This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 487 Ramses: Everything is going according to plan

The predetermined trajectory seems to have been subtly deviated from due to Dawnwing's reckless actions.

The moment the supreme being arrived, everything in the mortal realm paled in comparison, and all eyes were fixed on the most radiant person in the arena.

The ancient four gods, seasoned players, faced with entirely new rules, seemed somewhat hesitant in the face of the struggle. They were extremely resentful that the Wings of Dawn regarded them as mortal enemies, but they still chose to bow forward, stretch their necks, and gaze through the cracks, watching all of this with wild joy.

The air was sculpted into solid outlines by the impact, and shockwaves of sound and pressure burst outwards, like a punitive whip lashing Abaddon's cheeks.

The surrounding walls bulged under immense force, and the realm of the gods was gradually transforming this area. This included the plastic and ceramic steel that made up the original structure of the Star Ring Chamber, as well as the skeleton made of adamantite, and the false veil from the High Heavens that the Chaos Gods had draped over it, making the space here gradually become vast and boundless.

The adamantine bulkhead groaned as it bent, the remains on the ground and the weapons waiting to be recovered were blown to dust, the decorations and engravings on the walls were stretching involuntarily, while the area near the Knight Lord remained unmoved, forming an unyielding mountain peak between ever-thinning cracks.

The deck deformed, and along the area defined by Arthur's will, one terracotta wall after another exploded, as if timed explosives had been planted long ago.

The matter disintegrated.

While entangled with the flames that were shifting between bright blue and pink, the lion kept trying to break through the blockade and head straight for Abaddon. Tzeentch had to keep pouring power into reality and use spells to delay the opponent's advance.

Cracks broke off the edge of the Lion Sword during the clash, and fissures appeared in the ever-changing shape at the center of Tzeentch's flames. The pale blue flames scraped off metal fragments, which began to dent under the pressure of the collision with the dark green armor.

Energy surges.

The pure energy of the Knight Lord and the blood-red light of the sword Khorne, imbued with chaos, tore each other apart. The Star God combined with some even stranger power and annihilated each other with the supreme divine power of the warp, like matter encountering antimatter. A series of catastrophic explosions dispersed the incessant crashing sounds.

Sound waves travel freely through the sound waves.

Countless, seemingly random rays of light flickered and shifted.

The mundane story has ended. In the instant that Abaddon was once again pulled down like a puppet and dodged an attack in a sorry state, the story that should have been about him was now banished from the narrative. He rolled wildly like a ball that had fallen to the ground.

The reality, where matter and subspace intertwined and layered, began to tear apart and peel away. From the outside, everything appeared so turbulent and bizarre. Chaotic forces collided into a jumble, like an overturned paint bucket, mixed with countless glitter and black grease, as well as sharp swords unaffected by color and power, before being thrown into the vortex and stirred together.

The warlord at the center of the storm was like a puppet manipulated by the gods, with most of the threads held by the Lord of Pleasure, who was free to do so. Like a skilled performer manipulating this beloved toy of the gods, the warlord darts and weaves through the storm, occasionally expending some power to withstand fatal damage and buy time to escape.

The god of pleasure was not very happy.

He wanted to take over the work of the Blood God and experience a feeling that even He had never experienced before.

However, surprisingly, Tzeentch, who were looking forward to change, rejected this option. They had reached a rare consensus, since for Slaanesh, life had more landscapes and crossroads than Abaddon's victories.

Above his head was the elegant and alluring projection of the Lord of Pleasure, whose fingertips, filled with perfect beauty, continuously drooped silk threads. The manipulated Abaddon, dressed in Terminator armor, was like a nimble ballerina, his bloated body making graceful movements that looked exceptionally bizarre and comical.

An invisible eye is watching all of this, recording it all.

Clang!
Once again, Arthur came into contact with the Sword of Khorne, and the arm that emerged from the warp, seemingly without origin, stood between Arthur and Abaddon.

The moment it came into contact with the holy sword, the hand covered in crimson scales began to shed its skin in a bizarre way, and then burst into flames during the shedding process, decomposing into dregs and ash.

Arthur raised his hand and stretched it forward, as if he had grasped something tangible.

The veil of the highest heavens was violently torn down, and the eternal breath and exploding lava formed from anger were dispersed, turning into harmless, scalding hiss.

Arthur turned to the side, raising his sword again and slashing down.

