This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 128 We Will Respond
"Remember, you just need to know what this creation is. Don't try to make any connections."

In the knight production line area of the Gavin Dynasty, Ramses was leading a group of think tank troops to identify chaos pollution.

In fact, most stable psykers are not very sensitive to changes in the subspace, because if they are sensitive, they will lose control on the spot.

Ordinary psychics cannot learn from Ramses, because the four time travelers do not exist in the eyes of the demons, so they can naturally use many fancy operations.

So what Ramses wanted to teach these think tanks was how to quickly identify creations affected by the Warp without strengthening their own connection with the Warp.

Of course, this is just one of the topics in the entire educational process.

But the effect is neither good nor bad.

For example, chosen ones like Mephiston and Kahurangi do not need Ramses to teach them. When other demons see them, they subconsciously don't want to eat them, but think they are not easy to mess with. Therefore, for these characters, it is more about teaching them how to apply psychic power.

Some think tanks are more troublesome. They can never control their psychic power usage habits. If they were not stable enough after the empire's strong screening and had good luck, this habit inherited from another user who is completely different from them would have killed them long ago.

Ramses had enough cases and plenty of demons to give him the opportunity to continuously construct different types of souls for himself for experiments. Now he could basically customize psychic power usage plans for these think tanks.

"When you act with me in the future, you can try to utilize the spiritual energy that comes from me. This will help you develop better usage habits."

After the brief teaching, Ramses did not over-exploit them.

Think tanks must ensure they have sufficient energy, as the most taboo in psychic power-related research is not being clear-headed.

"I'm sure many of you have already tried this. You can keep trying to cast spells and find that feeling."

What Ramses has always emphasized is not to engage in those extravagant rituals, as the possibility of being manipulated is too high. What he wants is to think about it, cast a spell, and then separate from the subspace, preferably without the person himself realizing it.

No matter how many times they heard it, think tanks felt that Ramses' words were really outrageous.

As one of the few means of extracting power from the subspace and applying it in the real universe, psionics is extremely dangerous. Every time you cast a spell, you are gambling with your life. As you continue to cast spells, the probability of losing the bet will become higher and higher.

It turns out that the person in front of me can reduce the risk of casting spells to 0.

"You are very different from us."

Mephisto whispered.

This most mysterious elder has a terrifying amount of knowledge. It is hard to imagine how much pain and tears are behind this knowledge.

"Of course, that's obvious."

Ramses glanced sideways.

Of course, his cheating is different.

After the Battle of Pierre, Romulus asked him to write teaching materials. At first, he thought it was a trivial matter, so simple, but he found that everyone's soul has different characteristics, and the way of applying psychic power and the threshold of tolerance are also different, so the teaching methods are also different.

So he had to take out a book on preschool education to pay the advance payment, and then scan the souls of those psychics to start classifying and writing special education.

During the process, he personally molded souls of similar nature, and then experimented with them one by one. These experiences were gained purely by dying along the way. Fortunately, he figured out the pain transfer mechanism early, otherwise he would have been numb from dying so many times.

The current teaching materials are still too complicated and need some time to be polished, but the think tank can already teach step by step.

"Don't try to trace back, because you can't. What you need to do is find humans with the same traits as you, and then pass on this experience. As long as one less person falls to the waves of the warp, we will gain more strength."

"We understand."

The think tanks nodded seriously.

The elders really value the inheritance of knowledge. Even people like Ramses who have been trying to spread psychic knowledge are considered super heretics in the eyes of conservatives. They can only feel the deep sincerity in those customized courses.

"Huh~ What are you guys doing?"

Ramses came to Arthur's side, who was watching the whole scene, and saw him looking at the Black Templars praying to the Emperor in front of the burning battle flag.

"Karna is leading the Blood Angels and the Sisters in post-war rescue efforts. The Black Templars are purifying the planet under the direction of the headquarters. The Cadians have begun the transfer of armored vehicles. The Archsage remains silent. The Inquisition fleet is compiling planetary reports and arranging population transfers in surrounding star regions. Prince Leinster is communicating with Romulus. We are expected to depart tomorrow."

Arthur replied.

Well, it’s always a good idea to ask your friends if you have any questions.

Crossing his arms and nodding, Ramses curiously moved behind Arthur, keeping the same angle as his companion.

"What are you looking at?"

Ramses no longer thought Arthur was interested in psychic powers.

Besides him, Arthur is the only one among the four who understands psychic power, but Arthur has always rejected this power. Because of this, psychic damage has almost no effect on him.

"Legend has it that the Dark Angels are all master carvers. They would engrave their glory after battle into dark patterns on their armor, so that knowledgeable comrades within the order could see the glory they carry at a glance."

Arthur said softly.

"so?"

Ramses looked puzzled. This historical record was recorded in the Black Library.

"Is there a problem with the promotion of your reality anchor?"

"Indeed, except for the Black Templars, all other chapters are in a wait-and-see state."

Ramses explained: "It's mainly because it doesn't fit in with their chapter culture."

"Can a burned demon leave any traces?"

Arthur asked again.

"For example, their names, past sins, and the names of the conquerors. After a demon is slain, these can be displayed on banners or lanterns using inscriptions or secret codes known to the Empire. The more powerful the demon slain, the more vivid the name and story, and the more ornate the engraving."

"Why are you doing so much—Oh, Master Ya, you really are a genius."

Ramses looked puzzled, but quickly reacted with a thump of his fist.

What is the most important thing about Astartes?
Not loyalty.

It's an honor!
Except for a few oddballs like Sharks, Astartes care more about honor, but this honor is usually closely related to loyalty. When conflicts arise -

Look at the Chaos Astartes in the distance, family.

"You haven't figured it out yet."

