This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 526 Feel the fear, natives of the Warhammer universe, you will feel the pain of being enslaved by the gods!

"So, is there a more economical and stable method now?"

Ramses asked a question during a lull in the fighting, his eyes fixed on Gao Mao's movements.

"Yes."

Qiao Gaoqi summoned a vortex of invisible light, gathered it in his hand, and shaped it with his mind, stretching it into a bright, thin line. Then he wrapped it into the shape of an ouroboros, tied a knot, and twisted out thirteen sharp spikes to make the shaped light even brighter and more dazzling.

The protection, a product of the ancient spirit race's wisdom, is ready, adjusted, and set to guardian.

The intense heat scorched him, and deep green sparks swirled around Ramses like a blizzard of unpredictable stars.

Everything is ready.

Qiao Gaoqi took over the task of building the defensive system. He was surrounded by rolling heat waves, and the entire defensive circle constructed from invisible light was groaning. Its structure was twisted and deformed under the raging heat and the ever-increasing penetration of consciousness.

However, Mao's anger was obviously ineffective; from their perspective, the fragments to be destroyed seemed endless.

The area enveloping the network fragments and shrouded in light was no longer a clearly defined real space structure, but rather a phantom projection.

According to the classification of knowledge about subspace, this region created by Qiao Gaoqi is a threshold space, which is an ambiguous state when a structure is transitioning to another structure that has not yet been fully established. It has the characteristics of ambiguity, openness, indeterminacy and temporariness.

For example, if Mao Erge destroys a fragment, Qiao Gaoqi can use the mechanism of the Wuxiang God to find out that the fragment is a false result, and then put the siege into a stalemate.

The material universe often does not allow for such ambiguous results.

However, such existence is common in the subspace and can be maintained for a long time if necessary.

Chogochi, who was skillfully maneuvering through the ferocious attacks of the two Orc leaders, offered an explanation.

"The essence of subspace is disorder. Compared to reality, subspace makes the digital boundaries of a region blurry and turns the deepest emotions into real monsters, which directly makes it difficult for us to make data-level judgments."

He used the invisible light to block Gao Ge's next punch, and after a ripple, his supple body shifted the distance between him and Gao Ge. Then, he spent some soul energy to retrieve the missed result from the threshold space.

The threat seems to have been avoided.

However, as Gao Ge let out a determined roar, the fist, filled with ferocious power, seemed to respond to Gao Ge's desire, and even though it missed, it still splashed ripples on the body of the Formless God.

After receiving this damage, the invisible light immediately began to reconstruct itself.

The light spun like iridescent ink, replacing the defensive structure of the network fragments and covering the gaps connecting to the subspace with gold and emerald-green gems that appeared out of nowhere.

The gaps in the netting that had been breached by Gao Ge reappeared, sprouting supporting pillars that connected with each other.

Distance and direction spread along the constantly disturbed subspace tides, and three-dimensional space pushed open in every direction, reconstructing a seemingly infinite domain. The fragments of the network disappeared without a trace under the light once again, and Brother Gao Mao seemed to be in an endless kaleidoscope.

Admiring his own skillful maneuvering, Qiao Gaoqi continued:
"For example, if Brother Gao punches you now, you have to endure the impact of the disordered rules of the fight. It is impossible to observe specific data. Even the common sense that the shortest distance between the two points between the fist and you is a straight line does not exist. The damage is also difficult to predict. The definition of realistic thinking will be rewritten, the value of the soul cannot be judged, and it simply serves the emotional subject."

"That's why our confrontation at the subspace level seems so obscure. I use the blurred result to evade attacks, while you use the hit result to cause damage. This is a confrontation at the level of consciousness."

"If the Floating Stone Tower can be deployed inside the network, it will be able to completely quantify the rules and powers that allow for the free manipulation of subspace entities."

"The Star God Domain can restore those data that have been influenced by emotions to the point of being uncalculable. Gao Ge's attack on you will be quantified when it enters the domain, power will be regulated by data, the value of the soul will be defined normally, and the process of 'pulling the trigger - firing - hitting - causing damage' will proceed normally. At that time, it will be a pure material form of confrontation. Tarasin said that at this level, it will be your advantage."

