This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 510 Work on the Other Side of the Galaxy
Compared to the various war-torn regions of the galaxy today, the scenery of Macragge's Radiance is always bustling with activity.

As the Dawn departed with the First Expeditionary Fleet, the new generation of demigods and their returning companions from the old era reached a harmonious consensus, and the administrative power of the Primarchs' respective small kingdoms was concentrated on this ship.

Busy government officials, representatives from various important departments within the Empire stationed at the Primarch's administrative core, communications agencies responsible for communication between organizations, a direct advisory group constantly relaying Primarch orders, and security forces further deployed to ensure the safety of the aforementioned personnel made this magnificent ship appear somewhat crowded.

Inside the reception area of ​​the Glory Queen, a waiter presented a group of special guests with a bottle of red wine from Macurag.

Unlike his treatment of other representatives who needed to meet the Primarch, he moved much more subdued, maintaining eye contact as much as possible to show the necessary respect to these guests.

The imperial representatives around them looked at the Hearthlings with curiosity, who were sitting on retractable benches with their feet off the ground, their postures appearing rather comical to the imperial people.

"My brother, I can't stand those looks anymore."

bang~
A burly arm reached for the wine glass and, as if hastily concealing his embarrassment, covered his face. The hooded priest of the Great Serian Alliance, Thorek Ironbrow, frowned and quietly complained to the leader beside him.

“Especially after those Elven race members left, they kept staring at us.”

That's nothing unusual.

As the wine entered his throat, its overly sweet taste, which was somewhat cloying for the Hearthlings, spread through his mouth. Having been subjected to the strange looks from the representatives of the Empire for so long, Sorek felt his patience and manners being worn down little by little.

Those Eldar aliens can come to discuss cooperation. They are the true human lineage who came from Terra. Why should we treat them with such a strange attitude?

Moreover, since they are of the same origin as humans, why were those alien spirits the first to be summoned?

"Quiet."

After the fall of the Wotan Alliance, the High King, Thorgrim the Vengeful One, elected by the guild masters, clan armies, and hooded priests led by the Great Serian Alliance, shook his head at his hooded priests.

Two CORV-type drones hovering beside the hooded priest made a buzzing sound. These auxiliary devices, which could assist the hooded priest in various psychic actions, effectively blocked the sound from spreading and prevented his words from causing any unnecessary misunderstandings.

Now they are just a group of refugees who have lost their homeland and have no choice but to rely on the Empire. Although they don’t know what Eldar, who are also refugees, have paid to make the Primarch give up prioritizing the unification of them, who are genetically related to humans, they are now in such a state that they can no longer maintain their previous attitude and keep their ambiguous communication with the Empire.

The High King's attitude silenced Thorek, who couldn't help but recall the horrific events that had erupted in the Heart of the Galactic Empire in just thirty years.

The collapse of the Alliance and the corruption of many Ancestral Cores turned the Cloning Cotton of the Cloning Forge Progenitors into a breeding ground for demons. Countless Chaos fleets invaded, plundered, and sacrificed, leading to the expansion of the Chaos Rift.
As the Chaos Power invaded reality, a series of events that occurred at the center of the galaxy almost completely destroyed the world they had relied on for survival for the past tens of thousands of years, and also shattered the Hearthborn's long-held detached mentality of watching the changes in the galaxy.

As it turned out, when Chaos decided to turn its attention to them, even a little bit of attention was not something these survivors huddled in the Silver Heart could bear.

When Abaddon's fleet swept across the entire territory of the Wotan Alliance within a few years, the former arrogance had now turned into respect for the Empire. At least they understood how difficult it was for the Empire to survive for ten thousand years, and they also somewhat understood the similar extreme choices the other side made in different situations.

During that period, Thorek didn't even know if there was anyone he could trust anymore. The corruption of Chaos was so pervasive that Ironborn, who carried the consciousness of their ancestors, became objects of suspicion, whether they came from the cloning chambers or the Forge.

