This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 529 Leeks have been harvested billions of times, but God loves humanity for the first time.

The war in the real universe has ended.

In the war zone, however, the war continues.

But that had nothing to do with the Dawnwings, who, after uniting to confront the lesser gods, remained unscathed and successfully achieved their goal.

Within the Webpath, after clearing away the WA energy belonging to Brother Gao Mao, Arthur left behind a Tombstone Gate to maintain the Webpath's passage and entrusted it to the Necromancers of Space before returning to the real universe to bring the war to a close in the entire Amegiddton Sector.

Outside the network, within the park, Ramses was taking stock of the losses while also rewarding those who had contributed.

In the magnificent and splendid golden hall, which blends the characteristics of countless ethnic cultures, Ramses reveals his true face.

Before him stood leaders from various departments, as well as representatives selected by the various working groups to participate in this commendation ceremony.

“Uslan, you have done a good job in coordination and organizing the Prophet’s staff. You are now appointed as the highest-ranking official of the Eldar Communication Committee, responsible for the daily operation and management of the Ark consulates throughout the galaxy.”

"Thank you for your trust, great Lord Ramses."

Uslan immediately bowed.

Because of the absorption of the Eternal Circuit, the Formless Heaven is filled with powerful beings. However, the most basic and repetitive verification processes are handled by the Prophet Councils of the various Arks, apart from the still-unskilled human psionicists.

"Hilandri, you have excellent information management and knowledge allocation skills. In the early stages, you provided stable and efficient information support to deal with Gao Mao Erge. Now you are appointed as the head of the information department, responsible for the operation of the Wuxiangtian Knowledge Treasure Trove."

Praise be to the formless god!

Hilandri raised her hands high.

In response to the call of the Clown God, every clown resolutely supports any arrangement made by the Faceless God.

The clown is incredibly principled on matters of principle, but he has absolutely no integrity when it comes to the survival of his tribe.

This gesture prompted other spirits to raise their hands and jump up, fearing that they would be labeled as disrespectful to the God of No Form for not fitting in.

More human psionicists also joined in, and their numbers as the main race far exceeded those of the Eldar, making the scene even more spectacular.

These foreign races will never surpass their loyalty to Lord Ramses.

Inside the hall, which features a diverse mix of ethnicities, a rhythmic sound quickly rose up.

Ramses' eye twitched.

He's also the Golden Sun of the subspace, right?

He thought for a moment, then decided to ignore it and said to Qiao Gaoqi, who had come out of the library to help him and had just filled in for him:

"Qiao Gaoqi, you are a capable leader. You are hereby appointed as the Research and Crisis Manager of Wuxiangtian, responsible for leading internal research and development and external crisis response."

"Thank you, Boss!"

Qiao Gaoqi quickly got into character, unlike the other Spirit Race members who were still timid and submissive.

Tarahim was even more self-aware.

Ramses couldn't easily arrange things for him.

As for internal positions, Tarachin had already risen to the rank of Grand Inquisitor thousands of years ago. He was the author of a large number of reference materials for the Alien Inquisition, and he also had aliases in various core departments of the Empire. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to steal the head of the Pope of the State Church right under the nose of the High Lord.

Not to mention that his current public identity is the curator of the Museum of Human History, second only to some immortals, making him the person with the clearest and most authoritative grasp of the more than 40,000-year history of human civilization.

If you were to give someone an external position, like Uslan or others who act as mediators, then even if you gave it to Tarasin, he wouldn't be qualified to represent them.

The Necromancers of Space have an extremely strict hierarchy. The overall control protocol was destroyed by the Silent King, but the protocols between the various dynasties are still in place. They can control you however they want.

Even though the space undead following Tarasin are subject to a control protocol that prevents their souls from being consumed, the assets they own are all dynasty assets that they cannot take with them.

The Floating Stone Tower was created by the Phase Technicians using the authority of the Arthurian World Shaper.

Of course, his personal benefits were quite generous. Although Tarasin's life was already quite carefree, he didn't need much in terms of salary, warp cabins, physical bodies for activities in the real universe, personal vacations, and so on.

"Secondly, I will eliminate some of the teams that were ineffective in this operation and instead slowed down the operation of the entire organization, and adjust the treatment of the relevant staff."

After exchanging glances with Tarasin and exchanging their views, Ramses dropped another bombshell.

Since I'll be taking a break after this job anyway, I might as well finish it all at once.

The cheers suddenly stopped.

All the Spirit Race members who were expecting rewards were stunned. They never expected that the God of No Form would plan to take action against various departments during this time of universal celebration.

Not to mention the Eldar who knew their performance had gone awry.

He raised his head and stared longingly at Ramses; those eyes, which were usually full of hope and loyalty, were now filled with helplessness.

Tears fell like pearls from a broken string, pattering down my face.

I don't want to be slaughtered by the scythe of capitalism!!!

Damn it, is it really that scary to say you don't have KPIs in the subspace?

Ramses' eye twitched again as he thought he could take this opportunity to formally improve the makeshift system of this subspace organization.

“I know some of you might be overthinking this, but I’m going to make it clear to you now.”