The hiss turned into an angry roar, and the roar then transformed into nothingness, completely unable to reach the opponent before him.

The Blood God was burning with rage, but could only rage within rage.

Khorne was most annoyed by this kind of struggle.

There was no bloodshed, no feedback, and no meaning.

As for Huron, Ledodes, Tiberius, and the other Astartes, there was no way to defend themselves when the collision occurred. Fortunately, they were only a few dozen meters away from where Arthur and Khorne were facing off, and the supernatural forces were intercepted before they could reach them.

They were thrown into the air by the shockwave formed by the material, like a crowd watching a bomb explode.

Their swaying bodies were flung in different directions, and before crashing into the deck, each person was thrown up again by the sinking of the star ring fragments, and then once again, tumbled and spun, struck by the continuous shock waves, and embedded in the wall.

"Huron, are you still alive?!"

The moment his body returned to the ground due to gravity, Huron heard Ledodes' anxious voice simultaneously through the communication device and into the atmosphere.

"I'm fine!"

The guards quickly pulled him up, and they examined each other's bodies to assess the extent of their injuries.

The pharmacist beside Huron was always on standby.

Fortunately, their armor provided excellent protection. The Terminator's built-in mesh adamantite skeleton prevented them from being pierced by sharp protrusions. Simple physical damage was not enough to seriously harm these fully armed warriors.

"Whoo~"

He was panting heavily, looking at the broken steel bars behind him with lingering fear. If he hadn't been so careful with his life and kept wearing the Iron Cavalry Terminator armor, that blow would have almost killed him instantly.

Huron touched his armor, then looked ahead.

He couldn't see anything clearly.

The clash between the gods was so powerful, so incredibly fast, so overwhelming, that it transformed into a trembling pulse, throbbing incessantly, as if endlessly exploding, constantly impacting and tearing apart everything around it that could not withstand such destruction.

Those powers were beyond the comprehension of someone as ordinary as him.

The battle has reached a point where ordinary forces have no hope of participating.

It has risen to a whole new level, at which even Astartes' strength, courage, and superhuman skills have become exceptionally insignificant and utterly insufficient.

"No, we have other things to do."

Huron's gaze was fixed on Abaddon's comical posture. He wanted to laugh, but forced himself to maintain a serious expression.

He assessed the area of ​​influence around the Knight Lord, then spoke:

"The reserve team will be responsible for my safety. Lord Ledodes and Tiberius will each lead a small squad capable of operating in normal conditions to carry out the assault, and I will be in charge of route planning."

"Let's try again, while we are still under your protection."

Without hesitation, everyone nodded in agreement.

Abaddon, who was barely surviving under Slaanesh's manipulation, suddenly felt a chill that went deep into his bones.

"clear."

The four gods also appeared very determined.

This time, they were unwilling to compromise.

The constantly pressing forces collide and disrupt each other, causing the rhythm to shift and the scene to reach a stalemate.
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They're quite determined.

In the office of the Glory Queen of Macragge, Ramses pondered for a moment as he watched Arthur and Ryan being held back, and then glanced at the nineteenth prince who was blocking various great demons in the warp.

"We won't achieve our goal if things continue like this."

Romulus was also keeping an eye on the battlefield.

Compared to Guilliman's shocked expression of "Wow, what is all this?", he was much calmer.

The four gods were resolute; neither Ryan nor Arthur could touch Abaddon.

Clearly, the issue now seems to be more than just Abaddon's problem.

Guilliman also quickly looked at Ramses.

Will it crash?
"It's alright, I have plenty of contingency plans. If things really turn out perfectly, I'll seriously start to wonder if the Four Gods are planning something big—at worst, we can just change tactics. Ryan and Astor are both carrying the Nightbringer fragments."

Ramses replied calmly, his face radiating confidence.

"It's good that you know what you're doing."

Romulus glanced down at Ramses's contingency plan and simply made a table out.

Guilliman, however, kept his eyes glued to the screen.

His main task was to observe Llane, analyze the powers the Emperor bestowed upon each Primarch, and discern their weaknesses and countermeasures.

He's somewhat resigned to his fate now, content to handle his brothers like Ryan and Ruth in one-on-one situations, and not expecting anything else.

During this waiting period, Ramses watched as the reserves continued to plummet.

Are they really planning to hold out?

After reaching a certain threshold, he smiled slyly and then spoke.