The lack of understanding of Chaos has left even the psionic unit Sorek unaware of when they might be corrupted and turn their swords against their brethren.

This process continued until Thorgrim defied public opinion and formally submitted an application for asylum to Huron, the Guardian of the Maelstrom, arguing that the Hearthborn should formally acknowledge themselves as a branch of humanity and integrate into the human community, thus persuading Huron to send troops to assist the Alliance.

Huron, who strictly adhered to the Dawnwings' path, quickly responded to the other party's request. He not only focused on rescuing the Alliance's STCs and the uncorrupted Ancestral Cores, but also dispatched psionic troops to assist the Alliance in identifying corruption and to provide humanitarian aid to various Alliance settlements, which was quite respectable.

"Hey."

Thinking of Huron's current promotion and the summons sent to him on behalf of the Primarch, Thorgrim couldn't help but sigh.

Back in the day, bilateral trade maintained an equal relationship between the two sides, but now I have to grovel and make an appointment just to see the other side.

But what else can we do?

Chaos is now locked in a fierce battle with humanity, and the two are causing chaos across the galaxy with the extraterrestrial Tyranid swarm. It's a full-scale war, and in the end, it's always these little devils who suffer.

Just a tiny bit of spillage almost killed the alliance, so seeking protection is now inevitable.

The High King's eyes flickered, selectively ignoring the complex gazes, and he began to ponder what the clan possessed that could still pique the Primarch's interest.

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Solek remained silent and eventually began drinking alone in silence.

Unfortunately, Macragge's red wine is usually served to the imperial nobility and does not have the rich and robust flavor of the Space Wolves' specialty. For the Hearthborn, whose physical abilities far surpass those of ordinary imperial people, it is just a beverage to satisfy their cravings.

"Lord Thorgrim, High King of the Wotan Alliance, leader of the Hearthborn."

In the midst of anxious waiting, a familiar voice reawakened the Supreme King's consciousness.

The Supreme King raised his head and looked at Xiang Lai.

'Guardian of the Great Vortex' Ruft Huron.

At this moment, he was wearing a gold and silver iron cavalry-style Terminator armor.

Its left shoulder armor features carvings resembling Roman reliefs from Macragge, while its right shoulder armor is futuristic engravings of the Wings of Dawn. At the bottom of the shoulder armor, there are also blessings and expectations from the Primarch.

'Outstanding' 'Self-discipline and Integrity'

Intricate patterns are engraved on the edges of each piece of armor. These are heraldic symbols, painstakingly carved using a combination of coded script and Roman style. They record the life and honors of their owner, yet without any ostentation, appearing understated yet luxurious.

On the breastplate covered by the Imperial eagles, near the heart, a bright emblem was so striking.

Those familiar with various minerals could immediately recognize the precious gem known as the Eye of the Galaxy, forged in the supergravity environment of the Milky Way's center. Beneath its crystal-clear outer shell, clusters of colorful light points slowly rotated with the wearer's movements, moving gently within the liquid environment, like stars in motion.

That was to defend the honor of the Great Whirlpool.

"The Primarch has accepted your meeting request."

During the Primarch's stay at the Maelstrom, Huron took the initiative to assume the responsibilities of Secretary-General, and in the process, got to know the various officials better so that he could maintain the Maelstrom's development more efficiently in the future. Huron then came to his old friend.

The whirlpool guardian, riding high on success, never forgets to improve every single moment.

"It's my pleasure."

Pressing the button provided for him on the seat to prevent himself from having to 'jump' off in such an undignified manner, Thorgrim rose and then pounded his chest in a gesture of respect.

Huron smiled.

Back then, the two sides fought many battles with their fleets, but in the end they found that they could not defeat each other, so they finalized some trade agreements.

This is not even enough to meet the needs of the Dawn Sector.

Now they're rushing to deliver it.

However, Huron is Huron after all. Since the Hearthlings have value in uniting the people and are a legitimate human branch compared to the Eldar who have caused so much confusion, he wouldn't try to sow discord between them before the talks.

"follow me."