Ramses addressed these ethnic groups.

This operation has essentially solidified the determination to rescue Elsa and secure the foundation for intermarriage.

It turns out that the wisdom of the old folks is very useful when it can be put to use. We must quickly turn them into human beings; it's not a good idea to keep them tied down like this forever.

“It is right to reward high-performing teams, but the elimination of low-performing teams does not mean they are dead. It just means they are no longer able to handle more demanding work. They can be promoted or demoted normally. If they want to climb the ranks, they can learn and pass the assessment. The main ethnic group should also be included in the assessment.”

Of course, performance evaluations and layoffs cannot be done arbitrarily; they cannot be decided haphazardly based solely on paper data. There must be a systematic approach.

The human resources department should properly handle employee placement, and the efficiency department should conduct a thorough analysis of the tasks of each group, report to Ramses, and then Ramses will conduct a direct analysis before making any adjustments to promotions or demotions.

This is one of the advantages of becoming a god: excellent hardware and abundant energy, capable of handling massive amounts of work simultaneously, and minimizing information transmission layers to ensure the accuracy of information and the implementation of policies. They are simply born managers.

Ramses believed that this reward and adjustment of treatment was a good model not only for Wuxiangtian himself, but also for him and the staff of the park. It could effectively break the 'chaotic' thinking that had long oppressed all life, and at the same time urge these members to improve their work enthusiasm and the feasibility and scientific nature of their decisions.

For a long time, the Eldar assigned by Ramses to be teachers of human psionicists and the Astartes think tank could not be said to have been lazy, but they all harbored a sense of crisis that their disciples might starve their masters.

Therefore, when faced with many students who have difficulty learning, these Elven instructors are not particularly averse to them, but rather hold the侥幸心理 (a sense of wishful thinking) that the dumber the students are, the better.

this is not good.

If their mindset is flawed, it's difficult to expect them to teach students well.

There are rewards for teaching, and the subsequent evaluation and treatment of professional titles are faster than other peers. Even if you want to take a break, you can maintain a high salary for a period of time.

Even if things go wrong, you won't die. If you really can't make it in the park, you can go to the Soul of the World and become a barbaric spirit. There's always a way out.

Even if you really want to recruit people from the technical department, then go ahead and do it. We'll let you recruit freely, and the capable will rise and the incapable will fall.

Lord Ramses only looks at KPIs, not race.

After hearing about the policies Ramses was about to implement, the Eldar who had been shedding tears sobbed for a moment and then stopped crying.

"Long live!"

Some people composed themselves and immediately cheered.

"Long live!!"

Some people were quick-witted and immediately followed.

"Long live!!!"

The shouts rose again, once overwhelming the human side, and no one thought there was anything wrong with such a human-characteristic cry.

Leeks have been harvested billions of times, but God's love for humanity is for the first time.

"Each team, enter performance data and distribute rewards."

In the concave pyramid-shaped hall, facing the cheering employees in all directions, Ramses raised his hand to everyone present.

"We need to coordinate with the HR department to ensure the reward is paid out properly, so that there are no mistakes in either the holiday or the work. I wish everyone a perfect holiday!"

"Long live the formless and shapeless Lord!"

The wave, formed by two arms, rose higher and higher.

Ramses nodded in satisfaction, not caring that they had been led astray by humans and that cursing a god could only live ten thousand years.

To put it bluntly, Ramses himself didn't want to talk about feelings or loyalty with them.

That would be too tiring.

I provide you with shelter and a stable living environment; in return, you create value for me and serve me.

Each person gets what they need, and that's enough.

I don't expect you to risk your life for me. Just do your job well and be of value.

Don't expect me to promote you to some kind of godhood or anything. Just collect your salary and go have fun on your own. If you cross the line and collude with the devil, and get punished, don't say you're an employee of our park.

Once you achieve your KPIs, you'll get whatever you want.

Only efficiency matters.

Only efficiency matters most to the formless god!
Having accomplished all this, Ramses then focused most of his attention on the battlefield deep within the warp, a battlefield whose duration was unknown.

The true great sun of the subspace is displaying its power.

Just like during the Great Rebellion, the Emperor did not even use his most essential power. He simply relied on the divine imperial shell that the people of the empire had built for him over ten thousand years to keep the Second Brother of the Mao Dynasty stuck in place and unable to move.

Although Gao Mao Erge was suppressed and had little chance to catch his breath, judging from how lively and energetic he was in the fight, it was estimated that the Emperor alone would not be in any life-threatening danger.

It's no wonder they're capable of going toe-to-toe with Nurgle.

"Old Huang is quite humorous."

Recalling the Emperor's grand entrance, Ramses made a sarcastic remark, then put the Net Dao fragments back in and casually hid the Formless Heaven as well.

A safe house within a safe house, and then put Master Ya's super-encrypted safe house on top of that.

Very good, perfect.

Whether it's for a sense of security or simply out of vigilance against the emperor, it doesn't matter.

If we hadn't taken precautions against this, who knows if the Emperor had ever considered taking over this crucial warp talent exchange, training, and reserve center for the Dawnwings and bringing it under his direct control.

