This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 507 Imperial Grace Lesson: Grandfather Elbows Four Chaos Gods Away

"what happened?"

Ramses's loud shouting naturally aroused Arthur's curiosity.

He had originally planned to discuss with Romulus the matter of upgrading the Empire's equipment. Since the Hive invasion, this great war, which tested the Dawnwings' deployment across the galaxy, had yielded many encouraging results.

They need to evaluate a large number of weapons in service, and in the future, after they have dealt with the aftermath of this great war, the Empire's complex equipment system will also need to undergo a final reform.

One of the most typical problems that can be picked from the Astral Army is the bulky turret structure of the Poison Blade chassis. The transmigrators are not interested in the multi-turret cult, and the fixed firepower at too many angles also prevents these armored forces from exerting their full strength in armored group operations. Many Astral Army generals have reported that the Poison Blade chassis has a lot of wasted firepower.

For the Imperial Military Affairs Department in the past, their administrative capabilities and the supply of large vehicles, which was almost monopolized by the Mechanicus, were not enough to unify the equipment of a super-heavy tank group, such as a super-heavy tank group composed entirely of Poison Blade or Shadow Blade.

Because of the Mechanicus's unilateral interpretation of the casting process, and with its forces always overstaffed and supplies always insufficient, many damaged armored units are proactively recovered by the Ministry of Military Affairs, handed over to the Industrial World under its control for repair, and then dispersed to the nearest location.

This directly resulted in an armored regiment ending up with a motley crew, some of which suffered heavy losses and even lost their tanks, and were immediately converted into infantry regiments.

They operated as an infantry regiment for decades, with countless personnel changes, when suddenly tank supplies from the military department arrived while they were resting on a certain planet.

The end result was that an armored regiment was lucky to have enough tanks to use and even make them operational, so they didn't dare to be picky and choose, and naturally, they didn't discover these problems.

Nowadays, the Empire just grabs and discards Valkyries, replacing the aircraft but not the pilots. The Astartes are even more wasteful, using Stormbirds, relics from the 40k era, as disposable drop pods. Not to mention the tanks. At most, special turrets like the Volcano Cannon will be collected and recycled after the war.

Of course, the poison blade wasn't entirely useless.

The fixed firepower located throughout the tank gives it a formidable independent combat capability. Combined with small groups of Astragalus troops, it performs quite well in complex environments such as Hive City. It will be deployed to the Hive City garrison in the future.

However, it is inevitable that they will be eliminated from the large army in the future.

With his mind processing the opinions of commanders from all over the galaxy, Arthur went to his companion's side.

As for the Emperor and Ramses, they're just like turtles looking at green beans.

They spend their days researching the warp, mainly focusing on replicating a large number of psionic technologies once mastered by the Emperors, and further developing this blue ocean of the warp by combining the characteristics of the four members of the Wings of Dawn.

It is said that the park's performance evaluation has increased by several zeros during their voyage. A large number of enchanted equipment that should only be used by the Dawnwing's direct forces and are still in the experimental stage are now ready to be deployed to Astartes, which can be said to have squeezed the demons to the limit.

congratulations.

Then, he would occasionally utter a few shocking remarks, say a few words about betraying the original body, and make some jokes about the unofficial history of the emperor to relieve stress.

Aglaia stayed by their side the whole time, trembling like a leaf inside her power armor, moving the pen tip with trepidation.

Just like 21st-century elementary school students who stay in bed playing on their phones, they are afraid, always having a premonition that they will get lost in space at any moment.

But you still need to remember it.

"Forehead--"

As Arthur approached, the possessed emperor visibly became dazed, drooling and munching on food.

He truly deserves to be called the empire's second most useless good-for-nothing.

Ramses took the photo expressionlessly before reconnecting the Emperor.

In other words, the Imperial Guards weren't there; they had all been captured by Romulus.

Arthur shook his head helplessly. In the past, everyone had a lot of positive feelings towards the Emperor, but when they actually met him, no one expected him to be so down-to-earth.

After all, people don't need the Imperial Guard to maintain their prestige anymore, and as bodyguards, it's hard to say who's protecting whom. On the front lines, they're being whipped around like tops by those well-known Chaos Masters. As a military unit, their cost-effectiveness has plummeted to an all-time low.

The Imperial Guards are all-rounders. Why do they think about fighting and standing guard all day? Those who are skilled in technology should work in the Science Department led by Belisarius Caul, those who are good at administration should work in the Ministry of Administration, and those who are good at education should work in the Loyalty Academy and the Dawn Star District University. Don't think about going to the front lines to fight if you have nothing to do.

Since this is the Emperor's vision for the future of humanity, it is imperative to fully embody the 'Golden Throne Spirit' pioneered by the Emperor, placing the fundamental interests of all people in the galaxy and the human race above all else, firmly upholding the ideals and beliefs of humanity, firmly believing in the inevitable victory of the cause of justice, daring to sacrifice, and daring to go to the most difficult environments to play the greatest role.

