This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 35 Emperor: Why doesn’t Magnus have this brain?
"How can this be?"

Romulus said subconsciously.

Inside the small and dark warship, a single Dark Eldar could easily cause casualties to multiple Astartes.

Not to mention the hundreds of Astartes in the expeditionary fleet, a whole regiment of Man-Eating Sharks couldn't handle it in five minutes, and with so few people in the expeditionary fleet, there was even a possibility of failure.

It would be fine if the Black Templar team was here. The minimum number of black orcs is 5,000. Even if the arena queen Lilith comes, they will be beaten and burned at the stake.

"Yeah, how is that possible?"

The priest also found this difficult to understand. It was not difficult to clear out these aliens that were like rootless duckweed. They only needed to concentrate their superior forces to eat away the areas they occupied bit by bit, and they would naturally be able to take them down in a short time.

The Mechanical Ark is such a huge warship that even if the core of its furnace is blown up by the Dark Eldar, the damage caused will not cause the warship to lose its combat effectiveness.

But five minutes.
He thought that the sage was either going to change his mind at the last minute and give them an impossible task in order to abandon the deal.

Or maybe the ship was so important to him that he couldn't take any risks.

Finally, unable to resist Aglaia's insistence and the priest's divination results, the expedition fleet sent out two combat teams to launch a surprise attack. After suffering heavy casualties, they captured the three commanders alive, intending to obtain sufficient intelligence.

The one with the highest status was locked in a sealed container, and the remaining two remained silent after being interrogated by the Inquisitor.

Now, the accumulated conflicts within this team have reached a very serious level.

Following the priest's narration, Romulus finally understood the whole story.

Aglaia believed the omen and asked the Black Templar to disregard casualties, but her own ability had already disappointed Marshal Orlando, and she was not willing to make any more sacrifices for this absurd decision.

The priest is the diviner of the Emperor Tarot, hoping to enlist the help of the Deathwatch and the Man-eater Sharks to try to fulfill the Great Sage's request.

Kaul's own attitude is very ambiguous.

Before encountering the Dark Eldar, the reward offered by the Great Sage was extremely generous, but after the Dark Eldar boarded his ship, he became extremely conservative and directly gave up the planet that he was willing to pay a huge price to go to.

"What do you think?"

Romulus began to seek advice from his companions.

"Don't look at me. I can't kill them all in five minutes."

Arthur shrugged, noticing that Romulus seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"The same goes for Karna and Tiberus. If anyone else were to attack with us, the casualties would be too great."

".Is that so."

Romulus wanted to say that this was not what he wanted to ask, but Arthur thought it was quite awesome that he could kill all the dark elves by himself.

Of course, he himself did not really want to micro-manage in this kind of encounter. After all, there were a bunch of Dark Eldar hiding in the shadows.

He is not the Primarch, and no matter how terrifying he is, he cannot guarantee that more than a hundred people can react. His usual training direction is to conduct joint heavy armored forces' assault operations. This kind of high-speed assault and close combat with the Dark Eldar is too difficult for his brain.

Karna

He just opened his mouth, but seeing Karna's expression that said 'Why rely on me when you can rely on someone else', he simply shut up.

"."

Romulus looked around and suddenly realized that there seemed to be not many usable brains in this team.

"Hey, why don't you ask the almighty magic wizard in the time travel team?"

"Do you have any idea?"

Ignoring Ramses' self-mockery, Romulus asked.

"I have an idea, but I have to try it first. Besides, you shouldn't mind getting involved in the subspace, right?"

"do not mind."

Romulus said again: "But Arthur can't." "That's enough, you two stay here, I'm going to pick up the goods."

Ramses turned around and returned to the Thunderhawk that carried them, and in a few seconds he dragged down a coffin wrapped in chains.

"Try to see if you can connect."

Ramses knocked on the iron coffin.

Romulus glanced at the coffin that was covered with the mark of purity, understood, and directly synchronized part of his perception over.

Then the scene in front of his eyes changed.

The most obvious change was that he seemed to be able to see the soul of a creature.

The priests and nuns around him were all wrapped in a layer of light golden mist, while the great sage Kaul looked like a broken cloud.

Especially when his eyes fell on the closed iron box, a soul that was obvious enough to outline a complete contour was curled up there along with the movements of his physical body.

It felt like an extra layer had been added to the image in my field of vision, with a filter of strange and eerie colors.

"This is?"

"Hand-rubbed Slaanesh Daemon Host."

Ramses replied, "It seems to be working well?"

“It’s more than just a good effect.”

Romulus's gaze swept to the depths of the cabin, where those souls like bright light wandered, expressing every aspect of themselves to the fullest.

He turned around, and the filter mixed with dirty pink finally disappeared when he came into contact with his partner.

"Now I understand why a single Slaanesh demon can wipe out an entire slave hunting team in novels."

Facing an opponent who sees through you completely, without absolute physical advantage, no matter how hard you struggle, you will die.

"Are you sure now?"

"Yes, but we still need the help of the sharks."

Romulus nodded, acknowledging that Ramses was taking advantage of everyone.

"After all, Hei Douya's reaction was quite exaggerated. We still need to surround and kill him. Speaking of which, you've already completed the demon possession project. Why don't you use it directly on Astartes?"

The Slaanesh Astartes' hammer against the Eldar was even more accurate. The Dark Eldar's Webway hub, Comoros, was severely tormented by Lucius, the Chosen One of Slaanesh.

"Dude, that's a demon. Do you really expect it to listen to you?"

Ramses couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this. After the experiment, the demon host and they shared the control of this body. After all, in essence, they were giving this body a subspace operating program, and then they would be fighting for the handle.

"You should know that demons aren't actually afraid of death, right?"

"of course."

Romulus nodded. This was actually a misunderstanding among most Warhammer enthusiasts, who believed that demons would obey the powers that could completely kill them.

But to be honest, in the Four Gods' Great Game, there are mountains of permanently dead demons, even big demons can be filled in, and I haven't seen these things afraid of death.

Of course, they still know how to seek benefits and avoid harm, but it is indeed impossible to control them by threatening them with death. If they are really stuffed into the empty shells of Space Marines and asked to fight, they will cause trouble for the traversers and it will be impossible to resolve.

However, what can truly restrain demons in the real universe are the demon contracts that are linked to the power of the subspace and can forcibly control the behavior of demons.

"And don't mention the devil's contract to me. I'm so smart that I could be fooled into losing half my savings when I first met the Emperor. Don't let me touch this."

Hey--

If a wise Primarch of the Thousand Sons had had your brains ten thousand years ago, the Emperor would have built a Webway to Andromeda by now.

(End of this chapter)