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Chapter 563 Can this world ever get any better?!

Can this world ever get any better?!

Guilliman, who was in charge of coordinating matters in Comoros, controlling the efficiency of the Necromancers' mobilization, integrating resources from various outposts, and constantly adjusting his actions in conjunction with the gods' plans, looked up when he noticed someone making sarcastic remarks about him again.

He has resigned himself to his fate, accepted reality, learned from his mistakes, and summarized his experiences. He's become a seasoned pro.

It's just a Forgrim who's ascended to magic power. If I could play it again, I definitely would—

Guilliman looked up.

Seeing Ramses's teasing look, glancing at Arthur's serious back, and then inadvertently glancing at a certain restless historian.

Recalling the past events recorded in black and white, he regained control of his expression and lowered his head.

I will definitely listen to advice.

The paper began to flow again, and under the pressure of the Lord of Alteramar, it formed a mark that was several degrees deeper than before.

"We cannot pin our hopes on our opponents revealing weaknesses."

Arthur, seemingly oblivious to the subtle movements, focused on the overall situation in the galaxy and replied.

"At the very least, we need to know what to do if the plan fails, and to ensure that all levels of the system complete their tasks as required."

I don't know who they're targeting.

Sizzle~
The engravings on the paper deepened.

"I know, I know."

Ramses completed the encryption of the information, transmitted the messages in a tiered manner, and then surveyed the current galactic situation following Arthur's gaze.

Arthur doesn't usually spend his time with his buddies doing research and development or sitting in the office. Besides his regular work promoting the standardization of the military system, developing military technology, and mobilizing and deploying galactic military forces, he also has other important responsibilities.
The rest is to leverage the Empire's growing mobility to hold honorary recognition events across the galaxy, with military units at all levels making their presence felt and the Primarchs assigning their ranks.

In addition to the great victories that began with the Dawn Expedition, and the earth-shattering battle of Kadia, it is only natural that the Dawn Wings armed force, which Arthur built based on the first Dark Angels to be modified, now has great faith in him.

Therefore, given the issue of authority and responsibility, the task of macro-control over the military power of the entire galaxy naturally falls to Arthur.

However, they no longer call them Warmasters. Primarchs are now referred to by their respective titles. Only Guilliman's title of "Regent of the Empire" is too ambitious, so no one except the Ultramarines calls him that. They all call him "Lord of Ultramar".

That's absolutely amazing.

The main problem is that the title of "War General" is cursed; whoever is given it is considered a traitor.

It's fine to joke about it occasionally, and people tend to believe it to some extent, since it's not exactly superstition.

It is empiricism.

If there's a chance to get Emperor out of retirement later, let him be the one. Emperor can handle it. Old Deng shouldn't even think about retiring after finishing his work. He owes everyone, so let him repay with his work.

"Sigh~"

While huddled in a corner, secretly performing a second encryption on the file, the emperor, who looked like a socially awkward person, took another deep breath.

He first looked at Number Thirteen, who looked bitter and resentful, then at the judge who was still in a daze and hadn't started writing, and finally looked at Ramses.

They're definitely making fun of him again.

Forget it, I can't afford to mess with these four big shots.

The pressure on number 13 will come back.

The emperor secretly thought to himself.

"nailed it?"

Noticing Ramses approaching, Arthur asked without turning his head.

"It's all sorted out. There's also Emperor's secondary encryption. If there are any more problems, we'll accept it. Anyway, Lao Luo has prepared thirteen contingency plans. If that's not enough, we'll have Guilliman add another thirteen."

Ramses, with his bare feet, seemed utterly fearless, completely disregarding the lives of the other two cattle and horses.

Given that only a little over a hundred years have passed, and the empire is still characterized by a coexistence of extreme conservatism and extreme radicalism, maintaining secrecy is not difficult under certain conditions.

The simplest way is to directly connect with the project leaders on a spiritual level and synchronize their thoughts.

Logically speaking, living like a ghost every day would be torturous for anyone. At least Ramses truly believed that his brothers were reliable, and his good brothers absolutely trusted him, but he would never show his memories to his friends.

After all, the browser history from his past life is really damaging. If people find out, he should probably go live in the Andromeda Galaxy.

Thinking about what would happen after his disappearance, Ramses suddenly felt less anxious about finding a way home.