What? You don't want to do it?

A traitor who goes against the emperor's policies.

What? You, as a member of the Imperial Guard, only want to admire the Emperor's glory and don't want to go out and work?

Privileged mentality!

What? You're saying that by actively responding to the policy, you can get back to the Emperor's side before your colleagues?
Speculators!

Many of the Imperial Guards had originally intended to slack off, but before the Emperor could even make a move, Ramses's series of accusations overwhelmed them.

Moreover, the Imperial Guard was surprisingly obedient, after confirming that the work was rewarded—referring to Arthur's insistence on regularly organizing visits by the Emperor to the Imperial Guard and their Grey Knights.

It seems that a new round of PUBG competition has recently broken out in Terra Palace, reportedly alarming the Shadow Wardens, the guards responsible for protecting the palace prison.

Please, the King of Kings who can chat with them and show concern for them from time to time is much cooler than the rotting corpse on the golden throne.

"Because those who are out of touch with reality can't get here."

Faced with Arthur's question, the Emperor wiped the drool from his mouth and replied.

His current state of mind regarding Dawnwing is quite peculiar. How Dawnwing, especially Arthur, views him, and what types of personalities he can communicate with Dawnwing, it can be said that what the other party sees is the best side of the Emperor.

In fact, I am quite a heavyweight. Back then, I chose to swindle four unlucky guys out of their savings. If it weren't for a group of human elites coming to the rescue, I would have almost driven those four bastards to despair.

This can be described as taking the exploitation of resources to the extreme.

However, this is also a good thing. He was also worried about how to get along with these people. After all, reality cannot be ignored, and intelligence is basically one-way transparent. Moreover, historically, he has indeed been quite disastrous in handling interpersonal relationships.

It's good to have a personality correction device that can be used at any time, since he's already trapped by the Wings of Dawn anyway.

It was just an action to revise Guilliman's worldview.

The emperor sighed.

He turned around and said, "Don't go yet, I'll arrange some work for you." "What's wrong, Emperor? Even Emperor has to work overtime."

"What was Ramses yelling about earlier?"

Nodding to indicate that he understood, Arthur asked again.

"Don't take the warp legends that demons circulate too seriously."

The emperor waved his hand dismissively.

"It refers to the fact that when Huang Laohan fought Horus one-on-one with the Vengeful Spirit, he not only elbowed Horus to death, but also sent the four gods flying, which indeed damaged the warp. At the moment of killing Horus, it triggered an unprecedented warp explosion."

"This explosion directly shattered the consciousness of those four heavyweight contenders and the Emperor himself, forcing them into the depths of the warp, unable to interfere with reality. They can only slowly shrink into the depths of the warp to repair themselves, unable to perceive the outside world at all," Ramses explained to his companion, raising his hand in a gesture of respect.

"This period lasted until the War of the Wild Beasts, when the second brother of the Mao started to launch the Greenskins to invade reality again, which was about 1,300 years ago."

Is this also related to numerology?

Arthur looked at Ramses's palm in surprise.

The flames curled and leaped in his palm, like a bound sun.

Deep within the flames, an outline was slowly twisting and taking shape: a curled-up infant with sulfur-cracked skin and completely black eye sockets.

It opened its mouth, emitting a shrill cry that only the soul could perceive, and wailed silently as it continuously pounded against the barrier formed by flames.

"I confess, I confess everything, please let me go, I beg you!"

When Arthur's figure entered its inhuman senses, the trapped demon grasped at a last straw and screamed desperately at the seemingly authoritative knight.

Before him, the emperor was feasting and drinking to his heart's content, while he held in his hand Ramses, a being that had become a taboo existence even in the warp. At this moment, he was acutely aware of the abyss he had fallen into.

It thought it could advance quickly, seize nourishment, and then retreat swiftly back to the safety of chaos, just like Atlahasis, the dark apostle who deceived the Word Bearers ten thousand years ago.

Unfortunately, it underestimated what awaited it on the other side of reality. What awaited it was no longer just an ignorant prey, but a meticulously laid trap, a terrifying technique that could even imprison, strip away, and interrogate the very essence of evil.

Damn it, in the past, when people in the real universe needed it to do something, like those who cherish words, they had to offer up a hundred souls, and with every breath they had to replenish its soul with another person's. Even so, it could still act high and mighty, and the other side couldn't do anything about it.

Now it is completely helpless, not only has to confess honestly, but it also has to constantly consume its own subspace entity to maintain its existence.

Under the relentless scorching of the flames, pleas and remorse flowed from the cracks in its body, then evaporated like pus from every fissure.

It knows perfectly well that the warp is a deep and complex place, and that the sacrifices from the real universe are not so easy to obtain, but why can't it resist? Why does it insist on taking a gamble?

If you don't gamble, how could you lose? How could things have turned out like this?
"What is he saying?"

Arthur was puzzled.

