This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 524 Ramses: What are you babbling about? Go talk to my million-dollar industrial park working group.

"Alas--"

The green energy shockwaves continued to bombard the defenses. Seeing Old Man Huang reopening the wounds of a certain regent, Ramses, while setting up the framework of the network fragments, looked down on the other party.

"You've also been possessed by the High Lord?"

We agreed to work together, and if we got beaten up, we'd fight back side by side. How come you're still in the discussion stage?

Why is your Emperor emitting blue light?

You come out from behind me first!

The emperor replied irritably:

"Shall we switch?"

At this very moment, on the face of this emperor incarnate, the expression that was originally relatively peaceful was changing rapidly, so fast that it was impossible to see the whole picture.

One second he was a saint with compassionate eyes, the next he became a gambler with fanatical eyes and a crazy posture, and in the blink of an eye he switched to a killer with cold eyes and a murderous aura. There were even a few strange postures with blurred faces and forms that could not even be considered ordinary humans.

These expressions are not simple emotional changes, but rather the struggle for dominance among countless personalities deep within the Emperor's consciousness. Countless emotions are churning wildly in his mind: anger, compassion, madness, calmness, greed, and selflessness, like a pot of boiling porridge, without a moment of peace.

Now, under the overarching premise of protecting humanity, the Emperor is urging his creation—a entity that has been worshipped by the state religion for nearly ten thousand years, and which combines various ancient myths with its essence as the Dark Lord—to undergo more refined operations.

While preventing the attack on Mao Zedong, he made sure he didn't accidentally take down Ramses as well.

The beating of Mao Erge was to ensure the smooth progress of the Internet Road Project, while the beating of Ramses was driven by the sense of crisis that humanity's future was never in its own hands.

Humanity's future must not fall into the hands of others.

This is the arrogance of an emperor, and also the reason why he still chooses to stand up again after countless immortals have chosen to give up after countless cycles of victory and defeat.

However, the current emperor clearly hopes that 'himself' won't be so proactive.

Some even more outrageous personalities don't consider the Dawnwings as their own people at all, and have fully learned from the lesson of half of their sons rebelling during the Great Crusade, planning to wipe them all out in one fell swoop, and then create a new batch of individuals who will completely obey them, just like they created the Primarchs.

If Arthur hadn't been able to accurately select the recognizable personalities from among them, and if Ramses hadn't provided targeted assistance to these personalities, relying on the power of more pure souls to overwhelm other consciousnesses, it would have been difficult for them to exert their subjective initiative.

This was not a friendly negotiation.

It's a life-or-death struggle.

In a world unseen by Ramesses, the Emperor, who was conversing with him, had just stabbed to death a personality with a maniacal smile, who seemed to be begging for death. A few minutes later, while gripping the steering wheel of the Emperor, he was stabbed in the back by a personality with tears streaming down its face, who seemed to be begging for death.

In this magnificent, golden space of consciousness, filled with an endless array of seats, chaos reigned.

Every second, new personalities emerge. Some are torn apart by the personalities next to them as soon as they take shape, while others frantically devour weak but similar fragments of consciousness to grow stronger.

These personalities were all shaped by countless spiritual echoes in the subspace, and their goal was to protect humanity, but their methods of doing so were vastly different.

Some personalities are clad in golden armor, wielding sharp swords, single-mindedly focused on eliminating all enemies, whether it's Mao Erge or Dawn Wings, they must be driven by them.

Some personalities wear glasses, clutch densely packed plans in their hands, their minds filled with calculations, thinking of sacrificing a small group of people for overall victory.

Others have personalities covered in wounds, with empty eyes, believing that only by sacrificing everything can humanity survive, and even wanting to destroy themselves.

There are no rules, no compromises, and the only way to gain dominance is through mutual slaughter. Each personality fights with all their might, using energy weapons to slash and stab, using psionic shockwaves to bombard, and even pouncing on each other to tear each other apart with their teeth.

This is far more exciting than any High Lords Council; it's a completely unrestricted fighting tournament. Only by winning can one be qualified to control this invincible body that has been worshipped for ten thousand years.

It really is a battle between the left and right hemispheres in the literal sense.

"That's absolutely not possible."

Ramses shook his head vigorously without even thinking.

To reiterate, everyone believes in the Emperor's determination to save humanity, but absolutely does not believe in the methods he uses to do so.

