This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 539 Aurican: Get on the bus, King of Silence, don't recognize me.

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Eastern part of the Extreme Starfield, above the Unknown Tomb World, the Joint Visiting Fleet, Dawn
As soon as the honor guards in front of Tarachin and Aurikan moved away, the two immediately stopped their brief bickering and stepped forward according to etiquette.

After waiting for a while, the three put aside their work and expressions and looked at Tarasin's old friend.

Meeting the gaze of the 'gods,' Auricán, who also carried an inquisitive air, sensed a strange feeling—

Peaceful, or rather, stable.

This feeling is very strange.

Aurican has lived for 60 million years and has come into contact with many things such as warp entities and fragments of the Celestial God. He has even once ascended to that position himself.

Back when they went tomb raiding with Tarachin, they ended up encountering the Fraudster. If it weren't for a twist of fate that allowed them to transform themselves into a composite of light, energy, and the laws of physics using immature technology, they would both have died at the Fraudster's hands.

Therefore, Auricane's understanding of these individuals is far greater than that of most other beings in the galaxy.

Whether they are star gods or warp entities, including the Eldar gods who were shaped by the Old Ones and are therefore exceptionally unique within warp entities, their personalities all stem from the information that constitutes them—or rather, their functions.

This essentially allows those who know of these beings to analyze their character traits through their functions, and these supreme beings themselves are also influenced by them.

Aurican understands this all too well. Whenever he recalls the moment he became a Star God, the urging force from the laws of physics makes him feel terrified. If he hadn't withdrawn in time, he would probably have been completely molded into a Star God whose only connection to Aurican is his name.

And these three—

Aurican's gaze swept over their expressions, the scanning equipment originating from the highest technology of the space necromancers within their bodies forming a stark contrast with the perception system that conformed to the habits of the fearful dead.

It gave him a feeling that he was completely detached from being shaped by the forces that constitute his existence, and instead felt that he was using the forces that constituted him as tools.

Among them, the Primarch who appears quite ambitious and even thinks deeply during serious occasions like meeting with a representative is the most prominent.

Orikan looked directly at Guilliman.

Before even entering the hall, the Primarch was carefully studying the documents on the table belonging to the Necromancers of the cosmos, his eyes filled with curiosity and inquiry as he scrutinized these technologies he had never seen before.

He evoked the strongest sense of contradiction in Orić.

What should have been a consistent instinct was broken down into a series of details that needed to be considered step by step.

The seemingly gentle smile was actually a form of contempt; his mind was elsewhere, and he only saw this meeting as part of his objective.

The remaining two are even more terrifying.

Auricane looked at Arthur, who was calmly observing everything, and Ramses, who still wore a cheerful smile.

It felt to him as if a plan that shouldn't have been progressing smoothly had been made, and tea that shouldn't have been served had been served. The environment and furnishings, the topics of conversation, and even the smiling figures in front of him made him feel as if he wasn't talking to the person opposite him, but rather to another thought, or another individual, who possessed this power.

It seems that all these external aspects of the gods are just a facade, and no one knows what lies beneath.

This made Aurican feel a little scared.

Honestly, the complete unknown is more frightening than those eccentric monsters.

"Sir~"

Severus returned to the Primarch's side, formally bringing the two to the same table.

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Faced with three people who were similar in appearance but completely different in essence, Auricán, who had once entered that stage but chose to decisively give it up, briefly struggled with the choice between the three.

"Homage to the most exalted ones."

Ultimately, to prevent such a lineup from ultimately targeting the Necromancers, Aurican decided to proceed without prioritizing any particular group.

"I am the Astrologer Aurican, the Time Technician of the Sotek Dynasty, who has served the dynasty for over sixty million years."

His accent was standard Terran high Gothic, a language that was only spoken in ancient texts and among imperial nobles and was rarely learned or used by ordinary people.

But clearly, given Aurican's experience, mastering such a language was not difficult, and many scholars of the Empire were not as knowledgeable about human history as this space necromancer.