"It's breathing on it."

Ramses showed no mercy whatsoever because of the other's appearance.

That damned warp demon dared to disguise itself as a human child.

"Oh."

Arthur, who could even read the air of the Dark Angels, naturally wouldn't believe Ramses's perfunctory words.

But it doesn't matter, demons have no human rights.

"It's not as outrageous as the rumors say. Don't you even check where the news comes from? Can you believe what the devil says?"

The Emperor corrected again, pointing at the demon, afraid that after admitting that he was indeed very powerful, he would be blamed by the Wings of Dawn.

Achieving longevity with Heaven and Earth isn't something you can just do casually; the right timing, the right location, and the right people are all indispensable.

"I'm telling the truth! It's all true. The gods' consciousness was shattered by that explosion. The essence that constitutes them is the chaotic emotions of the warp. If anyone can completely dismantle the emotions and souls that make them up after shattering them, then even the gods will not be able to rebuild themselves. At that time, the divine positions will be vacant, and it will depend on each person's ability."

"That's all the truth!!!"

The demon gripped the cage forged of flames and slammed his head against the door. Never before had he hated Tzeentch so much, never before had he hated Ramses, who had wreaked havoc on the market.

Tzeentch's demons not only created chaos in the warp's contracting environment, but also made real-world business increasingly subject to the Warp Trade Act established and enforced by Ramses, with the Eldar and warp human entities competing in a crushing manner.

Who invented credit and installment payments, and employment agreements that replaced the personal constraints of contracts?
They even voluntarily reduced their salaries, so there will never be a situation where a subspace entity takes away a trader's soul upon entering the arena again. Instead, they will rely on emotions over a certain period of time to obtain rewards and will be subject to the centralized jurisdiction of the Formless Heaven.

You bunch of warp traitors!

Aside from the demons under the command of the Four Gods who still have channels to stir up trouble in the real universe, these powerless demons without any backing have completely lost their footing.

Even if it was a demon that could peek into the secrets of the gods back then, it wouldn't have ended up like this. It was almost starving and had no choice but to take a gamble, only to be tricked by the Emperor and the God of No Form.

Right now, even if those aliens and cultists are summoning demons, they might just summon a Grey Knight who's waiting in line in the Formless Heaven!
So what happened to these original subspace creatures?
To be honest, nobody believes it. They just want to kill you when they see you. Even if you manage to sign an acceptable agreement, it's just these crazy people who are addicted to pretending to be human fishing for your money.

Watching the group chatting and joking around, completely oblivious to whether what they were saying was true or not, and never even considering leaving themselves a way out, the demon couldn't help but feel a deep sadness when he thought about the current state of the warp.

What will our subspace eventually become... (choking up)?
Snapped!
"That's enough, so you're really that fierce, Old Huang."

Ramses hammered his right hand into his left, smashing the noisy demon to pieces with a single punch.

Everything it revealed, along with the fragments of information and emotions that constituted it, quickly sketched out a message that was undoubtedly the truth to this demon.

So the glorious period of 1,500 years from the Great Rebellion to 31.5k was created by the Emperor? At first, they thought that since there was such a period of peace after the Great Rebellion, allowing the Empire to send all its main fleets to explore the edge of Starfire, why was the Emperor in such a hurry to launch a great expedition?

I apologize, Your Majesty, we have been presumptuous.

So you really can make the gods live as long as heaven and earth, and even buy the nearly dead empire more than a thousand years of breathing room.

I originally thought that these four old bastards were high above and in control of the entire rebellion, and that the failure of Horus or whether the Emperor ascended to godhood was insignificant to them. The reason they stopped causing trouble in the real universe after 30k was simply because they looked down on the things in the real universe and went off to do their own thing.

Now it seems that these four bastards really went too far. The Emperor's final counterattack has truly crippled them, rendering them unable to cause trouble for the time being.

Although everyone knows they should be prepared for the worst, the pressure of confronting the Four Gods has never been small. Even when they were planning a big birthday celebration, they only had a general idea and were still exploring the possibilities. Right now, they are still worried about the deployment of tanks by the Astral Army.

Now you're telling me that the real "father" who could force the Four Gods offline for a thousand years is on our side?
"Should we do it again? We've been prayed for for so many years, surely it can't be worse than it was ten thousand years ago?"

Ramses placed his hand on the emperor's shoulder, his eyes gleaming.

"Give us another thirteen hundred years, and we'll conquer not only the Milky Way, but even Andromeda."

"Uh~"

The emperor was shaken twice, his head tilted to the side, and saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth again.

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　Ps:

　　For a more detailed account of this upheaval, you can read the book "Embers of the Empire," and if you're still interested, you can also read "The Age of Destruction."

　　If you want to experience the original content, you can search on forums, or the Hammer Community should also have it. There is no detailed translation at the moment. There are some leaked versions on Bilibili, but just watch the raw version and let AI translate it for you in real time.

　　
　
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