This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 508 I Really Don't Want to Work Overtime
"They actually dared to invade the galaxy, what an arrogant bunch of bastards."

"They're just a bunch of warp bumpkins who seized godhood after the loss of ancient saints. They probably don't know that humanity has our invincible emperor protecting them!"

"Your Majesty, lend me your unparalleled power! I will teach these warp hicks an unforgettable lesson!"

Ramses's booming voice, which evoked a strong sense of déjà vu, once reminded the Emperor of his own experience surfing the internet in the 21st century, 40,000 years ago.

At that time, humans had not yet set foot on Earth, and even the countries of the world had not yet achieved unification. Wars broke out frequently, and there were huge differences in living standards in different regions.

But that era also gave birth to many ideas. The improvement in living standards and education levels led more people to look up at the sky, to face the brilliant Milky Way, to face the stars that they themselves may never be able to reach. They relied on increasingly abundant entertainment to create countless works that symbolized their beautiful vision of the world.

However, now that humanity has truly spread its footprints throughout the galaxy and established a vast empire that may be the largest in the galaxy's history, when those mysterious physical phenomena can be directly observed, and when those imagined alien creatures actually appear before us, modern humanity can no longer create such works.

Do you guys think I'm Ultraman?

The Emperor glanced at Arthur, then at Ramses, knowing that neither of them expected him to agree to be a suicide truck to delay the Dark Rebellion, but rather wanted to use this opportunity to give him even more responsibility.

You're already this powerful, capable of sending even the gods to the ICU. Shouldn't you be keeping an eye on the advancements in wormhole technology? You're keeping an eye on AI in the local area, so shouldn't a heavyweight like you oversee the local government's response to chaos contamination to ensure safety? And what about this area—

Look at this research on the Pantheon and the construction of its basic infrastructure. You, Emperor, are the king of ancient times, the embodiment of all human myths and beliefs, the king of darkness, and now the god-emperor. I think this job is very suitable for you.

We can't exactly go to Slaanesh's place and freeload off the Eldar's pantheon, can we?
Moreover, this isn't the first or second time they've done this. Before, they brought human scientists to copy the web, and now they're bringing 'human' psionicists to copy the Pantheon. Isn't that great?

This is dirty politics!

It is an aggressive probing, an unwitting attempt to take advantage!

As long as you're willing to work, there's always work to be done.

Where is your filter for the greatest sacrifice in human history? Where is the charm I used to have that made countless people rush to my aid with just a tremor of my body?

I've endured ten thousand years of suffering, and I've returned to become emperor. What's with this road that leads to the dreaded path of cattle and horses, a road from which there is no return?

The emperor recalled the bitter and resentful look on Macardo's face after he took over the administration of the empire, and cold sweat broke out on his brow.

There's just too much work to do.

I need to find a way to get out of this.

"Aba Aba~"

"What are you pretending to be crazy for? I'm still holding the line."

Faced with Ramses's manipulation, the Emperor discovered that his feigned madness was ineffective.

As a clear voice rang in her ears, her consciousness did not smoothly converge into the cold sun of the subspace, composed of countless emotions and expectations, as before, waiting for the next smooth rupture to enter the real universe. Instead, it was directly imprisoned within this body.

Good heavens, he didn't run away?
Wiping away his drool, the emperor, still trying to refresh the worldview of the mortal lady who had admired him for ten thousand years, looked at Ramses in confusion when he realized that the offline technique was ineffective.

"Dedicated line, and by the way, let's test Master Ya's strength."

Ramses patted Arthur on the shoulder, looking at the bewildered emperor.

"It looks very useful, it can guarantee that you can be on duty 24 hours a day."

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The emperor sensed something was amiss.

He immediately thought of Dawnwing's rather stubborn emphasis on human rights and wanted to reduce shift time under the pretext of changing shifts.

But Ramses seemed to have anticipated what the emperor would say and spoke first.

"We've also considered this. It's not good to keep letting you occupy someone else's body all the time."

"Anyway, the humans who can be possessed by you are all very special. They are either your human side or beings born under the influence of your psychic energy. Although they are very special, they certainly cannot be plugged in and used like the Cursed Legion. However, the relevant research has already begun, and Master Asa has communicated with them one by one. They have all agreed to the decision of the Wings of Dawn."

"In the end, we'll have to cut ties with the Dark Lord anyway, so let's start by cutting them off from your influence, one step at a time."

Ramses quickly came up with a plan and obtained a series of commissions from Arthur.

The mortals who had come into contact with the emperor were overwhelmed with gratitude for being able to become vessels for his possession, and most of them looked as if they couldn't wait to offer themselves up on the spot.

Arthur had to go to great lengths to persuade them, explaining that the situation wasn't that serious and didn't warrant deaths. He assured them that the Wings of Dawn would make full use of this opportunity to achieve their goals while also protecting the rights of these humans to the greatest extent possible.

