This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 490 Abaddon, your time of wantonly exploiting humanity's ancient heritage ends now!
When Ramses is mentioned, whether it is the legendary buffoon, Hilandri, or the ordinary Eldar whose names cannot be found in history, from the white-haired prophets to the young people who have just embarked on their journey, everyone shows reverence.

As they worked, feeling their souls connect with the power of the highest heaven, and experiencing a deep sense of security, they whispered to each other.

What kind of person was Lord Ramses?
It is said that many of their projects were inspired by the Great One, and the highly respected old prophet Uslan and the members of the Prophet Council of the Usvi Ark have stated publicly more than once that the Great One Ramses is the wisest man in the world.

What will the future hold for humanity?
It is said that in the Warp, beneath the formless veil, lies a land flowing with milk and honey, the world of the dead, which guides all things, and even demons cannot refuse it. It weighs the soul of every being, bestowing rewards or punishments upon the good and evil of each being. It is the promised land that belongs to mankind.

"The Wings of Dawn shattered the claws of Slaanesh and the gods, bringing our human race back to the light. They are our leaders and the most powerful among us."

"This era has given birth to the greatest Dawn Wings in history, and we are fortunate to bask in their glory!"

"Wings of Dawn, Loyalty!"

When emotions run deep, some of the more sentimental spirits cannot help but shed tears.

Are you interested?

Ignoring the tearful cries of the Eldar around him, Tarasim's eyes lit up when Ramses asked him a question.

Is it finally his turn?

"Ask now."

Ramses replied.

I'm mainly asking on behalf of a friend. Necromancer technology is primarily relevant to the real universe. Besides production technology, materials technology, theoretical physics, and the technology of utilizing Astral energy, the Black Stone Array, which can seal the Eye of Terror, is what everyone is most interested in.

As for himself.

Ramses tilted his head slightly as he watched Guilliman, who was writing furiously in front of his book, striving to climb to the top of the food chain.

I am one of the four wings of the Dawnwing, the formless and intangible Lord, Guilliman's educator, and the founder of the Pantheon of Man. I have even become a sub-god in the warp and live the life of an emperor. How could I possibly associate with you?
"I don't have any specific goals right now; I'll just go with the flow."

Tarasin replied immediately.

To put it another way, he steals wherever he goes; there's nothing he wouldn't dare to do.

".That's it."

Ramses nodded, seeing that the other party had once again handed the initiative back to him, and felt that Tarasin was really too sensible.

Or rather, his understanding of power is more intuitive than that of humans and other aliens; he knows that he can joke around with Dawnwing in normal times, but there must be absolutely no tendency to interfere with decision-making.

There's no way around it; if we're talking about which race in this universe is the most orderly and hierarchical, it has to be the space undead.

Since the Silent King destroyed the General Control Agreement by engaging in abstract self-indulgence, he has been unable to directly control the various dynasties. However, in practice, he has merely issued the General Control Agreement to the emperors of each dynasty, and the dynasties still maintain a strict hierarchy.

The Dharma King is the master of everything; everyone else is either a slave to a lack of self or to the self you perceive yourself to be.

There was a particularly horrific case in recorded history where two dynasties clashed and released the "Death Seal," an assassination unit, to assassinate each other. As a result, the French emperor died, the dynastic agreement collapsed, and both dynasties came to a complete standstill.

The reason was that the French emperor died unexpectedly, the succession agreement of the dynasty failed to take effect, and none of the rulers below him were able to take over. They were all stuck in their own positions and could not command anyone else. As a result, the dynasty just collapsed.

This caused widespread panic among the Necromancers and led the Council to issue a mandatory order prohibiting the assassination of the Emperor between dynasties.

Talazin's status is what it is. Although he is basically responsible to the Hierophant on his own, no matter how special he is, he is still just a necromancer overlord. Counting up, there are many Hierophants, generals, and councils who are of higher status than him.

Then the space necromancy technology was scattered again. After the collapse of the overall control agreement, the repair and maintenance of many functional megastructures could only be carried out by hiring tomb engineers from other dynasties. Because of the agreement, they could not even learn from each other. Those top technologies were basically divided up, with each party contributing a little.

If it weren't for the Emperor taking the lead, the group probably wouldn't even be able to create a decent tomb world on their own.

What right does a necromancer overlord have to make decisions? The Black Stone Array, the most crucial resource for the Wings of Dawn, was almost entirely depleted during the last Battle of Kadia. Over the years, the assets of the overlords he possessed have also been transferred away. He has no production lines left, and his internal reporting would not be approved, which would only lead to him being called a traitor by the council.

Honestly, Talasi can't offer Dawnwing much help right now.

If he hadn't possessed a free spirit, he wouldn't have been able to defy his own emperor's recall.

