This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 124 Let’s Go! (3.4k)

Arthur and a group of commanders gathered in the bridge access area of the Eternal Expedition.

It has been expanded into a huge information processing center.

As early as when they were assisting Bal in building the framework, the astropaths gathered here fully utilized their astropathic communications and began to collect and identify requests for help from the expedition route.

With the subspace shielding of the four of them, the astropaths' subspace communications finally no longer had to rely on risking their lives to dig for gold in the shit, and they also had to deal with subspace creatures that jumped out of the pit and took a bite from time to time.

However, identifying information itself is a huge project. After all, no one knows whether these complex information comes from the past, present or future after being baptized by the subspace.

Fortunately, the time travelers have their own ways.

The astropath collected and integrated the information and delivered it to Arthur and Ramses on the bridge. After verification, various contingency plans related to the location of the incident began to be distributed to various staff members.

The staff completed their tasks efficiently and then took on new work without any questions or delays.

Romulus has proven through practice that his decision-making and judgment are unquestionable, and Arthur knows the names and responsibilities of every staff member, ensuring the efficient operation of the process.

Commanders, including the Chapter Master, only need to handle the internal affairs of the troops and wait for the fleet to set sail.

The soldiers and generals knew each other and operated smoothly, and the whole process showed an unfamiliar yet comfortable sense of coordination.

"The devil is still the best."

Beside Arthur, Ramses sighed.

Without the demons' hard work, it would be extremely difficult for them to guess the authenticity of those astropathic communications.

"Yes."

Arthur nodded in agreement. The demons' hard work greatly reduced the burden of verifying the authenticity of astropathic communications. Without their assistance, the process would be extremely cumbersome.

Ramses has repeatedly expounded on the potential advantages of developing the subspace.

Now the Emperor has become humanity's protector in the Warp, and the number of psychics has increased significantly every hundred years. Humanity can no longer avoid the existence of the Warp. Instead of avoiding it, it is better to explore its laws more deeply and transform it into usable resources.

The locals don’t have this ability, but he does.

Things like burning demons to replace the Geller stance generator, or using demon engines to replace suicide attacks can all be done. He will take care of the safety measures, and at most, Old Man Huang can just paint the style or something.

At least we can't be unilaterally exploited by these demons like in the past.

This is what Ramses thought.

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When Romulus knew about this, he almost asked Arthur to cut off this guy's psychic power to prevent him from doing anything outrageous.

Of course, in the end, after Ramses' insistence, everyone decided to let him continue his research on the subspace.

Of course, he was not so reckless as to activate psychic ascension on a whim, transforming all human beings into non-material life forms to live in the subspace, and then jumping into the cesspool with everyone.

What kind of ultimate hell is the subspace now?

See those dying and dead demons?

If anything in the subspace had any value in sympathy and transformation, Ramses would not have resorted to such exaggerated means to fight poison with poison.

Arthur glanced sideways at his companion.

He lowered his head and was integrating the laws of this knowledge. After confirming that there was not too much subspace influence and the correctness of the laws, this type of identification plan would be promoted locally among the astropathic community.

That's the huge advantage they have.

As time travelers, they are fundamentally different from the creatures of this universe and cannot be sensed by the Four Gods. Also, because of their education, they do not have any academic clique thinking and intend to hold on to certain things as if they were treasures.

Ramses would pay attention to these astropaths, collect their user experiences, and after confirming that there were no problems, he would conduct local promotions, and then subtly spread the information to the entire empire.

Of course, the latter part was just a dream. In the Empire, where academic cliques are everywhere and each psychic institution is completely independent, teachers are wary of students and students are wary of teachers. There has never been a systematic psychic education model. Ramses felt thankful that he could complete the promotion within the expedition fleet without changing its course.

"Romulus, are you ready?"

Nearly twenty minutes passed and no staff came, so Arthur looked out the window.

The expeditionary fleet is now hovering near the star. Those logistics ships, which are much larger and more bloated than the Imperial warships, are dragging huge plasma extractors to collect the escaping plasma clouds around the star.

After processing, these plasma clouds are compressed into plasma cells and sent into the reaction cores of Imperial battleships as fuel.

"Wait a little longer. The Slevin Hive World has been confirmed to be safe, but the Gavin Knight World has not yet responded."

Romulus, who had been sitting on the command throne, replied: "Be patient, there are still forty-six hours until the deadline."

The data obtained from a simple subspace galaxy transmission measurement formula has large fluctuations due to the chaos in the subspace. This is the threshold calculated by Ramses by beating the demons.

At present, the most critical thing in the short-term voyage is the choice between going to Gavin or Slevin. Slevin is faster and has not been involved in war, while the planet Gavin has remained silent and no one knows what happened.

Since the ships of the expeditionary fleet come from various forces in the empire, the configurations and equipment of the ships are different. The most typical ones are the differences in Geller positions and subspace engine models.

Some ships, such as those equipped with Bellecour-type stations, can achieve faster speeds in warp navigation, but as the speed of warp navigation increases, these stations will begin to "flicker", and at that time they must leave the warp.