As expected of a god who had been directly defeated by the Floating Stone Tower, Qiao Gaoqi explained the difference between warp-space combat and warp-space combat in just a few words.

'The old man is still quite useful.'

Ramses, who was still studying, clapped his hands immediately.

He said there was no need to mess around like those loners like Wa and Bilake.

There are stand-ins for fighting, and a staff to handle threats; all I need to do is whip them forward.

As long as I dig up enough old guys, the methods to deal with all sorts of demons and monsters will automatically emerge from the Formless Heaven!
As for how to dig it?
This brings us to the broader context of the subspace environment.

For humans, entering the subspace is basically a dead end; for the Eldar, once they die in the Soul Stone, it is basically a slow death. This rule even applies to gods of the level of Chogochi. After the collapse of the Pantheon, their lives were extremely precarious.

As for Space Necromancers, which don't even have a health bar, let alone them, Dawnbreaker can even restore your health bar.

Of course, Ramses didn't really think that much about it when he first established this unification line.

They simply intended to leverage their own advantages to attract high-quality populations from other races to assist in human development. In order to differentiate themselves from other subspace slave owners, they chose the company management model they were most familiar with.

Since it's a company, shouldn't it provide the five social insurances and one housing fund?

If employees' skills are not up to standard, shouldn't we organize training?

If there's nowhere for employees to live, we should build dormitories to provide them with a stable working environment.
If someone is unable to work for various reasons, we must ensure that they have food to eat and can survive in the future.
Putting aside whether it's even possible, whether the actual execution is satisfactory is something that every practitioner should be concerned about from a demand perspective, right?
I used to criticize capitalists for not treating their employees like human beings, but now that I have the means, I can't forget about that.

This is common knowledge belonging to the four transmigrators of Dawnwing.

Arthur focused intently on building the military's ideology, desperately trying to bridge the gap between various military organizations and human society that had grown over the past ten thousand years. He continuously linked the protection of human life and property with military honor, and relentlessly pursued retirement benefits and improved military welfare, because this was the kind of army he envisioned, not a private henchman representing a particular interest group.

Karna, relying on faith—a method akin to cheating—thoroughly infiltrated the Dawnwings' governance into the grassroots, down to the individual level. He believed that a healthy society should function this way, and that the government should be able to extend its will to the grassroots, thus providing the foundation for unifying grassroots forces.

Building on this foundation, Romulus focused on productivity development and technical training, transforming countless unemployed residents of the hives into regular industrial workers, further expanding the empire's existing technological advantages to support the aforementioned series of welfare policies.

Aside from the sacred nature of the Primarch, there are reasons why the Dawnwings have gained widespread support in the galaxy, why their policies have received a broad response after improvements in grassroots governance, and why countless special zones have been rapidly established across the galaxy.

Ramses felt he was being inhuman, treating the Eldar and Necromancers like beasts of burden and giving them pitifully stingy treatment.

But Chaos simply wouldn't give it to them.

Not only do they not give it to you, they literally drain you dry.

As slaves, you aliens will be placed in the Formless Heaven after death to perform endless work.

Each work period is assigned a specific KPI, and the completion status is statistically analyzed using big data. Once the KPI is achieved, the work continues into the next phase, in an endless process.

The job provides housing, which can be decorated with wages, and offers fixed holidays. Benefits can be improved through salary payments and performance evaluations. When necessary, one can travel to the material universe for fresh air.

The work involves direct communication with the formless god Ramses.

Because the ultimate goal of the Unseen Heaven's development of the subspace is to enable humanity to survive better under the influence of the subspace, Ramses will personally review these matters to ensure the accuracy of the content and control the progress of the work. Therefore, it is necessary to connect with individuals to ensure the quality of the work. The gods will be watching your efforts and you must create enough value.

Hahaha, feel the fear, natives of the Warhammer universe, you will feel the pain of being enslaved by the gods!
The Eldar, the Necromancers, and other races tormented by the Warp.
"what?"