No, haven't you been on the road with us the whole time?
The Emperor remembered everything Arthur had done along the way.

Organize the Primarchs and coordinate the deployment of military forces such as the Astartes; communicate with the Cult of Mechanics to control the progress of various military technologies and projects across the Forgeworlds; while organizing the Imperial Navy fleet to clean up the chaotic areas, also, under the guidance of the Eldar, control the Webpaths at various important nodes in the galaxy as bases for future Webpath development, balancing short-term goals with long-term planning.
Furthermore, the encouragement and arrangements made by Arek were being presented to commanders across the galaxy who could contact the Wings of Dawn.

You still have time to pull this stunt?
Ramses comes up with the plan, and your coordinator can get it done in no time?
Arthur returned a calm gaze.

He's a war commander, but what kind of war commander can't coordinate the Empire, a system that's basically designed for war?
No, aren't you tired?

"After all, we must talk about human rights. Everyone has their own life, and we cannot keep taking up their time when conditions allow."

No.

The Emperor's eyes widened at the sight of the Dawnwings showing such care for mortals.

Look at what kind of talk this is!

What does it mean that others also have their own lives, that we should respect human rights, and that other people's time is precious?

The emperor felt he was being discriminated against like never before.

So I'm not human?
I should also be the heir of a small tribe in Mesopotamia, with a loving father, friendly uncles, hardworking people, a steadily developing civilization, bumper wheat harvests every year, like-minded partners, and upright pioneers. I wouldn't have to face war, famine, disease, and desire alone.

They even had the energy to trade sheep with the neighboring shepherd, then spend the night there, leaning against the ivory-white moonlight on the grass, gazing at the starry sky, and talking about the future.
At my age, I should have long since reached the point where I can collect my pension, find a paradise-like world for a vacation, and enjoy my later years.

Who stole my life?!

"At 40,000 years old, you should be working hard. How can you sit still at your age?"

Ramses patted the Emperor's shoulder forcefully, tossing the plan around.

"Look, we've already come up with a plan and coordinated the personnel for you. We're just waiting for your signature. Although these cutting and other processes may not be useful in the future, they will ultimately enhance your understanding of the evil god."

To put it bluntly, Romulus felt that the Emperor's duty hours didn't cover a wide enough area, not enough for him and Guilliman to showcase their talents. Ramses happened to have a project on personality dissection, and after thinking about it, he figured they couldn't just keep someone else's body without exchanging it. When Arthur asked, they decided to do it all at once.

'A single, casual remark from you could be enough to replace several generations of high-ranking officials in the empire.'

Looking at the pile of information-rich records in his hand, Aglaia felt that the adults should still use a more imperial way of referring to the emperor.

Moreover, the updates for this version are really fast. The Astartes, which has dominated the fate of the galaxy for thousands of years, has gradually become just another roadside object with the emergence of the Primarch. As everyone's understanding of them has increased, the Four Gods have also gradually become less elusive in essence.

Just like that clown god Chogoki, as long as you don't make a move, no one knows how weak you are. At first, Dawn Wings was very cautious when dealing with a clown troupe, but when they met, they found that they were nothing but a mouth.

Now, the more it's exposed, the less invincible it becomes in people's eyes.

"I sign it. I sign it."

The emperor reluctantly picked up his pen, watching helplessly as his shift time doubled on the spot, and emphasized it again.

"Also, I'm not God."

The Chaos Gods.

He preferred to be called a beggar in the warp rather than a god.

They've been living off the mess left by the Star Gods, scraping by on the leftovers from the ancient sages, for tens of millions of years—a classic case of "when the cat's away, the mice will play." This isn't meant to be taken literally, nor is it something that can't be offended.

"That's good, it means the road is winding, but the future is bright."

Romulus and Arthur have been together for over a hundred years, and this guy has a whole repertoire of platitudes.

"Great, another thing done, we can get started now."

He tossed the document into the subspace, and the Eldar on duty in the Formless Heaven began to skillfully organize their personnel to carry out a series of preliminary measures, such as formulating the research plan and conducting preliminary argumentation. Once the argumentation results were obtained, they could be handed over to various responsible persons, such as Ramses, the Emperor, and the Clown God, to review and approve them before proceeding with the plan.

Due to Ramses' initiative and institutional pressure, the entire process was highly efficient.

"By the way, Old Huang, since you can really hold back those four self-destruction, I think we should also come up with a backup plan. You and Master Ya, one in the subspace and one in reality, it's double insurance. I've already thought of a name for it, Emperor Versus All, or EVA for short."

The emperor was taken aback again, feeling that the jokes were too numerous and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"This plan has always been in place, and if you hadn't come along, this would have been my final option."

He waved his hand, indicating that Ramses didn't need to worry about it.

"Okay, I'll go check on the performance now."

Ramses waved his hand, tilted his head, and started to hang up.

"You know what, this reminds me of the past."

