This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 139 The dead memories began to attack me
"You are in the Warp now, there is no doubt about that."

Ramses looked back at the Prophet.

"And now, you are my captured property. I will determine how you will be treated based on your level of cooperation."

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Indeed, he was in the subspace and had no physical body.

But the soul was not sucked away, and the strong feeling of palpitations was completely isolated here.

The prophet carefully felt his own condition, and even tried to use psychic prophecy to predict his own condition in a very suicidal way.

complete.

perfect.

This is a shocking conclusion. If the prophet was not confident in his own path, he would have felt that the Lord of Change was playing tricks on him.

He even felt that if he could go to Comoros and ask the Haemonchi to make a body for him, he could be resurrected immediately.

The prophet made up his mind and started a small prophecy against Ramses.

can not see.

The threads of destiny of every being in the galaxy exist in the Warp, even those ancient enemies sleeping in tombs are no exception. The various Arks have used prophecies to find those tomb worlds and sent assassins to put the lords of those dynasties to eternal sleep.

The prophet looked at Ramses with awe in his eyes, and the arrogance he had towards the younger race disappeared.

This is not a human being.

"The Lord of Change?"

The Seer inquired, having already concluded that this man was not a demon.

Regardless of whether it was arrogance or self-confidence, at least the prophet believed that apart from the demons of Slaanesh, even Carlos would not be able to be flawless in front of him.

Don’t think that Arthur beat him like killing a chicken. He was really caught off guard and all his skills were useless.

"The Lord of Change is still outside, focusing on attacking the park. If the T-demon comes here to wipe out the enemy, you will see it."

Ramses complained silently in his heart, too lazy to explain his identity, and let the other party guess it himself.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the point is that I need you to serve me."

He said, "Since I'm still interested in you, I can give you a chance to choose. You can refuse, but believe me, the ending will definitely be what you least want to accept."

"just me?"

The prophet looked around and saw that the souls of his compatriots were still frozen in time.

He felt that these compatriots were real, but they still needed further verification.

"Including them."

Ramses said generously.

The Eldar population is really small. Such a large fleet has only about 10,000 people including ground combat personnel, so it’s okay to cover them all.

"The Dark Eldar can't do it, and neither can some of the unlucky ones."

If they were really attacked head-on by his other three friends, they would just be unlucky. The abilities of the four people did not interfere with each other, so Ramses naturally could not snatch people from his friends quietly.

There are people of different ranks among the white bean sprouts, and even the emperor is willing to make friends with some of them.

But black bean sprouts are very heavyweight. The only difference between them and Slaanesh demons is that they are not Slaanesh demons. Those things are constantly providing power to Slaanesh as long as they are alive. It would be best if they all died.

"What do you need?"

The prophet immediately asked:
"I still prefer the way you bravely stood firm in the face of Slaanesh."

Ramses laughed, unable to help but tease. The prophet didn't reply. If a guaranteed lesser god was willing to protect them, it would be an honor for their race.

Even if you have a request, you have to consider the request of this being.

Seeing this, Ramses simply shut up and stopped teasing.

This behavior of being arrogant at first and then respectful is indeed laughable, but as a qualified politician who can lead an ethnic group, this is how he should behave.

Dying without falling into the hands of Slaanesh is the best outcome. Even if you have this awareness, you will still be afraid, and you dare not even think about the rest.

"I need you, and all of you, to share with me all that belongs to the Eldar."

"Where do I begin?"

If a smart person dares to argue, with Ramses' temper, he will be directly handed over to the demon of Slaanesh to serve.

Now you dare to kiss your master and expect him to work?
"Let's start with the foresight and the application of your Eldar's technology."

Ramses scratched the panel he had asked Romulus to compile for him, and an indicator was projected in front of the prophet.

"The same goes for the rest of the Eldar. First, share your paths, then the techniques you each possess, and then your culture and history. You will be in charge of communicating with and managing the Eldar who enter this area. I will assign tasks regularly, and once you've completed your targets, you can do whatever you want."

"I understand."

The prophet nodded to show that he understood. While he was impressed by the tolerance of this being, he also wondered why this being didn't seem to understand psychic powers?

But recalling the way he killed his compatriots, the prophet slowly shook his head.

He should be very familiar with how demons use their psychic powers, which means that the other party should be a genuine subspace creature.

Should I say that I am trying to learn how to use psychic energy in the physical universe?
What’s the point of learning this?
The prophet felt extremely surprised. The Eldar's psychic energy application technology was indeed extraordinary and was regarded as a miracle by countless races in the material universe, but there was no need for the beings in the warp to care about this.

A series of questions lingered in his mind, and the prophet vaguely guessed something.

But to be honest, he didn't want to admit the answer that made him extremely jealous just thinking about it.

"Then let's do this for now."

Ramses turned around.

"Your compatriots are coming, they will clash with the weapons of those you see as barbarians, and then they will be destroyed."

".clear."

The prophet did not say much. He was not sure about the nature of this god and could only respond with words of obedience.

"The contract still stands. I will protect your souls, and you will serve me. It's that simple."

Seeing this, Ramses said no more. With a flash of his body, his consciousness returned to the real universe.

The real universe is still waiting for him to make a living.
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By the time Ramses and Arthur cleared out an Eldar ship, the Dawn had returned to the vicinity of Mandeville Point.

The fleets of the three parties were mixed together as they moved back and forth.

A few light seconds away, an Eldar fleet arranged in battle formation was emerging from a Webway gate hidden on an asteroid.

As the star at the center of the galaxy casts a dazzling stream of particles, the stellar sails refract their light, bathing these slender and graceful warships in a brilliant sea of light.

At the same time, the curtain of Mandeville Point was torn apart by the huge energy, and a huge main fleet sailed out under the leadership of two Glorious Queens.

The Claw of Law, along with a small force, quickly intercepted the Eldar's support. That insignificant fleet was actually a battle group consisting of a Glorious Queen and six battleships, like a natural barrier in front of the Eldar ships.

The Eternal Crusade, with a large force, charged directly at the Iron Warriors' fleet, its fanatical roar echoing throughout the universe along with the star language.

The voice penetrated the veil of the void, penetrated the steel that protected the traitors, and echoed in the ears of all life.

"Steel decays, but stone remains!"

(End of this chapter)