It's not that people don't trust Emperor, it's just that Emperor's character is really not trustworthy. They were terribly scammed when they first landed.

And now they're even putting on this wait-and-see act.

"The emperor's actions are simply disorganized and undisciplined."

On the other end of the communication, Romulus, noticing that Ramses had finished his work, observed the entire battle, and was carefully reviewing the development documents that were approved due to the perfect completion of the initial architecture of the Network Project, raised an eyebrow and slammed his hand on the table.

In the past, it was one thing to take a bite out of them without distinguishing right from wrong, but now that they've assembled a Heaven's War lineup and started fighting Mao Erge, they're still just standing on the sidelines watching.

They've been working themselves to the bone here, using every means possible to protect the Internet Channel project, and this guy actually wants to see the results of their hard work?

Your Majesty, why are you just watching!

What do we take them for? Slave laborers who need to be monitored?
That's utter arrogance.

Romulus pressed his pen down a few notches.

If any of his friends dared to do this, they would be gathered together and criticized.

Guilliman, who was standing to the side, wanted to say a few words in defense of his father, but when the words were about to come out, he couldn't help but think of Dorn fighting to the death in Terra while he was building the Second Empire in Altera. He instantly decided to abandon his father's reputation and choose to be a dead man.

"Why bother arguing about Alzheimer's?"

Karna, on the other hand, seemed quite calm.

He was still enjoying his dessert while working on the external grassroots information processing system, occasionally pulling out some unique foods from Hengzhuotian. He was incredibly relaxed.

As a god capable of responding to every believer, and with countless high-ranking officials of the empire who, under his urging, began to look into the grassroots and incorporate the grassroots population into the governance system, the Seraphim have become highly respected over the decades.

It is better to guide than to suppress the people's simple emotions.

Aside from erecting necessary statues and churches that fulfill local government functions, all that was left was offering tribute.

Offering food as tribute.

Karna wasn't exactly opposed to this, as long as it wasn't a daily tribute. After all, back on Earth, people would also offer tribute to the mountain gods during Qingming Festival and Chinese New Year.

Moreover, these festivals are important events. According to the doctrine of angels, they are not only holidays, but also a time for you to report to the seraphim on your work and life during this period.

There is one more very important thing—

Unlike offering tribute to the mountain god, the food you offer actually reaches Karna's stomach.

This way, the process wouldn't be as extravagant as the church collecting donations, and one could also learn about local life and finances through the food and drink, while also satisfying one's appetite.

“We are on the same side, but the Emperor’s actions are too disorganized.”

Romulus criticized the emperor without any reservation.

"This is eroding our trust in each other. Are we going to stand by and watch halfway through the siege of Terra, waiting to see if our actions are effective before deciding whether to intervene?

Guilliman's hand trembled again, and the strokes on the paper became slanted.

The surrounding Ultra Warriors shrank back, pretending not to hear anything and burying their heads in the sand.

"That's why we need to do a review. It's true that the Emperor supported us for the sake of humanity, and it's also true that the Emperor's left and right brains were fighting each other."

Karna remained lazy and calm, which also calmed Romulus's rising anger.

To be fair, Romulus had mostly interacted with the Imperial elite and hadn't actually experienced what things were like back in the Dawn Sector when Karna had just started his work.

If Romulus had been allowed to roam the lower realms for decades like Karna, his self-cultivation skills would likely have reached a new level.

It's not that they're numb or indifferent; rather, they already know the situation and are skipping the emotional outburst phase to focus on finding a solution.

"After all, in our past worldview, no one was really a god, right?"

The Dawn Wings have a very simple classification of life in this universe.

Simply having high output, like activated celestial bodies or super subspace aggregates, constitutes powerful life forms. Beings like star gods or subspace gods, which can influence the underlying logic of the world's operation, are gods.

After all, people's worldview in the past was truly devoid of gods. Now that we've encountered such a bunch of things, it's only right that our thoughts and ideas change accordingly.

"The road ahead is long and arduous~"

Thinking of this, Romulus couldn't help but shake his head.

"It's not just about breaking the old order, but also about exploring new relationships between humans and gods in the new era, and how to communicate effectively with these individuals, and how to reduce the influence of these truly existing forces, or make them more reliable."

"At the end of the day."

Arthur's voice, which had remained calm but always contained an unwavering determination, rang out and intervened in the conversation.

"It is not a healthy state of affairs to allow these powerful forces to be in the hands of chaotic, immature, and complex spiritual entities. Rather than saying that they are difficult to control or undisciplined, it is more accurate to say that this is something that needs to be addressed."

"But these powers are right there."

Karna replied.

"If you don't take it, someone else will."

Ramses added a sentence.

Romulus raised an eyebrow again.

wow~
He put away his pen and gave his friends a meaningful look.

The three of them would wear the same meaningful expression on his face.

　P.S.: I had a partial physical exam, and surprisingly, my health is pretty good.

I'll be all set once the liver and cardiopulmonary function reports come out tomorrow.

Gua! ! !
　
(End of this chapter)