Chapter 396: The Emperor Did It Too!
Dawnstar Sector, Deep Diver System, Warp Probe 'Chronos Key'
This was a planet composed almost entirely of pure Blackstone.
An unknown event during the War in Heaven had violently kneaded the rare Blackstone deposits of the galaxy into a dense sphere, making it strangely small compared to conventional planets, yet indisputably more deadly.
To ensure absolute safety, the Necrons on this planet had been completely transferred. The entire surface was now partitioned and occupied by various institutions responsible for dealing with warp issues, relying on shards of the Burning One for energy.
And in these areas, scenes that would undoubtedly be called utter blasphemy by any sane being were unfolding.
Massive automated war machines operated by bound souls roared into action. At every pass, one could glimpse the phantom of an Eldar or human psyker from a flickering spirit stone at any time.
These figures were illusory and flickered abnormally, erratic like lingering ghosts. Sometimes you couldn't touch them; sometimes your fingers could actually shake hands with their cold existence.
The surging fluctuations of warp power deeply infected their essence and souls, then twisted and reshaped their physical forms.
While actively communicating with those around them, they meticulously fulfilled their duties—
Providing energy, considered cursed even in the galaxy's sixty million years of history, to any abominable device that needed to extract soul power, realizing the planet's rise and fall between reality and the Sea of Souls.
To be honest, although they still maintained a humanoid appearance that could win some goodwill from ordinary people, in the eyes of high-level officials who had seen daemons, this posture was no different from the twisted essence of daemons themselves.
Here, the largest facility was located at the intersection of the planet's equator and the prime meridian. Thirteen sharp towers stood tall, inlaid with Blackstone, Spirit Stones, and various buildings full of Imperial style, forming a circle in a conical shape.
Inside the circle was a deep passage leading straight to the planet's core, while the tips of the towers extended beyond the atmosphere.
Some members from the hidden secret departments of the Dawnstar Sector walked among them, accustomed to the surrounding scenes, and tacitly chose to pretend they had never seen it after leaving, to prevent unnecessary trouble for the Dawnstar Sector.
In fact, the Dawnstar Sector had always actively communicated with various departments of the Imperium. After so many years, many high-level officials of the Dawnstar Sector also had experience serving in the Imperium.
Such experience allowed them to better understand the current operating mechanism of the Imperium and the differences with the Dawnstar Sector, enabling them to make appropriate judgments when facing various Imperial actions.
Usually meaning fully understanding what kind of bird most Imperial departments are now, and appropriate judgment means acting directly without hesitation when it's time to act.
Although the Imperial way of dealing with things is extreme and violent, after reasonable application, it can also save a lot of trouble.
Perhaps...
"..."
Bearing the death stares from a group of Custodians whose worldview was almost shattered, who subconsciously wanted to chop someone but couldn't find a target, and finally focused their gaze behind him...
"Sigh."
Kaldor Draigo exhaled a breath of turbid air in depression, looking even more gloomy at the Eldar Farseer explaining various precautions for warp intrusion to the Grey Knights.
The Primarchs were truly eclectic in their methodology, and Lord Ramesses was even more... bold because of his skills.
If the appearance of the other three only made them feel secure, then seeing Lord Ramesses only made them feel afraid.
Xenos, Heresy...
In just a few minutes, this Grey Knight who had undergone countless tests doubted his loyalty.
Everything on this planet was hard to describe in words. The first glance of any Imperial department would definitely be to destroy it, and then destroy the culprit along with it.
Even the 'Old Farseer' Ulthran, who came upon hearing the news and planned to take this opportunity to establish contact with Isha, the 'Eldar Goddess of Life', felt that the other party's application of warp power was too unrestrained.
In 30k, he would have to sit at the same table with those two expunged things.
He sighed inwardly, examining this architectural complex full of elements from multiple civilizations.
But it must be said that after gathering Eldar Farseers, Necron heritage, stable warp rift generation areas, conventionally always connected to the Burning Angel's domain in the warp, plus the protection from the Primarchs, 'Chronos Key' was one of the few areas in this galaxy capable of stable contact with the warp.
This was a rare and valuable opportunity for any race, and should be cherished.
"Don't pay too much attention to these details. As long as the goal is achieved. And don't use the Emperor to pressure me. He did plenty of this. Do you think the Emperor was so wise and invincible? If He really had invincible wisdom, He would have mass-produced Custodians long ago. Would He need to fish secondary gods out of the warp to wholesale daemon armies in realspace?"
Ramesses stuffed manuals into everyone's hands one by one, bluntly stating that the Emperor did it too.
The expressions of those around him became strained again.
Getting along with this one was too scary.
"..."