After mourning for his future for two seconds, the Emperor watched as Ramses quickly planned out the whole thing and started drawing the Devil Spinning Top. He couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Arthur, who had just finished communicating with the Admiral of the Calissis Sector.

He looked like an elderly person reminiscing about his glorious past.

"past?"

Arthur played the straight man at the right moment.

"That's how we were back then. If we had an idea, we would try it; if we had a plan, we would make it; if we had a goal, we would pursue it. Countless people came together to work hard for a great goal."

The emperor murmured a few words with great reminiscence, which aroused the narrator's keen interest.

Just as he had left the blank space, intending to memorize it properly, he saw the emperor shake his head again.

"For now, let's not talk about it."

Arthur fell silent for a moment.

However, he also knew which group the emperor was referring to.

to be honest--

Arthur squinted slightly as he glanced at the Emperor, who was now eating high-calorie foods from the Gutella chain store again.

Combined with the events of the Great Crusade, including the situation where, except for Macardo, all the early allies of the expedition, such as Ilda who was responsible for providing the Primarch prototype, Lady Astartes who was in charge of Astartes research, the Lunar Genetic Cult, and some Terran warlords, ultimately rebelled or went into seclusion.
He held a conservative view on why the emperor's associates had run away.

"Keep it up!"

The Emperor patted Arthur's gauntlet and said sincerely, as if he were someone who had been through it all.

To be honest, although he subconsciously wanted to start playing when he saw the four members of Dawn Wings, even after realizing that the other party was leading the way and he had to follow suit, he was still very happy despite the fact that they didn't treat him like a human being.

The reason the Empire was so poorly managed in the past was simply because it didn't have enough manpower. There were no people to educate the Primarchs, no people to distribute the Primarchs, and he was busy with the Great Crusade and the Webpath. Makado was stuck in the Empire's political affairs and couldn't get out. None of his old friends came back, and he didn't know how to arrange the Guards. In the end, it was a complete mess.

But it's not entirely true that the empire has no capable people.

There are a lot of immortals who have worked with the Emperor countless times back then. Any one of these people could be a powerful figure who could govern a region. It's just that the Emperor's credit card seems to have been maxed out. In the early stages of the 30k startup, he managed to swindle a lunatic like Erda, and no one else paid any attention to him.

To put it bluntly, the older folks are somewhat indifferent to it all.

Having followed him in starting businesses so many times, each time it was a cycle, and with one setback after another, many people gave up and planned to use their endless lives to do something else.

Even the Emperor himself was nearly decadent during the Old Night Era, wandering aimlessly in the Comoros, the city of desire, with the old prophet Uslan, who had watched the Eldar fall into depravity, until he was oblivious to the world around him.

If it weren't for the invitation from the extremely young immortal Makado, he would probably still be begging for food in some hidden city.

Think about those Terran warlords and those Galactic Pocket Empire lords; very few of them are immortals.

Humans are driven to do many things by 'realizing personal value in a limited time'. An excessively long life can lead to severe procrastination, which is especially evident in immortals.

In fact, the Emperor and many immortals were not far apart 40,000 years ago, and the first Warmaster almost killed him with a single blow.

However, as 40,000 years have passed, the number of immortals who can rival him has become extremely small. People like Erda can barely keep up with the Emperor's ideas, but this immortal who may be even older than the Emperor could be killed by Erebas with a single stab and had no ability to retaliate.

This is the alienation that time brings to them.

But Dawnwing is slightly different.

They had ample motivation to act, fueled by an inexplicable understanding of the warp and life experiences from a family that should have awarded them the Heart of Terra medal.

Unlike the Emperor, who rushed through the plot to watch the CGs and ended up accidentally skipping his life, they weren't like other immortals who suffered from chronic procrastination and were so conflicted about assassinating someone.

The emperor sincerely hoped that the time travelers would retain this precious quality.

"Ah."

Arthur nodded.

"We will pay close attention to this."

Although they have been in this universe for over a hundred years, their habits have remained unchanged, and their pace of life is still the same as that of the first twenty years of their lives.

They didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, others might not know how much excrement there was in the warp, but they knew that if they swam a little slower, they would just get their mouths full of excrement.

Moreover, the driving force behind them—

The knight looked up at the galactic star map swirling on the table, his gaze settling on the most dazzling throne world within that galaxy.

He blinked.

For a fleeting moment, a familiar azure light seemed to flash before my eyes—

It's not the brilliance on the star map, but from a deeper, more distant place, from that blue planet deep in the depths of memory.

It's about going home.

"Ah."

Seeing that his unintentional manipulation seemed to have a good effect, the emperor, who began to rack his brains to dig out memories of how he had fooled people in the early days of his business, nodded in satisfaction.

So let's work together.

A document was slammed down in front of the emperor.

"About Amigidoton."

Arthur said seriously:
"The organization has a task that requires your assistance in testing."

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(End of this chapter)