This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 523 Doing Mao Erge: I heard someone else wants to be the overlord of the galaxy?

Just as Arthur was beating the beast and reinforcements were helping the defenders recapture Amigidoton, Ramses was still gesturing at the edge of the net.

At this moment, he was holding the three artifacts, which, after combining, had discovered that they still retained their individual consciousness and had finally quieted down. He was preparing to cut off the section of the net that the Bonebreakers had entered.

This is a technical skill.

Because of the intricate network, cutting off a region is not as simple and brutal as cutting off a tunnel. To block off a region, one needs to cut off all network lines in that area.

Moreover, the intensity of combat within the network must also be taken into account. Those areas occupied by aliens and demons, to be honest, are also within the scope of Dawnwing's plan to deal with.

"Listen to me, we'll break you up after this job."

Ramses took up the three sacred artifacts and placed them on the net.

The calm tone, enhanced by the experience of the formless god in the subspace, sounded exceptionally intimidating.

The three powerful instruments, led by the Tuchucha engine, dared not utter a sound and obediently began drilling.

bump!
The warp currents surged, and the seemingly indestructible net barrier trembled violently upon contact with the three artifacts, causing billowing gray mist and surging psionic lightning.

Countless massive cracks suddenly burst forth along those mottled holes, their destination unknown, before being broken off directly in the designated area.

A large amount of warp energy flowed into the ports, transforming into physical monsters. One end was blocked by Imperial forces or the Cursed Legion that had been deployed early on, while the other end joined the already chaotic battlefield, while the creatures still in the midst of it remained completely unaware.

That's for sure. Don't underestimate this piece of debris. Considering the intricate network of pathways within it, the total volume of this fragment is comparable to that of a star system.

The network is so vast that, in terms of spatial volume, even the star systems containing the Empire's millions of worlds, along with their interconnected shipping lanes, could not fill this seemingly endless world.

"This section was well chosen."

Guilliman, watching from afar, was commenting on the colorful aliens and demons, and felt that he had been rather ignorant during the Great Crusade.

Guilliman doesn't really understand many things about the world today—but of course, nobody thinks that's his problem.

Macurag is now far stronger than it used to be, both in terms of its positioning and internal relationships.

With an unpredictable and capricious father like the Emperor, plus a bunch of neurotic brothers, Guilliman, as the Primarch, doesn't need to deal with things like 'warp science' or 'webpath races,' which are common knowledge to the current high command.

However, with the Imperium humans, as a quasi-pseudo-race, forced to come into contact with the warp, Guilliman, as the Regent of the Imperium, could no longer remain a pseudo-Muggle.

If Guilliman were simply sent back to Alterama, he would still have to learn these things, but now that he's with Dawnwing, it's much easier for him to catch up.

Romulus, Karna, and Guilliman have now completed their work to stabilize the situation in the Great Vortex.

Now that Guilliman has clarified the political situation in the real universe, he is preparing to conduct a patrol around the entire Misty Starfield, covering more than 3 star sectors and a total of more than 40 planets. While resolving problems in various places, he will also further exert direct influence on these places, aiming to bring these planets under the leadership of the Imperial Council, the highest organization of the Empire.

The Imperial Council, after the return of Llane and Guilliman, aimed to build a ruling system centered on the Primarchs. After all, the Dawnwings were essentially a small group of four, including Romulus, and of course, they welcomed their allies to join.

Guilliman initially thought the name was too offensive, and teased Karna by saying, "It didn't say which empire it was," and the matter was dropped.

When Guilliman actually got to work, he discovered that the talent accumulated under the Dawnwing policy over the years had rendered many sector administrative members unnecessary. Even Guilliman, who was used to political thinking, had to admit that he could choose the simplest solution when faced with a dilemma.

That's killing!

Hedonistic star sector nobles, bloated local officials, and separatists opposing the central government.
There is absolutely no need to compromise with them for the sake of maintaining order. The civil servants who have been unable to advance in the Dawn Star Sector and Great Otlama for so many years are always hoping for a place to improve their careers. Their professionalism is far superior to that of these rulers who are still living in a feudal era.

All I can say is that I've never fought such a rich war before.

"what?"

Ramses, the instigator, blinked, looking puzzled.

"I just picked it randomly."

Ramses replied.