Several Grey Knights, Custodians, and Sisters of Silence looked at each other in despair, the resentment of feeling the other party was incompetent dissipating almost instantly.
Although due to Corvus Corax's own opinion, the Dawnbreakers did not announce the exciting news of a Primarch's return, as the core layer, they knew about it, and also established a certain understanding of what exactly a Primarch was under Ramesses's popular science.
But they couldn't stand him talking about it every day.
Now it's good. Not only is the sanctity of the Primarchs gone under Lord Ramesses's mouth, but now the Emperor is almost gone too.
"What are you waiting for? Read it quickly, then go to the Farseer one by one to go over it again."
Ramesses slapped the book inlaid with Spirit Stones into Draigo's hand.
Anyway, through the classics left by the Custodians and the information advantage of the travelers themselves, the Emperor's style points dropped drastically with the four of them.
What is this? Can't win? Let's think of a way with the warp.
(Referring to the Techno-Barbarian Warlords of Terra.)
What is this? Can't make it? Let's think of a way with the warp.
(Referring to the Space Marine Legions conquering the galaxy.)
This is the warp? Sigh, so difficult, let's bite the bullet and think of a way.
The Warp: "?"
The Warp: "Go, Horus, show him a trick!"
Ramesses distributed them all the way to Shield-Captain Marcus, who didn't know what expression to make.
He looked up and down at the more than two thousand Custodians behind Marcus.
"The Custodes have too few people."
He looked disgusted.
"..."
Marcus didn't know what expression to make for a moment.
It seemed he should be the one asking questions, right?
He sighed in his heart, feeling like walking on thin ice around Lord Ramesses.
After struggling for a long time, he said:
"Apologies, my lord."
"Indeed, don't know what you've been doing for ten thousand years."
Ramesses was not like the other three, where an apology could smooth things over. His mouth was unforgiving.
Two thousand six hundred.
Almost three Chapters of Custodians.
But don't think this is a lot.
This was scraped together after the Dawnbreakers reimbursed equipment and recalled retired Custodians like the Eyes of the Emperor from all over the galaxy.
Custodians were good at everything, but too expensive. Each one was precious. Leaving aside the long genetic modification, feeding those genetic engineering masters cost unknown resources, not to mention a Custodian needed a series of auramite equipment. Basically, one person would burn up all the resources of an industrial planet.
As the Imperium declined, the resources for the Custodes became fewer and fewer. It was said that the reserves of Allarus Terminator armor in the Palace were low now, not to mention that in the future Battle of the Lion's Gate, there would be cases of Custodians dying from injuries because they couldn't be allocated Dreadnoughts in time.
Thinking of this, even Ramesses, who didn't know much about governing a country, couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Leaving Dreadnoughts aside, after all, there were only about ten thousand Custodians in total, and not many Dreadnought chassis were needed—
But they couldn't even gather enough stasis fields for saving lives.
Ramesses felt it was excusable that these people couldn't take good care of the Imperium. After all, the Imperium had nothing but weirdos. Although the Custodes were the outstanding ones among them, they were just one of many anthropomorphic creatures.
But now they couldn't even take care of themselves...
If a few Custodians came out of the Palace to do some human work and manage a few more resource planets to support themselves, the Custodes wouldn't be this rotten.
Marcus lowered his head in shame.
He also knew that many times the Primarchs weren't unaware that their operations were really dangerous to some extent. The experience from nowhere gave them a clear understanding of this universe, and the bottom line of the four had never wavered.
But others couldn't be counted on.
Now, the first thing for the Custodians under the Dawnbreakers was to go to Romulus to work off their debt. When they paid off the resources of an industrial planet, they could think about doing other things.
The Eyes of the Emperor too. If they wanted to get equipment to fight, they had to work first.
Ramesses shook his head, stopped pressuring, and asked:
"Those who participated in the War in the Webway, step forward."
More than ten people walked out scatteredly from the group of over two thousand.
Quite a few.
"You are responsible for leading the teams. Divide the members under your command yourself, then each bring a batch of Dark Angel mechanized troops. You need to seal the probe channel to ensure the enemy won't invade realspace through it."
The Warp Probe itself punched a stable channel to the warp through inverted Blackstone. If they could go over, the other side could naturally come in.
So ensuring the safety of the key was the top priority.
Custodians were not suitable for fighting daemons in the warp, but very suitable for blocking daemons in realspace.
After all, 'Chronos Key' was too controversial. Under the condition of maintaining the general unity of the Imperium, not many troops were suitable to participate in it.
"Understood!"
The Shield-Captain replied immediately.
"The rest of the troops, continue adaptability testing, wait for Arthur's orders."
"Understood!"
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