"Boss, you can change formation now."
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In the ancient myths and legends of the Spirit Clan, there is a story that goes like this.

It still revolves around Kane, the Eldar war god.

During the War of Heaven, at the moment when this God of War led the Eldar heroes to victory against the Nightbringers, he was tainted by fragments of the Nightbringers as they shattered, and death was implanted in him.

From then on, the fear of death forever haunted this god of war, making him increasingly irritable, increasingly panicked, and increasingly direct in his responses to everything around him.

Ultimately, he completely lost his mind under Lilith's prophecy that "Kane will die at the hands of the Eldar" and chose to destroy the Eldar.

This directly led to conflict between him and the goddess of life, Isha, and the god of the hunt, Kronos. Asuyan sealed off the Pantheon to isolate the Eldar. Isha and Kronos violated the rules by secretly contacting the Eldar and were punished by Asuyan. They were then imprisoned by Cairne. In order to save the couple, Val forged a hundred weapons, but mixed one with a fake. This caused Cairne to suffer a great defeat in his final struggle against Slaanesh, ultimately resulting in the Eldar gods being almost wiped out by Slaanesh.

The contradiction lies in the fact that, according to the records, Kane already possessed a hundred of Vaal's weapons before his battle with the Nightbringers, yet this doesn't align with the normal timeline.

However, the contradictions between the myths of the Spirit Race have been a long-standing issue, with even prophecies yielding contradictory results.

Ramses didn't care about the contradictory storylines; what he cared about more was that the Nightbringers could implant the ability to die into warp creatures.

Although theoretically the Four Gods cannot be confused with these lesser gods, we still have to try. We can't expect the Four Gods to retreat unscathed every time they exert their power.

Ramses looked at the series of contingency plans he had prepared for the future, and how many experiments were waiting to be tried. He was not going to give up any opportunity.

They are really troublesome.

Ryan tore through the crystal that Tzeentch had woven into the illusion once more, and received a warning from Ramses.

They had already discussed things before setting off, and Ryan, realizing that they couldn't delay any longer, quickly shouted.

"Arthur!"

The sound pierced through the high wall that even the gods could not push aside, and Arthur's sword continued its relentless advance.

"clear."

A calm response followed, breaking through the obstruction of the Sword of Khorne, and Arthur's blade, which shone with holy light, was then covered by a thick black fog.

His entire demeanor changed abruptly.

A surge of deathly intent erupted from his and Ryan's weaponry, exploding around them.

Before the furious Khorne, Tyrande let out a horrified scream.

He immediately stepped back, shielding the Blood God, who possessed endless war power, before him.

Gray sand and gravel swept in.

It is a curse that exists in every intelligent race. Even after losing their freedom, the shadow of the scythe-wielding Grim Reaper still accompanies every intelligent race, transforming into ancient legends and myths, which have been passed down to this day and engraved in the blood of every race.

However, with the encouragement of its master, at this very moment, those ancient deeds and legends were revealed in a small part.

No one knows how the Wings of Dawn were able to wield this power, which is even more arrogant and malevolent than Chaos, but now they are truly wielding the power of Death.

Now, the two kings set their sights on their opponents.

The lion raises its paw, and the thick fog appears.

With a swing of his sword, the red dragon turned flesh and blood to ashes.

Grayish-white blades flew from the body forged in flames, piercing through the claws of the gods that reached out into the warp.

The body was licked by the disintegrating tiny particles, and the fine sand, which symbolized the essential power of the star god, penetrated deep into it, causing the body to disintegrate inch by inch.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Life is born and then dies; what is taken must one day be returned.

"Damn!!!"

"They are Nightbringers!"

"With such unimpeded control, the Star God's consciousness was actually erased."

"Tyrant!!!"

The fourth ancient one exclaimed in surprise.

You can experiment on your own, using reality as a canvas to freely express your ideas and achieve certain goals.

But be prepared.

Preparations for what to leave behind.

Amidst a cacophony of excited and chaotic voices, the barriers that had been meant to stop the power of death crumbled, and the Holy Sword and the Lion Sword crossed the barrier in between, intersecting with each other.

Something always has to be left behind.

Not those powers that can oppress—no, that can replenish themselves from all living beings without even doing anything.

It is a wound.

If not on Abaddon's neck, then on your bodies.
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So far, Tiberius poses the greatest threat.

The ruthless Lord of Shadows shattered Abaddon's armor with his massive claws.