As the commander of the fleet, you must take all these factors into consideration as much as possible to prevent any fleet from falling behind, so route planning is extremely important.

"Ah."

Arthur nodded and looked out the window again.

Other logistics ships are also extracting gas from a gaseous planet to make promethium. A large amount of raw materials are swallowed into the vast steel behemoth, and then the fuel needed for the internal circulation of a starship and a large amount of by-products sufficient to serve as rations for the crew are produced and then sent to the warship.

This sight, incredibly spectacular up close and resembling the movement of ants from afar, never tires of being seen. Only when the Empire demonstrates its extraordinary technology can Arthur vaguely catch a glimpse of the advancements of the interstellar empire.

The knight just stared ahead quietly.

Until the familiar incense approaches.

"My Lord, our astropaths have received new psychic communications."

A stream of information composed of abstract images spanned the chaotic sky. The new Master of Star Language had psychic light in his eyes as he observed the images to the best of his ability.

Ever since the expeditionary fleet entered Pierrede, the waves of the warp seemed to be isolated from it.

He was able to calmly avoid the evil creatures that were spying on him and accurately translate every message.

[The Knight World of Gavin has requested support. A heretical cult has broken out. The Central Dynasty of Gavin has fallen. Resistance is currently concentrated in the Principality of Leinster.]

After Ramses completed the verification, Arthur quickly passed the news to Romulus after confirming that it was correct.

"You see, patience pays off."

Romulus smiled. The expedition fleet's complicated route had been solved with the last piece of the puzzle. After going to Bushling to complete the replenishment, the fleet's first stop would be Gavin.

"Notify everyone, it's time for us to set off."

Almost at the same time, the commanders who were resting with their eyes closed opened their eyes and looked towards the platform with a scorching light.
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"We should go."

Karna spoke softly, his voice gentle but firm, as if he was speaking to his companions beside him, as well as to himself.

The pace of war has never hesitated because of anyone's pause, and the will of the Four Gods will not be shaken by their restraint.

Karna looked at the red soil in the distance. The jet pack on his back lit up with a faint light, carrying him up and then landing lightly on the ground.

He squatted down, scooped up a handful of soil with both hands, and gently stroked the coarse grains with his fingertips. The land here was so barren that it was heartbreaking. Salinization had made it lose its vitality, and the cracked lines caused by thirsty water were like the silent sigh of the earth.

“Note what it looks like now.”

Karna looked up, a hint of optimism on his face.

Behind him were the angel descendants who fell with him.

“Because you won’t be able to see it anymore.”

There was hope in his eyes as he looked at the desolate area, seeing some distant possibility.

Dante came to Karna's side.

"She's going to get better, right?"

He asked, a hint of expectation hidden in his tone.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked towards the sky of Baal. It was a scarlet sky, echoing the scarlet sand beneath their feet. The whole world was dyed with the colors of blood and fire.

"Yes, she will become better. She will have the brightness of the morning, the brightness of noon, and the crimson of the setting sun. Her colors will no longer be monotonous, and neither will her people."

The wind blew, picking up fine sand and dust, which hit their faces, but no one retreated. They knew that a handful of soil was insignificant and could not stop the reality of the raging war, nor could it shake the indifference of the Four Gods, but this handful of soil carried a weight that they were unwilling to bear.

".We should leave."

Karna sighed again.

Although it is tiring to take care of a group of children, it is also quite interesting, especially when they are particularly obedient, which always fills Karna's heart with a sense of responsibility.

But a short period of relaxation does not mean that you have to indulge in it.

Karna knew very well that Baal was just one of the countless human worlds in the galaxy. No matter how well they built Baal, it could not change the fact that 99% of the people in the galaxy were struggling in pain.

The war in the galaxy will never end, and the only response humans can make is war. All the travelers can do now is to bring them victory.

Karna kneaded the soil and placed it in a crystal pendant.

Of course, the changes in a handful of soil don't mean anything.

But this handful of soil you carry with you can be given a lot of meaning.

The angels who were about to leave with the expedition fleet followed suit and also collected a handful of soil and put it in the crystal pendant that Karna had helped them carve.

Let us remember Barr's past and move towards a better future.

And the rest——

Karna looked back.

They need to explore it themselves.
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[Either bring purification or be reduced to ashes, we will hold the determination to die and open up a pure land for mankind.]

The two Glorious Queens sailed side by side, the distance between them precise to the millimeter, and the faint light of the void shield generators intertwined to form an invisible barrier between the hulls.

All kinds of screen ships and transport ships followed around them like loyal hounds. Heavy warships were in the front, enveloping an inconspicuous cruiser. The formation was like a slowly raised spear, with the tip pointing directly at the distant star field.

It was a hotbed of rebellion, a den of heresy, and a wound in the empire.

Every inch of steel in the fleet vibrated with the galloping of the engines, silently announcing the arrival of victory.

Then, a rift opened up at Mandeville Point, and the mighty fleet disappeared in an instant.

The void was silent, only the approaching storm was about to come.

(End of this chapter)