From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 587: Huge Population Disease

Thousands of World Eaters warships, blessed by the Blood God, cruise in the vast Star Wars universe.

This number is not a lot - compared with the interstellar map spanning the Milky Way, it is just a handful of sand thrown into the ocean;

It’s a small number, but it’s not a small number either—when these crazy war machines are unleashed in full force, they are enough to drag a large number of star systems into an endless vortex of bloodshed.

These iron beasts blessed by Khorne began to lurk in the folds of the Warp channels like the followers of Tzeentch, cunningly, like predators lurking in the cracks of dimensions.

Conventional jump signal scanning, hyperspace channel monitoring, and even jump prediction systems are unable to capture their elusive traces.

Their engines spew scarlet flames, their bridges are forever echoing with battle cries and the hum of skull altars, and every appearance is accompanied by sudden death.

If these Blood God believers dare to invade the galaxies guarded by the Imperial Fists or the Iron Warriors, what awaits them will be the thunderous punishment of the two legions.

The Imperial Fists' orbital defense platform will greet the invading enemy with an impenetrable array of macro-cannons, and every shell is infused with absolute loyalty to order;

The Iron Warriors' siege fleet will take cold mathematical killing to the extreme, using desperately accurate firepower networks to tear these Blood God believers into warp dust.

In the face of such absolute defense, any Khorne fleet would be turned into a metal graveyard floating in the void. Unless Khorne concentrated its fleet and attacked a single Imperial Fists or Iron Warriors with an absolute numerical advantage, and then fled in time before the two legions could react, it would be possible for the "killing" and "terror" to continue to expand.

However, in those star regions that have not yet been incorporated into the rule of the main cosmic empire, these World Eaters warships are like mad dogs out of the cage.

They would raid unsuspecting colonies, using chainsaw axes and bolters to turn the entire surface into a bloody gladiatorial arena;

They would lure local warlords into falling into the arms of the Blood God, infecting one civilization after another with the "plague" of endless war.

Every successful slaughter solidifies Khorne's gaze, and every battle won injects new power into the Warp rifts.

The most dangerous thing is that these guerrilla attacks are not without reason.

In Sui Yang's foresight, they spread in the dark side of the galaxy like a virus, deliberately avoiding the nodes heavily guarded by the empire, and specifically choosing the weakly defended edge worlds to attack.

Every time they succeed, they will immediately escape into the depths of the subspace, like a drop of blood dropped into clear water, quietly dissipating after causing chaos pollution on a larger scale.

This guerrilla tactic makes clearing them out like catching quicksand in the desert, which is both time-consuming and difficult to eradicate.

On this vast starry chessboard, these Khorne believers are insignificant pawns, but they may also be a deadly virus that triggers a chain reaction.

With every leap they make, they are weaving an invisible blood-red spider web for the Milky Way.

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Sui Yang's fingertips habitually tapped lightly on the armrests of the throne, making a dull metallic echo.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and the torrent of data flowing on the holographic star map was reflected in his golden pupils.

Those broken foresight images flickered in the depths of his consciousness——

There are unconquered colonized galaxies, Chaos fleets lurking in the undercurrents of the Warp, and tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of interstellar civilizations waiting to be integrated.

After all, the potential of the Star Wars universe is indeed far beyond imagination.

In Sui Yang's vision, he plans to develop the "Star Wars" universe into a "rear base" like the "Starship Troopers" and "Halo" universes.

On the holographic star map in front of the golden throne, countless points of light form a brilliant galaxy picture.

The projected data stream condensed into a light blue information waterfall in the air, and each set of numbers told the amazing potential of the universe.

Spanning a territory of 40 light years and with three million member galaxies, the total number of intelligent life forms approaches or even exceeds the scale of the Warhammer k universe. The hyperspace channel network is like a sophisticated neural network, closely connecting each major galaxy.

The size of this universe far exceeds the sum of "Starship Troopers" and "Halo".

Sui Yang's sight penetrated the data fog, as if he saw countless forge worlds rising in the sea of ​​stars, and the "Star Wars" universe would become the most solid rear base of the human empire, providing almost unlimited manpower and supplies for cross-dimensional expeditions.

But danger also lurks beneath the light.

