Chapter 383: Warp Slaver Contract Approved
"We really need to speed things up."
Ramesses thought about it and agreed that the timeline was too long.
The Four Gods weren't just standing there waiting to be hit. In fact, these gods reacted very actively to the real universe, especially to obstacles preventing them from freely consuming realspace. The Battle of Cadia basically pushed the four of them onto the seats at the card table.
Referencing Old Man Gold, His attitude towards the Four Gods as players was very serious.
Although they weren't as desperate as the Emperor, who pushed Himself to the point of inhumanity, they still had a sense of crisis.
"Think of something," Romulus urged.
"Let me think."
Ramesses rubbed his chin.
Karna, quietly eating beside him, didn't interrupt.
Under the warm light, a shadow huddled quietly in the corner, moving slightly.
"Ah, I remember."
Ramesses's eyes moved, and he quickly punched his palm.
He simply ignored the shadow and started shouting in the warp chat group he pulled together.
"Old Nineteen, free?"
Corax, the Raven Lord, hadn't actually been blocking Lorgar's door all the time. His activity records over the years were actually quite numerous. He even had time to visit the Ravenspire on Deliverance to check on his sons.
But because of deliberate concealment and the fact that he had basically become a secondary god, either no one noticed or he was mistaken for Be'lakor the Dark Master.
Still, the same old story. Because of 'Legion annihilation', 'misunderstood and ignored by other Primarchs after the Heresy', 'killing his mutated super Raven Guard with his own hands after victory', 'rebellion on Deliverance's moon due to high pressure from the Great Crusade, involving workers who raised him', 'vision of creating an ideal world completely destroyed by reality, living as what he hated most'... and other reasons, he spoke too absolutely when he broke down.
Yet he had the quality, and wanted some face, but no one gave him a way out, so it was deadlocked like this.
A way out.
There were too few people in this universe who could give this way out.
"..."
Read but not replied.
"If you don't reply, I'll take it as a default."
Ramesses rubbed his hands and continued: "I have a proposal here, why don't you take a look."
After speaking, he sent a folder he had just organized and packaged.
It mainly contained a plan for the mandatory containment of warp daemons relying on Corax's elusive nature and terrifying frontal combat power. Ramesses was responsible for digging out the souls of the super Raven Guard from Old Man Gold to serve as Corax's employees.
Without going through ritual resurrection, simply acting in the warp cost very little. And Old Man Gold was senile; few souls under the Golden Throne could act proactively.
Ramesses himself couldn't shelter too many people. Karna's binding with the Blood Angels wasn't actually high, and his usage rate of the Legion of the Damned was very limited, with high risks. After all, death in the warp meant true death.
Now that he at least had contact with Corax, he might as well send those 'Raven Guard daemons' under him to lead for a while.
Ramesses felt there was nothing wrong with his idea.
A certain famous warlord of the Great Crusade was fundamentally right about one thing.
'Although I modified human genes and treated humans of the whole world as toys, inheriting the love for humanity left over from the Dark Age of Technology very well, I am not crazy enough to pull twenty secondary gods out of the warp and turn humans into their daemon armies to conquer and rule the galaxy.'
Awakened Primarchs were gods to their gene-sons, especially acting in the warp might even better inherit a series of characteristics of their gene-father.
This was Corax, Corax who was famous for stealth and combat power even among secondary gods.
Ramesses had subconsciously begun to estimate the hunting efficiency of those super Raven Guard under Corax's leadership.
They couldn't just let the Drukhari hunt everywhere in the galaxy to provide nutrients for the Chaos Gods every day. Humanity also had to have its own warp slaver—no, Warp Patrol Force.
Wait...
Watching his partner slap his head and start contacting others to form another outsourcing company, Romulus looked troubled.
He asked Ramesses to think of a way to make this guy, who slacked off at every opportunity, use his brain more.
Why do you outsource everything you do?
"..."
The shadow moved.
The file given by Ramesses was uncompressed.
But on the surface, there was still no reaction, still a gloomy emo look.
Sigh, look at this universe, turning such a good person autistic.
Romulus didn't know how to get along with such people, and even Arthur found it troublesome.
After all, his interaction with the Dark Angels always emphasized speaking out. Without communication, he couldn't judge their psychological state, and naturally couldn't enlighten them.
"Corax?"
"Old Nineteen, the Emperor's favorite son?"
"Old Nineteen, open your eyes, I am Ramesses."
In the internal comms, Ramesses began to exert his harassment ability as usual.
No one could refuse the Formless Lord. He could reach into anyone's weakest part at any time and place, and take what he thought was needed.
But the Lord of Shadows obviously had no weakness.
"Old Nineteen, answer me, or I'll start telling the story of a strolling man on Deliverance who relied on invisibility but was captured by high-tech surveillance."
"..."
"Old Nineteen, although you don't have much dark history, and I'm not a person without a bottom line, it doesn't mean I can't do anything about you."
"..."
Nothing is more terrible than a person who has lost everything.
I lost my sons, my brothers, my family, my ideals. Everything belonging to me as a human was completely buried in that cruel betrayal. The Imperium and humanity have nothing to do with me anymore.
Even if lost lives can return, can the wounds brought by time be easily ignored?
I am Corax, I am shadow, I am vengeance.
"Old Nineteen, as a bro, I beg you, help me out."
Ramesses spoke directly.
He deliberately emphasized that this was in a personal capacity.
"..."
Corax stared silently at the document in front of him.
He didn't know why he came quietly.
Perhaps seeking comfort after shattered ideals, perhaps seeing hope after the return of those souls, perhaps truly seeing hope again.
Maybe just to take a look.
He watched four like-minded kin drinking happily at the table, tolerant of each other.
Watching them give for the future of humanity, walking on the path of practicing ideals.
It would be a lie to say he wasn't envious.
But he didn't rashly join this group. He didn't know what changes his existence would bring to this already perfect structure.
While panicking, he couldn't let go of his pride, and subconsciously rejected the invitation sent by the other party, pretending not to see it.
Until now, a hand suddenly reached out from the group trying to pull him in.
"Beg you."
No one would say this to Corax. Brothers would only complain that he didn't do well enough, and once like-minded companions would only look at him with disappointment and confusion.
Now someone was begging him, not making arrogant demands, but lowering their stance to ask him for help.
He begged me.
This brother who could communicate with the Emperor at any time but was never arrogant was begging me.
He begged me, what else is there to say?
Corax was silent, looking at Ramesses who was almost grabbing him. Complex emotions seemed to find a breach to pour out, finally turning into a calm stream.
Since I'm here.
The shadow twisted, swallowing the more detailed Spirit Stone folder in Ramesses's hand.
Snap~
"Speak!"
Ramesses clapped his hands, then spread his arms, fingers together, making a gesture of 'worship grandpa quickly' to Romulus.
He didn't think it was shameful or lost face.
Earning the help of a secondary god with thick skin was a huge profit.
"Awesome."
"...Impressive."
"Too strong!"
Romulus gave a thumbs up, Arthur made a sound, and Karna clapped loudly, giving his partner unprecedented emotional value.
Then Ramesses immediately sank his consciousness into the warp, preparing to dig souls out of Old Man Gold, and then allocate an activity area for the slaver—correction, patrol force in the safe house, so Corax could have a space to communicate with his sons.
Whenever there was a breakthrough in an event, Ramesses moved quickly, no need to worry about him slacking off.
Finish early, rest early.
Gulp gulp~
Karna, having finished clapping, silently watched all this, sucking the last bit of strawberry slush.
Then he reached out and grabbed another cup.
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