But look at Astartes and those who have risen through the ranks of the Imperial government; they don't seem to have any problems with this.

If you don't grant them the authority, they really think they're not qualified to take on this kind of task, adopting a "I won't take it unless you look" attitude, which actually puts you in a difficult position. Judging from their level of awareness alone, they have reached the pinnacle of a warrior.

The key point is that he really doesn't have any bad habits.

Love and romance are extremely rare occurrences. As for things like burning, killing, and looting, the spiritual and cultural development in recent years has made things less extreme. Even in the past, in an environment that was more oppressive, the collective depravity of the imperial elite usually involved resorting to cannibalism.

The Wings of Dawn allow Astartes to maintain social relationships. Although everyone's political level is only at the level of talking about politics, the super power undoubtedly makes up for the possibility of the families becoming stronger.

They even eliminated the practice of having mobile officials, which is far too unrealistic on the current galactic scale. Anyone who dares to keep a private army can be directly sent to the Lion King for targeted strikes.

Then those outrageous and extremely bad behaviors must definitely be stopped.

In this interstellar age, the idea of ​​cannibalism is still too abstract.

The honor personally bestowed by the Primarch is rare and hard to come by, but it's not uncommon to capture a couple of demons and sacrifice them to the Formless Realm. If the Formless God can really help you get a phone call to the Father of Genes and confront his wisdom directly.

Why sacrifice one's own family members?
Go ahead and sacrifice yourself to the demon.

Then these people did indeed rush off to find the demon.

This only made Dawnwing realize that the task of building up humanity's mindset is still arduous and long-term.

"Ah."

Arthur nodded, and incidentally reduced the Lion King's area of ​​activity slightly.

It has been almost five years since the consensus was reached with the necromancers.

The Lion King continues to roam the galaxy, responsible for conveying the most ruthless will of the Imperial Council, overseeing whether the Primarchs' will is being carried out, eliminating any factors that threaten human survival in the local area, and occasionally returning to Dawn or Alteramar to participate in the activities organized by the Primarchs.

This posture of the Central Inspection Team certainly gave the Dark Angel, who loves war and honor, a real treat.

With the help of efficient communications, Fugrim has completed the first five-year plan for the Nova Development Zone and has taken over the centralized supply of resources for the entire Network Operation from Grand Ottara.

Great Otlam began to focus on consolidating the real universe and protecting the nova development zone sandwiched between the Dawn Sector and Great Otlam.

He doesn't say what he should say; he's truly worthy of being the original.

Their combat strength was somewhat reduced due to the realities of the situation, but their knowledge and talent remained unquestioned. They were capable of governance, which freed up a great deal of power for everyone.

In other words, cloning such a complete Primarch as Vograim is an unreplicable miracle; otherwise, cloning 21 Guillimans would have been enough to complete the game.

Taking advantage of the downturn in Chaos Warband activities, Space Wolves successfully broke free from the Eye of Fear after a brief trial, and the area defense was gradually handed over to the more disorganized Steel Hand Chapter and its various sub-chapters.

The Space Wolves have been dispatched to eliminate various network outposts serving the Comoros, marking the first shot fired in the attack on the Comoros.

Taking all these factors into account, people's ability to counter chaos has finally seen a decisive improvement across the galaxy.

Previously, Chaos only needed to entice a human to corrupt them; now, the cost is far greater.

The two sides have now completely broken off relations and are resorting to all sorts of underhanded tactics. However, the current empires are not to be trifled with, and Romulus's Starfort orders, which are booked up for a hundred years in various forging worlds, are not just for show.

With the increasingly formalized management of various planets, the Empire is able to mobilize a growing proportion of qualified personnel for armament. In the absence of Primarch intervention, the Empire has entered a phase of overwhelming dominance in the local battlefields of Chaos.

An efficient and corruption-resistant administrative system ensured the purity of the ranks, while an efficient material production and delivery system prevented the empire's massive military force from becoming bloated.

The rising living standards have also strengthened the resolve of the people, who are the true core of the empire and have contributed countless material resources and spiritual strength to it, to fight against the forces of chaos.

Chaos has never been a synonym for order, nor can it truly bestow blessings upon everyone. After the precise strikes against certain traitors who want to turn their backs on the group, the human subject, having tasted the sweetness of order, will naturally take the initiative to maintain this order that is beneficial to them.

what?
You asked what would happen if, faced with such difficulties, Chaos generously provided power, dispatched its powerful demons to help raise the local per capita standard of living, and ensured that believers would retain the right to maintain a certain standard of living in the warp even after death.
If you've gone this far, how can you still call it chaos?

