This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 134 Many Problems
"Necromancy?"

There was a glint of curiosity in Romulus' eyes, and he was obviously very interested in this topic.

"The Tombstone Gate? The Soul-Exorcising Dead Zone?"

Ramses narrowed his dead fish eyes, shook his head expressionlessly, and said with a hint of helplessness:
"I'm not Vashtor."

If they could really capture Vashtor and use him as a laborer, or seize his authority over the warp, then necromancy technology would no longer be an unattainable mystery to them.

If the conditions are right, it is not impossible to overthrow the Undead Dynasty with the hammer of the Dead Realm.

This incident is also recorded in the future Black Library.

"Unlocking the Underworld Scarab will be considered a success,"

Ramses continued, a hint of fatigue in his tone.

"For now, let the demons focus on unlocking various derivatives of Necromancer technology around the Phase Sword and the Neural Crusher. If there are enough entries and physical objects, they should be able to be found. The rest depends on whether there are any in the Warp."

He pointed to the neuroshredder on the table.

The improvement this thing brings to mortal combat teams after it becomes popular is quite good.

A nameless being without a face or the watchful eye of the Warp will die if hit by a single shot, no matter how thick your armor is.

As for the Vindicare assassins' weapons, they didn't like them.

Records show that most of these people's assassinations were very abstract. They were OK at killing planetary governors, but when it came to anyone related to the warp, they would often miss the target, fail to kill the person, or even hit the person but have no effect at all for various reasons.

Of course, everything that needed to be swept was swept. The equipment, which was similar to the nanosuit in Crysis, was quite good and could also be used to equip mortal troops in the future.

"Row."

Romulus nodded to show his understanding, without much disappointment on his face.

He retrieved the technical integration report he had just received in his mind.

Just think of it as a technical reserve, it will be useful when the time comes anyway.

he thinks.

Because of the expedition, their direct intervention in established events also brought them tremendous spiritual energy.

These souls can not only form a fleet for them at critical moments, but also form the basis for quickly laying out various production lines after finding the mother planet in the future.

During the expedition, in addition to reimbursing the equipment consumption of each battle group, they also conducted technical surveys of the imperial worlds they passed along the way.

Whether it was for people's livelihood, military affairs, or the STCs privately held by governors or nobles, they were basically all in his hands. By the way, Romulus also brought Dracula and others to formulate a short-term development plan for the planet based on the conditions of the planet.

Romulus kept the astropaths in communication, understanding the status of each planet and keeping cases regardless of the results, which would become their reserves for building their own pocket empire in the future.

"Speaking of which, the Astropathic community is also a target to be won over."

Romulus looked at the form. They had been getting along well with the Astropath and the Navigator recently.

Perhaps because the warp navigation and information reception were unusually stable, these psychics attributed it to the blessings brought by Romulus and others.

Yes, of course we know that the Astropaths and Navigators are noble beings watched by the Emperor, and they have extremely high awareness. Even if death is in front of them in the next second, they will choose to jump in directly.

You cannot insult a psyker entrusted with a great mission by the Emperor by using nonsense like "I can save your life."

But, bro, what if I told you I could keep you in the Emperor's service for much longer?

“Religious issues are also serious.”

When Romulus thought of the religious enthusiasm of the upper echelons of the expeditionary fleet, he felt a headache. His brows unconsciously frowned, and he pressed his fingers lightly on his temples, as if this could relieve his inner irritability.

He stood in front of the observation window of the bridge, looking through the thick bulletproof glass at the twinkling lights of ships in the distant starry sky, but his heart was heavy.

Apart from the wandering traders, the biggest beneficiary of this expedition was the state religion.

The results of this operation, named "Dawn Expedition", were indeed exaggerated. The alien and chaos threats in the entire eastern star field were visibly reduced, and the results greatly inspired all parties.

The result was that the state religions in the neighboring star regions began to organize crusades and continued to advance eastward along the expeditionary fleet's route.

But do you think that organizing an army and expanding the results of war means that what the state religion does is human?

