Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 566: Astarte City and Strange Warriors
"Your Majesty, my health has never been better..."

Saraf, wearing a brand new black muscle corset, took a deep breath.

He felt extremely comfortable. Not only did his injuries disappear, but his strength also increased a lot.

I have recovered and will be able to follow the imperial army soon to wipe out the unknown and terrifying enemy!

"My lord, perhaps this muscle corset will help."

The captain of the first company of the Vigilant Angels clenched his fists and said with emotion: "This thing is much better than what we wore before. It seems to be the latest technology of the Empire."

The company commander was also an excellent technical sergeant and could tell the difference.

This black muscle corset is made of brand-new materials, which is highly adaptable to the body and can well condense muscle strength.

Not long ago, the Vigilant Angels arrived in the Astartes city area in a trance and were then sent to a specialized medical institution.

These warriors, who have wandered and fought in the galaxy for many years, have accumulated too many wounds and fatigue, and their limbs are also incomplete.

Even so, they still maintained their tenacious will to fight.

The medical staff admired these loyal soldiers and provided them with better medical resources.

Medical staff gave the Vigilant Angels a comprehensive examination and reparative treatment, and installed the latest composite gold mechanical limbs.

Let their physical condition return to its peak.

"The Empire is great now~"

The vigilant angel warriors sighed.

They felt warmth and respect from the imperial institutions and truly felt that they were part of the empire.

It was a feeling I had never experienced before.

The previous empire was more wary and fearful of these descendants of the Lion King.

In particular, sub-groups such as the Vigilant Angels that are not recorded in the Davio Codex are often considered to have questionable identities and are at risk of betrayal.

Not to mention providing them with supplies and medical support, it would be great if they didn't send an inquisitor to investigate and interrogate them.

However, in this Dawn City, the vigilant angels did not receive any strange looks.

It was as if they were originally members here.

Even when ordinary people communicate with them, they always have a kind smile on their face.

Rather than fear and awe.

"Dawn City suits my taste very well, and the people here are also very nice."

Saraf smiled sincerely.

These descendants of the Lion King had lost contact with the empire for more than a hundred years, and originally thought that they would be subject to strict interrogation and investigation when they returned.

Unexpectedly, the imperial officials simply took a few drops of blood and conducted a simple scan without asking any further questions.

Not only that, under the sacred music.

The imperial official and all the imperial personnel present saluted and welcomed their return:
"Descendants of the Lion King, loyal warriors of the Empire, your struggle in the dark side deserves all respect, and the light of loyalty will always shine upon you.

On behalf of our Savior, we welcome the Angel of Vigilance... home!"

The enthusiasm and respect from the Empire made the vigilant angels' eyes moist, just like a wandering child returning home.

They also looked forward to meeting the Primarch of Hope, the Savior and the new Emperor of the Empire.

Only when the vigilant angels truly confirm the identity of the Primarch will they entrust their full trust and loyalty to him.

"Librarian, have you heard of the deeds of the Primarch of Hope?"

As Saraf led the warriors out, he asked the chief think tank, the elder of the regiment.

Since the chief think tank was unwilling to reveal his name or use a new name, the soldiers often called each other "think tank".

“I’ve never heard of any of his deeds.

Perhaps it was a lost Primarch, and something like that is mentioned in the forbidden texts of the Imperium."

The Chief Librarian shook his head, and arcs of psychic energy flashed in his slightly glowing electronic eyes.

The elder think tank received a new pair of mechanical prosthetic eyes, which are special mechanical devices that can enhance psychic powers.

Better than the original eyes.

He liked it very much.

"The Empire has changed a lot."

The elder of the think tank was somewhat emotional, and murmured: "I didn't expect that after the great disaster in the galaxy, the empire would have more hope.

I have also heard some talk that this Aurora City will become the capital of the Empire, and many Imperial departments will be moved here from Holy Terra.

Even the new palace of our great emperor is here."

This elder think tank uses psychic sensing to detect conversations around him on a larger scale and collect more information.

The vigilant angels were a little surprised when they heard this.

