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Chapter 285: Time to Get to Work, Master Ramesses!
🕑 Added 2025-11-06 09:43:24 +0000 UTCChapter 285: Time to Get to Work, Master Ramesses!
"You're not going to talk?" Belphadon asked, his eyes narrowed, a sharp light in their grey-blue depths. He looked askance at the embarrassed Asbael, his lips turning down slightly. He had figured out the whole story in an instant. Back then, he must have been one of the "demigods" that Lord Ramesses was talking about.
"Haaa~" He suddenly let out a long breath, as if to expel all the frustration from his chest. Then, he propped himself up, and his bony hand clapped the Apothecary hard on the shoulder, the force making Asbael stagger slightly. It was clearly psychically enhanced. Psychic augmentation was like that. The Wolf King and Magnus, in their 1v1 psychic battle, had even used avatars and a thousand-strike combo. Using psychic powers to fight was a routine operation for a Librarian.
If you can't take the psychic heat, you'll have to take the heat of failure.
"Pit nine. One on one, two bloods, no psyker-holds," his voice was low, but brooked no argument. He had been too conservative before, thinking he owed his good brother. But it turned out their demigod levels were about the same.
Asbael's face fell, his hand unconsciously reaching for his tranquilizer pistol.
Ramesses chuckled. After a daily round of mocking the Primarchs' demigod operations and the Emperor's parenting skills, and guiding these demigods to a state of self-reckoning, he no longer made a sound, but just sat there drinking with a few Librarians from the various Chapters, and by the way, reviewed the problems they had encountered in their use of psychic powers.
"Invert the runes of the third sequence? Is your Deathwatch's psychic theory class taught by the Yme-Loc Craftworld?" a Blood Angels Librarian said, slamming the table and standing up. The long table creaked under the force of his psychic projection. The Librarian, who had been educated by Ramesses for a long time, felt this guy was a bit of a demigod. It was like taking the speed limiter off a warship's engine for the sake of speed. The power was there, but who knew if it would explode the next second.
"What else? If you want to use psychic powers to expel the psychic influence of others in a null-field, this is the only way," the Deathwatch Librarian retorted. As a force that had been fighting xenos for years, they had had countless clashes with the Necrons long before the Imperium had an official record of them. And many of the Necrons' ruins also sealed away Chaos champions from ancient times. To fight a Chaos champion and Necron xenos in a null-field... the Deathwatch had experienced similar incidents many times.
Faced with this argument, Ramesses's eyes behind his faceplate flickered slightly. He chuckled and pushed his wine glass to the center of the table. His metal-clad right hand suddenly expanded a psychic projection. As the blue light flashed, the null-field data provided by Trazyn exploded before their eyes like fireworks.
"Look at this energy ripple," he said. A spiderweb of cracks suddenly appeared on a barrier in the projection. Fine psychic sparks scattered like startled fireflies. "You can't look," he said, and then punched the Blood Angels Librarian's head off.
In the matter of psychic research, Ramesses himself was in favor of strengthening it. After all, he had already tested it with the null-field that Trazyn had provided, which could isolate the warp. In the case where a warp-entity was willing to pay a certain price, they could forcibly break through the null-field's lockdown. And with the case of Lucius being able to resurrect on a Necron Overlord, it meant that the warp would be a deep-seated threat to the life of this universe.
Since it was impossible to completely isolate it, then understanding it was unavoidable. You couldn't just know nothing about the other side. After all, humanity was also gradually evolving into a psychic race. The so-called Blanks were just a special case of a warp-projection, not that they didn't have one. The principle by which they isolated the influence of the warp was by using their black-hole-like soul-projection to suck up all the free-floating warp-energy and place it in their own soul-projection, thus making it impossible for the psykers around them to cast spells.
The reality-stabilizing anchors that Ramesses had churned out for the various Chapters to use as honor-banners during the Dawn Crusade were also based on this principle. But he, with his astonishing wisdom from the daemons, had built a ritualized system that could pull in daemons to be burned. And with the addition of honor-related bindings, the promotion effect was not bad. The only trouble was that this was essentially a sacrifice to the warp through a material carrier, which used the warp's own mechanism, so it couldn't directly burn a warp-entity.
But sacrificing Orks, Aeldari, or other xenos species was also fine. After all, if they went to the other dark gods, they would be tormented and it would be a problem to even die a good death. He, on the other hand, provided a one-stop cremation and funeral service. A clean death.