Countless people have generated countless positive or negative opinions about the story of the Great Crusade, leading to heated debates. Even now, Dawnwing doesn't dare to define the Emperor, because even they are not certain whether some of the Emperor's actions were right or wrong, they just know how amazing the Emperor's actions were.

"Then let's hold on a little longer."

The Emperor's avatar's chaotic switching of expressions abruptly stopped, and his originally cloudy eyes instantly became serious and sharp, clearly indicating that he had gained the upper hand in the elbow strike competition.

"It's almost there."

"Row."

Ramses responded with a single word, and his consciousness instantly sank.

If the emperor can't be relied upon, then he has no choice but to hold out for a while.

His consciousness quickly returned to the Formless Heaven, belonging to the formless and formless Lord—

That secondary divine realm, constructed from the fear and fantasies of countless subspace beings towards Ramses, was now like a massive, high-speed workshop.

Countless figures were busy at work.

Eldar prophets hovered before the star map, exchanging ancient knowledge with their ancestors and descendants, deducing every slight change in the warp. Human psionicists sat in circles in various educational institutions, passing on psionic information to each other, constantly verifying their knowledge under the guidance of mentors.

The park's manager is on the demon production line, dismantling the imprisoned demons, efficiently integrating the information fragments that construct these demons, inputting knowledge, and invisibly deterring those who harbor侥幸心理 (a sense of侥幸, or a belief that they can get away with it).

There are also scholars with unique understanding of the subspace. Some are consulting ancient documents that have been collected and would never have been made public in the past, constructing spells to meet their work requirements. Others are using strange instruments to record and observe subspace phenomena. Everyone is racing against time to meet the KPIs set on their work panels.

The moment Ramses' consciousness sank in, all the busy figures stopped moving, and a clear instruction appeared before their eyes.

[The formless god has given his decree]

[Requirements: All staff must collaborate, all other work requirements must be postponed, and all core working groups must be assisted in immediately optimizing the current structure of the Wuxiang Shenya space barrier, analyzing the capability structure of Gao Mao Erge, and providing the best support plan for external defense.]

Rewards: All participants will receive an additional week of rotational leave, arranged by their respective group leaders. Based on their contributions, participants can collect a fixed amount of souls from the park for the construction of the subspace gathering place and for their activities in the real universe. Attachments: "Historical Data on Mao Erge", "WA Stance Characteristics Analysis", "Research on the Nature of Orc Gods", etc.

Without any unnecessary words, the requirements, information, rewards, and instructions were directly imprinted into everyone's consciousness.

The group of people, who were busy with their own tasks, were stunned for a moment, then revealed a fanatical expression, vowing to complete their work perfectly.

Is this God?

Did such gods exist in the warp before?
They not only provided shelters, but they also gave money!
No need to suffer through the real universe scams to meet KPIs. The Formless God will assign you work. You don't have to worry about being transformed into a demon or being pulverized by the warp tides. In the physical universe, you can find a planet to build a home, and in the warp, you can have a detached house. The Formless Heaven will directly grant you land to live on!

Round-trip service is also available!
The God of No Form, Loyal!!!

"It wasn't a waste of money to raise these people."

The authority that had been brought forth below retracted the application template that had been prepared by the group of psychic powers, and Ramses nodded in satisfaction.

Although the universe is full of monsters and demons that are difficult to resist with force, and no matter how much collective power there is, it will only be torn apart, Ramses still has great faith in collective wisdom.

To be honest, although a long lifespan and powerful hardware can usually give an individual far more insight and knowledge than ordinary people, from the Emperor, Tzeentch, and the Eldar gods to a race leader like the Silent King, none of them seem to be associated with wisdom in Ramses' eyes.

Of course, it was truly astonishing.

But if we're talking about using wisdom to solve this rapidly changing crisis, Ramses thinks we should rely on the hard-working guys in the Formless Heaven.

Under the guidance of numerous Eldar prophets, a series of targeted contingency plans were quickly formulated, and then each group began to study solutions to these plans.

How to ensure the security of network fragments under the violent attacks of "Brother Mao"? How to use the intangible and formless characteristics to efficiently counter the violent authority symbolized by "Brother Mao"? How to accurately predict the attack methods and take precautions in advance?

After Qiao Gaoqi officially invested in Dawnwing, the Eldar are still the main force in warp space research.