I wish to enthrone you as the new emperor of the human empire.

Unfortunately, most of the conflicts between humans and chaos on various planets today end in extremely bloody consequences.

Demons, and their dying howls, flowed endlessly from the shrines dedicated to human gods, amidst the golden flames that illuminated half the planet's sky.

It can be said that the era in which Chaos could corrupt a world through a cult, restrain the military power of a sector, and owe nothing even if it failed is over.

The only problem is that if they do this, the Emperor might not be able to hold out, and they'll be on the path to becoming the Dark Lord with no turning back. In less than a thousand years, everyone will have to face this huge threat. However, compared to the fact that they're going to die anyway, this problem is insignificant now.

According to the Emperor, even if he were to explode now, his brothers and the rest of humanity could hide in the net and survive until the end of time; time was on their side.

Emperors were far more aggressive than them given the chance. They were gambling addicts who went down in history, but their luck was terrible. It is said that during the Industrial Revolution, when they were trading stocks with the finance minister of a certain "Eternal Sun," even the king warned them to run away, but they still lost everything. They were quite the characters.

Fortunately, we can still torture people offline from time to time, and we still have Arthur as a personality corrector. Without those innate personalities, everyone's blood pressure wouldn't rise too high.

It would be even more comfortable if I could be tortured a couple of times from time to time.

Now the Lion King isn't being stubborn anymore, the Dark Angels aren't arguing amongst themselves, the Empire's anthropomorphic fighters have decreased, and Guilliman is hesitant to get serious and is afraid of the pressure, so he's stopped working.
It's really hard to find anyone who can put pressure on Ramses; the Emperor is one of the few players who can handle pressure without feeling guilty.

"Old Huang."

"The information encryption is complete, the loyalty test has passed, I personally monitored the delivery of these messages to the various units, the local signals have also been re-encrypted, the information backup of Wuxiangtian is complete, and the souls of the fallen soldiers have been promptly recovered."

Ramses had barely begun when the Emperor immediately finished reciting his own tasks, much like listing dishes.

Then he shrank further into the corner, turning his back to everyone so that no one could see his expression.

"That"

"And your plans to seize the soul fragments of Saint Geres, clues about Dorne, the whereabouts of Lemanrus, rescue the Goddess of Life, deal with the demonic Primarch Magnus, monitor the real-time status of the second brother, and the movements of the warp gods that I can detect—I have already uploaded all the information I currently have. The Eldar have contacted Chogochi, and information sharing is being ensured simultaneously."

Before Ramses could speak again, the emperor, who had his back to the crowd, spoke once more, his tone revealing a hint of barely restrained emotion.

I have a feeling that if he had a way to escape, he would have run away by now.

Damn it, is this your divine realm or mine? Why is it all being controlled by others?

“They are all pillars of the empire.”

Having received a satisfactory answer, Ramses immediately sent someone to coordinate with Romulus, and also sent a copy to Arthur in real time, nodding in satisfaction.

Given the current size of Dawnwing and Chaos, it's impossible for them to fight only the Comoros.

A single move can affect the whole situation; if Comoros is affected, other areas will become weaker, and Chaos will naturally not let such an opportunity pass.

Judging from one of the little pony figures who has already started preparing for some fun, the others are probably not idle either.

Given the chaotic pollution that is already emerging in various parts of the galaxy, in order to prevent the fire from burning too brightly on its own territory, it is natural to find something for chaos to do as well.

But simply igniting the fire wouldn't suffice, and the remaining three weren't as stubborn as Emperor Nagoya, so they could only try to profit themselves while igniting the fire.

One of the immediate targets is the fragments of Sanctuary, the Primarch Lemanrus, and the goddess of life, Isa.

All the gods possess a fragment of Saint Elias. Ramses has already retrieved the fragments from the Soul of Vengeance and the Emperor, but the fragments from the other four are more difficult to obtain and require preparation.

Ideally, there would be a spell that can gather the fragments, but that's quite difficult to build. Whether or not to spend that money depends on the progress of Comoros.

Lemanrus, needless to say, Little Ma was already sharpening his knives, seemingly determined to go through with it even knowing he was exposed.