"Understood?" Ramesses asked, after the projection had ended.
"Understood," the Deathwatch Librarian immediately nodded.
"It's a good thing to argue and propose solutions to problems," Ramesses said, tapping his temple with a finger. The metal finger-casing and the skull made a crisp sound. "But in the future, I suggest you don't use your imagination. You can just call me directly."
"My Lord..." the Deathwatch Librarian immediately looked hesitant.
"Don't—" Ramesses, knowing what the other was thinking, quickly raised a hand and made a cutting gesture. Brother, don't mess with me!
"You have to remember, my time exists for any of your doubts. Don't give me any of your flashes of inspiration. The trouble caused by you just thinking on your own is far greater than asking me a few questions. If you have a question, trouble me. As your teacher, I can definitely solve your problems. In the future, when you encounter something similar, you can also solve it on your own, understand?"
Although he advocated the application of psychic powers in necessary moments, enough to be integrated into the Imperial information and military systems, he was not so extreme as to promote it comprehensively. He just felt that since he was such an oddity, it was necessary to give the forces in the Imperium that often had to face Chaos the necessary education. Especially the various investigative and violent organizations. For example, the Astartes, the Officio Assassinorum, the Inquisition, and the Astra Militarum stationed at Cadia.
Many successor chapters had no understanding of Chaos, and were often made a mess of by traitorous Chaplains. A prime example was the Blood Angels' successor chapter, the Angels Penitent. This chapter was once known as the "Angels Resplendent." Its warriors, in addition to combat, were also keen on artistic creation. The murals, sculptures, and battle-songs that accompanied their lives did indeed play a role in stabilizing the morale of the army. In that golden age, the entire chapter almost never saw the Death Company.
But in the mid-41st millennium, everything had changed. While the Chapter Master was leading the main force on a crusade, the Chapter Chaplain, at the instigation of a self-proclaimed "prophet" heretic, had launched a coup. They had formed the so-called "Thorn Council" and had taken control of the entire chapter with an iron fist. Art was completely banned. The warriors were encouraged to spy on and report each other. In this extremely oppressive environment, the number of members who were inducted into the Death Company due to the outbreak of the Black Rage began to increase exponentially.
They had recently been reformed by Dante. Romulus had chosen a suitable time to communicate this matter, to正好 give the now-developed Blood Angels a show of force, to better form a control over their successor chapters. And similar hidden dangers had to be eliminated. Ramesses, in these ten years, had also, as many chapters had come to the Dawnlight Sector to visit, screened out suitable Librarians, and had given these Librarians one-on-one special instruction, to prevent the chapter from possible Chaos contamination to the greatest extent.
Since he had chosen these people as his students, Ramesses was naturally not afraid of trouble. To be honest, with the halo of a Primarch, these Space Marine Librarians were far more obedient than when he had been a student himself. If his own teacher could handle the trouble, there was no reason why he, with less pressure, could not.
The Librarian in the distant sector was stunned, his respirator letting out a heavy breath, and finally, a firm voice said, "Understood."
"Good," Ramesses nodded, and then thanked the Blood Angels Librarian. "And thank you for reporting in time. By the way, say hello to Mephiston for me."
Since undergoing the Primaris augmentation, the Chief Librarian of the Blood Angels had embarked on a different path. At the same time, because Karna had had a warp-entity worshipped out for him, he had also let go of his dependence on the Black Rage, which had allowed the Chief Librarian of the Blood Angels to strengthen his own connection with the Black Rage, and had also gone further and further down the path of cultivation.
"Yes, Teacher," the Blood Angels Librarian immediately responded with a standard sign of the Aquila, and then hung up the communication. The projection turned into a million points of light and dissipated in the air.
'Another day of saving the world.'
Ramesses rubbed his temples, looking at the data reported by the Aeldari operators. If this bomb wasn't defused, who knew when it would give him a surprise. He knew these psychic things all too well. The potential crisis was like a time bomb, which could go off at the most critical moment and give you a big one. Although it might not affect him, it would not be good if it caused too much damage.
Thinking of the possible increase in casualty reports and resource consumption, Ramesses's brow furrowed slightly. He took a breath,pinch a projection, and sank his consciousness into the warp. He began to beat up daemons in the warp to relieve his stress. "I'm working so hard," he thought, watching the wailing daemon in his hand turn into a wisp of green smoke, the information within it beginning to be analyzed and processed in the park. The storms of the warp roared around him. Countless intentions swept past, but were completely unaware of him.
