Warp on the spot, and it was not necessarily the only way, with humanity's greatest enemy being the Warp Gods, and with them still alive, it was imperative to establish a systematic understanding of the Warp.

However, mortals and Astartes are ultimately limited, either by having too short a lifespan or lacking sufficient authority. Even harmless knowledge would likely be distorted beyond recognition after a thousand years.

Therefore, the education of each Primarch is of paramount importance, because as long as the Primarch is not deceived, humanity's tolerance for error is actually quite high.

Especially Guilliman.

This guy openly opposes the Warp, but he still secretly raised psionic troops during the Great Crusade. Even after the Shadow Crusade ended, when the Lion King came to "visit" Macragge, he instructed his think tank to read the Lion King's mind to confirm his loyalty.

Huh? I'm reading The Lion King's Heart?

Thinking of this, Ramses couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Even the Four Gods couldn't break through the Lion King's psychological defenses, so sending a think tank to do it is just ridiculous.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to make Guilliman 'understand' psionics and the warp, expand the rational framework he has built for the world, and prevent him from stagnating.

"No need, you can look at it as you please."

He presented a document that could be generated within a time limit.

Guilliman took the document and smiled.

He has always hoped that the world would become like this.

His brothers mocked his fighting ability and even teased him for being a psionic Muggle, but this was not the end, but the beginning of a sharing. His companions relied on his leadership skills, learned from each other about their roles, and encouraged his progress.

Does Guilliman dislike this kind of behavior?
of course not.

He likes it.

Without suspicion or stereotypes, people can persuade each other through rational analysis and communication, rather than by slandering and attacking one another.

Then comes action: a cautious yet firm will and actions supported by that will, and then results obtained through those actions.

Guilliman was also able to recall his condition during the Horus Rebellion.

From the very first day of the rebellion, everything he encountered shook his spirit. In the Shadow Crusade, which burned almost half of Alterac, what he had relied on wholeheartedly proved to be nothing but a fragile illusion, while what he had regarded as vanity and folly proved to possess unexpected power.

This forced him to redraw the outline of his understanding while trying to deny it, at least to know its principles.

He once faced the demon-ascended Angron and was forced to retreat; he once faced Forgrim, whom he almost hated to the core, and was then defeated.

Was it arrogance? Or was it just frustration, pain, seeing the empire in ruins, seeing the Khan's charge that almost killed him result in Mortarion's arrogant resurrection, and then his desperate charge to kill his own brother in an attempt to regain what little sense of superiority he had left?
If he defeats Forgrim and accomplishes this feat on his own, preventing him from rising again, will he be able to dispel the whispers of doubt?

Guilliman asked himself the question, then shook his head.

It's very unlikely.

The problem is not external, but internal.

He knows now.

His gaze swept across the desk, past the mountain of government affairs and the Imperial Code containing all his wisdom, as well as the stacks of books his brothers had compiled to teach a Primarch.

The problem had been slowly growing in his mind. He knew how terrible it was and what disastrous consequences his slightest lapse in vigilance could cause. So he wanted to reject it, but the longer he ignored it, the harder it became to overcome.

Even someone as arrogant as him didn't know how to overcome that hurdle. And now...

Guilliman carefully examined the notes that Ramses had corrected.

He is being guided forward by another group of people, not forced to embark on a particular path, but rather constantly expanding the breadth of his knowledge.

Various machines built on the basis of demon engines, spells to protect souls modified from the soul-binding spells commonly used by demons, a divine realm that is no different from the realm of the gods in the warp, and a cursed legion that is no different from the demons in the warp.

blasphemy.

Maybe.

Putting down his notes, and seeing that Ramses seemed to be on a phone call again, Guilliman flipped through the reports on the application of psionic technology completed by the Dark Angels. He reviewed the benefits of popularizing these technologies, the relevant regulations, the supporting education system, the material foundation for their development, and the densely packed experimental records from before their widespread adoption.
Guilliman saw more of a middle way and a sense of responsibility in this.

It's not about saying you're doing this for your own good, or for some grander ideal, then wielding your own incomprehensible ideas and forcing them into other people's mouths, only to remain stubborn after causing disastrous consequences.

"I really envy your mindset. Now I'm really curious about what kind of life you had before."

Guilliman took this opportunity to get to know his brothers and compared them to his own experiences, finding that they were very similar to him.

He couldn't help but wonder if his brothers also had a complete family and were heirs to a kingdom.

He is not alone.

"unimportant."

Ramses, who was looking for Old Man Huang to return the body, clutched his chest in pain.

Although almost a hundred years have passed, he still has good brothers to eat with, so he doesn't cry like a jerk who's had his toes stepped on. But when he thinks about his past life, he can't help but feel a pang of heartache.