Master Ya plans to let the Space Wolves move around first, using the relatively weak Dark Eldar to test the Wolves' development and lull the opponent into a false sense of security. Then, when they change formations, he'll wait for the commotion to see what other tricks the opponent has up his sleeve.

As for harboring filth.

Keep taking advantage of the deals.

The key to winning Elsa's capture lies in whether Slaanesh is present in the Comoros; if he is, things will be much easier.

Ramses and Arthur then discussed the aforementioned action plan and a series of issues related to handling unforeseen events in detail before returning to the Comoros issue, which was currently underway.

Logically speaking, the most uncertain and destructive entity at present is the Primarch Fugen.

But this one is actually quite easy to deal with.

Wherever Master Ya is, he will definitely be there too.

"The teleportation on Forgrim's side has been running continuously."

Ramses quickly added to Arthur's concerns.

"Three Primarchs are visible over there."

"Then there's no problem."

Arthur nodded and examined the Milky Way view before him once more.

The Brilliant Star Chart is truly useful. Although the Olusca dynasty considers itself the gardener of creation, it uses the Brilliant Star Chart in a precise and cautious manner. Even though everyone only has the right to use it now, it can still provide humanity with an extremely powerful information advantage by monitoring the entire galaxy.

dong dong~
Noticing that the two men's discussion had returned to the Comoros issue, Guilliman, who was busy arranging the Wild Wolves' logistics and the subsequent deployment of the Necromancers in space, tapped the table lightly.

It's simply to imply that he's the one in charge of Comoros, and this is a revenge battle against Fugen, so he should at least feel a sense of involvement.

If he continued like this, he seriously doubted whether the team would give him another chance to play.

The two stopped whispering and each turned to look at Guilliman.

Then they continued whispering to each other.

Guilliman hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

He knew where everyone's bottom line was.

Ramses suddenly turned his head.

Guilliman's pen trembled.

"Say it."

He looked at Guilliman and said.

"I"

Guilliman's expression froze.

The Lord of Ultramar has his own pride, especially when it comes to his dark past.

During the War of Freedom in Forgrim, the Dawnwing made a small request to the Primarchs, one of which was that when problems arose, they should not rush into action but should speak up immediately, so that everyone would not act without knowing the difficulties.

When something happens, we discuss it together, brainstorm ideas, and even if all else fails, we can pool our resources and solve the problem in the simplest and most direct way. It's not like we're trying to prove that you guys are weaker than us.

"I"

He chewed on the words in his mouth.

Ramses narrowed his eyes.

The judge pulled out a history book.

"Given the danger posed by Primarch Fugrim, and after careful consideration, I have determined that I am unable to complete all the tasks on my own and will require your assistance."

After he finished speaking, Guilliman's face became stiff and expressionless.

Honestly, for any Primarch, to show even the slightest weakness in front of their brothers is as shameful as ordering a cup of QQ underwear at a bubble tea shop.

However, there was no way to deal with the four Dawn Wings; they were simply too difficult to handle.

"That's right. Draw people out. When the time comes, Master Asahi, Forgrim, and Karna, the two reserve henchmen, will be assigned to you. You will definitely take down the other side."

Ramses patted Guilliman on the shoulder with a grin.

Guilliman's safety is truly the top priority; how could he get involved in such dangerous matters?

"When the time comes, we'll escort you to Ottarama and train you until you defeat him before executing you."

Guilliman's face hardened even more when this was mentioned.

How could anyone be so certain that he definitely wouldn't be able to defeat that Primarch the second time?!

He moved his lips, glanced warily at Ramses, then at a certain history book, but ultimately said nothing, only thinking that when Fugen was delivered to him, he would definitely use reality to slap the other party in the face.

Guilliman began annotating each supply agreement with a fierce expression, completely unaware that the pen of one of the judges was moving almost in sync with his own.

[At 838.m41, in the summer of June, the kings discussed the military affairs of the Comoros, and the lord of Otrama wished to take charge of it.]

The Radiant Lord, observing his radical actions, offered words of advice to stop him.

The Lord of Otlamar, knowing he was in the wrong, remained silent in anger.

　P.S.: Waaaaah, I've been so busy lately, I'm so sorry everyone.
　　I'm running away home tomorrow too. Wishing everyone a happy new year, sob sob.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)