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Chapter 564 I Laugh at That Empire's Lack of Strategy, That Space Wolf's Lack of Wisdom (Happy New Year)
[Space Wolf's Combat Log]

[Training of reserve forces, evaluation and optimization of various data points during the Space Wolf operation, and tactical deception of the Chaos faction and its Comoros.]

Although he ultimately couldn't escape having his name recorded in the daily journal, Guilliman, with a stern face, still diligently carried out his duties.

You can't exactly say you weren't angry.

The pen tip traced lines on the seemingly endless paper, and Guilliman felt that this was all he was capable of.

Otherwise, I'd have to make a note of it.

As the ink left the paper, Ionid Hill, the left hand of the Imperial Regent and the chief of the War Council, whose hand had long since gone numb, reached out and picked it up.

Along with the accompanying technical materials stored in the Hyperdimensional Cube, Hill passed through reception rooms she had already planned in her mind, and crossed those heavily guarded checkpoints that were directly connected to the Primarch's Throne, delivering the freshly produced materials to the Necromancer.

Meanwhile, the once arrogant curator of the Museum of Human History, Tarachin, is now acting like a sycophant, serving various viziers with his good brother Aurikan while also cheerfully acting as a copy-and-paste worker for text documents.

This contrasted sharply with Hill, who looked like he was about to die.

joke.

I can't even imagine what life will be like now.

The last time everyone was this gathered was when the central control agreement was in place.

Taracin pushed the paper documents to Aurikan, first having the time-space technician run a simulation to load everyone's past life memories, and then connecting them to the main control platform that the Hierophants were currently focusing on.

[The Command and Control Regulations for Those Fearing Death]

"Is this the black bean sprout that Brother La mentioned?"

Meanwhile, in the entire government hall, a group of undead were watching a video of Space Wolf.

Most of them were emperors from various dynasties. Due to the unique political climate of the Necromancers in space, and the fact that Zandreik didn't really have any intention of becoming a dictator, there were quite a few members who could enjoy diplomatic power over humans.

However, since the Necromancers haven't fought any significant battles in the past ten thousand years, Dawnwing wasn't forced into a desperate situation.

In addition, the norm in this universe is that people talk big but actually pull a fast one.
The main problem is that the space necromancer's brain isn't very sharp; if it actually makes a mistake based on stereotypes, then it's all over.

Therefore, after careful research by the Wings of Dawn, it was natural for them to first use their own forces to set an example.

Anyway, the Space Wolves are bored out of their minds, so it's good to let them out for a spin. It also allows us to test the results of their military expansion and correct any shortcomings as we fight, so they don't end up in a complete mess when they enter the subspace.

It's not that I look down on the Dark Eldar, but these creatures should have been wiped out ten thousand years ago. If it weren't for the support of the Slaanesh and the Comoros, they would have been swept away by the Emperor during the Great Crusade. In their current state, they only deserve to be used as whetstones.

Comoros is ultimately the site of the Empire's struggle against the Slaanesh, and the Dark Eldar simply reside there, appearing somewhat involved.

Therefore, although some dynasties held some objections to the gods' disdain for them, most of the emperors breathed a sigh of relief.

At least they didn't use their subordinates as wish-granting machines.

This is a stark contrast to the Silent King, who made a big decision on a whim and then created a huge mess.

They selectively ignored the discussion of the original entity.

Although based on stereotypes, people initially held these gods in some respect, but after observing them for a while, these gods actually seem quite human-like.

Um.
While analyzing these drastically changed old adversaries, Crowned General Zandrek from the Sotek Dynasty received an updated message from Tarasin. He glanced at Guilliman, who had a sour face but still carried out orders meticulously with authority that no super AI could match.

Ramses, all smiles, monopolized almost the entire subspace spirit production and transfer business, and was still subcontracting his own authority.

Arthur is remotely reading out the central directives, completely isolating this area, which is one of the empire's central hubs, from all other supreme celestial forces, making it truly impregnable.

And at this moment, with his back to all living beings, the Emperor is punching Gogo and Maogo in the subspace.