To put it simply, the four of them didn't want to betray the truth hidden in their hearts, and they didn't want to deny what was common sense to them. However, they didn't expect that this attitude towards the world would bring them unexpected joy.

The Star Gods have the ability to maintain the balance between the real universe and the subspace, but are they willing to do so?

Both the Eldar and the Pantheon have had opportunities to change and develop over the past ninety million years, but are they willing to do so?

Vashtor and Birac, these guys who are caught up in the version, instead of trying to overtake others, they stingily cause trouble like other demons in the current environment. There is no trust between lesser gods, only conspiracies and tricks. They either follow the old path of the four gods, and are naturally trapped by the four gods' usury and slave contracts.

And Taraxin's assessment of them was indeed correct.

While pondering whether to explore the relationship between the new generation's subjective will and divine authority, Ramses prepared to contact Arthur.

What sustains the activities of the Wings of Dawn is the spiritual energy they have gradually accumulated through disrupting the threads of fate, crushing demons, and embracing faith, which is used for the materialization of the soul.

The biggest spenders were Ramses, who frequently engaged in subspace activities, and Romulus, who established special zones and laid out STCs throughout the galaxy.

Karna's territory was also quite large, but now that he had joined the state religion, he had formed a relatively stable internal system. He was able to enter Nurgle Garden thanks to the souls of billions of humans and the Emperor carrying him in.

As for Master Ya, he relies solely on earning money to serve as a health bar for everyone, without needing any spiritual energy. His playstyle is economical, strong, and has a mechanism, giving him a comprehensive and super-sized aesthetic.

Therefore, for Ramses, going all out to fight Mao Zedong would be the worst possible outcome.

How many lives do you have? How dare you play this game with a veteran like that?

Now that we have physical means, it's perfect. Let Arthur go, since he remembers that the Star God fragments are all controlled by him anyway.

Seeing that there seemed to be nothing he had to do, Ramses instinctively thought of shifting the blame to his comrades and preparing to withdraw from the front lines.

There's always a sense of security in entrusting dangerous matters to Arthur.

After all, there's no need to worry that he'll be as busy as Romulus and forget things, nor is there any need to worry that he'll be like me, pondering these things every day—

It means that although the intention is good, it may actually cause you a lot of trouble.

"Let me see."

[Abandon confrontation within the warp and instead directly block the invasion of the Maoist forces by deploying the Blackrock Fortress on the main backbone of the network fragments. Material warfare can be considered at the discretion of the authorities.]

Ramses read Tarasim's report, verified the data, and made his decision. It was simple: setting aside all the superstitions, the Empire still had many cards to play.

Without those warp rituals, divine authority, and WA stance, an Imperial fleet could probably handle most of its enemies perfectly.

"At this rate, Old Huang might as well not come at all."

Ramses casually put pressure on the Emperor, and then quickly contacted Arthur, who was still finishing up work in Amegiddon.

"Hey?"

Communication is answered instantly.

"Have you finished the fight?"

Ramses asked.

"It will take a while."

Having shared Arthur's senses, Ramses could hear the dull thuds of heavy objects colliding and the sudden roars of wild beasts.

"WA!!!!"

The energy shield of the Iron Halo dispelled the shockwaves that erupted with the beast's roar, suppressing the beast and the last remaining greenskins within the beast fortress. Arthur replied:

"The firepower system is assisting other units in the attack, and I am still waiting for deployment."

"It's okay if progress is slower in other places, just hurry up and resolve this here. We need you to take charge of the network channel."

Ramses didn't waste any time and quickly sent the information over.

Arthur maintained his control over the beast and quickly scanned the messages sent by Ramses.

The situation in the real universe has turned around, and he wants to minimize his own casualties and preserve these green-skinned technologies, so he has restricted some weapons and methods with too wide a scope.

"understood."

Arthur quickly pieced together the cause and effect.

His accurate assessment of the battlefield situation prompted him to immediately open wartime communication channels and issue orders to the local supreme commander, Arreek.

"grown ups!"

Arrek, hundreds of kilometers away, quickly made contact with Arthur.

On a battlefield with the Knight Lord present, communication is never a problem.