Abaddon's sword pierced his opponent twice, and Tiberius possessed a physique far exceeding that of an ordinary Astartes.

Abaddon has already killed eight skilled fighters.

These younger members, who didn't care about dueling honor, charged at him in twos and threes, firing and stabbing. His already scarred left arm armor was breached by a member of the Red Scorpion Legion.

Fortunately, the Great High Heaven was always watching over him, and those fatal injuries were often deflected and blocked, eventually turning into shallow wounds that Abaddon, with his physique, did not need to care about at all.

Phew!

A guardian of the Starry Sky Phantom Legion landed in a whirlwind, leaving a trail of blood.

Blood gushed from the body severed at the thigh, spraying several meters into the sky.

Clang!
A black sword blocked Abaddon's subsequent attack.

Ledodes, the Supreme Marshal who had ruled the Black Templars for a thousand years, was very much like his ancestor. His sword was wide and sweeping, which made Abaddon realize that he had to kill him as soon as possible in order to focus on the others.

Abaddon turned silently, enduring the awkward dragging sensation as he left the Guardian's slumped body, and with a rather—in his view utterly dishonorable—swinged his sword to pierce Tiberius.

As Tiberius was pushed away and fell by his own kick, Ledodes let out a battle cry, but without uttering any words.

The Shadow Lord and the Black Sword Champion stood back-to-back, providing cover for each other while simultaneously suppressing Abaddon, relentlessly trying to tear open his protective shell.

They parried, stabbed, and slashed, breaking each other's weapons.

In the end, they all had to endure the deafening, piercing howls.

The higher-level competition has ended.

It's unclear who will win or lose.

In that instant, the company commander from the Starry Sky Phantom Legion, the warrior whose legs had been severed by Abaddon in the brief encounter, threw the molten metal in his hand into the rift torn open by the attacks of countless warriors.

Boom!

Molten flow, comparable to the temperature of a star's core, bursts out from within.

Severed limbs, shattered armor, and a spiky braid wrapped in twisted chaotic markings fell to the ground.

"what!!!!"

Amidst its unwilling roars and furious howls, a flash of blue electricity appeared, and Abaddon, blasted to pieces and reduced to only half its body, finally vanished completely with the help of the gods, leaving behind only devastation.
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"win!"

Ramses shouted and began calculating the damage dealt by Arthur and Ryan.

"Then let me ask you, where did you win?"

Seeing Ramses looking gleeful despite having spent all his savings, Romulus, though heartbroken by the expense, didn't want to spoil the mood and couldn't help but tease him.

"The objective of this operation was always uncertain."

Faced with Romulus's teasing, Ramses, who was calculating the damage, quickly handed the task over to Arthur and began counting on his fingers in front of Romulus.

"If the Four Gods don't care about Abaddon, we'll take him down and win!"

"If the Four Gods care about Abaddon, let Astra and the Boss suddenly strike the opponent, and they'll win!"

"Even if Abaddon escapes, I've already revealed all of Abaddon's little secrets, and those videos from just now. I'll broadcast them in the warp right now. I want to see if Abaddon can still be his Chaos Warmaster when he gets back alive. His authority and legitimacy are shattered. It's acceptable for this thing to lead Chaos. I'll still win!"

"Abaddon is dead, and Master Ya and the Boss have also landed a blow on the other side, so that means we've won twice!"

"We're going to win either way, right? It seems like he's been infected by Tzeentch."

Romulus continued, saying that he was collecting the data from earlier and making a table.

This inevitably brings to mind Sun Quan's oath to cut off the corner of the table, a statement that would benefit him regardless of the outcome, implying that resistance must be carried out to the end.

But let him be happy, the result wasn't bad.

"I would call it the Ramses Winning Philosophy!"

Ramses snorted lightly, completely unconcerned.

It was quite satisfying to make the gods suffer a loss, even though it wasn't the best outcome.

And this is not the end yet.

Ramses bent down and contacted the clown and the Ultra Warrior who had been sent out from the net earlier.

Having stripped the Black Legion of its soul, now it's time to extract some material benefits from them.

Ramses set his sights on the key creation that enabled the Chaos army to tear open the warp rift from Badab.

He wants Blackrock Fortress.

I just hope the commander doesn't fall asleep.

Ramses smiled with pleasure.

His troubles have only just begun.

(End of this chapter)