He simply provided the green-skinned soldiers with some shelter to prevent them from dying on landing; the rest were just randomly selected.

"Such an environment is very common in the online world."

Evelynn, who had received intensive training from the Old Prophet, the Sun Lord, and the Jesters before becoming a Primarch Advisor, offered a timely explanation.

Ever since the Eldar lost control of the Web, things have been like this: all sorts of supernatural and mystical things have grown wildly, like moss growing under trees on a rainy day.

Guilliman was slightly taken aback.

"I understand."

He nodded to his advisor, then carefully selected a document from the thick stack of books and marked it as important.

Internet Environment Stabilization Plan

He was clearly not very happy.

No wonder Ramses said that the rebels of Astartes didn't have to worry about being purged by the Emperor even after the completion of the Webway Project; it turns out there was such a huge pit waiting for them.

Fortunately, the empire now has this capability.

In the projection, the Imperial Army and the Cursed Legion were methodically sealing off the gaps in the broken network.

Thick alloy plates were extracted from the interiors of the hovering Imperial warships and precisely hoisted into place by heavy robotic arms, forming fortresses within the network. Psionic barrier generators deployed a pale golden protective shield outside the openings, isolating the chaotic energy of the warp.

In the real world, a steady stream of transport fleets were heading towards the base. Huge transport ships were unloading crates of supplies, including weapons and ammunition, energy cores, and various sophisticated scientific research equipment parts.

The warriors assisted the researchers in constructing a series of scientific facilities. These subspace facilities, which were built in advance within the Formless Heaven, were deployed directly through the Formless Heaven. They also opened a new route for importing demons directly into the park, where they were further processed.

The physical rules of the Internet are close to those of the real universe, but the passage of time is as chaotic and disordered as that of the subspace. Under the shaping of the ancient saints, this time often passes faster than in reality, making Guilliman feel as if he is watching a documentary that has been fast-forwarded.

Guilliman took a breath and buried the shock deep in his heart.

"hope everything is fine."

He said it sincerely.

From any perspective, the internet is undeniably crucial to humanity.

"That is certainly impossible."

Ramses replied from the other end of the communication.

"???"

Guilliman asked a question mark.

The Webway fragments have been initially sealed off, the Imperial forces are in place, and the target Xenomorph is trapped inside. As long as its warp space is continuously compressed and it is given enough survival pressure, it can be further promoted to evolve towards the Webway environment.

"What risks are there now that we've come this far?" Ramses didn't reply immediately. Being in the warp, he kept observing his surroundings, looking eager to try.

He had already put away the tunnel boring machine, and a huge, uncertain light and shadow appeared behind him, like a nebula composed of countless star fragments, slowly hovering around the tunnel fragments.

Every now and then, this ball of light would extend a few slender energy tentacles, gently touching the edge of the fragment of the net, adjusting its position to ensure that the severed net would neither drift too far nor re-enter the main body of the net, leaving room for future reconnection.

"coming."

Not long after, just as Ramses was about to completely seal off the network fragments, he looked into the distance and smiled.

The next moment, the already erratic tides of the warp suddenly became even more violent. As countless demons fled against the tide, a dazzling green light tore through the darkness of the warp, piercing through the demons like a meteor and heading straight for Ramses.

He quickly pulled the Emperor's avatar to protect him, then shrank back, carrying the fragments of the net path with him.

The green light struck the Emperor, who was still summoning his true form.

clang! ! !
A deafening roar echoed through the subspace, like two stars colliding.

The golden psionic barrier lit up instantly, and sparks of energy burst forth at the point of collision with the green light. The shockwave spread outwards, sending the fleeing demons flying and turning them into energy fragments.

“waaaagh!!!”

A ferocious roar resounded throughout the entire warp, the most ancient savagery and fanaticism of life sweeping across everything around, as if igniting the blood of those who heard it, making them involuntarily want to rush forward and fight.

The darkness of the warp was illuminated by two enormous figures, and two orcs, each the size of a small asteroid, slowly emerged.

They were covered in thick, spiked armor, stained with dried black blood and the remains of various creatures, and every inch of their skin was covered with battle scars that shimmered red.

Two pairs of blood-red eyes stared intently at Ramses and the incarnation of the Emperor, their fierce light gleaming as if they wanted to tear everything in front of them to shreds.