Although the city was so huge and magnificent, the fact that it was about to become the capital of the empire was beyond their imagination.

That may be good news, meaning that everyone can seek more support here.

Go and rescue the fighting brothers who are struggling in the dark side of the hazy star field.

"Emperor, where are our power armors?!"

Saraf and the others returned to the area where they had removed their armor before, only to find that all the weapons and armor they had stored there had disappeared.

Their voices trembled.

Although those standard Space Marine equipment are old and dilapidated, they are the only remaining assets of the Vigilant Angels.

If you lose those equipment.

They would probably have to fight with flesh and blood and empty hands against the enemies of humanity.

"Engineer, where is our equipment?!"

Saraf stopped a technical priest of the Urs Mechanicus and asked nervously.

He knew the arrogance of these Mechanicus members, so even though he was very anxious, he did not act aggressively.

So as not to create more conflicts.

In the Imperial hierarchy, members of the Mechanicus who possessed scientific and technological knowledge had a much higher status than these Space Marines.

And they also need the ships, power armor and weapons built by the Mechanicus.

Not to mention ordinary chapters, even the Primarchs would maintain considerable respect for the high-ranking members of the Mechanicus.

Especially the technical master.

Even if he hopes that the Primarch will be the savior, it is still the same. He has more patience with the great sages under his command.

"Oh, you mean that pile of junk..."

The young senior engineer, who was drinking the fuel drink from his backpack with a straw, answered subconsciously.

He did not have the arrogance of the Imperial Tech-Priests, and after realizing that he had said something wrong, he immediately apologized sincerely: "Ah no, Goddess of Machinery, I apologize for my slip of the tongue just now.

There is indeed a batch of equipment belonging to the Vigilant Angels here, and we have sent them for repair and protection according to the procedures."

The young senior engineer explained to the Vigilant Angels the specific whereabouts of the equipment and said that the Mechanical Church provided free repair services.

"Praise the Emperor. On behalf of the Angels of Vigilance, I thank the Mechanicus for their generosity!"

Saraf was overjoyed when he heard the engineer's explanation.

He really didn't expect that the Mechanicus would provide free maintenance services to the chapter. This was simply unprecedented.

Everyone knows that those oil guys are more stingy than each other, greedily earning any resources to maintain their research, and no one dares to do anything about it.

Who says they are the most powerful and indispensable privileged class in the empire?

When Space Marines trade with them, they are lucky enough not to be undercut or exploited. How could they possibly provide free services?

Therefore, over the years, the Vigilant Angels mostly repaired their equipment by themselves, and would only seek help from the Mechanicus when they really couldn't fix the problem, and then they would only dare to repair half of it.

Getting free repair services now is almost like picking up money.

"Hahahaha, my old set can finally be fixed."

"Yes, my bolter has been jamming for years."

Saraf and other soldiers laughed in disgrace, even though their equipment had been said to be tattered.

"By the way, this document is for you."

However, the senior engineer soon poured cold water on these vigilant angels.

He made a list of equipment that the Vigilant Angels had sent in for repair.

Many pieces of equipment are specially marked.

"According to the scan results, 36.5% of the equipment you sent for repair was severely damaged and no longer worth repairing, so it has been directly sent for recycling.

We have extracted all the relics and decorations and stored them away.”

The senior engineer sent the marked list to Saraf and continued:

"The remaining equipment has entered the maintenance process and will be repaired and renovated using the latest technology. It is expected that the overall performance will be improved by at least 40%.

Once the repair is complete, we will notify you to come and collect it."

Saraf's excitement cooled a little, but he still accepted it.

He had already been mentally prepared.

After all, those equipments were really too broken. Now 70% of the equipments can be repaired and their performance has been improved.

It's already very good news.

The Chapter Master opened the small data pad that the Imperial officials had previously equipped the Vigilant Angels with and received the data information sent by the Engineer.

Then he took the soldiers away from the storage area.

"Our equipment has been recovered. What should we do next?"

Those vigilant angel warriors whose equipment were recycled as scrap were in tears.

