This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 24 Some things are not our turn to think about

"What's going to happen next? Will we build that safe house or not?"

After the four of them left the warehouse, they found a corner and began their final preparations.

"I think it's expensive, but it's ultimately a means to protect humanity. Until we find a more economical and affordable method, we still have to use it."

Just like many projects they knew in the past, it was a loss in terms of construction cost, but it still had to be built for the sake of people, because life cannot be simply defined by value.

Romulus thought about it.

"How about this: from the souls we obtain in the future, we will use 5% to expand the safe house until it can accommodate the entire hive planet's population that has died of natural causes."

Everyone is still ambitious. After making the first pot of gold, the next step is to deal with identity issues. Once the identity issues are resolved, the next step is to create a recruiting world for yourself and develop.

After all, the capabilities are there. They are not actually short of equipment and production capacity, but they lack large-mass vehicles like the Void Fleet and the people to use these equipment.

Therefore, a stable world that is not disturbed by chaos is also what they need.

"That's fine, I'll leave the bill to you."

Ramses said no problem.

"Then I'll go to the subspace and monitor the astronomical communication. I'll be responsible for harassing Old Man Huang, and I'll find a new place to nest the demons. Even if I can't contact Old Man Huang, I can try to stuff the demons in. I'll also fill in the illustrated guide. Why do I feel like I have so much to do?"

"Well, Laer, your task is quite heavy, so I'm sorry to bother you with these."

"Okay, I'd love to."

Currently, Ramses is the only one who has come into contact with the subspace. Before determining the extent of the harm the subspace poses to them, there is no need for a second traverser to share the risk.

This was also the consensus among the four of them.

"I will be responsible for the operations and diplomacy within the regiment, as well as familiarizing myself with battlefield command. - Arthur."

"You will be responsible for frontline combat and squad command, as well as learning the professional knowledge of Space Marines. In addition, you will fully explore your natural talent in combat. Theoretically, any risky tasks will be left to us, and you will be responsible for keeping an eye on each of us at all times."

Arthur has always been relatively stable, and he also attaches great importance to winning or losing, so his thinking is not very jumpy. When we played games together in the past, Arthur was usually responsible for covering the bottom line when the others were having fun.

And now-

Romulus glanced at Ramses who seemed to have a bunch of strange ideas.

It is even more necessary.

"it is good."

Arthur nodded.

The hidden risks between them at present are their own abilities and exposure to the subspace. Before verifying the safety of these two projects, he is indeed not interested in getting involved.

It is indeed impossible to learn such a cool operation as Ramses.

"So, I'm strolling?"

Seeing that he had nothing to do at the moment, Karna simply said.

"It's okay, just stroll."

Romulus looked indifferent.

Karna is not idle either. As a character with a bystander's perspective, he needs to collect other information from perspectives that others don't care about, and then participate in the review of the entire process.

When everyone was acting as strategists to help their roommates find girlfriends, they asked Karna, who had collected information from outside, to fill in the gaps.

"You'll have thirty minutes of free time to familiarize yourself with the subject, and then we'll officially start working."

After arranging their respective tasks, Romulus clapped his hands.

"Then, disband!"

"receive."

Everyone dispersed and quickly got into character, looking very professional.

In fact, this is not difficult for them. In the past, they just did it to make their lives better.

Now, they are trying to survive.
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In the spacious cabin, the three people who had finally calmed down began to carefully inspect the weapons.

They had nothing to be embarrassed about having priority in choosing weapons and equipment. The empire itself clearly stipulated that leaders at the regimental level and above had the right to control the spoils of war without orders from their superiors.

After all, everyone knows the logistical capabilities of the Ministry of Military Affairs. Without these powers, half of the entire Imperial Astra Militarum would starve to death, and the remaining half would most likely fight others with bayonets.

But after a closer examination, they fell into serious self-doubt.

Are these weapons really worthy of them?

"These weapons are very unusual."

Kovek picked up a power weapon and swallowed.

Although lacking the religious imprints that have been popular in the empire since the Age of Apostasy, these exquisite classical decorations and patterns
Most of the wealthy planetary governors who came to see him could not bring such a sword.

"Not ordinary. To call them that is blasphemous."

"I'm sorry, Her Excellency the Great Sister."

"It doesn't matter."

Arabella shook her head slightly. She was not one of those fanatical guardians of holy relics like the Guardians of the Holy Sepulchre. She simply wanted to correct the mistake in the name.

The loyalty and bravery of the Cadians were worthy of her respect. Not every mortal could react quickly to the sudden attack of the alien demons after losing all their heavy weapons, tearing a gap between the two and holding the central elevator until the Astartes support arrived.

As for the fate of the weak, the Safra chemical dogs, who have now become decorations on the bottom deck, have the most say.

"They are holy relics, a legacy from the empire's most glorious period."

Arabella came to the supplies that the angels had prepared for the nuns.

She recognized the equipment that was similar to the force-feedback power armor of the battle nuns, and then knelt down to pray devoutly, while recounting the origins of the equipment.

"The Divine Emperor is guarded by golden-armored Imperial Guards, but few know that beside them, silent nuns remain silent, their sole purpose being to draw any approaching demons into the Abyss of Silence."

"But I've never seen them."

The Commissar recalled his memory of returning to Terra to report on his duties.

The emperor's guards are actually not difficult to see. Their noble and upright figures can often be seen in front of the palace gate.

just
The political commissar looked a little strange.

To be honest he had mixed feelings towards the Custodians who had made him pronounce Terra's name in front of the Imperial Palace.

"Of course, you certainly haven't seen them."

Arabella stroked the holy silver armor, and a rare hint of fanaticism appeared in her usually rational and calm eyes.

"While they were fighting for the Empire, He was still walking among men."

After listening to the story of the elder sister, Kovek seemed to have thought of something.

He came to a suit of armor and began to examine it carefully, only to find that any information representing time had been erased.

His eyes widened.

"Kovek, don't think too much."

A hand pressed on his shoulder, and Alex's calm voice came over.

"Bring your equipment, follow orders, and fight to the death. This is our mission."

Pulling out a finely crafted power sword from the armory, and looking at the numbered area that had been deliberately erased, Political Commissar Alex put it on his waist without hesitation.

"Some things are not our turn to think about."

(End of this chapter)