On the star map, some areas are flashing orange-red light——

The greedy trading empire of the Hutts, the warlike clans of the Mandalorians, the slave traders and pirate groups that thrive in the Outer Rim.

These natural hotbeds of chaos, like toxins in the "body" of the Empire, could cause corruption in the Warp at any time.

The data stream suddenly switched, showing detailed genetic profiles of the Zabrak and Twi'lek.

The Zabrak's strong muscle fibers beat at a microscopic level, and their nerve reflexes are far faster than humans. The Twi'leks' unique brain structure gives them excellent spatial perception, making them natural interstellar pilots.

Sui Yang's fingertips gently slid across the holographic star map, and finally stopped at the galaxy where Eridonia was located, which was the three-dimensional projection of the Zabrak people's home planet.

Zooming in, this planet shrouded in a red atmosphere is slowly rotating in the void. Its surface is covered with jagged mountains and boiling sulfur lakes. The harsh living environment has created the strong physiological characteristics of this race.

The most important thing is that most of the Zabrak are Force-sensitive, which means that they can easily become Jedi Masters or Sith Warriors, and it also means that they have certain psychic potential.

The most representative and famous Zabrak is Darth Maul, who holds a double-bladed lightsaber.

If such a talent were to be tainted by chaos, the consequences would be disastrous.

Therefore, if we want to incorporate the Zabrak people into the imperial system, we need to establish a complete screening and control mechanism.

Sui Yang marks the key points in the data stream.

In his imagination, the black and white "armored torrent" of battle sisters marched in formation, and the flamethrowers in their hands would burn heretical books in the city square of the Zabrak people.

The battle knights will raise the flag of the Empire in every settlement and use thunderous means to ensure the spread of the Human Code and the Imperial State Religion.

The most important thing is the establishment of academies for children. Those who are selected to be sensitive to the Force will be trained under strict supervision, and every potential of their talents will be used for the Empire.

Of course, as long as the Zabrak abide by the laws and regulations of the Empire, they will enjoy a quality of life far better than before.

The star map switched, and a blue planet named Ruilos came into view.

And this is the home planet of the Twi'leks.

Sui Yang's eyes fell on the racial characteristics analysis, which showed the rainbow-colored skin color data and the most eye-catching head antenna nerve map.

In the projection, a Twi'lek dancer was spinning, her indigo tentacles drawing elegant arcs as she moved, and every posture seemed like a carefully calculated work of art.

But behind this beauty is a history of blood and tears.

Various data obtained by the Investigation Department emerged in the data stream, among which the slave trade records of the Star Wars universe were shocking. In the past three centuries, in the trade records of Coruscant alone, more than 20 million Twi'leks were trafficked into Coruscant's upper class and became living ornaments.

However, the culture of the Twi'leks still maintains a rare moral code.

They have a strong sense of family and a tradition of community mutual assistance that has lasted for thousands of years, qualities that are very consistent with the views of the Main Universe Empire.

Moreover, their artistic talents can be of value in the Empire's propaganda department, while those with excellent spatial perception abilities are more suitable for training to become fighter pilots.

The most important thing is population replenishment——

This race has a fertility rate 20% higher than humans and has no reproductive isolation from humans, making it an ideal choice to fill the frontline troops.

Two decisions gradually took shape in Sui Yang's mind.

The Zabrak will become the new psionic sword of the Empire, and their homeworld will become a militarized conscription world;
The Twi'leks are a model of cultural integration. Their elegant qualities can both enhance the image of the Empire and further accelerate the growth of the Empire's population.

Two races, two completely different paths, but both lead to the glory of the empire.

So no matter what, the Chaos God of the Warp must not be allowed to wreak excessive havoc in the Star Wars universe.

After continuing to browse the information sent back by the Investigation Department, Sui Yang switched the holographic screen in front of him again, and its content returned to the World Eaters fleet that was ravaging the "Star Wars" universe.

Those scarlet tentacles left traces of corrosion on the dimensional barrier, and with every pulse, they tried to infiltrate this galaxy that had not yet been completely occupied by the Empire.

Chaos must not be allowed to take root here.