Huron nodded to his old acquaintance, and amidst the envious and jealous faces of the Ultramarines around him, he flicked his cloak and turned to leave first.

Thorgrim and Thorek exchanged a glance, sighed softly, and then chose to follow.

This attitude is good enough for beggars; at least they weren't called dwarfs.

Moreover, with Huron around, they received far fewer stares.

After navigating through numerous checkpoints and witnessing the diverse lives of countless Sons of Guilliman, Thorgrim finally met the Primarch in the plaza-like government hall.

'The Ruler' Romulus covered his mouth, concealing his expression with a document, while 'Seraph' Karna maintained his relaxed demeanor, seemingly indifferent to everything around him.

Guilliman, on the other hand, had a serious expression on his face, staring intently at the document in his hand.

The Ultramarines around them were all retreating, deliberately keeping a distance, seemingly wanting to get away from the Primarch.

As the two approached, their height limited their ability to see the rest clearly.

The original body looks very unwell.

Thorgrim instinctively sensed something was wrong.

He lowered his stance, waiting for Huron to stride forward. "My lord."

Huron bowed solemnly and announced loudly, "The representatives of the Wotan Alliance have arrived."

"Oh."

Guilliman looked up, stopped playing games with his brothers, dropped his deliberately stern expression seeking comfort, and reverted to the rigid demeanor of a politician.

"Please invite them forward."

He quickly beckoned, and the Ultramarines swiftly dragged over two hastily modified chairs, allowing the Hearthborn to ascend the steps to their seats, ensuring they could be at eye level with the Primarchs and not be obstructed by the relatively tall desks.

A significant number of the extreme warriors visibly breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed their posture.

Some jokes are too much of a test for their hearts.

Sevius looked relieved, but De la Cruz and Hill gave him a look that said, "You'll have to get used to it."

They then adjusted their approach: one group returned to administrative matters unrelated to the talks, another group organized documents that might be needed for the talks, and yet another group produced a detailed investigation report on the Wotan Alliance and placed it at the forefront.

As its name suggests, the Wotan Alliance is not a complete nation, but a loose collective of various tribal forces. The real political entities are the large socio-economic entities known as the Federation.

The Wotan Alliance's main body is not much different in appearance from the current Imperials. They are all remnants of the Dark Ages of humankind. In fact, due to the maturity of genetic technology, the Wotan Alliance's relationship with the main human population is closer than that of people like the Lytrin and Oglin, compared to those demi-humans who have undergone severe mutations.

According to the "First Truth," which serves as the core ideology within the Wotan Alliance, the various Hearthkin races do not lack a sense of identity as human beings. They believe that they originated from the ancient human prospecting teams and colonists known as the Progenitors. The Progenitors once set off from Earth to the center of the Milky Way, carrying a supercomputer now known as the Ancestral Core, to preserve the necessary knowledge and provide possible assistance.

During the Iron Wars, this wave of migration lasted for centuries, and all the fleets that set out never returned to the heartland of humanity. It was during this period that these deserters began to call themselves Wotan.

"Homage to you, great protectors of mankind, I, Thorgrim the Vengeful One, thank you for your protection on behalf of the Alliance."

As he ascended the steps, Thorgrim sighed inwardly at how much more dignified the Primarchs were than most of the Imperials he had ever encountered. He did not rush to sit down, but instead bowed respectfully to the three Primarchs.

"Please take a seat."

Seeing that the other party was so self-aware, Romulus also put aside the request from the members of the Mechanicus of Amegadoton to use the computing power of Azure Star to calculate the network projection, and nodded to Solgrim.

Thorgrim quickly sought the opinions of each Primarch with what could be described as a pitiful look, and only after all the Primarchs agreed did he sit down in the chair.

For intelligent people, respect is mutual.

The Primarchs are able to notice subtle physiological differences, so these Furnace Descendants naturally cannot afford to fall behind.

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Guilliman nodded to himself.

Although he understood the urgency of the Great Expedition, he also had considerable prejudice against the attitudes of some of his brothers towards many human factions during the Great Expedition.

