This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 544 This is our galaxy!
Guilliman had no idea before arriving in Gidrimrim.
"So diplomacy can be this simple?"

Thanks to the extraordinary contributions of a certain ancient and great race that wished to remain anonymous, the subsequent negotiations proceeded smoothly.

"Can you believe it? No matter what I say, this crowned general nods, and he agrees to whatever I ask of him!"

As Guilliman's voice rang out in the crowd.

"I told him that the northern border defenses of Great Altera are under considerable pressure from the Tyranid invasion and the space undead conflict. It is necessary to bridge the conflict between humans and the space undead to jointly resist the Tyranid swarm, and at the very least, prevent the undead civil war from interfering with the Imperial territory and affecting the stability of the Imperial borders—"

“He agreed immediately, without even haggling, and contacted the local garrison commander on the spot, directly having his entourage member Sicarius communicate with me.”

"I tentatively told him that due to physiological limitations and the prolonged exposure to cosmic radiation, many of our troops are unable to conduct frequent military operations or mine resources in the Obsidian Space Region. However, we can assist the space undead in migrating to the tomb world—"

"He also immediately stated that their bodies, which do not need to breathe air or ingest food and can withstand most extreme environments, are as strong as steel and are fully capable of this work. He also said that it is a good thing to relocate those who are still unconscious and fear death in advance, as it can reduce the risk of conflict and make life more convenient for both sides."

These demands were originally put forward by Guilliman to test the waters. It was fine to have some back and forth, since he didn't expect any deep cooperation in the first place. It was a good opportunity to find out where Zanderrek's diplomatic bottom line was.

But he discovered that this person seemed to genuinely believe in the worldview he had constructed for himself.

I accept invitations for win-win outcomes, I agree with proposals that can maintain order, and I appreciate decisions that are willing to compromise on interests.

To put it simply, after several rounds of brief discussions, Guilliman realized that as long as the Empire did not interfere in the Necromancer civil war or directly intervene in the Necromancer's internal political ecology, then for Zandreik, no problem was really a problem.

The Empire had never been interested in getting involved in the Necromancer Civil War.

Putting aside the fact that most of the Necromancer's graveyard worlds are rotten lands, the Empire has long since passed its expansion phase and is now more focused on maintaining and developing its existing territory. As long as its sovereignty is not challenged, everything is negotiable.

Or rather, the main region of expansion is no longer the real universe.

Guilliman instinctively felt he could easily bring up the Comoros problem.
This made him feel like he had prepared a lot of ideas, but found that he had no use for them at this moment.

Noticing Guilliman's question, Arthur did not answer it, but instead asked in a low voice.

"You doubt him?"

"I have no doubt."

Guilliman shook his head as he watched Sicarius, aided by a group of Ultra Warriors, arguing with a Necromancer through a projection.

The facts are undeniable, leaving him no room for doubt.

"Everyone has people or things they want to believe in, just like you."

Arthur met Guilliman's gaze.

"It's just that you were lonely in the past."

Guilliman fell silent.

Is he lonely?

Of course, it's lonely.

Especially ten thousand years ago, after coming into contact with those brothers, he found himself to be alone.

He didn't even dare to complain to other Primarchs; when he encountered any setbacks, he could only go to Lady Eudon.

But Ms. Euton was ultimately just an ordinary person.

She can only be a listener, not a problem solver for Guilliman, which is Guilliman's greatest limitation as a Primarch.

But there might be a few now.

Everyone counts as Dawnwing, Corax is one too, and Lion can barely be considered half.

So it's not a big deal that you can connect with loners from other races?
Guilliman was taken aback when he officially connected to the Milky Way's environmental system.

It's unbelievable! The empire is still in the midst of a difficult transition, and now even aliens are shamelessly siding with it, starting to believe in the old ways of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness.

Is this right?
Is this still the treacherous, war-torn Milky Way I know?

After a while, will those chaotic traitors come knocking on our door?

"Don't."

Noticing that Guilliman's clumsy operation had caused him to share his inner monologue in the group chat, which had also incited the lion to become agitated, Ramses couldn't help but remark.

“We won’t accept them even if they come. Otherwise, what’s the point of your past persistence? What's the point of the past persistence of those loyalists?”

Many of the Empire's internal problems can be attributed to its errors and failures stemming from methodological and ideological flaws, rather than problems with the ships themselves.

Through internal reforms, an empire can abandon certain extreme policies and ideologies, repair the empire's dilapidated ship, and explore unforeseen paths. It can even lead its crew to rebuild the ship and invite passengers from other large ships to join in the voyage. This does not mean it has to accept those who jumped ship in the first place and then kept trying to unscrew it.

