Chapter 395: Warp Probe
'The Emperor's Voice of Humility.'
This phrase frequently appeared among groups under the protection of the Dawnbreakers.
As the influence of the Dawnbreakers spread, the idea of returning souls to the Golden Throne became a genuine possibility for Imperial citizens. With rising education levels, more and more mortals gained a deeper understanding of their faith, leading to firmer belief and a tighter connection with the Emperor.
This anomaly usually manifested as a voice suddenly popping up to say He wasn't a god just when you thought He was.
Unfortunately, although Imperial citizens nodded along verbally, their faith only grew stronger.
This was generally considered the humility of a god.
After all, a true god doesn't need to prove His power, nor does He need believers; rather, believers need Him.
"I am not a god—I am not a god—"
This incessant chanting lasted for 13 minutes and 13 seconds before ending.
Then let me ask you—
Trazyn felt the Emperor might truly be insane.
What's the difference between this and a child who can't convince others, trying to overwrite their brains by repeating a single sentence?
"Are you sure the Emperor is okay?"
He carefully confirmed with Ramesses again.
After all, the Emperor was the safety net for this operation. If He couldn't move, they wouldn't dare dive in.
"Just be glad He can still make a sound."
Ramesses rolled his eyes.
The four of them had completely given up on the issue of divinity.
Denial is a god's humility; admission is a god's confidence. Any attempt to fundamentally reverse the thinking will eventually shift from 'Are you a god?' to 'As expected, you are a god!'
Let the Imperials think what they want.
"Oh."
Trazyn questioned no further, flipping his hand to stow the Blackstone rune.
Not long ago, he accepted Romulus's order to return home and swipe a Blackstone planet to use as the carrier for the 'Warp Probe'.
Project 'Warp Probe'.
Led by Ramesses, it involved submerging a planet into the warp by strengthening its warp connection, relying on Arthur's properties to block external influence, thereby achieving large-scale strategic deployment within the warp. The project had entered the experimental phase two years ago.
Now that it was basically done, he came back, leaving the rest for Ramesses to test. Unexpectedly, Ramesses arrived right on his heels.
As for the Necron Dynasty within the planet?
Don't worry about such trifles. Just sleeping in a different place; isn't it the same as his home?
The tesseract labyrinths of Solemnace were quite spacious.
"I advise you not to be too obsessed with collecting warp-related artifacts."
Noticing Trazyn's look, and combining it with certain events that hadn't happened yet, Ramesses offered kind advice.
Someone collected a big bell back in the day.
As a result, at a certain important time node for the galaxy in the future, the bell rang.
And someone lost a huge pile of collections.
The entire gallery was messed up, a loss unprecedented in sixty million years.
As for who this person was, he wouldn't say.
"I know."
The Great Collector didn't care.
He had contributed so much to the Imperium. Leaving aside Cawl and the countless scientists still busy with the wormhole at the Science Hub, any Imperial historian would have to kowtow respectfully and call him Lord Trazyn.
What's wrong with skimming a little for himself?
"Suit yourself."
Ramesses shrugged indifferently.
"Master Art, I'm back!"
Ramesses, leading a few Grey Knights, kicked the door open and greeted from afar, then pulled up his mask to resist the heavy visual pollution from the Grey Knights and Custodians in the air.
The assembled troops had been waiting here for a long time.
Troops about to be deployed into the warp were safest around the Lord of Knights.
"Testing complete?"
Arthur pushed himself up, gripping the hilt of his sword.
"Mm. Waiting for Karna to get in position. Corax is coming with me."
Ramesses sat on the edge of the tactical platform, which displayed the deployment just discussed by the War Council.
In addition to the initial deployment for the warp plague war, the deployment of defensive troops after the plague, the concentration of war power, and the formation and allocation of support fleets, organized by the War Council mainly consisting of the Pyrewing for strategy and the Ultramarines for logistics, were all nearing completion.
It also included the main force's support plan for Armageddon, prioritizing breaking the pincer attack on the Maelstrom Zone by Orks and Tyranids, and then dealing with the rest.
They would move as soon as the plague situation recovered.
It was evident that although the situation was tense and the four of them were extremely busy, they were exceptionally confident about the outcome of this plague war.
And the timing of this move was chosen very early.
