This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 485 Because we truly have steel with a will.

"Right—right?"

Guilliman stared at Ramses.

He naturally understood the meaning behind his brother's words, and even discerned the hidden meaning.

Guilliman looked at one of the plans he had drafted in the Imperial Code.

Its purpose is to establish the "True Calendar Department" to reconstruct imperial documents, replicate the true history of the Great Expedition, and show the generally ignorant imperial subjects and bureaucrats what the emperor wanted to build the empire like, promote the positive ideas of that time, and on this basis, reverse the course and bring the overall ideology of the empire back to the Great Expedition period.

Even according to Guilliman's understanding, in his mind, the most glorious period in human history was the era of the Great Expeditions.

but now
Guilliman watched the battlefield footage.

Some believers shouted, "Seraphim, please look upon me!" and attached their battlefield area, name, affiliation, duty, and purpose.

Then, in a burst of brilliant golden light, these warriors, as if they could predict the trajectory of the bullets, crossed the position unharmed and stormed into the trenches of those mortal traitors.

They publicly claim that "everyone is unique, and angels need to get to know every human being who is fighting for the future of humanity."

But only Guilliman knew that the real reason was to facilitate the Blood Angels who were currently working in the Seraphim Realm to check the records and then promptly notify Karna to perform a warp blessing, the types of which included, but were not limited to, foresight, enhancement, and teleportation.
Some of the more challenging battlefield assistance was even outsourced to Ramses.

A pastor cried out, "Your Majesty! The greatest sacrifice of mankind, protect your people!"

Then a flaming greatsword falling from the sky collided with the sword of Khorne, which was also falling from the sky toward the fortress.

With the endorsement of the Wings of Dawn, the state religion now rarely refers to the Emperor as a god, instead claiming that "gods are humble and do not need to rely on words to emphasize that the Emperor is a god."

Similarly, Guilliman knew that the real reason was that saying the Emperor wasn't a god could please the Emperor and relieve him of the pressure in the triangular thought process of "I am the Black King!" — "I am the God Emperor!" — "I am not a god!", so he would naturally respond to prayers more quickly.

No written description can compare to a real, tangible image.

Guilliman put down the explanatory documents handed to him by the Ever-Victorious Army. Under the guidance of the senior figure Ernesto de la Cruz, the newly appointed secretariat team made rapid progress and could basically find the supporting materials whenever the Primarch needed them.

If it were simply superstition, that would be one thing; Guilliman could have offered a few criticisms and then used his power as the Primarch to command that such a force did not exist.

But now—

Guilliman didn't think this could be considered superstition at all; on the contrary, he thought it was unusually materialistic.

Sometimes I do want to criticize Luo Jia for corrupting the empire's environment, but when I think about how I lost a battle and was punished, and how the empire has relied on the state religion to survive for ten thousand years until the dawn breaks, I can't bring myself to say it.

He sighed inwardly, and after reviewing his plans, he felt that such actions were truly superfluous for the empire.

Guilliman's greatest advantage over most Primarchs is that he doesn't become stubborn after being attacked, instead of using his Primarch power to command the power to cease to exist. Instead, he starts thinking about how to understand the thing and then counter the opponent who has mastered such methods.

Previously, it was a misunderstanding caused by a lack of knowledge, but now that there is a pile of popular science materials in front of him, he can't pretend he didn't see them.

"Yes, brother, yes."

Ramses said that this was perfectly fine.

He moved closer to Guilliman, tilted his head, and pointed to his brow with both hands.

"Think about it. In the past, when faced with the warp tides unleashed by the gods, we couldn't even get our fleets out of our starports, and we couldn't transmit information. We didn't even have any countermeasures against sudden attacks from the rebels. Now look at us—"

He spread his hands, and holographic images outlined the lines, revealing the symbols of various legions before everyone's eyes.

"We have people in the Warp. The Nineteenth Prince is fully awakened, and the Sons of the Raven can report to him as long as nothing unexpected happens. The Lion King is initially awakened, and in the future, he may be able to form a mobile force that can jump across the entire galaxy. With Karna and me around, we can directly order the Cursed Legion from this mentally unstable boss, Old Man Huang, thus truly taking from the people and using it for the people."

Why is Karna so fierce in fights? Why does he need to recharge after every fight?
Because he is truly expending those efforts.

Listening to the prayers of the Imperial people and then paying them wages, and regularly organizing the manifestation of the Holy Blood Angels of the Warp for local inspections are all that's required. But every time he takes action against a major threat, he truly unleashes all the power he has obtained from countless humans, leaving his mana bar completely empty.