"Arek, halt the advance on the front lines in the Amegidodton subcontinent. All units shall maintain the status quo."

clang!
The beast's battle axe clashed with Arthur's blade once more, and Arthur quickly said:
"Concentrate all fire support on Beast Fortress, including orbital support."

"Yes!"

Arek accepted the order without question and quickly gave commands to his adjutants:
"Order all units to hold their positions, halt the advance, concentrate firepower on Beast Fortress, and have the communications team synchronize coordinates."

Far across the battlefields, the Imperial forces, which were annihilating the Greenskins under the cover of fire, suddenly halted their offensive. Fire support from the Earthshakers and Chimeras ceased further projection, drawing out lines of blockade at the front of the battlefield to buy time for the assault troops to retreat.

Subsequently, the troops contracted their defensive lines in an almost uniform manner, set up positions on temporary strongholds, and completed the transition from offense to defense in a very short time.

Where is the Pumice Tower?

After issuing the order, Arthur, who was waiting for the results of the firepower allocation, was communicating the details with Ramses.

"Tarasin is working on it; we just need to provide the Star God fragments."

Ramses replied.

A necromancer overlord might not be able to produce a world engine, but he still has the authority to create such technological artifacts.

After all, core technology is no secret; without the Star God fragments, it's all just empty talk.

"That--"

Arthur indicated that he understood, but before he could finish speaking, a deafening tearing sound erupted from the fortress dome.

Boom!

A violent explosion interrupted their conversation.

Facing the beast's roar, Arthur slightly lowered Excalibur, and a beam of light shot out from the blade, pushing the beast, which had been searching for a breakthrough, deeper into the fortress.

The beast crashed precisely into an incoming cannonball.

Under the commander's orders, countless heavy weapons changed direction and swept towards the dark and deep outline of the Beast Fortress amidst the smoke and fire.

This included light spears and macro cannons, which directly and forcefully tore off the dilapidated dome of the Beast Fortress.

wow-

The dome collapsed completely, and shrapnel whistled and struck the beast's body like wasps. It reached out to touch its cheek and found a hole in its face, through which it could feel its own teeth.

It was injured.

It wasn't the sword of that supposedly Star God enemy, but the artillery fire launched by those shrimps.

"Damn shrimp."

It couldn't figure out why for a moment, and just wanted to get up quickly and smash that can of food that seemed to be a star god.

boom--

The scorching light spear fell, and a torrent of energy, tens of meters in diameter, enveloped it and everything around it, slamming it heavily to the ground.

"WA!!!"

The beast braced itself on its arms and let out a furious roar.

It felt excruciating pain.

It raised its head, only to be met with another close-range impact from a live bullet.

The beast was thrown back by the impact, looking utterly disheveled.

"what!"

It tried again to prop itself up, exhaling a hot breath.

The beast still intends to struggle.

However, the incoming artillery fire seemed endless.

Plasma scraped against the indestructible metal armor, the cannon rammed into the flesh-and-blood skeleton, and torrents of lasers penetrated every crevice, scorching every surface they touched.

Firepower from half the planet was concentrated on one point.

In the past, this might have been a huge waste, because truly powerful beings could rely on the power of the highest heavens to ignore such attacks.

However, the world of wild beasts has now been turned upside down.

Its WA stance remains steadfast, and the structure of its armor, capable of moving an entire continent, remains robust.

However, the crackling sound of plasma scraping against metal grew louder and louder, and the magnitude of the shockwaves from the macro cannon caused more flesh and bone to separate. The area covered by the laser became increasingly hot, turning the more than ten-meter-tall iron armor into a reddish gold, and fine cracks continued to penetrate and spread.

The pain drew ever closer, growing ever more intense.

Before the real killing move could be unleashed, the beast was instantly engulfed by the sea of ​​fire, turning to ashes along with the green-skinned creatures that had struggled for so long, and disappearing without a trace.

Call ~
The ensuing flames whipped up Arthur's scarlet cloak.

Arthur turned his back, the Sword of Excalibur still charging.

He said to Ramses:

"Take me there."

　P.S.: Waaaaah, sorry, I wrote this so late, I feel like my sleep schedule is completely messed up, waaaaah!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)