In fact, this is not the case. Despite their massive size, these fleets, often numbering hundreds of millions of people, are composed of a small number of armed ships and transport vessels, filled with workers, farmers, believers, and other lower-class populations from various star regions.

These jihadists are not like Pierre, who have time travelers providing them with weapons and supplies at all costs.

They gave their remaining savings to the state religion in exchange for a ticket to join the holy war, simple equipment, and a vague future of becoming nobles in the new world.

The State Church would not allow the Crusade to stop until it was completely defeated, as this Crusade could bring them countless incomes. They could use the fruits of the expedition to make money and continue to expand their influence in their respective star regions.

The holy war will be fought along the edge of the Ghoul Star Region, and these poor ordinary people will be thrown into a series of pioneering wars.

Romulus sneered, shook his head, and muttered to himself: "How ironic."

Sometimes I find it really funny that the state religion always preaches that humans are the Emperor's currency, but they themselves are always wasting it.

Romulus felt it necessary to set aside the state religion and pursue his own interests, but as long as the Emperor appeared and the Warp existed, religious beliefs would inevitably continue to exist and their influence would grow.

Because the vast majority of individuals in the human group cannot control their own destiny, they must rely on something powerful to continue to survive.

In the 21st century, there are still a lot of people who believe in illusory gods, not to mention that there really are gods in the 40k universe.

However, Romulus still led everyone to jointly send a letter of opinion to the state religion.

The letter affirmed the support of the various branches of the Ecclesiarchy for the Dawn Crusade, and relatively tactfully stated that although the expedition had achieved excellent results, the Imperial worlds that were attacked were all experiencing a shortage of population.

If the results of the expedition are to be consolidated and the Emperor's glory continues to be maintained on the far eastern border of the Empire, the development of these planets must be guaranteed.

Another purpose is to cause some trouble for the unscrupulous traveling traders. These guys have gone a bit too far while other organizations in the empire have not yet reacted.

Allowing the Assassin's Court to enter the expeditionary fleet was intentional in order to intimidate those with ulterior motives.

Otherwise, Arthur and Ramses would have been able to clean them out as soon as these people entered the fleet.

"I can somewhat feel the regent's pain."

Romulus murmured softly and raised his hand to rub his sore eyes. In the secret hut of the traversers, his little nest was filled with data boards and communication records. The cold light of the screen reflected on his face, making his expression seem even more solemn.

This situation is really similar to the situation when Guilliman was balancing the forces of various parties after the Great Heresy, which is more tiring than fighting a war.

He handled these matters seriously, his fingers sliding quickly across the data pad, occasionally pausing for a moment, frowning slightly, as if weighing some decision.

Thanks to the title of leader of the expedition fleet, people still listen to what he says now.

But power is something that will gradually slip away if you don't exercise it. Romulus knew this very well, so he could only hold on to it tighter and tighter, like holding a double-edged sword, which could hurt himself if he wasn't careful.

Many star district governors have already complained about this kind of remote control behavior.

They were worried that Romulus would use this opportunity to expand his influence in various star regions, and they discussed the matter secretly.

However, looking at the size and strength of the expeditionary fleet, they only complained a little and did not really take any action.

After all, no matter how dissatisfied you are, you can't cause trouble for the other party at this time.

As for the problem of the next planet being infested with weeds, Romulus did not emphasize it too much.

He just mentioned it casually when he came in, and his companions nodded in understanding.
Yes, this is an important matter, but it does not require much discussion.

They all knew it, and that was enough.

Yeah, just need to know.

Pre-war preparations are actually the best to do because the result is basically winning.

Romulus leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning the star map in the secret hut, and he already had an idea of the enemy's strength.

Just look at the strength of the expeditionary fleet and you'll know. Don't run into legions led by the Chosen of Chaos, or enemies like the Silent King who just returned to the galaxy. Any opponent can be dealt with simply with a plain attack.

Winning is inevitable.

Romulus was merely optimizing the process and didn't worry about it much.

He stood up, walked to the star map, and gently ran his fingers across the twinkling points of light. He turned around to look at his companions beside him, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, finally revealing a confident smile.

For them, winning the war is actually the easiest thing.

(End of this chapter)