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Chapter 103 Everyone Has Little Secrets (4.5k)

"Please take a seat, everyone."

As the shadow cast by the Gothic vault engulfed the tactical table, the sound of ceramic kneepads hitting the rock slabs announced that everyone had taken their seats.

Only then did Romulus choose to sit down with his companions.

The remaining soldiers took their seats according to their positions in an orderly manner.

The elders who entered the body through Ramses' ritual had solemn expressions, and their eyes revealed the accumulation of years that could not be disguised.

They accompanied several chapters, but made it seem like the leaders of those chapters were the guardians.

Next to the Captain of the Nemesis Chapter was Dracoos, the leader of the Invincible Guard. He stood tall and straight, and his cobalt blue armor was engraved with glorious emblems from the Great Crusade. He had asked Romulus to help him add these emblems after the war, and he also explained to Romulus many details of that era.

He was a legend of that era, the deputy commander of the Ever-Victorious Army. Although time travelers knew very little about his story because there were too many famous Ultramarines, his calm aura made people feel at ease.

The remaining few were all seniors from the companies to which the sub-groups belonged before they were split, and the various regiments present were also sub-groups split during the Second Army Founding Period. They all had a good degree of compatibility, saving the time of the time travelers from explaining each one one by one.

It seems the Emperor has considered the allocation of quotas for the Stormcast Eternals.

And when his sight shifted to the Imperial Fist who assisted Romulus in the defensive battle
Barabas Dantioch, the former warsmith of the Iron Warriors, led dozens of Iron Warriors and mortal troops in the Shaddon Fortress to block the offensive of tens of thousands of rebel legions during the Horus Heresy, annihilating thousands of Iron Warriors and an Emperor Titan contaminated by Nurgle.

He then traveled to the Five Hundred Worlds to seek support, and in the process discovered the Pharos Lighthouse, which was capable of replacing the Astronomican. In a short period of time, he cracked this ancient technological creation, lit the Astronomican, and laid the foundation for the second... um, fifth... um, three Primarchs to meet on Macragge.

To be honest, looking at this war blacksmith who was of similar height to the Space Marines around him, Romulus's melancholy over the passing of the living was somewhat diluted.

Although we know that Dantioch, as a Space Marine who has experienced the test of the Horus Heresy, is not from the Mechanicus, and has sufficient combat effectiveness, he is a very good choice to supplement the scientific research strength of the traversal team.

But this.
An emotion called unbearableness spread in the minds of the time travelers.

The time travelers felt the strong evil taste coming from the Emperor.

The others are all possessed according to the gene-seed of this group. What do you mean by putting an Iron Warrior in the body of the Imperial Fists, Emperor?
The corners of Romulus' mouth twitched slightly, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He looked up at the arch, and the statue of the emperor in the shadow seemed to be looking down at everyone, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

What did Ramses feed the emperor?
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The commanders present all looked patiently at Romulus, who seemed to be in deep thought. Their eyes were calm, as if they were waiting for some important revelation. Even the most high-ranking Supreme Marshal Ledotus did not show the slightest impatience.

He sat at the other end of the long table, his hands folded on his knees, his golden shoulder armor gleaming coldly in the dim light, his deep eyes staring quietly at Romulus.

These weathered soldiers did not show much emotional fluctuation in response to the tragic sacrifice.

In this galaxy, death and sacrifice have long been the norm. From the moment they were born, brutal battles and endless sacrifices have been their constant companions. Centuries have passed, and the hearts of these warriors have long been hardened as iron, even to the point of numb acceptance of death itself. All they pursue is the day they can sacrifice their lives for the Emperor - that alone is the supreme honor.

You know, at the beginning of the war, everyone thought that the cost of this battle would be far more than this, and the Great Shark was even prepared for total annihilation.

However, Romulus, with his amazing command ability, led his troops to hold out until the arrival of reinforcements, and the main force did not suffer too much loss. This result almost exceeded everyone's expectations.

After the battle, when they reviewed the entire battle, they truly realized the extraordinary qualities of this commander.

His tactical layout was precise and bold, and every step seemed to have been honed through thousands of trials. If it were them, the final outcome might be to gather troops to defend the Mechanical Temple and wait for the judgment of fate. However, Romulus turned the tide of the battle in a nearly miraculous way.

Dracus tilted his head slightly, thinking of Romulus's performance on the battlefield, with a trace of unconcealable reminiscence in his eyes. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a low sound, as if silently expressing his recognition of the commander.