Sui Yang's psychic perception extends to every corner of the strategic sand table——

As long as the population, resources, technology, etc. of "Star Wars" are integrated, the main universe empire will have the capital to counterattack the "Warhammer 40k" universe and compete with those evil spirits. At that time, the light of the Golden Throne will truly shine on the multiverse.

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Then, Sui Yang turned his palm over, and a deep blue communication sub-screen unfolded on the edge of the main screen.

The humming sound when the encrypted channel was established was particularly clear in the silent meditation hall, and the holographic imaging system began to construct the projection.

The first thing to take shape was the exquisitely crafted primarch's armor, then the shoulder armor engraved with the legion's emblem, and finally -

"Father."

The holographic projection in the meditation hall presents the image of the Primarch of the Ninth Legion of the Main Universe Empire, the War Hounds, in great detail.

Angron stood upright like tempered steel, with a cold light flowing through every groove on his exclusive power armor.

Compared with the "furious" incarnation of hell, the "biological son" in front of him showed a reassuring calmness.

"Ah."

Sui Yang first nodded in response, then nodded slightly.

Data streams flowed silently between the two, the star map of the universe numbered "One Seven" (Star Wars) spread out in the void, and dozens of flashing red war zone markings "stinged" the retina.

Then, Sui Yang did not reminisce with his son, but said directly:

"Over at Universe 17, it seems a bit difficult for Dorn, Magnus and the others to unify and occupy it alone. Immediately gather the available soldiers of your legion and rush to Universe 17. Follow the command of Magnus, who is temporarily serving as the Warmaster."

"As you command, Father."

Angron's holographic image clenched his right fist against his chest, and the finely crafted armor collided with a sonorous oath.

"Go."

"Yes."

The conversation between father and son is brief and effective.

After the communication ended, Sui Yang disappeared from most of the screens and no longer paid too much attention to the situation in the Star Wars universe.

After all, the strength of six Astartes Legions is enough to build an iron line of defense there and continue to expand steadily.

Half an Earth month later, the outer reaches of the galaxy in Star Wars;

A solitary star continues to burn for billions of years, and its light takes a full six standard years to reach the nearest trading node.

Three Earth-like planets orbit the star, with the second one perfectly positioned in the system's habitable zone.

Its atmosphere contains 21.3% oxygen, its surface liquid water coverage is 68%, and it even has a rare promethium ore deposit belt.

This should have been a dream place for interstellar colonists, but it has long since become a microcosm of the tyranny of the Galactic Empire.

On the once fertile plains stood huge ore refineries, their scarlet exhaust dyeing the clouds a sickly orange.

The living cabins are arranged around the mining area like steel tombstones. Through the dirty observation windows, one can see the pale and skinny miners mechanically repeating their movements.

Moreover, with the complete fall of Emperor Sheev Palpatine and the eternal silence of Darth Vader, the political ecology of the entire Galactic Empire underwent a drastic "cancerous" transformation.

The imperial fleet that once caused trillions of lives to tremble has now turned into countless hyena packs that have lost their leader, and each branch fleet is huddled in its own sphere of influence, "baring its teeth" at its former companions.

The admirals and governors of various star regions parked their command ships in orbit around the core worlds, using orbital arrays to carve out spheres of influence in the void, instantly transforming their identities into bona fide "warlords."

The ruling methods of these warlords are surprisingly consistent -

They retained the insignia of the Galactic Empire, but secretly embedded their personal crests in the corners;
The "Imperial Special Tax" continued to be levied, but the account terminal was directly connected to the private treasury;
Conscription was still enforced, but new recruits were branded as members of the family guard.

The most ironic thing is that this state of each doing its own thing is essentially no different from the heyday of the Galactic Empire, because back then they also acted recklessly within their jurisdiction, only paying taxes and providing troops to Coruscant on a regular basis.

Now, these local emperors wearing imperial uniforms have finally torn off the last fig leaf.

In the "night sky" of the Milky Way, countless stars are flickering in the selfish desires of ambitious people.

Swish—shua—! !

However, as a "vortex" that tore apart reality and emitted pink and purple light appeared in this galaxy, the original morbid calm was completely broken.

Dozens of ships belonging to the World Eaters Legion emerged from the subspace and arrived at the earth-like planets in the second orbit one after another.
(End of this chapter)