Now they are really naked.

It was tragic. "Let's go to the trading area in the Astarte city. I heard there are a lot of armor and equipment for sale there that we need."

Saraf fiddled with the small datapad.

He was flipping through the simple guide manual sent by the imperial officials, which introduced the situation of the Astartes city.

That is the only large gathering area for Space Marines in the Galaxy, where hundreds or even more regiments of personnel rest or gather to communicate.

Its rich infrastructure and resources can meet the needs of any space warrior.

For example, large training grounds, battle venues, resource and equipment trading areas, equipment transformation bases, combat readiness supply bases, mission hiring agencies, high-speed network roads to various parts of the galaxy, etc.

In short, this is a happy home for the Space Marines.

“Do we have the resources to buy new equipment?”

The captain of the first company frowned, a little worried: "From what I know, our regiment's ship treasury is so empty that even rats can escape."

"Let's go check it out first. The trading area can recycle some relics or ancient items. I remember there are several unknown relics in the warehouse. Maybe we can exchange them for some resources."

Saraf said so.

He collected some relics or antiques in the hope of exchanging them for resources from the Mechanicus and the Imperial nobility someday.

Unfortunately, I haven't found a buyer yet.

But according to the manual, that trading area will collect all relic resources and accept all comers.

That is also a means for the Mechanicus to collect relics, encouraging Space Marines to collect some relics while performing missions.

Whether it is a technological relic or an antique related to culture and knowledge.

They hoped to enrich the empire's knowledge system by collecting a large number of relics and researching and restoring ancient science and technology or knowledge and culture.

……

whoosh-

The high-speed Titan train rushed into the webway at an extremely fast speed, shuttling through several areas in succession.

The scale of the Astartes city area is larger than imagined, almost the size of a planet.

Saraf and others could see the scenery of the city through the observation window of the train.

More than a hundred years after the vigilant angels were "disconnected from the Internet", the new atmosphere of the empire made them feel strange and surprised.

The golden statue of the Savior in armor stood with his hands on his hips, and Space Marines could be seen everywhere in the streets and between the buildings.

The huge arena made them eager to try.

Many large gunboats shuttled above the city and flew to different webway exits, apparently to carry out missions.

Soon, the high-speed Titan train stopped at the entrance of the trading area.

"The Emperor..."

The vigilant angels got out of the car and couldn't help but exclaim.

Never before had they seen so many Battle-Brothers at once, hundreds, perhaps thousands, of Space Marines streamed down the passages into the trading area.

There were also many Space Marines greeting each other and chatting enthusiastically.

The unknown group of Vigilant Angels had just arrived and did not attract much attention.

No one came to say hello.

"Let's go in."

Saraf looked at the lively scene before him, his heart full of anticipation.

Not only him, but other warriors as well.

This was the first time that the Vigilant Angel had integrated into a large group of battle brothers, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity.

Dang, Dang, Dang!

When Saraf and others entered the trading area, they heard the sound of hammers hitting each other.

They looked in the direction of the sound and found a huge blacksmith's workshop with an emblem hanging on the door in the shape of a hammer burning in flames.

Inside the workshop, a scorching hot furnace fire was burning.

More than a dozen warriors in green armor were swinging hammers in front of a large anvil, hammering on parts of their equipment with great vigor and enthusiasm.

That's the Salamanders' forging expert!
Everyone knows that Salamanders possess extremely advanced weapon-forging skills and are able to create the equipment that Space Marines dream of.

The equipment they forged is extremely competitive even in Dawn City, and its main features are hand-made and high-quality.

"Are these equipments... all tradable?"

Saraf looked at the exquisite weapons decorated with precious metals and holy relics on the weapons display stand, swallowed, and his eyes almost widened.

Most of the things on display are master-level good stuff.

However, after taking a few glances, he resolutely turned around and left, not daring to stay for too long.

There is no way, the Vigilant Angels are too poor, and such high-end goods are not something they can afford!

Afterwards, Saraf and others saw more shops along the way.