Um.
They were quite friendly.

Zandrej returned to the side of the many victors.

Closest to him, Emperor Christophe of the Nihilak dynasty raised his metallic eyebrows and glanced at him before continuing to watch the steady stream of messages coming from the front lines with a solemn expression.

Many of the undead who were qualified to participate in and plan the war, including Tarachin who served by his side, did not maintain the demeanor that should belong to a fanatical person who had glimpsed hope.

On the contrary, they were all very cautious.

"The power of the gods is far greater than it was in ancient times."

Having witnessed a scene even more exaggerated than Abaddon's attack on Badab, almost like two demon armies fighting each other, Zandrek couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes."

Chris Peck sighed, secretly relieved that they hadn't rushed to fulfill the contract just because the human gods had offered lenient terms.

"Yeah yeah."

The surrounding French emperors echoed this sentiment.

Admittedly, from an objective standpoint, the intensity of war faced by all beings in this universe, starting with the war in Heaven, has indeed gradually decreased.

However, from the War of Heaven to the present, the realities and warp environment faced by each race have become increasingly harsh.

While the Old Ones of that era were quite exaggerated, they relied more on replicable technologies to efficiently utilize warp power. Others, such as the Eldar and their gods, the Orks, and the Golems, primarily supplemented these Old Ones in terms of mechanics.

The situation is quite different now.

Leaving aside the mechanisms for now, none of the Chaos Eight Trigrams are easy to deal with.

This value has reached an extremely terrifying level over millions of years, thanks to the infusion of energy from the nine dragons pulling the coffin by various races.

Then, because the Astral Gods were all destroyed by the Necromancers, and the Eldar, those ungrateful creatures, even created the Slaanesh, the once crystal-clear dividing line between reality and the Warp has become extremely blurred in this era.

This has resulted in the Space Necromancers' current combat capabilities and operational concepts being somewhat outdated and backward.

One major manifestation of this is that the Necromancers of Space, which were developed in the past to counter the Ancient Saints, can only play a limited role in the face of beings at the level of the Chaos Gods, despite being the pinnacle of their technology.

Whether it's an empire that worships human gods, the dark Eldar who are closely tied to Slaanesh, or the Greenskins and Tyranids who appeared out of nowhere.
Faced with super technology like the Exorcism Dead Zone, which, according to technical standards, should expel the souls of material life and the influence of the Supreme Heaven in an instant, these races, shaped by the universe 60 million years in the future, reconnected with the subspace entity behind them after a brief period of adaptation, and continued to fight for their own demands under the guidance of the gods.

Those non-Star God-type methods for restricting subspace are just for show!
There's no way around it, it's just too powerful.

This gave all the Vikings the illusion that they had traveled to another universe.

The main problem is that once a soul is added, the dynastic agreement really loses its decisive suppressive power.

Logically, this shouldn't be a good thing, but in reality, it gave the Dharma Kings a thrill.

The court culture inherited from the fearful dead has finally come in handy; they no longer have to entertain themselves by pressing control buttons and driving the entire dynasty mad every day.

My mind is starting to clear up, and I'm finally able to think about things in a state that's neither mechanical nor human.

Even though they complained every day about the Silent King's abstract ideas, they could roughly guess why the Silent King destroyed the Master Control Agreement, and they also knew that no being who longed for free will could accept having such a thing hanging over their head.

After all, the master control protocol originated from the Star Gods, and who knows if those technologically skilled Star Gods might one day use it to enslave the Necromancers of space again.

This is one of the more abstract aspects of the Silent King.

Although the Silent King did something inhumane.

Although he was the culprit who caused the extermination of the Death-Fearing race.

Although he was also the culprit who violently destroyed the master control agreement and caused the once highly unified Necromancers of space to split again after the war.

Although he is now also the culprit who brought a new ideology, denying the significance of the gods to the existence of the Necromancer race, leading to another civil war among the Necromancers.

But this last of the three saints truly cared for his people and contributed his strength without reservation.

Putting aside how you contributed, let's just say you didn't contribute at all.