Looking at the pile of notifications from his boss in his private messages, Tarasin couldn't help but feel secretly glad that his boss was reasonable enough, but also a little angry at his boss's lack of ambition.

The Nihilak dynasty, the wealthiest of the Necromancers, was ruled by a ruler who was utterly devoid of ambition, adhering to isolationism, uninterested in resurrection, and indifferent to everything outside. His overlords would occasionally make a move, but he was essentially in a state of 'living is fine, dying is fine too' for most of the time.

The entire dynasty refused to communicate from the moment the Silent King returned to the galaxy, did not participate in the civil war, and did not express any opinion on the civil war. Apart from targeting the nearby Chaos, it was just sitting idly by.

Hey ~
Tarasin sighed, looking around at the Eldar holding instruction manuals, gradually learning and adapting to their roles through their racial talents, as well as the scholars from all walks of life, some of whom even had golden glints in their eyes, clearly being spied on by that thing in the warp. He looked rather sallow.

Blackrock Fortress is located in the Warp, which explains why it was abandoned after the fall of the Spiritcallers.

As a result, the Eldar started picking up the old stuff again and opening it up, the Webpath was given to humans, the Warp was all siding with the big fish, and Blackrock Fortress was practically glowing with golden light.

Sometimes Tara-Sin really felt that the Eldar were a race born to cling to powerful figures.

Tarasin thought so.

Let's leave aside the Space Necromancer, another oddball among the many talented individuals.

Let's start with humans.

Whether they are mortals, Astartes, or the Imperial Guard, they all have things they care deeply about.

While walking different paths, they may also have different interpretations of the same thing and struggle with inner conflicts due to various reasons, such as external interference or self-reflection.

What's most interesting about humans is their desires. Within an individual, there are countless complex thoughts, and although the upper and lower limits vary greatly, what Tarachin likes most is the duality that always exists in their group.

And the Spirit Race—

What can a race that can create outstanding achievements through desire leave behind, driven by the will to survive?
Tarasin suddenly felt a little envious of the Eldar. At least judging from their ability to rely on two powerful allies to win the Battle of Heaven, the Eldar were undoubtedly the best at finding a powerful ally.

This is what people mean when they say that once you're successful, even a fart you make will be interpreted in terms of hidden meaning, right?
Ramses pondered this as he watched Tarasin, who seemed to have thought a lot for a moment but ultimately became 'humble' and withdrawn.

His idea was actually quite simple: he wanted to dig up the graves of the undead because the Eldar had made a lot of progress in archaeology.

His projection glanced at Uslan again, signaling him to offer a way out.

Sure enough, the old prophet, who was good at filling in the blanks, understood immediately.

He desperately wants to improve; he dreams about it all the time.

"The core function of the Vaal Charm is still as a platform for projecting warp energy into reality."

Uslan suddenly spoke up.

"During the War of Heaven, its primary function was to facilitate the descent of the Pantheon gods through this platform to restrict and kill the Star Gods. One of its greatest achievements was the Void Dragon, which is why Eldar could summon Warp entities to assist them without relying on sacrifices in their historical records."

"This Star God, who has mastered the essence of science, also replicated the properties of the mineral Black Stone after suffering a blow in the war. He also gave the Necromancers of the Space the technology to stabilize the veil of reality through Black Stone arrays, so as to facilitate the Star God's activities. Now only dynasties of sufficient size can achieve large-scale deployment."

"Endure~"

Ramses understood.

Therefore, Blackrock, known for isolating warp energy, was originally intended to serve the warp. However, the Celestials had too many scientific experts. First, the Burner hacked into the web to initiate the Old Ones' extermination plan, and then the Void Dragons replicated Blackrock to suppress the warp through its connection with it.

Furthermore, the Eldar initiate their warp ritual by drawing energy from the warp itself using the Blackrock? As long as their gods reside in the warp, it's an operation with virtually zero risk?
The Eldar are eating really well.

Ramses sighed inwardly, thinking how incredibly wealthy the ancient saints were, and wondered why humanity hadn't been born 60 million years earlier. He then gestured for Uslan to continue. "After the fall of the Eldar, the Vaal Amulets were scattered throughout the galaxy, their exact number unknown. Without the protection of the gods, the Eldar no longer possessed the ability to operate the amulets. Three were destroyed in the Gothic War, and we have managed to recover eight so far. The rest depends on luck."

Thinking of the inevitable decline of the Eldar, the old prophet sighed.

Therefore, there can be eight more such platforms.

Ramses did some quick calculations and concluded that, excluding the thirteenth prince and Romulus, who were not needed for a fight, nine would be enough.

"Therefore we are able to respond to the Dawnwing's policies on warp development, but our current population and power cannot support such a massive project as isolating the warp, establishing the Blackrock Array in specific areas, and stabilizing the real-world living and production environment."

Ramses looked at Tarasin.

"I can manage on my end, but I'll need your help, adults—"

"I can lead the way."