So where did the problem lie?

Do you think you can learn loyalty, filial piety, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness without getting a beating?

When ancient saints selflessly dedicated themselves and led the galaxy as moral exemplars, these races were either insatiably greedy or utterly rotten. They would never negotiate with those they could fight, never buy those they could rob, and never think about tomorrow if they could live well today.

Now that things have turned out this way, we can finally sit down and talk, and even discuss the future.

Ah, this really proves a certain saying.

If you don't hit them, they will have countless requests; if you hit them, they will only have one request left: "Please stop hitting them."

Although the Ancient Ones are gone, the subspace that was completely unleashed after their passing, along with the early Star Gods, gave the real universe a brutal beating that lasted for 60 million years.

Violence, especially appropriate violence, has always been more helpful in upholding fairness, justice, and authority.

A mix of sadness and amusement welled up within him. Guilliman turned his head to look at Arthur, who had a calm expression, and couldn't help but wonder how his brothers, who even had a kinder worldview than his own, had initially accepted this galaxy.

"It wasn't that much internal strife."

Arthur replied appropriately.

If you can't change yourself, then change the world.

Romulus added.

"It's better to erode others' resources than to weaken yourself internally."

Karna continued.

"To accomplish great things, our goal is to accomplish great things!"

Ramses echoed this sentiment.

"All this internal strife is pointless; we can get things done in a couple of days."

Corax: "."

Okay, I guess I was judging others by my own standards.

Guilliman chuckled.

This slightly surprised Zandreik, who was cautiously dealing with this ambitious Primarch who seemed to have completely controlled the internal discourse of the Dawnwing.

He watched with some confusion as Guilliman put away the complicated cooperation documents, casually handed them to his attendant, and then adopted a slightly more relaxed posture than before.

The old general was slightly nervous.

Despite his amiable demeanor, he is actually prepared for war.

If they can't reach an agreement with the Empire in the end, then fighting against the Empire, an external enemy, is better than obeying the Silent King's orders and joining that meaningless civil war.

"Let's be frank."

Guilliman began, slamming his final proposal onto the table.

"We need the Necromancers to assist in the attack on Comoros, and in the form of the main force."

Comoros.

The capital of the Dark Eldar, the Nexus of the Web, the backyard of the Lord of Pleasure.

In just ten thousand years after the collapse of the Eldar Empire, the cities built by the Dark Lords who still followed the ancient Eldar social style and gathered here were large enough to be measured in light-years, or even more.

Limited by the Dark Eldar's mainstream social ideology, which stemmed from extreme hedonism, and their disastrous governance and near-collapsed productivity after abandoning psychic powers, Comoros could not be described as chaotic; rather, it was a land of outstanding people and resources.

If the galaxy is a dilapidated town teeming with outlaws, then Comoros is the largest gathering place for local criminal elements. It's not just home to a terrifying society primarily composed of the Dark Eldar, but also a multitude of demons and monsters from the real universe and the Sea of ​​Souls.

Therefore, Dawnwing has always been very cautious about this nexus.

In other words, once you're at the card table, your actions targeting a particular region are, in a sense, destined not to be limited to that region.

Especially now, after proving their strength and attitude towards the Chaos Gods through multiple wars, these chess players have no choice but to pay attention to these new members who are planning to stir up the tides again after ten thousand years.

After all, three of the rebel legions were destroyed, and two of the Primarchs were gone. Nurgle is currently in a similar dilemma to the Emperor, feeling like he is not a god. It can be said that the turmoil that has swept across almost the entire galaxy is inextricably linked to the Wings of Dawn.

When planning a special military operation against the Comoros, before even the veteran Chogochi could offer any advice, everyone immediately set the tone for a long-term, deliberate plan.

First, prioritize the development of existing military forces. The main model is to support the newly formed legions and build strategic units that integrate the Imperial Navy, the Astral Legion, and various special forces around them. Also, build a complete supply chain system centered around the homeworld of the newly formed legions to fundamentally strengthen the Imperial military power.

Second, conduct initial development and exploration of the network, refrain from actively provoking Comoros, and leverage the Empire's strength in the real universe to establish military outposts at various nodes of the network, explore and clear the network routes, and make preliminary preparations for entering Comoros.

three--

That's it now.

Guilliman watched as the Eldar in the park, under the guidance of the Eldar, familiarized themselves with the workings of the Unbounded Realms, rigorously examining the Dark Eldar selected from three generations of ancestors, and Zandreik, who was now communicating with him.

Strive for the power that is within our power.

As one of the pinnacles of the material universe, the Necromancers have a major advantage over the Empire: they are all dead, and their society has extremely low demand for material things.