Dantioch remained expressionless as he sat beside Pedro Cantor, Captain of the First Company of the Crimson Fists, the regiment left behind by his confidant, Pollax. A hint of thought flashed in his eyes. As the one who had directly taken over the defense and command of the operations, he knew even more clearly how exaggerated this strange ancient was in information processing.

Romulus remained silent, his fingers unconsciously stroking the lines on the tactical table, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was weighing something, and the servo skull at his side was diligently recording his strategy.

"The Astra Militarum will rest and recuperate on site. The Church will oversee post-war recovery operations and select humans with psychic talents. The Aurora will subsequently recruit these individuals. Here are the detailed procedures."

When the servoskull spat out detailed documents, Romulus handed them over to the members of the Church and the Astra Militarum.

"Yes, my lord."

The representatives of the mortals quickly took orders and retreated.

Then Romulus looked at the great sage who had remained silent.

Even though it was just a clone sent to work on the surface, Romulus could feel the joy from his heart.

"Great Sage, have you completed your calculations?"

The next step is to reward people based on their merits.

The time travelers already knew that Cawl's research was complete. Not long ago, the Primaris Space Marine technology that Ramses obtained through the warp channel was refreshed.

"Of course, my rewards will be delivered intact, including to each regiment that comes to support me. I will also provide corresponding compensation. The Mechanicus will take over the planet completely, and the Pierrede Hive will be transformed into an ecological park, serving as a shrine world for the worship of the state religion."

His words echoed in the air, and the soldiers present took the list, which painted a clear picture, and their eyes revealed their respective thoughts and expectations.

Cawl came to this planet with only one purpose, which was to complete the two tasks given to him by Om Messiah and the Primarch.

The first is to improve the Space Marines' surgery, so that they can become a combat force that is more adaptable to the galactic battlefield in the future.

The second is to develop technology that can resurrect the Primarch. Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, foresaw his own death as early as 10,000 years ago, so for the future of the galaxy, he asked Cawl to prepare a method that could still resurrect him after he fell.

Originally, Caul thought this would not be a difficult task. After all, he had already obtained the mysterious device "Blood Stack" which contained the genetic material of 21 Primarchs. With the Primarchs' endorsement, it would be easy for him to modify the operation, and he would be able to calmly study the technology to resurrect the Primarchs.

However, what was unexpected was that not long after Guilliman gave him this task, he was fatally injured in a duel with the Daemon Primarch Fulgrim, so that the Third Founding of the Astartes was subsequently presided over by the Imperial Fists Primarch Rogal Dorn.

But it doesn't matter. The Empire still has other Primarchs. The wise Primarchs will definitely be able to see the benefits that Cawl's research brings to the Empire. All we have to do is convince them.

Then there was Dorne's disappearance, the Raven Lord Krax's disappearance, the Khan's disappearance while pursuing the Dark Eldar into the Webway, the Wolf King Lemanus' disappearance, and the Fire Dragon Lord Fulgan's disappearance after his brief return in the Beast War.

The era of the Primarchs is over.

This directly led to the fact that Cawl now had a considerable number of Primaris Space Marines. Over a long period of time, he used his imagination to create a considerable number of supporting equipment for the Primaris Space Marines, but these equipment could not be produced in the current Empire.

Because he has already stockpiled 100,000 Primaris Space Marines on Mars alone.

With the Primarch's endorsement, it means offering the future of 100,000 Space Marines to the Primarch. Without the Primarch's endorsement, it means hiding 100,000 troops in the capital of the Empire.

If it were exposed, it would probably trigger an Imperial civil war no less severe than the Horus Heresy.

Cawl could only continue to refine Space Marine surgery, increase the Primaris Space Marine reserve, and attempt to create the 'Armor of Destiny' capable of restoring Primaris injuries. Now, however, Cawl saw hope. The planetary computer on the planet Pierrede had improved the shortcomings of Primaris Space Marine surgery for him, and the Armor of Destiny was nearing completion, requiring only minor adjustments.

All he lacked now was a mystical power from the High Heavens that could help him resurrect Guilliman.

This was beyond the scope of Kaul's research. Both the omen and the calculations with the help of the planetary computer told him that he needed to wait for an opportunity.

As Kaul looked at the four ancient warriors bathed in the bright light of Om Messiah, the data terminal's speed increased a bit.

Before that, he must use every bit of production capacity accumulated over tens of thousands of years to pave the way for the future of the empire.