They came out shouting for war and killing, always starting with extermination and leaving a mess behind. No wonder that in the end, Horus, a sensible Primarch who was willing to expend energy to conduct diplomacy with the various Pocket Empires, became the Warmaster.

It would be much better if both sides could be more dignified and sit down to talk.

This is not a difficult thing for the Primarch.
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"Whoo~"

In the distant Calicus sector of the Hazy Starfield, Ryan, who had just severed the head of a Khorne archdemon, frowned.

He stood still, watching as part of the Khorne was annihilated by the Star God's sword, another was taken away by the ghosts from the Caliban Forest, and the remaining, battered and bruised, returned to the Brass Throne to await the judgment of the Blood God.

"A lion?"

Noticing Ryan's distraction, Cosway cast a questioning look at him.

"Someone is making fun of me."

Ryan raised his hand and explained to his most trusted son.

"And it wasn't anything nice said."

Since his connection with the Warp deepened under the guidance of Ramses and the Emperor, Llane's already exceptional intuition among the Primarchs has become even more exaggerated.

"Ah."

Koswayne nodded, and the dark angels around him, who had accompanied the lion for ten thousand years, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that the lion is willing to explain.

If this happened 10,000 years ago, and a lion suddenly turned somber, everyone would have been worried about their heads.

"Forget about all that. Summon the local officials immediately. We need to ensure the area functions properly before we leave. We can't leave my brothers with a mess."

After tucking the sword his brother had forged back into his waistband, Ryan stopped worrying about it and gave instructions to Koswayne.

His amazing intuition quickly pinpointed who was behind his sabotage.

It must be Guilliman!
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I have a bad feeling about this.

While reviewing the technical documents submitted by the High King, Guilliman suddenly frowned, a faint sense of unease rising within him.

But this feeling was so elusive, just a fleeting moment in my mind filled with imperial politics.

"what happened?"

Karna noticed Guilliman's hesitation and quickly got up to ask him.

Guilliman frowned and began to recall that feeling.

Unfortunately, as my thoughts raced, that faint feeling was banished to who-knows-where by the endless mental storm.

"nothing."

Guilliman shook his head, dismissing the vague premonition as mere daydreaming, and then immersed himself in the conversation about Wotan Alliance technology.

Karna lay down contentedly.

"The Wotan Alliance has a lot of good stuff."

Romulus, focused on the conversation and oblivious to the minor incident, flipped through the documents in his hand.

"That's quite a lot."

Let's leave aside the well-known topics like the Ancestral Core supercomputer and the well-preserved STC.

Dawnwings is interested in another core technology of the Wotan Alliance.

The technology upon which the Wotan Alliance depends for its survival—

Cloned brocade.

This thing can be considered a gene pool, which can ensure the stable cloning of each dwarf like spinning thread, while weaving different patterns on it to ensure the diversity of clones, so that they can be competent for different environments at the genetic level.

The Hearthborn's method of reproduction is similar to that of the Mechanicus within the Human Empire, which is also responsible for technology. They all use clones. However, unlike the Mechanicus, which has to strictly control cloning due to the influence of Chaos, the Wotan Alliance's Cloning Weave aims to ensure the diversity of individuals when creating the next generation.

They generally have denser bones and muscles than humans, and higher red and white blood cell counts, which gives them great physical strength and resilience.

At the same time, cloning brocade can also give future newborns unique abilities through pre-programmed genes, such as enhanced response, infrared vision, and resistance to extreme environments, and these traits can be inherited.

However, the social atmosphere within the Wotan Alliance has hindered progress in this area.

The most unique aspect is that the Cloned Brocade can, to some extent, create artificial psionic beings.

According to the stable cloning technology inherited by the Hearthborn, they will not only avoid the psionic mutations that occur in other humans, but the Cloning Brocade can also deliberately reduce the projection of the Hearthborn in the warp, making their souls appear even dimmer than those of humans.

(End of this chapter)