Seeing that the food was already being fed to him, Tarasin quickly raised his hand, indicating that he could be the guide.

He has at least two lists that he can win over, but it requires Dawnwing's intervention; someone of his level can't really say anything.

"Alright, Tarasin will provide a list later, and we'll have a meeting to discuss it."

Having achieved his goal, Ramses no longer delayed. After studying the progress according to the Blackrock Fortress manual, he simply ran towards the area where the clown troupe was located.

He planned to go to the theater.

"Thank you."

Seeing that Ramses couldn't resist going out to have some fun again, Tarasin, who was now free, said sincerely.

He really wanted to improve, but he just never had the opportunity.

The fact that someone's share is insufficient does not mean that others are the same.

“Everyone has their own path. We are responsible for the subspace, and you are responsible for the real universe. It’s fair.”

Uslan said.

The old prophet now moves with remarkable agility, showing none of the signs of his past, when his body was crystallized and he was terminally ill. While others age rapidly after relinquishing their duties, appearing as if the new era has no vessel to carry them, he is remarkably energetic, as if he has been revitalized, and his entire being has become youthful.

“Don’t look at me like this now. There are gains and losses. I have received the protection of the gods, but I have also lost some things.”

"what?"

Tarachin tilted his head.

"I've lost my worries."

Uslan smiled.

"Gan."

Tarasin kicked the black stone wall hard, forgetting that he still had a soul. Then, due to the impact on his soul, he hopped up on one foot while clutching his toes.

As he moved, a cabin naturally lifted up, revealing the demonic host within.

One Eldar, who had been studying the instructions for a long time and looked troubled, suddenly had a bright look in his eyes. He quickly stepped forward, ripped off the demon host, tossed it into the warp, and sat down inside.

Control of Blackrock Fortress began to shift quietly.

Many Black Legion members stationed inside Blackrock Fortress observed a group of uninvited guests.

These Eldar suddenly entered the vicinity of the prison. Some of them were inexperienced. Most of the Black Legion members guarding Blackrock Fortress stared blankly at this unknown person. Because these people moved so skillfully and calmly inside Blackrock Fortress, many warriors could not immediately distinguish whether they were friend or foe.

Until someone tried to raise a gun and fire at these uninvited guests, but just as the finger pulled the trigger, the entire body was torn to pieces.

A group of nimble shadows moved through the darkness, killing the guards one by one.

Reports indicated that a warp entity claiming to be the daughter of Abaddon attempted to stop it all, but as soon as the report reached the hands of the person in charge, Uslan, these anomalies caused by the intervention of the gods were quickly dismissed, much like the Black Legion warriors stationed there.
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The Soul of Vengeance, Bridge
Abaddon was still furious and waiting for the moment to break the deadlock, Serakxia was still secretly testing each other, and Haken was trying to evacuate the elite troops trapped on the surface of Badab, mostly by airdropping a wave of sacrifices to let them pass through the Chaos Gate.

No one dared to look at the Chaos War General.

Their leader has changed so much that everyone who looks him in the eye cannot help but show astonishment before being torn to pieces by the War Marshal's wrath.

Amid the eerie atmosphere created by the change in the war commander among the crew on the bridge, the communication came through again.

It is Blackrock Fortress.

Damn it, what else is there to say if the order isn't being executed?

Noticing that Blackrock Fortress was still within the veil of reality, Abaddon's already bald head twitched, and he felt inexplicably irritated. He reached out and connected to the link.

They'd better give the Chaos Warlord an explanation.

The war commander, furious, opened the communication device.

?

Abaddon saw the people behind the Ultramariner; they were ancient aliens, Eldar.

He recognized the leaders as the clowns of the Spirit Race who worshipped the god of laughter, Silegor, and the one leading these clowns was Hilandri, who was known as the Veilwalker.

Abaddon knew these things, and he also knew this legend who had stormed Terra's palace and was eventually released. Although they were not as numerous as the Dark Eldar, who seemed to be able to refresh across the entire galaxy from the Web at any time, these people were always present in the prophecies of Chaos whenever the turning point of destiny arrived.

Each time, the clowns appear at a crucial juncture in life, either saving lives or fighting against them; only they themselves know what they are doing.

"How did you get in?"

Abaddon could hardly believe it.

"It came in through the internet; after all, this is our property."

Hilandri answered with a smile.

The legendary buffoon looked mockingly at the incredulous Abaddon, stood beside Titus, and loudly swore an oath.

"Traitor to humanity, your time of wantonly exploiting humanity's ancient heritage ends now!"

"Suck--"

As his blood pressure rose, the changing skull inevitably bulged suddenly, and Abaddon almost couldn't catch his breath.

He went over the other person's words in his mind again and couldn't help but clench his crippled hand.

Alien

Do you want to hear what you're saying?

(End of this chapter)