This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 525 If subspace methods don't work, let's use real-world methods. We have plenty of experienced veterans.

The collisions between lesser gods in the warp are far more violent than those in the real universe.

In the galaxy, even lesser gods often need long-term planning, considerable effort, and a great deal of luck to descend upon the real universe they so yearn for and get a share of the feast of the gods.

Destroy a planet, disrupt the order of several star sectors, cause some trouble for the enemy, and annoy them.

In the end, they are often beaten up by various heroes in the real universe and kicked back to the warp to start reloading.

But in the subspace, it's completely different.

Here, there are no rules of reality to bind you. Every fight is filled with naked ferocity. Mental power, pulled by the will of each other, transforms into spearheads and shields. When they collide, they cause the warp to churn.

However, the warp contains endless essence within the tides that have been unmanaged and unconcentrated over millions of years. The newly blasted gaps are quickly filled with this essence, which then transforms into the force for the next attack and defense by both sides, allowing this violent clash to continue indefinitely.

Each of them is the master of their own little world, all-seeing and all-powerful, each a colossus that shakes the heavens and the earth.

In the real universe, no matter how awesome you are, it's all fake.

In the sea of ​​souls, you can just keep blowing.

It's all true.

Wow!
Another axe cleaved down, stirring up countless galaxies.

"I'm so annoyed."

After realizing he hadn't managed to cut anything, Mao Ge, wiping the demonic smudges off his face, complained to Gao Ge.

"I'm annoyed too!"

Brother Gao is dragging Ramses and beating him mercilessly, but the seemingly brutal blows still keep that writhing blob of light alive and kicking even after blasting apart a series of planets.

"I think I need to think about it."

As Gao Ge said this, his movements loosened slightly.

The writhing ball of light seized the opportunity, provocatively extending a tentacle that lashed out at the face of the second brother, before retreating back into its shell like a turtle, a defiant intent emanating from it.

"Anxious."

"Wa!!!!"

The two giants' aura surged, and they leaped up again.

The subspace became increasingly turbulent due to the endless mutual attacks.

The interplay of cold and heat drew countless beings from the subspace into the fray. As the gods clashed, these beings were absorbed, pulverized, and ultimately transformed into a part of the gods' power, their cries growing ever louder.

Countless gazes turned in horror to that tiny part of the subspace at that moment, watching the ripples that were splashed up with the fighting.

It's like watching a night view of the real universe, with scattered points of light that could be stars or distant spaceships. But compared to the relative stillness on the other side of the real universe, everything here is spinning wildly and irregularly.

The stars are shifting, the spaceship is moving, drifting uncontrollably. Judging from the sounds of tearing, collapsing, and structural damage, it will soon suffer severe structural integrity loss and disintegrate, gradually forming a broken shell that slowly rotates in orbital decay through continuous aggregation and fragmentation.

But after that, it might be captured by an even larger fragment, or it might be possessed by demons and those unfortunate souls who strayed into the warp, or it might start burning on the spot and be dragged into the depths of the warp to die quietly.

It is impossible to discern its ultimate fate, just as this world has been utterly devoid of order since the passing of the ancient saints.

The gods watched with curiosity, the demons fled in panic, and countless beings in the real universe noticed their prophets or shamans convulsing and then dying, filled with confusion and having no idea what had happened.

Only Mao Zedong is still steadfastly fulfilling his duties.

That is destruction.

This will prevent any attempt to go further, whether good or bad, from succeeding.

"Uslan, take note of this. I'm making the following arrangements."

"Hilanderi Veilwalker is relieved of all overseas assignments effective immediately. The Midnight Tragedy Troupe will stay with her in the Faceless Realm to provide catalog assistance. Meanwhile, you will go with the Shadow of Dreams to the Black Library to hand over the catalog system of the Chaos Division. Be quick."

"The Beettan team now submits the model, remember to annotate it, and then moves on to the next round. The think tanks begin to validate the next batch of new models, making sure to ensure their practicality."

"Brother Ramses, if you trust me, I'll grant you some privileges; I can even play for you in some areas."

The Formless Heaven had long since transformed into a giant thought center, and under the organization of Qiao Gaoqi, who rushed to the scene upon hearing the news, countless mental pathways connected various working groups.

While integrating various information from the outside world, it connects with the knowledge treasury built up over a long period of time and through the selfless dedication of the demons, and takes the lead in coordinating and distributing information. Its voice is transmitted to the minds of each member through the mental link.