Unlike the Four Gods, who are so eager to exploit their employees when signing contracts, so stingy with blessings, and so strict with KPIs, as if they would be losing out if their subordinates had a better life or did less work.

"Oh~"

Guilliman tried to understand.

Ramses forced a series of psionic units and organizations built around Macragge into the enemy's hands.

The Galactic regime doesn't need to force unification at the moment; it should focus on local development and solve the biggest problems first.

After that, he'll have to study the Net Path with the Clown God. Master Asa and the others will be dealing with the Comoros and the Space Necromancers. Romulus already has a bunch of plans. They need to hurry up and finish dealing with the problems at the Great Vortex, because everyone will be incredibly busy then, and there's also the Eldar God's special abilities.
Ramses thought of a young widow next to a fat otaku.

Oh, and we also need to build the Pantheon.
From a mystical perspective, the Pantheon is a sacred realm endowed with countless qualities and titles. In PPT terms, it is a divine domain that can unify a group of minor gods under a single entity, creating a large-scale subspace platform constructed from numerous subspace entities, which can greatly ensure the safety of people's activities in the subspace in the future.

This battle really needs to end quickly; there's just too much to do afterward.

"So let's ignore all this nonsense. We've already met the conditions; we can't expect people to just stubbornly resist with their iron will, can we?"

Ramses was terrified at the thought that a battle in the Empire before their arrival had lasted for decades.

"I understand."

Guilliman nodded in approval.

Back when Shadow Expedition was ambushed by Luo Jia, many of his Ultra Warriors were unfamiliar with Chaos Magic and rashly chose to board the ship, resulting in most of them getting stuck inside the warship's structure, causing extremely disastrous consequences.

If Hill hadn't prepared a series of contingency plans, and if the Word Bearers hadn't grown to the level where almost all of them were wizards during the 40k era, the losses in the subsequent Battle of Kos would have been even greater.

Now, it is Abaddon, who also represents chaos, who suffers this loss.

That's progress.

Guilliman knew that not everyone had this ability, and there was no need to use Dawnwing's current achievements to ridicule his other brothers. Perhaps Dawnwing itself did have something unique about it.

But what is most valuable is this cautious and practical sharing.

While those who can evade influence are few in number in this universe, they are still a significant part of the population.

Immortals, Primarchs, stable and powerful psionicists, and so on.
However, there are very few people who, after understanding the composition of feces, begin to help others use feces correctly for composting, rather than researching how to eat and defecate more cleanly than others.

Looking at the bunch of warp divisions under Dawnwing's command, Guilliman stroked his chin, wondering if he should ask Ramses to help him recruit some Ultramarines to replenish his ranks.

"In the past, the Imperials had to rely on their iron will and wisdom to fight these monsters, but now it is time to test whether they possess such qualities."

He concluded it this way.

"They had better have a real will of steel."

Ramses chuckled, looking at the screen.

Because we truly have steel with a will.
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"We are invincible!"

Fakus Kebo roared under Tiberius's pressure.

He was not familiar with these Space Marines who roamed the no-man's-land of the Ghoul Starfield year-round, and the Maneater Shark's style had always been quite low-key, even less so than Ash Claw's return thirty years ago.

Their fame within the Empire stems largely from being the first chapter to welcome back the Dawnwings. Information about them is scarce, especially since their second appearance in the public eye 30 years ago. From that time until now, information about them has been shrouded in mystery, making it difficult even for wizards to obtain information through sacrifices.

Those familiar with them know that this battle group has always been known for its pragmatism. Boom!

When Kaber collides with the ferocious shark and realizes once again that the surgery of the Primalforged Space Marines far surpasses the physical strength they have honed in the warp, a Defiant Dauntless leaps down from above Kaber.

The Defiant stepped directly onto Keiber's chest. The moment they made contact, Keiber could hear the Terminator's terracotta shell shattering and the adamantite skeleton screeching under the pressure.

In an instant, Kaibo was enveloped by the burning air and plummeted to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"I won, sir!"

The Defiant's voice was somewhat distorted as he turned his intact vocal system toward Tiberius and shouted.

He took care of his opponent first.

From the front, the part of the Dreadnought that belonged to the sarcophagus had been opened, revealing that the Black Legion was not weak and they were well aware of the Dreadnought's weaknesses.

However, the exposed pipes and a bunch of components of unknown purpose suggest that there is no elder who is highly respected by Astartes.

Farkus Kabo's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously fired a shot at the sarcophagus with his twin-barreled thermobaric weapon. In the end, he managed to break free from the grip of the opponent's feet before the power claws could fall, thanks to the tremors of the Dreadnought.

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Tiberius, too lazy to argue with the war dog, quickly rushed towards Keber.