Secondly, they lack the desire to expand.

Because the desire for expansion always increases with population growth, the Necromancers in space have no new population due to certain historical issues.

Furthermore, its military strength is extremely powerful.

Let's set aside the fact that the other side was the winner of the first Heaven's War PUBG tournament.

Compared to the Empire, the Necromancers, aside from the chaos at the top and the constraints on the middle and lower classes due to control protocols, have no social problems whatsoever. This directly leads to the Necromancers being able to commit almost 100% of their population to a war, just like the Empire.

Moreover, the other side had fought countless wars with the ancient Eldar in the past, and because their historical records were not like those of the Eldar, whose souls were mostly preserved in the warp or in the infinite circuits through psychic energy, their lineage was wiped out when the Slaanesh were born, making their history extremely well preserved.

"Is that so?"

Noticing that the Primarch seemed to understand there was no need for further wrangling, the old general looked at the other two and finally showed a hint of pleasure.

His pale green eyes brightened slightly.

As he looked at the contents of the deal, his gaze fell upon the word "soul," and he was lost in a kind of reminiscence.

This is something their race has always been extremely persistent about, and something they have already decided to completely let go of.

Now this lost gift has returned, but in the form of a transaction.

"Before that, there was Catan, and then there were the Supreme beings from the Warp."

Seeing the proposal to trade souls laid out so realistically before him, Zandrek suddenly asked a question.

How do you view us now?

The courtiers, who had been unable to intervene due to Zandreuk's control of the situation, were all taken aback.

This includes Obi-Long, who was deeply saddened by witnessing the fates of warriors who served the same group of gods but whose lives took very different turns.

So, sir, you knew exactly what our situation was.

"."

Guilliman frowned slightly.

He didn't quite understand why the other party would propose such a philosophical idea at this time.

This made him subconsciously start to think deeply, fearing that his answer might interfere with Zandreuk's diplomatic influence over the Empire.

"You are who you are."

But before Guilliman could speak, Arthur, who had been silent all along, spoke up.

Guilliman instinctively tried to stop him, but Ramses stopped him.

"Do not care."

Facing Guilliman's gaze, Ramses said matter-of-factly:

"Master Ya always manages to connect with some strange people in strange places."

"What truly matters is whether the soul exists or not."

Arthur looked at Zandreuk.

"For us as collaborators, what truly matters is that you still understand loyalty, respect, friendship, and a host of other excellent qualities that the Death-fearing and other intelligent races still appreciate. As for your metal body, endless lifespan, and even your worries about whether you are still yourself, these are all irrelevant."

Why is Arthur able to see things this way?
It's very simple, he has no soul.

Or rather, their very existence is supported by ideology.

Is that so?

Zandreuk was slightly taken aback, astonished to discover that the person who could analyze his mindset so accurately was actually a Katan.

But he didn't rush to answer; instead, he savored those words.

That's right. The point is not whether he still has a soul, but that regardless of whether he has a soul or not, he adheres to the excellent qualities he believes in.

For the undead in space today, the soul is nothing more than a commodity, a sense that allows them to better perceive the world.

So, since we never truly possessed it, why talk about losing it?

"."

A moment of silence fell over the area.

Most of the courtiers ignored Arthur's words, focusing only on the deal at hand. Looking at Zandreik, who seemed to be acting crazy again, they wished they could jump up and sign the document on his behalf.

"Is that so?"

Just as everyone was waiting for Zandrek's response, he broke free from his brief moment of contemplation.

"Thank you for your words."

He spoke to Arthur first, then turned to Guilliman, no longer dwelling on the topic.

"Then let's discuss the relevant matters."

"Extinction, they must be extinct."

Ramses, always eager for drama, readily expressed his opinion.

"And the ringleader must be punished; we can't let it go so easily."

"My suggestion is to open a warp portal, one side facing the execution platform and the other side facing Slaanesh's sixth ring. As for whether it's the front or the back, we fully respect their choice."

Upon hearing this, the Dark Spirits who were communicating with the Spirits in the park broke out in a cold sweat.

"We fully respect your demands."

Zanderek chuckled and shook his head, then spoke.

"However, the post-war handling is not something we can get involved in. I think we need to focus more on how to carry out this campaign and clear out the entire Comoros in accordance with your standards."

"Of course it is——"

Watching the heated discussion unfold, with everyone planning how to wipe out the entire Comoros and leave only the people in that area, Guilliman nodded thoughtfully.

That's right, that's right.

War, extermination, massacre, conspiracy, chaos
Great incident!
This is the Milky Way I've always imagined!
With an expression that said he was on the same page, Guilliman immediately threw himself into the discussion.

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(End of this chapter)