This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 104 The Next Direction (4k) (asking for a monthly ticket, woo woo woo)
All serious eyes were focused on Romulus.

They were waiting for an answer and didn't even care that the great sage was monitoring the meeting.

"We all know the invasion pattern of this type of Zerg. Genestealers infect the people of the Empire and send local information to their respective Hive Fleets. The Hive Fleets then plan their routes and devour any living planets along the way."

Romulus pointed to Macragge, a galaxy that consisted of a civilized world, a holy world, an agricultural world, and a hive world, and was capable of perfect internal circulation.

"Ultramar is a prosperous nation, and Macragge is its most prominent. Lord Guilliman is a Primarch who is still revered by the people of the Imperium. Countless transport fleets travel to Ultramar each year, and the Genestealers' infiltration capabilities are evident to all who have read the combat reports."

Compared to Dorn who had a hand in reserve, Ferrus who had a head in reserve, and Sanguines who had a pool in reserve, Guilliman was in a much better condition. In his static position, he could even be said to be the only living Primarch in the Empire today, and the only Primarch who was still "showing up".

"Damn it! I knew the vanity of those Ultramar descendants would get them into big trouble."

Elon, the Chapter Master of the Goddesses of Vengeance, slammed his fist on the table. It was obvious that these warriors of Terran descent had inherited the Primarch's original hot temper.

Then he realized that the leader of the Invincible Iron Guard from ten thousand years ago was sitting next to him.

".I'm sorry, elder, I didn't mean you."

"It doesn't matter."

Dracus shook his head. He could understand such an operation. After all, compared to the high pressure of the Empire, Macragge had a sense of laziness that other human worlds did not have. Their system was a democratic parliamentary system.

When the rebellious Night Lord Konrad Curze sneaked into Macragge, some people protested against the blockade, which made their group of Invincible Iron Guards very anxious.

It is not unexpected that the original body can be taken out for viewing now. If it is wrong, it is wrong.

Unfortunately, they failed to protect the Primarch, and even failed to protect Lady Euton, who raised the Primarch.

"My Lord, based on your past experience, how long will it take for the Hive Fleet to reach the Macragge region?"

Putting away the sadness in his eyes, Delacroix asked directly.

The origins of the four time travelers are unclear, the Dark Angels and the Thousand Sons cannot even speak of them openly, and even the Stormcast Eternals can only attribute it to a miracle of the Emperor, and simply treat these people as someone else's Primarchs.

Up to now, not only they themselves, but also Kaul have taken the lead in preventing genetic verification, so they can only let De La Cruz and others who have confirmed their identities and the existence of genes continue to supplement.

Enemies outside the domain are a good excuse.

"Conservative estimate, four Terran years."

Romulus replied quickly.

It had to be the Ultramarines. Dantioch and the other Emperorfists were like dumb jars, not making a sound.

"Sir, we can catch up."

Macragge is located in the southeast of the galaxy, half a galaxy away from them.

After quickly asking the navigator a question, Supreme Grand Marshal Ledotus responded.

For some unknown reason, after the God-Emperor revealed His miracle, the current waves in the Warp were very small, and the four evil gods of the Supreme Heaven seemed to focus their attention on themselves and no longer chose to concentrate on interfering with reality.

Then he replied with a slightly struggling expression.

"However, the Black Templars can only provide 4,000 men, a Glorious Queen, and a fleet of three battleships for this expedition. We will need to split the fleet along the way to fulfill requests from other allies."

Look, what does it mean to have a big family and a great fortune, and what does it mean to have only?

"The Nemesis can provide a fighting force for the Codex, and the Nemesis fleet will also accompany them."

Elon continued, as if the three companies previously lost at Pierrede had been replenished in an instant.

Look at these Schrödinger's thousand people.

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The time travelers looked at the two who spoke out first. One was not restrained at all, while the other was slightly restrained.

I finally understand that every one of you Terrans is a guerrilla for over-birth.

However, it is understandable that the group that can mobilize the Queen of Glory must have more than a thousand people.