Highly skilled Eldar prophets were responsible for constructing various spells to deal with attacks from the Eldar, while human psychics, whose skills had not yet fully absorbed the Eldar's psychic wisdom, were responsible for mechanically repeating and verifying these spells.

The whole thing can be understood as a system that is being programmed at high speed and then its reliability is being verified, but this is done by humans.

In the images layered and staggered across time and space, they observe Gao Mao Erge's every move up close through the vision of the formless god.

In the vision of Brother Mao, countless ripples spread within the fluid-like invisible light, making the beasts feel deeply uncomfortable, as if countless eyes were watching them, almost seeing right through them.

The only saving grace was that the golden giant hadn't arrived yet. After all, the warp wasn't exactly a place where one could judge the passage of time, and the two brothers figured they could fight for quite a while longer.

"It can only maintain a stalemate, and it's too costly."

The Eldar prophet beside him spoke slowly:
"As fellow disciples of the Ancients, we have never had much conflict with the Orcs, especially when the Pantheon still existed. The legacy of the gods and the Ancients allowed us to be free from worries about the trivial matters of the Warp, which allowed us to waste too much time."

He was very old; even Uslan, who was known for his seniority, could only be called a child in comparison.

This old man had personally experienced the Pantheon's heyday and had seen the appearance of the Spirit Race gods. Even in today's Spirit Race society, he is a rare living fossil.

"Avoiding unnecessary risks, this is all we can do."

"Hey~"

He sighed as he said this.

The surrounding spirits were also filled with deep remorse.

Faced with the stable stalemate, the Spirit Race members couldn't help but feel distressed and saddened by their lack of experience.

The power of the subspace is simply too mysterious to be quantified by data alone. It is like the mysticism of various civilizations, requiring mostly speculation and verification.

Meanwhile, the Eldar race was busy enjoying themselves when they should have been accumulating and exploring. Even as the most ancient race of spiritual energy, they hadn't figured out how to build the Web after 60 million years, nor had they thought about finding the three artifacts that the ancients used to build the Web.

If it weren't for their exceptionally solid foundation, their existence would probably only be found in the museum of some space ghost by now.

"Enough is enough."

Seeing that Ramses had been given some room to maneuver under orders, and that he was able to manage to take a couple of hits from the enemy despite being surrounded by the enemy, Qiao Gaoqi looked quite pleased with himself.

That's more like it. When faced with a threat, everyone should work together. If Asuyan had been willing to let him drive back then, even if they couldn't win, they could have escaped.

At the same time, the Clown God secretly praised Ramses' mech as quite reliable, worthy of being the skin of Amun and Ra from the ancient Terran mythology.

Given its current strength, if it could be incorporated into the belief system of the Imperial State Religion, a mainstream denomination, then dealing with Birac might actually be able to counteract the Unstable Twistedness.

"not enough."

Uslan agreed with the sage's words and didn't pay much attention to Chogochi's statement, nodding subconsciously without realizing that his response contradicted the gods. This made Chogochi, who had been happily praising his reliable teammate just a moment ago, feel uneasy.

"really."

Hilandri, who had just arrived to report for duty, also noticed the sighs and groans of the leadership team. She immediately put down the catalog of soul stones that had been entered into her mind and expressed her sincere approval.

This made Qiao Gaoqi fall silent, feeling somewhat ashamed.

It seems his awareness is somewhat lacking.

Again.

Regardless of whether you are now an Eldar or any other race, since you have entered the Realm of No Form to work for Ramses, the value you create in your work and every penny you save for Ramses will be returned to you under the guidance of the conscience of the officials.

We must unwaveringly agree to any decision made by Lord Ramses.

Any instructions given by Lord Ramses must be carried out without hesitation.

As long as it is in Lord Ramses's interest, it must be firmly upheld!

"so--"

Nestled among the Spirit Race, Qiao Gaoqi, who showed no airs of a god, shook the constantly updated documents in his hand and glanced sideways at a certain peripheral figure who had come closer.

"What are you here for?"

As the current pillar of the Spirit Race, the Purple Gold Beam that spans the sea, Qiao Gaoqi, who successfully begged for food for the Spirit Race with his shamelessness, has never had any good feelings towards the ancient enemy, the Necromancer of the Space.

There's no way around it; competitors are enemies.

"To save money for our competitors."

The curator of the Imperial History Museum, the current supreme representative of the Space Necromancer race, the Endless One, Tarasin, rubbed his hands together, looking at a bill on the edge of the control panel that was skyrocketing as the battle progressed.

As one of the earliest Xenomorphs to connect with Dawnwing, and having been in close contact with the four Transmigrators for a long time when Dawnwing was still in its early stages, he had a clearer understanding of the operating mechanism of Dawnwing's power.