In particular, after various Ark worlds successively sent the Eternal Circuits that preserve the souls of their ancestors into the Formless Heaven, combined with the Black Library opened to the Wings of Dawn by the Clown God of Skill, this directly led to an explosion in the talent pool of psionicists.

Those Eldar ancestors who slumbered in the Eternal Circuit awakened with ancient knowledge and experience, and worked alongside psionicists and scholars in the present world, increasing their work efficiency many times over.

Of course, the price was that each Ark world placed its biggest weakness on Ramses.

The Eldar of the Ark were also aware of this inequality.

They knew that the essence of these eternal circuits was definitely gone, but the focus of their cooperation was not whether these ancestral souls could return, but whether these ancestral souls still existed.

Existence is the foundation of cooperation.

If one day these souls, which have been used as collateral, can no longer even exist, then it will naturally mean that the cooperation between the two parties has collapsed.

Of course, this threshold might be even higher for the Eldar.

After all, it's better to die a good death than to report to the youngest lady, right?
The requirement was that, ultimately, each item be transformed into a tangible result, which Ramses, the master, could then choose arbitrarily.

When Brother Mao finally managed to get past the Emperor's incarnation's protection and was ready to give Ramses a good beating, he found that he couldn't hit him at all.

Even though they were all minor gods and their ranks were roughly the same, when Brother Gao Mao raised his fists and palms to prepare for a thrilling wrestling match with Ramses, Ramses seemed to be enveloped in an invisible membrane of light, making him incredibly slippery.

The second brother's fist, carrying a force that could tear through subspace, slammed down, but it slid off the light membrane and hit nothing.

They reached out unwillingly, but their fingertips barely touched the light membrane before sinking into a soft sponge. Without even touching the hem of the other's clothes, Ramses, like a constantly twisting slime, swayed gently in the violent energy impact, always maintaining a safe distance, floating far above the fragments of the net.

There's no other reason than that Wuxiangtian's collaboration efficiency is simply too high.

The Eldar prophet accurately deduced the attack habits of the second brother, the scholars dissected its power transmission method, and Ramses perfectly implemented the defense plan by amplifying the Eldar Blackrock Fortress and the bottomless soul reserves.

What Brother Mao was facing was not a single subspace entity, but a large group of highly efficient entities controlled by different minds.

Each person is responsible for a specific step, from prediction and analysis to execution, with each step seamlessly connected and without any flaws.

“waaaagh!!!”

Brother Gao roared, his attacks becoming even more ferocious. He rammed his fists, palms, and even his head against the wall, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through the slippery energy membrane.

Its attacks were like hitting cotton, all its power was easily neutralized. This feeling of being unable to exert its strength made it increasingly irritable, and its scarlet eyes were almost spitting fire.

In the distance, Mao Ge, wielding an axe, broke through the Emperor's blockade and charged over. He swung his giant axe, ignoring Ramses, and slashed towards the direction of the Netway fragment.

But as soon as the axe light approached the energy membrane, its trajectory was deflected by the pre-activated interference waveband. The invisible light that came into contact with the attack dissipated, and the attack grazed the edge of the network fragment and slashed into the depths of the subspace, creating countless ripples and wailing demons.

Ramses hovered in mid-air, feeling the continuous support from the Formless Heaven. His gaze grew increasingly calm, and he became more and more satisfied with the scholars' performance.

The purpose of employing so many people is to ensure they serve a purpose.
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"What are you busy with?"

A casual voice mingled with the chatter of the crowd. It wasn't loud, but it carried a nonchalant air and went unnoticed by those around it.

A strikingly dark gray figure approached.

In stark contrast to the delicate features of the Eldar and the vibrant energy of humans, it exudes an inescapable metallic aura.

"Fight Orcs?"

Because it was too notorious within the race and could not represent the race at all, it was useless after contributing some of the space necromancy technology and star god fragment reserves. Even its historical niche was occupied by the Inquisitor. A certain enthusiastic person who did not want to reveal his name raised an eyebrow and noticed the needs on the old prophet's panel.

What kind of warp would be used to deal with the Orks?
Talasi, who had recently become a marginal figure in the Dawnwing ecosystem, suddenly brightened up, like a skilled technician who had finally found a job he could take on.

These Eldar are still trying to stall each other, waiting for their Warp God.

Tarasin then used the special privileges granted to him by the Wings of Dawn to check what had happened, and his desire to show off suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart.

To defeat the Orcs, you'd need a Star God.

　P.S.: Sorry I'm late, boohoo.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)