The Idea of Summoning an E Greater Daemon

An Astra Militarum tournament fought for honor soon came to an end.

The winners were basically the champions of their respective companies, or veterans already familiar with mechanical prosthetics.

Aside from Arthur, the other three also received gifts of their own through a rather ceremonial presentation process.

"Isn't this blessing a little ominous? In 999.M41, Cadia is about to get blown up by Brother Abaddon."

Karna cracked a joke with a smile.

Young people's moods came quickly and went quickly. They were already able to joke around again.

"Then we won't let it be destroyed."

Arthur clenched his fist.

No matter what, the opening of the Rift itself was a massive tragedy. At the very least, they could not let its emergence cause such severe consequences.

"That would be rather difficult. We may be strong right now, and our abilities may look impressive, but there are only four of us in the end. At our current rate of growth, we are nowhere near strong enough to affect the balance."

Romulus sighed softly.

Destroying Cadia and tearing open the Great Rift had been a consensus shared by all four Chaos Gods.

Even Abaddon himself had not expected smashing Cadia apart to have such an enormous impact. Before he had furiously hurled the Blackstone Fortress, he had actually intended to capture this fortress world.

Moreover, the Emperor himself probably tacitly approved of it.

Trying to preserve Cadia beneath the gaze of the four, or perhaps even five, Chaos Gods would certainly not be easy.

"We can talk about the future when it comes. There are still more than two hundred years to go."

Ramesses felt that securing a ship they could actually fly, as capital for roaming the galaxy later on, was far more practical.

"By the way, should we keep investing in this Safe House? Its concealment function is pretty good, but the consumption is too high—unfortunately, there are no humans in this era who believe in the Safe House. And our relationship with the Emperor isn't exactly pleasant. Otherwise, we might have been able to make use of it."

Ramesses's mind was certainly active.

Although these humans currently believed in the Emperor, since the Warp was a realm of the spirit, they would ultimately gravitate toward the Emperor.

But if they had souls under their control—or if the Emperor were willing to cooperate and provide some members of the Legion of the Damned—

Could they use a ritual similar to the Chaos method of summoning Demons to directly pull members of the Legion of the Damned into bodies created through their Soul Materialization?

Demons themselves could directly possess the bodies of Psykers after special rituals by using their Warp connection with the Psykers. In theory, his idea should be perfectly viable.

One major reason the Emperor could not use this method was that although Space Marines were mass-produced troops, cultivating them remained extremely difficult after the loss of the Primarchs. Besides, it would be inappropriate to let martyrs who had fought for humanity possess the bodies of their descendants.

But these mass-produced empty shells should not have such restrictions, right?

They had everything they needed. They had even been supplemented with Warp components. They simply lacked souls.

"Hiss~"

Ramesses found his idea exceptionally perfect, drawing astonished looks from his companions.

"I have an idea!"

Seeing that he had everyone's attention, Ramesses immediately shared his train of thought.

"It feels highly feasible. Those Demons seem to be summoned with sacrifices of souls and flesh, right? We have souls, and we can prepare perfectly proper bodies for them."

Romulus felt the operation was feasible. If they could truly accomplish it, he would not need to expend effort remotely controlling those Space Marines.

To cater to Ramesses's firm belief in Numerology, Warhammer's foremost science, he currently had 169 Space Marines under his command. Just operating them made his head smoke.

But editing souls themselves was both troublesome and unprofitable. If the spiritual energy lost in summoning the Legion of the Damned was lower than the spiritual energy required to edit souls themselves, then they would come out ahead.

"Now they really would become Stormcast Eternals."

Arthur nodded, expressing his approval of the idea as well.

"Then next, we need to keep an eye on information about Warp rituals and develop our believers, right?"

"Believers aren't necessary for the time being. Leaving aside the fact that we know nothing about religion, our identities would be hard to explain to the Inquisition. It would already be good enough if the Emperor's miracle could win over the Order of the Rose. It would be ridiculous if we tried playing religion only to be branded heretics by the Ecclesiarchy."

Ramesses pondered for a moment before continuing:

"I'll handle the Warp side by making a Psyker call to the Emperor and communicating with him. If he dares ignore me, I'll keep harassing him. It's not like he's the only one who knows how to treat others as tools—"

"That guy may not act like a human, but he is still humanity's strongest thigh to lean on. Now that he's mentally split, he should still be able to make a few noises. I'm not a Psyker muggle like Roboute Guilliman, either. I just need to spend some time seeing whether I can extract any useful information."

"In the meantime, help me keep watch on ritual information from those Chaos believers. Since it involves Warp rituals, we need to use Warp methods. Then we'll find an opportunity to test it on Demons first."

"Alright."

Everyone indicated their understanding.

For now, they had merely proposed a theoretically viable plan. Every step would need to be tested and refined. There was no rushing it.

They had only been Transmigrators for a few hours. Although their understanding of this world was broad, it was not detailed enough. Much cultural knowledge, science and technology, Chaos rituals, and other things could not be learned from literary works and would require time to study.

"Let's leave this matter here for now. We should settle the Astra Militarum first."

Glancing at the Astra Militarum soldiers, who had completed their surgeries and resumed training, Romulus put an end to the topic.

After all, they had prepared a whole pile of heavyweight units for these Astra Militarum soldiers to use.

There was nothing they could do about it. There were only four of them in total. Even if Romulus's brain were sliced into a hundred pieces, he still could not personally control the firepower of an armored regiment.

Of course, the Transmigrators also felt quite fortunate to have encountered Cadians. Since Cadia itself was a fortress world, its garrison pressure was immense, and relatively few of its troops carried out missions elsewhere.

If the Astra Militarum troops aboard this ship had been Scintillan Fusiliers or Safra Chem-Dogs...

Well, then everyone would have needed to carefully reconsider whether to give them equipment at all.

"Lord Romulus!"

As the four approached, Kovek delegated the task of training the companies to each company commander, then came over to the Angel.

Beyond the necessary reverence, his attitude now carried a greater sense of closeness. Clearly, the gift presentation ceremony had significantly narrowed the distance between them.

Raising his right hand to stop Kovek from speaking, Romulus asked directly.

"Can you skillfully operate the Imperium's Armored Vehicles?"

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Kovek looked puzzled.