"Since subspace methods are not feasible, let's try some practical methods."

"Oh?"

Qiao Gaoqi became somewhat interested.

Back in the War of Heaven, the Ancient Saints and the Star Gods fought each other. The next level will be a chaotic battle between the Space Necromancers, the Eldar, and the Krok Orcs.

Moreover, the Necromancers in space didn't immediately go into slumber after their rebellion. Instead, they carried a bunch of Star God fragments and only chose to go into slumber after confirming that they couldn't defeat the Eldar, who had fully inherited the legacy of the Ancients. Otherwise, why would they have gone into slumber if they could have defeated them?

He remembered the slogans of the Silent King Szalak: "Let time kill our enemies, and let our immortality be the final victory in the galaxy."

Unable to win a fight, they plan to find a propitious place to bury themselves, trying to deceive themselves by outlasting their opponents.

The Eldar are immortal beings! Their bodies age and they can be fully revived after a trip through the Warp. How are you soulless, rusty iron lumps supposed to survive?
Back then, Chogochi mocked Szalak for a long time, saying that with their Eldar gods, it was one thing if the Eldar didn't develop to the level of the Ancients, but surely they wouldn't just die suddenly while possessing two worlds, the Milky Way and the Warp.
Unfortunately, the boomerang came a little too fast. By the time Asuyan finished his series of fancy moves and started waiting to die, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Tell me."

Stopping Hilandri, who was about to throw the dead man who was causing trouble, Chogochi asked.

As a fellow veteran who has personally survived the battle in Heaven, the other side might have a better way.

What are your qualifications?
Approaching Chogochi, he provocatively raised his metallic eyebrows at Hilandri.

Have you ever fought in the Heaven's War?

The little spirit's face contorted with anger, and Tarasin opened one hand, revealing a massive iron-gray pyramid.

"Pumice Tower".

Embedded with fragments of the Star God, it can stabilize reality, is equipped with various highly lethal weapons, and is also a core with infinite energy. It is one of the super weapons controlled by the space necromancers in the post-Heavenly War era.

Qiao Gaoqi recognized this thing.

How did you meet?
He was attacked by a swarm of these things; they almost killed him.

Its strength has been personally verified by the Joker God, so it's guaranteed!

But then he shook his head and rejected Tarasin's proposal.

"not enough."

Qiao Gaoqi recalled the effort exerted by the Floating Stone Tower and then explained:

“I’ve dealt with things like this before. Multiple giant towers might be enough to deal with me, but they’re far from enough to deal with the Gomao. Moreover, deploying them in the network is very risky. The other side can directly draw power from the subspace to fight back. Your giant tower will definitely collapse due to overload.”

They're quite professional.

Tarasin raised an eyebrow.

The Clown God looked like he couldn't bear to look back.

Don't ask, the answer is I got beaten up badly.

But as he said, this thing only hit him.

In the real universe, it would be fine, but deploying a giant floating stone tower inside the Web Fragment to deal with the Goma is simply unrealistic; it would be more like using a world engine.

Even if they could be placed in front of Mao through the crack in the network, these two could only stare helplessly.

Unfortunately, Tal Rashin, as a mere overlord of the undead, was too weak and lacked the power to activate the world engine.

"That was before. Before, we needed to trap the Star God with the Infinite Maze, so even though the output of the Floating Stone Tower was theoretically infinite, the Star God fragments would still escape due to overload."

Tarasin waved his hand, and the massive pyramid was disassembled into its intricate structure in the projection, its creation, once a secret of a race, now laid bare before their former enemy.

"But things are different now. Lord Arthur can mass-produce unconscious Star God fragments, and their living metal bodies become the only energy source. Past safety measures are redundant, and they can unleash a suppressive force far exceeding that of the past."

"Moreover, our technology has stood the test of time and does not require any mystical rituals; it's plug-and-play."

After saying that, Tarasin pointed to the Eldar and humans who were still busy at work, and replied arrogantly, leaving the surrounding Eldar confused.

At first, I didn't believe it, but then I turned my head and noticed the clown's thoughtful face.

It was clear that Taraxin's suggestion was effective in the eyes of the Clown God.

Now I have to believe it.

As they diligently carried out their tasks, they unconsciously swallowed hard.

Is this what it means to have fought in the war for heaven?

So all that fighting and magic here is less effective than the undead in space moving a few pyramids over?

　P.S.: Waaaaah, I feel completely insane, it's already 1 AM!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)