Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 567 My sick and incapable brother cannot leave me
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"What?" Ramizane asked in surprise, "Why is the proportion of labor costs in next year's fiscal budget so low? I thought we had to prepare a large part of the salary expenses?"

"That's right, my lord. Because we now have a large number of newly surrendered Chapter Serfs (*The original word is this translation, and no better one has been found for the time being) working for our newly reclaimed areas and Forge Worlds."

Sitting opposite him was a surprise for the boss that his darling Perturabo BC accidentally let slip - the improved Zamyrax-Jade Dragon mecha that had once been known as "Whiterace" and had made him jealous for a long time - no wonder Sage Decima had always said "it's impossible to find exactly the same good material" - Sigismund, nicknamed "Swordsman of the West", was being looked at by him with a smile and reporting his work progress to him.

As for why the Chapter Master, Archon, and Primarch asked Sigismund, who didn't feel any leg pain, to sit down - it was because they had seen too many chess pieces standing up, and this one sitting with a report was a different kind of chess. [Gutai swear words] Jida Buliu can't even make money lying down! He didn't even raise the proportion of the Western Sword Immortal to plastic!

Of course, the first Supreme Marshal of the Black Templar, whose entire body has been cyberneticized, is already very accustomed to this kind of perverted or fanatically admiring gaze.

After all, no matter whether he was alive or dead, Sigismund had always been the focus of attention - not to mention, back then he was just a poor boy who was unable to protect others and could only watch his companions being killed. When he was conscripted, the Midnight Lord even said to him, "We are here for you!"

Yes, the rather hellish fact is that Sigismund was actually a talent discovered from the gang slums by the Midnight Lords when they went to recruit soldiers.

Later, he was identified by Ms. Astarte, who believed that although he also possessed the talents of the 12th, 16th and a small part of the 19th Legion, he was more suitable for the genes of the Imperial Fists, and finally assigned him to the 7th Legion.

After that, he arrived at the moon, where the female leader of the lunar gene sect, Heliosa-37, and her daughter personally performed further biochemical implantation surgery on him. After that, he met Fafnir Lane, who later became one of the stewards of the Seventh Legion Ryan, and then became the first commander of the Executioner Chapter.

In general, the poor boy with great talent survived a desperate situation, was manually modified by the genetic master, met outstanding friends, and had a brilliant record in his combat career from duel pits to fighting aliens to fighting rebels. He killed the corrupted Fulgrim and survived him, and was favored by the Emperor, even the Primarch could not do as well as him. In the end, he took a piece of the Seventh Legion's property, founded his own school, and finally became a master.

Apart from the old Phalanx, the Black Templars were actually much richer than the Imperial Fists from which they came in all aspects in their subsequent development, and were indeed a disposable champion mass-produced organization that a certain old man on the throne loved very much - this is a digression, and Sigismund's death came from the duel with Abaddon, who became the Warmaster in the First Black Crusade. All these extraordinary things made him a real non-mass-produced heroic character.

Of course, all these events happened tens of thousands of years ago, and Sigismund himself was probably the only one who remembered the details of these events. However, he did not know that the person who knew these things was also His Highness La Perturabo, who was standing in front of him and staring at him with a smile.

Although he did not know why His Highness Ramizarn was staring at him with such a kind and joyful smile on his face which was not really suitable for such a smile, it did not affect Sigismund from continuing to report to him dutifully - why did he let this former Imperial Fist and later leader of the Black Templars take over the job? That was another explanation.

1. The Black Templars and the Imperial Fists are now large, well-organized, and effective organizations on Wandering Port and Iron Blood. The Black Templars are especially obedient. They will not refute anything Sigismund says. They also have a high average combat power and have their own ships. They are very useful.

Second, the Iron Warriors brought back by the Maelstrom only know how to fight and kill. Their transformation procedures are very crude, and a large number of original brainwashing documents are missing. They are not very useful for administrative purposes. They are just filler babies. The Iron Warrior veterans only have two or three kittens, not enough to use, not to mention that there are veterans who have not yet returned and are lying in the infirmary waiting for Hong Suo to come back...

3. Hongso tricked... captured... and smuggled back half of the 5th Company of Ultramarines. Most of them were seriously injured. We had to consider Dreadnoughts, Mechs, or rebuilding a large number of limbs. There was no time for biological cultivation. They were all in the tank now. At most, we could use a few good brains as thinkers, but if we encountered some work that required personal communication or inspection, we would be helpless.