Having enjoyed the life of a rich second-generation for less than thirty years, he now has to come to a cesspool and eat excrement for at least a hundred years to pay off his debts.

What a loss.

“I think it’s very important. I think the biggest lesson I learned from my father is that the Great Rebellion happened.”

Seeing Ramses's attitude of completely breaking away from the past, Guilliman couldn't help but speak, his gaze sweeping over the chapter data one by one.

The long-standing divisions have led to the development of distinct cultures within the chapters, and the restrictions on the number of Astartes have resulted in increasingly extreme selection processes for these warriors. Fanatical religious beliefs and the growing threat of Chaos have also led to the prevalence of brainwashing and persecution.

This resulted in the Empire constantly battling various monsters and demons while also providing a steady stream of troops to its greatest adversary, Chaos.

"You can genetically modify someone however you like to make them achieve whatever you want in the future, but if they are not properly raised, then it's all over. On the contrary, if they receive a good education and are given a good environment, they will naturally grow up healthy and achieve success."

Guilliman stated this, illustrating the importance of education.

The environment that educated these four brothers must be something he can learn from; at least he's already starting to struggle with managing those subgroups.

"There are 1.4 billion people like me."

Ramses replied, waving his hand dismissively, too lazy to elaborate.

Putting aside everything else, he drove so many people away from his clinical work at the hospital back then. Those who can stay in clinical positions are superhuman.

"Can we ask them to come and help us?"

Guilliman's eyes lit up.

Take, for example, the remnants of the Dawn Star. After some simple modifications, each of them became a pillar of the government's operations.

"That's very vicious."

Ramses waved his hand, signaling Guilliman to stop dwelling on the matter.

Having concluded the discussion about the collateral impact of the education level of the Empire's high-ranking officials, especially family education, on the Empire's overall level, he continued to focus on Kia Space.

Ramses was planning to give Abaddon a big one, and this unfortunate high spirits also turned the pain evoked by memories of the past into pleasure.

The choice of the Four Gods is indeed quite special, and Nurgle is also special, so his previous actions against Mortarion are not a good reference. He also hopes to judge from the fact that they deliberately targeted Abaddon what they can do in front of the Four Gods, and what the Four Gods' attitude towards them.

There's a reason why Huron was allowed to use his verbal skills to stall Abaddon.

Verbal provocation might not have much effect on the other three members of the Great Crusade Trio, but Abaddon is an exception.

Judging from the opponent's ten-thousand-year history, this Chaos War General has never been very magnanimous.

This is true.
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'Soul of Vengeance' - Bridge
A terrifyingly low pressure permeated the bridge.

Both the Chaos Astartes and the demons possess highly developed senses, and the divine power of the High Heavens makes them exceptionally sensitive to emotions.

Almost instantly, the surroundings fell silent. The laborers moved stiffly through the cold, pragmatic atrium of the Vengeance Soul. Everyone could hear the noises coming from behind the hatches: the clanging of the conveyor assembly machines, the hum of the chains and gears, the regular beeping of the safety alarms, and the groans of the demon hosts.

No one dared to speak. Hands stiffly passed information beyond sound, informing each other which battlefield needed support, which warband had secretly slipped away, and which group of Chaos cultists had gone mad again and launched a fierce attack on human settlements, abandoning the areas that should have been conquered or defended by them.
It was as if Abaddon's inhalation had stolen the voices that should have belonged to them.

Even Harken, who had been constantly encouraging his men, fell silent. This vanguard officer, who had achieved ten major victories in three years—far surpassing Abaddon's twelve great victories over ten thousand years—silenced his loud, almost noisy voice and turned to look at the Great Raiders.

The warlord, clad in armor blessed by the gods and wielding the Claw of Horus, was terrifyingly gloomy. His dark, spiky braid blended into the immense shadow behind him, and crimson flames rose from the edge of his armor's neck guard, making him look remarkably like his father.

His eyes were fixed on the table, staring at the arrogant figure before him.

Gradually, Harken began to understand: Farkus Kaber, the leader of the Despairbringers; Gorda Bane, the dueling master of the Despairbringers; Kayan, the psionic advisor; and so on.

The Black Legion warriors stared at Abaddon one by one.

He nodded.

"You come."

He looked at the others, his men, and ordered, "Come here, all of you."

Abaddon.

I'm furious!
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"Hmm~"

Ramses, who was watching all this, calculated the time and raised an eyebrow.

He was more concerned with Huron’s lack of words and his vigilance than with Abaddon’s anger.

"I still have to say a few words."

He muttered to himself, deciding to log in himself.

　P.S.: Sorry I got home late, boohoo.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)