Glancing at a plan marked with a wormhole hub icon, Ramesses looked around. Most people showed nervous expressions.
At least for Imperials, it was too early.
"My lord!"
Kaldor Draigo, now Brother-Captain of the 3rd Brotherhood, spoke up: "Should we wait a bit longer, let us establish positioning first?"
He voiced everyone's thoughts.
"Oh, what are you waiting for? I didn't see you waiting when you charged Angron yourselves."
Ramesses waved his hand impatiently.
The nature of this was completely different.
Draigo exchanged a glance with Shield-Captain Marcus beside him.
After returning to Terra to report his observations and leveraging the information advantage, Marcus immediately embarked on the return journey, leaving most of his Ten Thousand colleagues in the Solar Segmentum.
It wasn't that he wasn't loyal to his brothers, but the endless heresy purging work in the Solar Segmentum was truly a waste of his youth.
Marcus looked at Ramesses eagerly. Since this one made contact with them, the Grey Knights could intuitively feel the Emperor, and the Custodians could receive proper dreams from the Emperor without needing to organize a dream interpretation association to study what riddles the Emperor was speaking every day. After ten thousand years, they could truly receive orders from the Emperor.
Although Ramesses denied connection with the Emperor and often said treasonous things like 'Given Old Man Gold's EQ, if we were really raised by the Emperor, there would be two of us instead of four', which no one knew how to refute.
But putting aside those things, being able to say such words alive without the Emperor ever showing any negative reaction, didn't this prove that his status was closer to the Emperor than theirs?
The Custodians and Grey Knights looked at Ramesses eagerly.
In any case, this living ancestor must not have any accidents.
Their deaths and a Primarch's death were completely different in nature.
"Alright, alright, look at my deployment here first."
Ramesses threw out a book.
"Especially you, Draigo. You Grey Knights really need to learn some real skills. This is actual combat. Otherwise, with your current level, ten thousand miles away from Eldar Farseers, you want to pin down the Emperor if He gets off the Throne? I think it's doubtful. That Terminus Decree is like a decoration."
The Terminus Decree.
The Grey Knights' greatest secret, detailing what the Emperor might become in the future and elaborating on the attitude towards Him. A secret only accessible to the Supreme Grand Masters of each generation—
[The Master of Mankind must never be allowed to leave the Golden Throne, including but not limited to resurrection, possession, reincarnation, or ascension as a warp entity. If He truly does so, the Grey Knights must shoulder the responsibility of repatriating Him, forcing the other party to fulfill His duties.]
When the current Supreme Grand Master of the Grey Knights rushed to the Dawnstar Sector with all Grey Knights against the Custodians' request, demanding Ramesses return to the Golden Throne, he wasn't even angry.
He just wanted to laugh.
Repatriate...
Force...
Pfft—
No, he really couldn't hold it back.
Of course, Ramesses wasn't mocking the courage and decisiveness of the Grey Knights. They had done their best in this operation, perfectly displaying the capabilities a psychic Astartes force should have, whether in warp navigation or dealing with various hidden dangers, while maintaining considerable restraint.
Regardless of whether it was because of being used as a gun by the Inquisition during the 'Months of Shame', at least this negotiation did not cause bloodshed and was resolved peacefully.
Ramesses was mainly laughing at the Emperor who made this outrageous request.
The Emperor was also a character.
Could these few Grey Knights hold Him down?
Standing there trying to awaken fatherly love by getting beaten up?
And He didn't even tell the Custodians, the Ten Thousand who had been restored in this era.
He reckoned these Grey Knights probably couldn't even enter the Palace toilets.
Draigo looked bitter, picking up the rune to read, not forgetting to translate for Marcus, who was completely insulated from psychic power.
Azrael remained impassive, silently communicating details with a Librarian accompanying Ramesses.
Arthur quickly checked the paper documents in his hand.
"Initial experiments complete, strategic deployment done, exercises tested... everything that could be done in these thirty years has been done. Procrastinating only adds more psychological pressure without any effect."
He spoke, making a decisive decision, directly stopping everyone from speaking.
"There's a saying that's right: nothing is perfect. Engage in battle first, then see the result."
As Arthur spoke, he pulled up the 'Warp Probe' that they had moved 13 light-years away from the Dawnstar System's Mandeville Point on the star map.
"Organize the main force. We go here first."
"...Yes!"
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