Fourth, the Emperor's Children's strengths are not here, and they are still in the period of withdrawal and are not suitable for work. Although the Iron Hands have the Magi of Calculation and the Calculation Council, their body structure is not compatible with others and cannot improve their speed. Besides, the Nebulous Segmentum where Medusa is located is not a peaceful place. Fulgrim Ishtar and Ferrus now have to work remotely and may leave at any time. At the same time, they will not interfere with Perturabo's management of this area.

5. Magna Dorn… Magna had a wealth of theoretical knowledge under the guidance of a furry teacher, but now he was sent back to focus on the planet that received the Cadian refugees—the world had to be transformed, a big transformation, orbital platforms and star rings had to be built, and so on! Even those lying in the infirmary had to be rescued by Hongsuo, and it was too late to send them over as helpers.

To sum up, the management of Wandering Port was finally initiated by Ramezane, decided by Perturabo, assisted by the Thirteen... the Thirteen Primarchs, and hosted by Sigismund.

As mentioned above, after screening and quarantine, it was discovered that most of the Iron Warriors brought back by Hong Suo became Iron Warriors after M32. Therefore, none of them had actually learned the most important practical skills of the Iron Warriors. Hong Suo had to reopen the medical laboratory of the Iron... Destiny Iron. In addition to curing diseases and saving lives, he also had to seize the time to brainwash them again and instill a full set of practical knowledge of the Fourth Legion.

Since he was the only pharmacist here, Hong Suo was as busy as a centrifuge. Even those who came to arrest him for hanging the bridge were driven away by his anger: "What? The bridge?! I'm too busy now! I don't have time to hang the bridge on Macragge! Even the Destiny Steel can't do it!"

Not to mention how much time Hong Suo spent cursing behind closed doors after reading the actual genetic test reports of this group of Iron Warriors - a Moon Wolf and a Prince who were passing by out of curiosity and not intentionally eavesdropping could only hear the Master Potion Master muttering something vicious like "Kalcato, right? Don't let me find you" as he left the room.

"Chapter serfs..." Sigismund saw the other man put his hand to his face. "Please, please try some capitalism... Feudal dependency is too lame..."

"what do you mean……?"

"Nothing." The other party sat up straight. "You have to eat one bite at a time. Let's discuss again why more newcomers choose to become serfs instead of accepting the mercenary system and then target it..."

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When Robouti Guilliman found a portion of his brother in his workshop, he was amazed at what he saw.

"What?" A part of his brother, or rather his body, was sitting at a workbench inside, looking at the visitor who had just been allowed in. "Hello, She... Guilliman, what can I do for you?"

No, it wasn't because I was surprised to see Perturabo's body drinking coffee and reading a book in Perturabo's workshop, but...

The Thirteenth Primarch's eyes took in every detail of the place.

The room's fullness and clutter have a strange harmony and a vague sense of purpose...

Yes, it's the handrail.

Everything indicates that this is for the owner of the room who has difficulty walking or has problems with the waist or lower limb joints.

The tools and things that need to be taken are at a convenient height, and the tabletops, cabinets and other furniture form a series of support points at elbow height.

...Perturabo's body did have a balance problem when he was walking, which was not something a Primarch should have, but was his condition actually that bad? The split of his soul and the separation of his body caused by his forced escape... The situation was indeed not optimistic no matter how one looked at it.

Guilliman cleared his throat.

"Nothing, but I think I need to talk to you."

"Oh? About what?"

"Regarding... how do you view the Empire and our enemies now? - Since you have already fled the Empire, you are ruling here in the name of the Empire. But if you say that you are the enemy of the Empire, compared to Chaos, you are more like neither side. Finally, you did not launch an expedition, nor did you focus your production capacity on recruiting soldiers and arms production. So how do you plan to fight back and defend? Your actions make me feel contradictory." "Well..."

Ramizarn put his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers, and began to patiently explain some ideas to the Thirteenth Primarch.

Ramizarn pointed out that whether it was the original Imperial Truth or the current state religion, in terms of belief, in a sense, this was probably where Chaos was far inferior to the Empire.

No matter how hypocritical, corrupt, and civil war-torn the empire is, at least it can often pretend to have some ideals and beliefs, not to mention that there are some who are truly devout.

It turns out that even pretended ideals and beliefs are much stronger than naked and undisguised primitive desires.

The state religion and the emperor of the empire naturally have the belief of suppressing other forces, so it is not that difficult for the imperial people to reach a consensus on a major direction and the execution of major events. On the other hand, Chaos is essentially a loose group of warlords and bandits, and it is difficult to reach a consensus on the general direction.

It is only natural, therefore, that the Black Legion is considered by some Chaos traitors to be a new hope for them.