Aqia, the Captain of the Manhunter, son of Angron, a loyal warhound, was the unfortunate soul who was buried in a sarcophagus when facing the Zerg swarm. After acquiring the 'Thunderforged Weapon' technology, the Manhunter Chapter set out to restore the mobility of the elders. However, he became fascinated with piloting the Dreadnought and has now chosen to merge with it.

According to him, this would allow him to more directly feel the fury that originated from the source of his soul, thereby making him more determined about what he, as an Astartes, was fighting for, and not be driven by instinctive rage.

Covered in blood, Kebo hurriedly stood up.

His body was shattered, his chest caved in; that blow from the Dreadnought was not something an ordinary Astartes could withstand.

Even with the power from the highest heaven constantly repairing his injuries from just one simple roll, he could feel his own weakness.

Through the smoke and dust, he looked at the Fearless, which was half melted but still functioning.

Amidst the scattered ranks, the leader of the Despairing Messenger rallied his will, raised his warhammer, and once again withstood Tiberius's lightning claws before roaring.

"For an eternal war!"

It's time to retreat!
Abaddon thought to himself, surrounded by swarms of burning skulls.

All plans and strategies vanished, swept away by these illogical creations, along with the most foolish and insane barbarians, who destroyed many of their own forces.

Many unique and one-of-a-kind warriors were crushed to pieces, enough to make any commander cry out in alarm.

So what's the big deal if this planet is also destroyed?

Ideology was the key, but now that he has unified the Black Legion, most ideologies have been swept away, replaced by a tedious struggle between two almost equally terrifying beings.

Retreating is a strategic move to advance; there's plenty of time ahead.

Perhaps the opportunity to win will come in the future. Abaddon has already proven himself. It wasn't his fault that the boarding failed to achieve the strategic objective. He is a wise warrior, not a fool. He knows how to interpret the course of the battle and act accordingly.

Having seized the initiative in the attack, they didn't need to hold their ground like those yellow idiots from Terra back then.

"Kayan!"

Abaddon shouted.

The members of the Black Legion had already begun their work early on.

Kayan, the Black Legion's second-in-command, was busy organizing the defense of the Vengeful Spirits, smashing the crystals of the loyalist members that spawned on the Vengeful Spirits. Serakxia was busy organizing rescue forces, and Harken replaced troops amidst a series of roars, causing the outer warbands to bear more of the impact and relieving the pressure on the Black Legion itself.

Things are proceeding at a rapid pace.

As his old buddies and original shareholders of the Black Legion, everyone is very familiar with this.

This is merely a crossroads on the path to yet another victory.

But the crowd wasn't as hurried as it used to be.

They are hasty because of fear of the War Master's authority, and proactive because of the vision the War Master promised them.

Some things, once broken, can never be brought back.

"Seraxia is attempting an emergency teleportation, but the opponent's psionic interference is too strong, and the warp tides cannot be calmed."

Kayan glanced at the Mechanical Chief, who was also watching the battle and seemed greatly affected by the Automaton and Automaton Dreadnought, and quickly replied.

"You need to wait a little longer."

The voice still carried a hint of weakness.

Ramses's cold shoulder left him somewhat disheartened, but when he thought of his comrades who had died in Fenris, perhaps this 'father's' attitude towards them wasn't so unpredictable after all.

His attitude toward the Four Gods was, in some ways, clearer than Abaddon's, just like his mastery of psionic abilities.

Chi!

A burst of psionic sparks erupted, then spread out like an explosion.

People around hurriedly made way, and the slave laborers who couldn't avoid them were instantly turned to ashes.

The cards were scattered all over the ground in the psionic shock.

The slaves or companions that Kayan had gathered during his thousands of years of wandering all screamed and fled at this moment, leaving behind only pieces of faded cards that fell to the ground and turned into dust with the air stirred up by the psionic storm.

Another failure.

"Then let's try other methods, whatever they may be!"

Abaddon roared and withstood another attack from a skeleton warrior.

“They have what we have.”

Kayan replied unwillingly.

Kahulangi is considered second only to the three cultivators in the think tank group. As a psionicist who was able to guide the man-eating shark safely through a thousand years in the dark side of the galaxy where the starlight did not shine, apart from those big shots with names and identities, no one can get away with anything from him.

And the other person doesn't seem like him at all.

Kayan looked somber.

Not everyone can have a father in the Warp who is willing to protect them, allowing them to draw power from the High Heavens without restraint and without being corrupted by the gods.

　Ps:

　　I just realized StarCraft II is back, sob sob sob.

　　Time flies! Back in the day, I was practically chicken feed.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)