As for why this conclusion was reached, we can refer to the Ultramarines who are the most committed to the sacred code. The Queen of Glory can only be placed on Macragge as a tourist attraction like Guilliman. It is wishful thinking to want her to form a combat force.

The remaining Crimson Fists and Executioners also expressed their opinions. Although they were not the entire group, they still had some autonomy.

Everyone also understood the reason why Romulus did this, which was to use their strength to participate in a sufficiently grand war, thereby building good relations with the new era's founding groups, allowing themselves to enter the empire's vision, and improve their reputation to facilitate the subsequent army building.

All I can say is that he is worthy of being the offspring of Lord Guilliman.

However, no one had any objection to this practice, which could be said to be taking advantage of them.

Why refuse?

Please, it would be so cool to just think about being able to go on an expedition across half the galaxy with the elders to fight against the enemy who covets the Primarch.

And the white shark had no objection.

Tiberus looked at the list in his hand.

A Mechanicus escort fleet, an upgrade of the Space Shark Fleet, exchanged on the spot.

Twenty percent of a casting world's output in a hundred years can be picked up at any time in several designated casting worlds as time goes by.

Then look at the number of sharks killed in this war, a little over 200.
The towering giant sighed softly.

After a war, the favors are not repaid, and the debts are increasing.

When will we be able to return to the outside world?

Calculating the time to enter the galaxy this time, Tiberus fell into a happy trouble.

And the four old men will probably be distributed with holy equipment again.

As Tiberius expected, Romulus also gave a list.

"Well, we can't offer as much as the Great Sage in this battle, but this is still a small reward."

The old three: planes, tanks, and power armor.

Everyone looked at the equipment above and experienced the unique arrogance of Ultramar.

"Sir, we can't"

Ledotus almost subconsciously chose to refuse, but was interrupted by Romulus.

“We don’t have many people left who can use this equipment.”

He said, immediately causing the conference room to fall into an eerie silence.

"Take it."

"Yes, my lord."

Everyone nodded gloomily.

"By the way, I hope you can send a warning to each chapter that still has the remains of the Primarch, asking them to block the information about the Primarch and be ready with a transfer plan at any time."

Romulus added again.

"Leave it to us, my lord."

Ledotus patted his chest and took on the task.

The Black Templars have been on an expedition to the galaxy for thousands of years, and their debts of honor are countless. In addition to being unhappy with their own people, they also have close ties with various startup groups.

Of course, out of brotherhood, he would still inform them, but he didn't want to ask how the news came about.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you." Romulus agreed. It would be easier to get help from the black orcs, a group of social experts. Then he thought about it and added.

"By the way, it's best to have information delivered face-to-face by a dedicated person, and try to exclude other methods, including psychic energy. The person being communicated with must have confirmed genetic testing results before delivering information. You can obtain this type of genetic testing equipment from Great Sage Kaul."

"The Prospector Fleet will continue to accompany us during this operation, and all ships can be fully resupplied when passing through the Forge World of Tigrus."

Kaul took the step given to him by Romulus and continued, feeling extremely depressed.

He had just solved the surgical defects of the Primaris Space Marines and the technical difficulties of the Armor of Destiny, and the next moment the person he wanted to help was eaten by the aliens.

Why do the alien heretics always go against him?
"Then the route planning will be left to you."

Romulus smiled and nodded. After such a long time, he could finally catch some fish.

"Sir, the Black Templars can share routes with you, except for those confidential routes."

Ledotus continued.

The Supreme Marshal is also very good at handling things.

Routes are a kind of reserve for every fleet, and apart from the regular ones, they are rarely shared, because if you are not careful, it will affect the survival of a fleet.

If the enemy knows the routes you control, they can basically control your maneuvering routes in a star zone. If your fleet is not strong enough, it will be killed directly.

"Thank you, Supreme Marshal. This meeting is now over."

Romulus and his companions stood up first.

"By the way, apart from Technical Sergeant Dan, who still needs to provide us with assistance, we will not interfere with the other members' stay or departure."