However, it is also natural that chaos is always more difficult to reverse after the tree falls and the monkeys scatter.

Moreover, if Chaos is defeated or nearly destroyed, it would be fine if it could lead to a complete overhaul of the galaxy both inside and outside; but if the ecological niches they vacate cannot be filled in time (for example, the population and the number of Space Marines are actually insufficient anyway), and if the vacancies are filled by a group of more harmful, vicious and difficult to remove creatures, then it would be better to leave them as they are and put them aside.

Besides, we can’t just look at what is in front of us, we have to look ahead and behind.

When you see the Chaos Demons being so brutal and evil, you think that they are the bottom line of darkness and fear in this universe; but have you ever considered that only when you see non-humans in the future will you understand that there is an abyss below this bottom line?

Similarly, you see an empire that is so corrupt and incompetent that it is dying, but at least it still has a shell to use as an excuse. It is better to have a legitimate reason than no legitimate reason, but don't be fooled by it.

This is why Ramizane and Perturabo prefer to stay outside the Imperial power system and are unwilling to seriously associate with Chaos.

But even so, there have to be people who understand this and be willing to work together in order to work hard, fast and aggressively.

Now that the galaxy is in chaos, they could just use the edge star regions to surround the solar star region!
So when Ramizarn looked at the Thirteenth Primarch opposite him, his expression was obvious.

Obviously, a galactic-level super-internal affairs thinker like Robert Guilliman is definitely not someone who doesn't know what is good for him or is confused.

But even with his intelligence, he was still stunned for a long time before he finally nodded slowly.

"...I understand. I will stay here for the time being on this matter..."

"Also communicate in time. I and I can do it."

"……good."

Then the Thirteenth Primarch saw that his fourth brother's body was visibly relieved. The unattainable and mysterious aura quickly disappeared, and the feeling of tiredness and wanting to lie down crept up on his brows again.

Guilliman also slowly frowned: It seems that Perturabo's health is indeed very poor. The process of escaping from Terra's cage is definitely not as smooth as he said. Also, if it was that simple, how could he not arrive in time back then...

But the person opposite him with drooping eyelids was actually thinking:

Although they finally reached a preliminary alliance face to face, it is still a long way from being unbreakable, but it is better than nothing.

Moreover, in a short period of time, there may be such a large area of ​​space-time turbulence in the whole galaxy that they cannot really do anything big with the people they have on hand. If the Iron Heart Chapter fleet taken away by Angron Petra is not counted, their current strength can barely make up a relatively full-staffed Holy Codex Regiment. This may also be one of the reasons why some departments of the Empire acquiesce to the development here. Don't mention the ant hole dam, everyone understands the reason, but it is a characteristic of the Empire to always delay sending troops for too long and wait until it is too obvious to cover up before sending troops. It must be tried.

We lack everything now, except the Queen of Glory and the fortress.

God bless us, in addition to the 30 million soldiers and civilians that Cardia has rescued, there are at most more than 10 million people who meet the recruitment standards in Wandering Port.

These numbers are all mortals. Even if they can screen and recruit qualified Space Marine candidates, not only does it require enough time and pharmacists, but this number is also a drop in the bucket on the scale of the Milky Way - the diameter of the dust cloud on the outskirts of the Rubicon II galaxy where they are now is about 2 light years.

The number seems small, but when converted into kilometers it is 26.4908 trillion kilometers. Moreover, the void is not a flat defense, and the up, down, left and right must be considered.

You see, the distance from the solar system to the Oort Cloud is only about 3 light years, and the Imperial Guards have deployed countless fortresses and combat teams inside and outside, claiming to be impregnable, but they were still exploited right under people's noses. Not only did a certain sage work diligently on Mars for years to create hundreds of thousands of new species of Astartes and equipment, but even the cult of the Holy Terrania Nest could not be completely wiped out, not to mention the group of gene stealers below that have grown to this day!

Ah, now that I think about it, there are so many things to do... While Guilliman is being fooled and hasn't decided to rush back to Macragge immediately, I have to assign him more tasks...

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Magna, the capital of Macragge
Digris dragged his tired body and sat cross-legged in the private meditation room of Hera Fortress.

In front of him were scattered tarot cards, animal bones, sand, grass stalks, coins, and other common divination props.

Each of these was a revelation to him, a revelation that great changes were about to take place, and that an army of the dead, the non-existent, the aliens and demons was about to appear on Macragge.

The chief think tank frowned tightly.

But why is there also a "four" in each omen?
Four?
What does this mean?
(End of this chapter)