No one knows how rich the great sage, who has actually lived for ten thousand years, is.

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Aglaia looked at her own reward. The Great Sage was very generous and directly allocated a guard fleet to her Inquisition fleet. They tacitly did not mention the issue of dealing with the planetary computer on this planet.

The most profound impression she got from this trip was not to try to interfere in matters that were clearly not your place to deal with.

Moreover, there is a production capacity of a forging world for a hundred years. Even if she did not contribute much in this process and could only get a small part, this small part would be enough to greatly improve her status within the order.

"The Tracing Order thanks you for the reward. We will do our best to repay you."

Although her identity as an Inquisitor was constantly calling on her to launch bipolar torpedoes to destroy the planet, her curiosity was urging her to use her identity to threaten the Great Sage to use this machine to calculate the past and future.

But her strong desire to survive told her to ask the ancients around her if she had any questions, and not to worry about those messy things.

Recalling the Garden World Villa for which he had just paid the final payment not long ago, Aglaia, who had barely escaped death, felt that he must live to see the day he could move in.

"As it should be."

The great sage nodded, and his evaluation of Aglaia rose a few points. Such a self-aware human being is a rare commodity in the circle of the Inquisition.

That's right, there is no secret that cannot be covered up by exchanging ideas between the two sides. It's all for the empire and for humanity.

With the judge taking the lead, the rest of the people didn't say anything, and no one intended to take on this hot potato.

Then everyone discussed the payment and plan, and tacitly agreed not to mention the little secret of the planet.

Karna looked at these people with a smile, and at this time he could barely see the agility of human beings.

"We take our leave."

The process of exchanging interests ended quickly in the efficient haggling of everyone. The Great Sage and the Inquisitor then stood up and prepared to leave, leaving the conference hall completely to the Astartes.

"My Lord, what are your plans for the future?"

Ledotus asked first.

"We have no intention of joining a chapter."

Romulus knew what the son of Dorne was planning.

They must establish an independent army, as the time travelers are still obsessed with establishing the Third Reich.

"Yes, my lord."

It was visibly evident that these Astartes were showing deep disappointment.

"Then my lord, when you go to Terra to apply for the establishment of an army, I hope you will accept the Black Templars accompanying you."

Ledotus continued.

He knew all the tricks of the High Lords and certain war groups. Without the protection of a strong enough force, these elders would not be able to leave Terra once they entered.

"There's no rush."

Since Pierre has gathered most of the Black Templars, as well as the main forces of the major battle groups and the Mechanicus, although Romulus really wants to farm, he will eventually have to rely on this gathered force to do something.

He clicked on the panel and showed everyone the Zerg information collected during this period.

"After this period of combat, you should have a good understanding of this type of alien."

Everyone nodded seriously. This type of alien had an exaggerated ability to convert biomass, and was also highly adaptable to its enemies. Fighting against these opponents was like fighting against a unified consciousness that had split into countless clusters.

If the elders had not accurately grasped the weaknesses of these enemies and the powerful fleet had not directly destroyed the enemy's mothership, this battle would have been delayed for a long time even with the help of reinforcements.

"According to the information we have, these aliens from outside the Milky Way are invading the Milky Way from all directions outside the Milky Way. The fleet we encountered is just a very small branch."

Relying on his superhuman brain's precise recollection of past life memories, Romulus marked out the attack routes of the various Tyranid fleets.

"Sir, why are the attack routes of these aliens concentrated in the southeastern part of the empire?"

Elon Lasus noticed that Ultramar was almost surrounded by tentacles and asked nervously.

The Nemesis Chapter was born out of the Destroyer Company of the 22nd Company of the Ultramarines, a company usually composed of Terran-born. Although Guilliman did not like extermination weapons, he also believed that the existence of this company was a necessary evil. Although the company itself was severely isolated within the Legion, the Primarch still valued them very much.

Even though they have been separated for ten thousand years, they are still worried about the safety of their genetic father.

"The Hive Fleet will continuously optimize its own genes as it devours life, creating even more powerful combat units."

Romulus hinted in a mysterious tone.

"What else in this universe is the pinnacle of genetic engineering?"

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Before anyone could answer, the closed door of the conference hall was suddenly split open, and Kohl's body reappeared with the blue light left by the teleportation beacon beside him.

He walked back to his seat, looking extremely serious, as if the meeting had just begun.

"Please continue, Lord Romulus."

(End of this chapter)