“I am Guilliman, the master of Alteramar, who shares the rule of the human empire with my brothers.”

Guilliman replied, indicating that he was presiding over the meeting and declaring that his brothers were equal to him.

The other two tacitly refrained from greeting each other.

Ramses waved to the properly dressed Tarasin, and Aurikan could sense that Tarasin's system had been loaded with new data.

Then he felt a strong sense of embarrassment coming from behind him.

"Lord of Ottaramar".

Having made overly optimistic assumptions about the relationship between the adults and Tarachin, Aurican could feel that his personality modules had stabilized considerably.

He bowed slightly and said to Guilliman:

"Tarachin has informed us of our duties. Please tell me the purpose of your visit, and I will act as your mouthpiece to send invitations to your desired targets."

"soul."

Guilliman spoke.

"!"

Even though he was mentally prepared, Aurican was still shaken by this decision that came from the mouth of God.

The soul, as one of the main components of most races in the galaxy, is something that the space undead lost long ago.

Those races that have never lost their souls may never understand the meaning behind it, let alone the persistent pursuit of those by a group of data-simulated personalities.

Aurican gripped the scepter tightly in his hand.

In an instant, countless simulated scenes flashed through his consciousness space. The tomb world tens of thousands of kilometers away constantly supplied energy that could compress long periods of time into a single moment, giving his surging thoughts enough space to think.

When he finally heard those words, he understood Tarachin's dilemma.

Just like the fraudsters who approached Szalak years ago to trick him into converting space necromancy, he now seems to be facing the same dilemma.

A single sentence can potentially determine the future of an entire race.

He had to cherish this opportunity, which might be the only one he would ever have.

We must also question whether this is yet another drama by the gods of giving hope only to inflict despair upon us.

To be honest, after observing subspace for so many years, based solely on the vast amount of observational data he has, Aurican genuinely believes that those distorted subspace entities are truly capable of such a thing.

The scum bred from countless extreme emotions in the War for Heaven are far too authoritative when it comes to being a bastard.

What could this be?

Aurican couldn't help but ask.

A donation, or
He wisely refrained from voicing his suspicions, instead relinquishing the power of discourse to those who could make the final decision.

The three of them exchanged glances.

Arthur unconditionally agreed that his friend should do his job in his professional field, while Ramses gestured for Guilliman to read the table.

A brief silence lasted for several seconds before Guilliman spoke.

"This is a deal."

Guilliman presented Ramses's initial draft of the "Soul Rental Plan 1.0," which mainly explained the soul rental service offered by the Wings of Dawn to all races in the galaxy.

It includes the main service project of using blank souls as carriers of consciousness, as well as a series of supporting security requirements such as the protection of warp activities by the Wings of Dawn during the rental period, and compliance with the warp safety activity agreement during the rental period.

There are also renewal clauses after the service ends, a humane extension mechanism for supporting services, and transaction solutions for technology, employment, etc., as the main parties in the transaction.

It is quite detailed.

The specific details of the transaction were left unsaid, but the main focus was on the services that Dawnwing could provide.

These transactions didn't require any drafts; they were basically all in Guilliman's head, and he would improvise on the spot when he actually met with members who had decision-making power.

Aurican accepted the agreement with some trepidation.

He then slightly straightened his back, his mind filled with disbelief.

He first glanced at Guilliman, who was also serious because of his friend's confident attitude, then at Arthur, who seemed completely detached from the outside world, and finally at Ramses, who was smiling at him.

Can God reason like this?
Aurican's thinking once again suffered from a logical error, and he felt that all the plans he had made were useless.

Those who know the situation clearly understand that it's God himself coming to solicit business; those who don't might think it's some fledgling company doing a business promotion.

Of course, that's not the point.

Aurican was mainly surprised that these gods could express their goals and methods so clearly.

For a god, the actual execution of a deal after acceptance is entirely up to the god's discretion, since from a power standpoint, these guys have never had any obligation to keep their promises.

Therefore, the key issue has never been whether the agreement in his possession can be enforced.