As for ancient sages, they are an exception. The intelligent life in this universe only learns to cherish things after it has been lost.

Dawnbreaker has struck a good balance in this regard.

Regardless of whether free will actually exists, they certainly gave the people working under them the feeling of having free will, a feeling that was not significantly different from the self-deception of chaos or the necromantic existence of space necromancy.

It's like turning the old single-choice questions into multiple-choice questions, where you don't lose points for selecting fewer options, which greatly improves the user experience.

"It's great to have a reliable boss."

Tarasin, who was slacking off nearby, sighed.

"Yeah yeah."

Auricane, standing beside him, also began to repeat the same pattern as the other victors, while he himself continued to focus on simulating the future using existing data, minimizing the operational risks after the Necromancers of Space.

There was no forced implementation, no hasty all-in bets; this feeling finally gave Aurican genuine respect for his profession as an astrologer responsible for guiding the future of the species.

Why does that sound so strange?
how to say.

The current generation of humans, led by a new generation of human gods, are more accustomed to advancing step by step, verifying the accuracy of methods through localized applications before promoting them.

Unlike before, when everyone would go all in if they had a little something, now the goal is to protect the race, and the consequences are completely predetermined.

They say everything is in the plan, but when asked, it's clear that everything is still in the ideal stage.

Then I went on.

They seem to be in a hurry to be reincarnated.

Oh, those unlucky bastards don't even have a chance to be reincarnated.

Back then, the Silent King asked for his and Tarasim's opinions, wanting to rely on these two wise men, Tarasim and Aurikan, who had witnessed the past and the future, for their advice.

O'Recson said he needed to consider the matter and required more data for calculation, but the current results were not good.

Taraxin stated that we must learn from history, avoid extremes, and not follow the old path of declaring war on the ancient saints.

The Silent King nodded, indicating that he understood.

Then he turned around and led the entire race to all-in on the Star God.

They left us no way out.

Can you believe that modern space necromancers can't even recreate the Fearful Dead through biological cloning?

Of course, according to Ramses, if they simply don't want to do anything and skip everything, they'll end up losing a lot of money.

"Orican".

Zander's voice rang out.

"General."

Having just finished a round of simulations, Aurican snapped out of his concentration and immediately bowed.

"What were the simulation results?"

Zander asked calmly.

Since accepting the Dawnwing quest, Zandrek has stopped going crazy and his mind has cleared up; his intelligence has once again taken over.

Aside from retaining his little hobby of treating all living beings as cowards, he has also returned to his original job, and has almost returned to the state he was before the Space Necromancer Unification War.

A noble, benevolent, and invincible leader.

"The result is very promising, General."

Aurican replied and immediately sent out the data he had.

"The wolf pack of the gods has shown us the true face of this era. I can use this ample data to correct our outdated combat habits and allow the soldiers to make changes in advance. By observing the timeline, I can ensure that the war develops as expected."

"At the same time, the Dark Eldar also showed great adaptability in this process. Not only did sects emerge that directly sided with the God of Pleasure in order to obtain power, but there were also a large number of organizations that replicated ancient Eldar technology to defend against attacks."

"As time went on, the wolf pack gradually lost its initial offensive capabilities. The battle entered a stalemate as the front lines continued to compress towards the Comoros. Of course, this was also related to their prioritization of preserving their manpower rather than engaging in brutal exchanges."

"Secondly, our current movements are still under the highest level of secrecy, and the Dark Eldar are still maintaining a high degree of adaptability to the wolf pack. It is foreseeable that after the Space Wolves complete the complete blockade of Comoros, our intervention will be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Auricán did not merely express himself verbally, but rather presented the French emperors with almost realistic depictions of the entire war situation and individual battlefields.

Or rather, this cannot be considered a simulation, but rather a vision of the future that Auricán himself glimpsed.

The astrological techniques passed down by the Fearful Ones are very advanced, as evidenced by their ability to predict the appearance of the Great Rift as early as 60 million years ago in Auricane.