After taking a few steps toward the door, Romulus turned his head and gave the other members of the regiment another surprise.

"what?"

Everyone looked at the elder beside them in surprise.

These veterans from the Great Crusade period nodded one after another. It was the time traveler who took the initiative to talk to them.

The first batch of Stormcast Eternals were originally experiments in force, just to verify the correctness of the idea. After death, they would still return directly to the warp like the Four Gods Demons and be ritually summoned again, which was actually quite costly.

With just over two hundred people, they couldn't do anything in the hands of the time traveler. It was enough for Romulus to input their combat models one by one. It would be better to use their military experience gained in the front battlefields with an intensity far exceeding 40k to help these younger generations make more progress.

Ramses is already researching a completely new ritual process, and only units that can be quickly pulled back to form combat effectiveness after being killed in battle are within their consideration.

Except for technical talents like Dantioch, there is no need to tie up others.

Hiss, when I think about it this way, the emperor really has his deep meaning.

The others are all company veterans from before the second founding of each chapter. Only Dantioch is a lone loyalist Iron Warrior. Wasn't it left to them?
Walking on the outer avenue, Romulus felt that the emperor looked more and more like a human being.

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Ramses looked at Romulus's expression, smiled and shook his head.

Sometimes when someone suddenly treats you well, it’s not because he has suddenly changed his personality, but because he is afraid of you.

"What's next?"

Arthur inquired.

"Arthur, go deliver the equipment. Ramses, quickly write the manual and send it to me. I'll discuss the technical issues with Dantioch."

Romulus ordered quickly.

"it is good."

Arthur nodded, called a few veterans, and went to the apron together to prepare to clear out the warehouses on the Dawn where Romulus had prepared equipment.

When Karna saw that he had nothing to do with it, he simply took a step and slipped away into the crowd of mortals before Arthur could arrest him.
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"This is the equipment for this mission, and this is the checklist."

"Thank you, elder."

On the Eternal Expedition, Ledotus, who had just returned to the battleship, was receiving the team transporting equipment in the cargo area.

"Ah."

Arthur nodded, and at the same time observed the surroundings. After making sure that there were no outsiders, he returned to the transport plane and pushed out a gene seed storage box that was two people tall and still emitting cold air with both hands.

"This is."

Ledotus looked inside through the sliding cover that Arthur had opened and found that it was full of gene seeds.

Based on the volume of the storage box, a conservative estimate is around 500 pieces.

He was immediately speechless.

"Complete, including the surgical procedures."

Arthur reminded.

Ledotus took a deep breath.

"This is so precious!"

Ledotes never expected that these elders not only gave him a big red envelope, but also found gold bars inside when he opened it.

This is the complete Imperial Fist.

You have to know that the Sons of Dorne's problem is not just a simple loss of surgery. How could a founding group not be able to perform a complete surgery? The real problem is that after Dorne's disappearance, the Sons of Dorne's gene seeds degenerated due to the rapid conscription measures, resulting in the cultivation of organs being completely ineffective, so they had to give up some operations.

And now, the complete gene seed was before them.

This filled Ledotus with a sense of mission, and at the same time, he developed a strong sense of honor for the Black Templar where he was.

Indeed, they are the true heirs of Dorne's will, otherwise why would the elders choose them?

"Again, someone needs to use it."

Arthur said so, and his calm state made people dare not refuse.

"My Lord, I promise you that we will select the best candidates to carry the glory of the elders!"

Ledotus immediately contacted the regiment pharmacist, saluted Arthur solemnly, and then said.

"Of course, I believe you."

Arthur returned the greeting seriously.

"And I need to be paid."

"Please, my Lord!"

Ledotus puffed out his chest.

Arthur did not reply, but looked up at the high-level officials of the Black Templar. Everyone who looked at him puffed out their chests.

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Arthur nodded silently, then threw down his shield and walked to a helipad holding the black sword.

"Come."

The Black Knight raised his sword, extending an invitation to the members of the Sword Brotherhood.

(End of this chapter)