Arthur smiled.

Why is the Black Templar so receptive to burning demons?

Not only was the Reality Anchor's existence a strategic aid to them, given their lack of a think tank, but also because of the honor inherent in their culture, the act of burning demons. "Yes, it's distributed by the elders. Killing a demon and burning it will light it up, automatically recording the story of the demon and the victor, completely tangible and visualizing the honor. Isn't this a walking certificate of honor?"

The more Ramses thought about it, the better he felt this plan was. It was indeed very simple to slightly modify real objects through the subspace connection. He only needed to squeeze a little more demons, so it wouldn't be a waste.

"Well, you can customize the style based on the culture of different chapters, and then, for example, you can designate a company champion. Only the chapter champion is eligible to wear it, and only the champion company is eligible to hold the flag. Plus, since it's a product of a veteran, there's no need to worry about promotion. And after participating in an honorary battle, there's a special logo."

Arthur elaborated further, "Look at how we used to work so hard for achievements in games. There are very few things in the lives of Astartes that they value so much, and Honor is one of them. If we establish a systematic promotion model like this, we should be able to mobilize their enthusiasm."

"This isn't a question of 'should'. You're a genius. I'm going to slip away now."

Ramses quickly opened a portal and jumped into the subspace to let the demons start the model.

The art design for the Slaanesh Daemon is okay, but I still need to do some research with other chapters and use theirs if they have them.
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Above orbit, the middle-level commanders of each regiment looked at the planet below where victory settlement had already begun, feeling a little sour.

The regiment commander went down, and the company champion also went down, but they didn't go down because the transmission beacon couldn't accommodate so many people due to the number of people.

The main reason is that there is no point in going down. The battle goes on too fast. It only takes about an hour, and the rest is just garbage time chasing and escaping.

Champions of all the regiments or companies, you have something to say: I earned this honorary title by fighting. If you don't let me fight, won't all my efforts be in vain?
The chapter masters also have their say. I have contributed so much to the chapter and I have devoted so much time. What's wrong with me fighting? I am not the one in command. Moreover, as the chapter master, I have unlimited power. The command of the ships is left to you.

There is no other way but to inconvenience the company commanders.

Amid the sighs and groans of the company commanders, there were Astartes in white helmets standing like minions, not knowing what they were doing.

The pharmacist also felt aggrieved.

Lord Romulus's command ability coupled with the crushing number of casualties in the game was too low. Except for a few unlucky people who were hit by high explosives or something, no one died. They had nothing to do after a battle.

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Standing among the Invincible Iron Guards, Dracula, who had been performing his guard duties, breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the thick atmosphere of battle.

Fortunately, Lord Romulus does not like to fight in person and is very rational, otherwise he would be as frightened as when he followed Lord Guilliman.

Oh, and Lord Arthur and his men are really good at fighting, so there is no need for Lord Romulus to take on them.

Dracus led the Invincible Iron Guards to experience the most leisurely guard life in their lives, and sighed silently in his heart. Then a communication from the surface of the planet lit up.

"Respected Lord Romulus, I am Voorhees Leinster Gavin of the Gavin Dynasty, Principality of Leinster."

On the other end of the line, the prince performed the Sky Eagle salute respectfully.

"Greetings, Prince of Leinster."

Romulus nodded gently, then praised: "I have heard of your decisiveness and witnessed your determination to resist. Without your contribution, this planet would surely fall into the clutches of Chaos."

"The victory of the war comes from your timely support, Lord Romulus."

The prince was flattered.

"Excuse me, what is the matter with you meeting me?"

"That's right, my Lord."

The prince quickly returned to the point.

"I would like to inquire how long the expeditionary fleet will stay so that we can present a glorious victory ceremony to you all."

".What did you just say, Prince of Leinster?"

Romulus asked back.

"A victory ceremony."

The prince replied respectfully.

"Before."

The prince was slightly surprised. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his memory and hearing, he spoke:

"The victory of the war comes from your timely support, Lord Romulus."

"Yes, timely support. You sent out a request for rescue, and we responded promptly."

Romulus still had that calm and gentle expression.

"There are countless beings like you among the stars, waiting for our timely response."

He replied seriously, "As for me, Romulus, who is in charge of the expeditionary fleet, and the expeditionary fleet under my command, we have received the request, and we will choose to respond."

The prince looked at the commander of the combined fleet and could not help feeling surprised.

".I understand, my Lord."

He replied respectfully.
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Grassland planet Elks.

The planet suffered a double blow from the Greenskins and Chaos. Their offensive was swift and fierce. Chaos began to launch their blasphemous weapons from the portals at the two poles of the planet. The Greenskins penetrated deep into the core of every human being, and were like a nail stuck in the throat of the human being.

But millions of Astra Militarum troops still hold out on this important resource planet, firmly believing that victory will eventually belong to them.

Until the sky, hundreds of Stormbirds rushed into the surface despite the anti-aircraft fire of the Greenskin Fortress, and thousands of Astartes spread out on the flat land and began to kill the enemies of the Emperor bloody and swiftly.

"Commissar, look, it's the Emperor's Angel!"

At the front line of the battlefield, the captain was replacing the batteries in his gun. Looking at the Astartes visible in front of him, he shouted excitedly:
"The Empire has received our call for help. The angels are here to support us!"

"Is your pen still working?"

The political commissar looked at the exaggerated number of weapons dropped and the war weapons that were still falling from the sky, and asked the second lieutenant beside him.

"Of course, the ink I just mixed before the battle didn't get bumped."

"Lend it to me."

"political commissar?"

The second lieutenant looked at the political commissar who turned and left in confusion.

"What do we do now?"

"Write a suicide note."

(End of this chapter)