Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 689 The grand occasion ten thousand years later

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"You must be careful, you must protect our daughter, and don't let her or yourself get hurt."

"Don't worry, I will, as always."

Yao En said goodbye to his wife.

Diana, wearing combat uniforms, and the crew of the Mars Witch stood beside Yao En.

They were saying goodbye to Yao En's wife.

Yaoen's wife is a dark-skinned, short and thin woman.

The most advanced life extension technology keeps her looking like forty years old forever. This is not a young and beautiful age, especially for a weather-beaten bottom-class woman.

But the moment this swarthy, skinny woman met Yao En, who was picking out the garbage and stuffing things into his mouth next to the garbage dump in Chao Cato City, the capital of Tyrone Hive, and took out a piece of bread stained with muddy water with a smile, she was immediately moved. The most youthful and beautiful image of herself has been burned into Yaoen's mind forever.

"Go back." Yaoen let go of his wife's hand.

The wife also let go of her husband's hand.

There was no actual expression on the two people's faces, but the process of letting go of each other was particularly "sticky".

Yaoen turned around, took his daughter, and her subordinates, and walked towards the transport aircraft platform of the star port.

Their status as guards allowed them to pass by the soldiers who were queuing up for the transport plane and enter a small transport plane first.

When the transport plane flew out of the star port and headed towards the huge fleet in the galaxy, Yaoen and the others stood in the narrow cabin and looked at the outside world through the virtual window.

A huge fleet gathered together, densely packed battleships arranged neatly.

Above the fleet division, the flag displayed on the giant holographic projection indicates the ownership of the fleet below.

Three hundred warships of various types from the White Scars Chapter.

Grand Ultramana has a huge fleet equivalent to the sum of the two sector fleets, with a total of 2,700 warships of various types.

The 1,500 battleships of the Dark Angels parent group and sub-groups. They certainly didn't spend all their money.

The Blood Angel Mother Group together has a total of 900 battleships.

The fleet organized by the four descendants of the Primarch was already so large.

And under the star-like symbol drawn in a simple drawing, there are five thousand warships of various types in the Tyrone sector. This is not just an overwhelming number.

Surrounding the huge war fleet are countless army transport ships and material transport ships. Compared with the large ships, they are like mosquitoes.

Such a large number of battleships is enough to cause gravitational anomalies in all celestial bodies in the entire galaxy, but the long sword of the statue of Lord Tyron standing outside the giant star port forces the gravity to be stable, because there is a giant device to control gravity on it.

"What a grand occasion!" Diana shouted with excitement, her eyes shining, "This is the first time in 10,000 years that humans have gathered on such a large scale!"

"After all, we have to close the Eye of Fear." Yaoen looked helplessly at his daughter, who seemed to have never seen the world, "You are almost fifty years old, your personality should be calmer, right?"

Diana calmed down her emotions and nodded.

Yaoen turned his head and stared out the window at the fleet going back and forth: "The logistics of the expeditionary force are entirely borne by one sector. This is unimaginable in the empire."

Astronomical amounts of materials are being gathered from all over the star region to the capital galaxy.

The transportation of some non-essential small quantities of materials even has to be contracted out to logistics companies in the sector.

Just seeing the ships coming and going, Yao En would think of what would happen next.

There will be many logistics companies that are desperate to buy transport ships and grow up because of the expedition, and then become interstellar logistics company giants. The value of the stocks of those little-known small logistics companies on the Tailong No. 1 Exchange may skyrocket in the blink of an eye. Tens of thousands times.

The transport ship business, which is the least valued part of the Beijuku Shipping Industry, will suddenly become the focus of the entire enterprise.

This is just the transportation of the least important materials in the logistics work of the expeditionary force.

Just this small thing can set off a strong wind that can affect the fate of billions of people.

As Diana said, it was truly an event. "After we arrive at the fleet, you should go to the ship where the Mechanicus is. You should know which ship the Martian Witch is arranged to be transported on."

"Yes father."

"Then I will go to the Glorious Humanity and participate in discussions on the expedition strategy with my colleagues."

After Yao En finished chatting about the trivial matters, Diana asked: "What are the Praetorian Guards going to do in this war?"

"I don't know, it's probably not to save people anyway." Yaoen shook his head.

In the last war, the Battle of Commorragh, the job of the Imperial Guard was to go deep behind enemy lines to rescue the human slaves who were abused by the Dark Eldar.

Although the Praetorian Guards often face and destroy many conspiracies alone, the fundamental thing they do is to save people.

Gray liked this kind of thing, but Yao En didn't.

Fortunately, the mission of the Praetorian Guards in this golden expedition will never be to save people, because no one can be saved in the Eye of Terror.

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"The Praetorian Guards enter the bridge."

Yaoen stepped into the bridge of the Glorious Humanity at the moment the gate opened.

This largest battleship has become the core of the entire golden expedition fleet.

Each of the thousands of people gathered on the bridge was a unique and high-ranking figure.

Foros of the Lamenters Chapter had to sit in the second row here.

Yaoen found an empty seat in the first row and sat next to Gray, looking straight ahead.

"What I'm most worried about is the issue of ammunition supply." The Lion King and the leaders discussed the problem around the tactical table showing the entire Eye of Terror.

"Logistics issues are never a problem," Qin Mo said.

Ryan smiled, patted Qin Mo on the back, and continued talking to others.

He seemed to be in a good mood.

"You already know the strength of the navy, and about the army... In addition to the Space Marines, there will be twenty-seven Titan legions."

"There are even more mortal armies, totaling about 1.7 billion. They will gather at the Cadian Gate and join the expedition there."

"As for the general cannon used for siege... Let's put it this way, it is enough for you to send general cannon to Perturabo ten times."

"There are also C'tan, but they obey your orders at their own discretion, just like the Tyrones."

"In addition, there was originally a war group called the Malicious Warriors coming. I don't know if they are unwilling to come or if something happened on the way and delayed it."

Guilliman gave an approximate summary of the military strength, and even took the opportunity to make a sarcastic comment to Lion.

But Ryan, the Warmaster, was in a really good mood today, and he just smiled at Guilliman's sarcasm.

He didn't even blame the Space Marines who hadn't arrived for a long time: "It doesn't matter, those bastards come or not, it's not like we can't go on the expedition without them, right?"

Malicious warrior.

Qin Mo on the side frowned slightly. He had admired the reputation of this war group for a long time.

This chapter is the antonym of the Lamenters.

"That's great." Ryan leaned down, holding the tactical table with both hands, his eyes blazing, "A war where there is no need to consider logistics, a war where my three best brothers are under my command, even in the Great Expedition. I’ve never fought a good fight like this.”

"There are even more beautiful ones." Guilliman pointed to the hologram of the Eye of Terror. "An Inquisitor named Eisenhorn spent more than thirty years helping us figure out the internal situation of the Eye of Terror. .”

(End of this chapter)