Those shops are basically private properties of some chapters, and the products sold include alchemical bombs, wolfsbane liquor, special poisons, planetary specialties, etc.

It can be said to be a dazzling array of things.

Suddenly, Saraf and others stopped in front of a sacred, luxurious, temple-like building, and their breathing almost stopped.

This, this, this...gene seed? !

That temple-like building stored many pure gene seeds, which were blank seeds with strong adaptability cultivated by the Primarch Savior of Hope.

They are suitable for almost any chapter.

Of course, there are inevitably some savior genes among them.

Any chapter that lacks new blood can come to the temple to apply for these precious gene seeds to maintain the continuation of the chapter.

Saraf, like many other Chapter Captains who saw this building for the first time, almost shed tears.

Because there is a general shortage of gene seeds in the galaxy, warriors often have to risk their lives to recover those gene seeds.

This may even result in more lives being lost than the genetic seeds waiting to be recovered.

The savior actually gave away such precious gene seeds without reservation.

How generous is that?!

They could see the leaders of several chapters carefully coming out holding alloy storage tanks containing gene seeds, their faces full of smiles and anticipation.

That is the hope for the continuation of the regiment.

After Saraf bowed reverently, he led the warriors and continued to move forward.

He has already decided that once the regiment has further recovered, he will come to the temple to apply for more gene seeds and breed more new blood.

Let the regiment grow and become stronger!
Finally, Saraf and others arrived at the core area of ​​the trading zone - a war preparedness supply base operated by the relevant departments of the Savior.

There are a large number of display shops in the core area, listing many different types of armor, weapons and equipment.

Some blocks are filled with a large amount of equipment, extending to the end of the field of vision.

Those precious Space Marine equipment were stacked up in the thousands as if they were in a wholesale market.

In addition to various types of ordinary armor and Terminator armor, you can also see rows of Centurion armor.

There's even a special set of Blackrock-coated armor.

It is enough to shock any Space Marine who comes here!

"With so much equipment, how many regiments can it equip?"

The vigilant angels looked at the equipment all over their field of vision, their hearts trembled, and they wished they could pack it all up and take it away.

Only now did they realize the wealth of their Savior.

That was beyond anyone's imagination.

"Second Captain, bring the relics to the trading area immediately. We need to determine the value of those items."

Saraf excitedly walked into a showroom, ready to pick out a batch of equipment for the soldiers.

He was even imagining that the relics were of staggering value, and the resources from selling them would allow him to take away ten Centurions.

This is the limit of the Chapter Master's imagination, anything more is just a daydream.

However, the news that the second company commander brought afterwards made Saraf's eyes go dark and he almost fainted.

The relics in the treasury are gone...

The cabin where their treasure house was located was damaged in the chaos turbulence not long ago, and the contents were lost through the holes.

In other words, Vigilant Angel is now penniless!
"Loyal warrior of the Empire, if you can purchase ten sets of Terminator armor at one time, we will also give you two sets of ordinary armor and a special melta weapon!"

Came a passionate voice.

Saraf looked at the Terminator armor in front of him and the service staff looking at him, and his originally straight back bent a little.

Not only him, but other soldiers who received the news also looked at the equipment around them timidly.

That is the kind of embarrassment that only poor people would feel.

The vigilant angels were in tears and wanted to escape from this sad place. Every piece of equipment here was worth thousands or tens of thousands of high-level throne coins.

It's simply not something they can afford now, and it's too painful for them to stay here!
"By the Emperor, my battle-brothers, do you need help?"

A gentle and sincere voice came.

A strange warrior wearing red armor and with an emblem that looked like a bird but was somewhat blurry came over and looked at these battle brothers with concern.

"Yes, is us……"

Saraf frowned and was unable to speak for a moment.

"I can help you!"

The strange warrior in red armor seemed to notice the embarrassment of the vigilant angels.

He stepped forward decisively and started tinkering with it, using Saraf's small data tablet to input some faces and data.

Then, Saraf and the others looked at the account data projected in the air, stunned and confused:
"One million and a half high-level throne coins, where did this come from?!"

(End of this chapter)