The key point is that God is willing to show that He can keep the agreement.

In fact, regardless of the race in this galaxy, the requirements for star gods, warp gods, and the like are very low.

Many races no longer expect you, God, to love the world. As long as you don't cause trouble, you are the best God in the world. Not to mention, if you are willing to make a move for these people, you are the best God among the best.

The key point is that they're willing to act.

Look at the Star Gods, and then look at the Chaos Gods.

I don’t even want to act anymore!
To put it bluntly, just because these three people were willing to come up with that agreement to fool him, Aurican thought he could do the job.

Damn, now I suddenly understand why the Silent King was fooled by the fraudsters.

A rather ominous thought arose in Orikan's mind as he clutched the plan personally handed to him by Guilliman.

"grown ups."

With ample time to think granted by the Primarch, and considering the rather unique traits of these three, Aurican spoke decisively.

"I can introduce you to anyone."

Guilliman, who had also prepared a whole host of ideas in his mind and was confident that he was fully prepared in terms of expression, reaction, and how to deal with the other party's probing, maintained his composure while feeling a sense of surprise.

Ifreni glanced at this Primarch who was diligent and responsible in her work, who could put herself in the shoes of an individual of her race when implementing policies, and who even took the time to teach her, a Primarch of another race, about political tactics.

"You are not just a human being."

She offered a subtle reminder.

In the eyes of those knowledgeable races, you are still a god representing your race.

To put it bluntly, only those high lords of the human empire who are oblivious to their own mortality dare to dodge the Primarch's whims. Other races might not even dare to talk back.

Like the Eldar, they contemptuously refer to humans as monkeys and the Astartes as psionic giant apes, but they never say what the Primarchs and Emperors are.

Having received the reminder and through this firsthand exchange, Guilliman suddenly understood the Emperor.

No wonder emperors always act like they're the most important person in the world, sometimes willing to act like a human being, and other times like an unreasonable tyrant. One moment they're gentle and willing to have tender conversations with their offspring, and the next they're constantly referring to themselves as "Number Thirteen," acting like a crazy tool.

It turns out that for these people, operating in this universe is indeed a simple process.

It turns out that the emperor wasn't ignorant of social etiquette; he genuinely believed that he could get away with things this way.

Guilliman glanced back at the relaxed and carefree Arthur and Ramses.

They both smiled back.

One of the main purposes of taking Guilliman out on this trip was to help him develop a clearer understanding of himself.

Ms. Eaton and King Connor have made it difficult to touch the underlying logic that Guilliman taught to adults. Nobody wants Guilliman to really be turned into a god on high, and it wouldn't be good if he really became a stubborn guy like the Emperor.

But other ethnic groups obviously don't have this problem.

We must make full use of our Primarch's advantages to gain benefits for humanity!

"Then—"

Guilliman pondered for a moment.

Although he found himself in a simplistic mode of foreign diplomacy, he remained cautious and chose the best possible entry point at present.

He reached out and pointed to a hidden world located in the eastern part of the Extreme Starfield, extremely far from the territory of the Human Empire, almost outside the light of the starlight.

The tomb world of Gidrem.

Space Necromancer, Crowned General of the Sotek Dynasty, fiefdom of Zandrek.

"Your will."

Aurican immediately bowed and, in front of everyone present, initiated the remote communication protocol.
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Do you think we have a good chance?

On the route the fleet is traveling.

Taracin asked Auric, who had already finished communicating with the crowned Zandrek and was now strolling around the Dawn with him, familiarizing himself with the surroundings.

"It's big."

Aurican nodded, recalling the details of the Soul Rental Agreement, his tone firm.

"So confident?"

Tarasin was taken aback.

He's more determined than someone who's been on board for who knows how long, just after boarding?

"."

Aurican turned around and remained silent for a moment.

"Because the Silent King is also attempting to undergo a reverse-gene transformation and will soon announce it."

He said to Tarasin.

Tarasin stumbled.

That's fine.

(End of this chapter)