"This is--"

Guilliman exclaimed.

"Go after Mao, the god of the green skin, literally."

Ramses patiently explained the science.

In the psionic observation facility that was simultaneously observing this subspace region, countless researchers and psionicists specializing in psionic fields gathered around the observation screen, their hands flying across the instruments as they recorded the scene before them. Even the Eldar prophet, who was serving as a teaching assistant, stared intently at the screen, sketching the images of the two deities in his own way.

This was the first time they had observed a warp deity of another race in such a direct and close-up way.

As for the Four Chaos Gods, they are beyond the observation of living beings; currently, only the Emperor has the means to observe them.

“wa——”

The moment he appeared, Brother Gao Mao roared and pounced on the shrimps' god, arriving in an instant.

We must not let these bastards succeed.

A voice echoed deep within Mao Erge's consciousness.

Another race is about to rise.

A sense of crisis drives them to act.

They are the guardians of the Greenskins, a status not bestowed by anyone, but rather inherent since the emergence of the Greenskin race.

Having experienced wars, they know all too well the responsibilities bestowed upon them by the ancient race that had long since perished.

Faced with the pressure brought by the ever-growing human race, and the secret schemes of those gods, this instinct was fully activated at this moment, prompting Brother Gao Mao to make the most direct response.

This galaxy cannot have another overlord.

From the Star Gods, to the Necromancers, to the Eldar, and finally to humanity.
The Star Gods, in league with the Necromancers, annihilated the Old Ones, plunging the Warp into endless chaos and leading to the Old Ones' extinction. The Necromancers' jealousy was the cause of this tragedy.

The Eldar, on the other hand, were not ambitious and made no progress during their sixty million years of dominance. Humans caught up with them in just tens of thousands of years and later even gave birth to Slaanesh, a Chaos God.

Humanity today is even more extraordinary, not only raising a Chaos God, but also having at least thirteen Lesser Gods under its command.

This is the disaster brought about by every overlord.

Every ascent to the summit is accompanied by endless fighting and destruction.

Those once-invincible races, driven by greed and ambition, devoured everything, ultimately dragging the entire galaxy into an even deeper abyss of destruction. Now, humanity is about to embark on the same path, using their web, their armies, and, at the instigation of the warp gods, seeking to become the new rulers.

This is the fact.

This is something that Mao Zedong absolutely cannot tolerate.

This instinct was so strong that it drove Gao Mao Erge to temporarily abandon their endless fighting and begin to stop the two gods who wanted to bring it all together.

Green, raging psionic energy intertwined around them, forming a massive energy barrier that isolated them from the surrounding warp turbulence.

Their goal is clear: to stop humanity, thwart the schemes of these greedy gods, and ensure that this galaxy forever maintains the order they deem appropriate.

There are no overlords, only endless battles, and no longer any clear outcome.

"I knew it—"

Facing the emotionally charged impact, Ramses slapped his forehead, shaking off the excitement he felt from getting his second brother to make a move.

Why should they be the ones to bear the debt when it was clearly the Star Gods, Space Necromancers, Eldar, and Emperors who maxed out their credit cards?

He could say that Dawnwing actually has a plan for future development. Look, after getting through the extreme situation in the early stages, they are now gradually opening up and starting to absorb Eldar and space undead. If they rescue Elsa, they might even be able to intermarry and completely integrate. In the future, if they solve the Chaos threat, their journey will be to the stars.
These two might be too muscular to be trusted.

Furthermore, do the Eldar and Necromancers, remnants of the previous dynasty, still have any credit card balances?

"Hey~"

Ramses felt he had to put more pressure on Tarachin. The fact that the galaxy was in such a terrible state and they were still willing to play along meant that the Wings of Dawn should really collect a gratitude tax from the entire galaxy.

He manipulated the shifting light and shadow behind him, twisting the invisible light into a thicker curtain, allowing the emperor's avatar to withstand the relentless onslaught.

Fine cracks have appeared on the golden psionic barrier, and the green, violent energy seeps into the cracks like venomous snakes, making the outline of the Emperor's avatar somewhat unstable.

"Old Man Huang?"

"It's on its way, just nine more minutes."

The emperor replied, fully demonstrating his credibility.

Guilliman, far away on the other side of the galaxy, turned pale.

(End of this chapter)