In the past, errors occurred because of a large number of unstable factors from the subspace. Now, with the precise data provided by the Dawnwing and the observation capabilities of Auricane, the errors from the subspace have been greatly reduced.

The only troublesome thing is that the four Wings of Dawn cannot be calculated by any method. They are completely outside the Three Realms and outside the Five Elements. The only way to re-simulate them is to add the existing actual observation data to the observation results.

But to be honest, based on the past behavior of the four members of Dawnwing, Aurican believed that even if the actual result could not be calculated, the result of Dawnwing's direct intervention would definitely be much better than not calculating at all.

Therefore, preparing according to the first version is definitely not a problem.

"very good."

Zandreuk nodded, showing approval at Aurikan's detailed battlefield simulation.

With ample data support, the space necromancer was able to quickly correct its outdated combat tactics, giving this general, who had been detached from history for over 60 million years, a sense of complete control.

"Report this to the gods of humanity."

He spoke to Tarahim.

"Your will."

Tarahin immediately bowed and left.

During this short period of time, Zandreik did not think they needed any rest.

"Let's simulate it again."

Zandreuk faced the assembled dignitaries.

Benefiting from his past influence, the French emperors were all willing to entrust him with the command of their respective dynasties' troops, and were not worried that the crowned general would use this opportunity to do anything detrimental to them.

Since we have this opportunity, without being rushed, and have a chance to adapt, we should try our best to do our best.

After all, whether the war is fought well or not is a matter of the undead's most fundamental interests.

soul.

"it is good."

The French emperors readily agreed.
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"An empire, that's all it is."

A proud and resolute decision.

In the heart of Comoros, at its most prosperous and vibrant center, the uncrowned king of this dark, shadowy city, the legendary Dark Eldar governor who has held sway over Comoros for nearly ten thousand years through his own methods and schemes, is the Lord of the Shadow City, the Vicious One, the Black-Hearted One—

Asdubal Victor looked at the uninvited guest who had offered him help.

"If you are exactly the same as the future I have described."

The Lord of Youdu kneaded the information about the Space Wolves that the Dark Eldar had gathered during the days of fighting their enemies.

And the scale of the enemy calculated by Ahriman based on his observations of the empire's internal policies, resource consumption, and military mobilization over this period.

Very accurate.

Set down nine documents inscribed with runes, containing countless compressed pieces of information.

Judging by the standards of Victor, a Dark Eldar governor, and by the fact that he has not yet shed his stereotypes about Tzeentch's chosen ones.

There were no problems with the materials provided by Ahliman.

Some data omissions exist due to the mental factors of their compilers, but it is precisely these harmless omissions that increase the credibility of these documents.

It seems that not only the Lord of Pleasure and the Lord of Brass who enjoys war, but also the Lord of Changes are unwilling to let humanity dominate the galaxy.

Victor didn't expect the Lord of Change to offer any meaningful practical help; those Tzeentch-type demons were not something to be relied upon at any time or in any place.

But these data alone are enough.

There's always something to look forward to, isn't there?

This ancient Eldar, who had lived for over 20,000 years, had a better understanding of the Comoros's impending resistance.

"Yes."

Faced with the Lord of the Underworld's reaffirmation, Ahriman replied solemnly, and together with Victor, they faced the flickering net projection in the Black Hall, those shimmering, azure-blue dots symbolizing the attackers.

He didn't falsify the data, nor was there any need for it.

Compared to Victor, an ambitious man trying to defend his position, Tzeentch, standing at a higher vantage point and able to see more of the power struggle, understood the seriousness of the problem better than anyone else.

The Space Wolves must be kept in the Comoros, or they will be the ones to suffer the consequences of the 130,000 wolf floggings.

"Such a massive investment by the empire must be for the Comoros."

Ahriman emphasized this point.

His tone sounded more like he was comforting himself than admonishing someone.

"This is the only way."

　P.S.: Yesterday was chaos, and this morning, the cannons started going off around 4 a.m. I couldn't sleep at all, so I had to get up and write my novel again, sob sob sob.

　　Happy New Year, everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)