This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 558 I will bring more than one, more than two, to the Wings of Dawn
The New Star Economic Development Zone is located in the central part of the Extreme Starfield, between the Great Otlama and the Dawn Starfield.

One hundred years after destroying the Tau Empire as a political entity, humanity regained control of this star system. Apart from Damocles Bay, an important trading port for Great Otlamar, there is a sector-level administrative unit centered on the six former Tau Empire homeworlds, which governs 130 planetary units.

The local garrison comprises 13 Astartes Chapters, including the Iron Serpent, the Brass Archon, and the Silver Skull, as well as the Shattered Legion headquarters, totaling approximately 5 troops.

Gollum~
As the image of that territory became clearer in his mind, and considering the number of active Broken Legions, Forgrim swallowed hard.

He admitted that if the result of freeing himself from studying was to rule such a territory, then the pressure would be immense.

He tightened his lips, his eyes sweeping over those who had important advisory power over central decisions, decision-making power over major local affairs, the ability to coordinate resources from all sides, ensure the implementation of the Imperial Diet's policies in the region, and lead the region's armed work.
Looking at the words written in black and white on the letter of appointment, at the power he had never obtained even during the Great Expedition, at this real power he had never experienced before.

When it was actually placed in his hands, Forgrim was truly at a loss.

Because he knew very well that if he, having gained control of a star field, chose to rebel, it would be an even more disastrous end than his own in the history of the Great Rebellion.

He absolutely cannot accept such an ending now.

In the past, in order to fulfill the grand ambitions envisioned by the Emperor, he, as Primarch, was able to inflict such profound wounds on the Empire by leading the Emperor's sons.

what about now?

When this responsibility is truly placed in his own hands, can he guarantee that he will not cause any problems?

Can he guarantee that he can overcome those temptations?

Thinking of the memories that belonged to "himself," the "himself" who easily succumbed to the temptations of the devil, and then thinking of Guilliman who had been tortured into a state of withdrawal, Fugrim really couldn't say that he could definitely endure it if he had to go through it all again.

Honestly, if he had known before the fight that he was about to take on such an important mission, he might not have dared to accept it.

This is quite costly.

If a legion messes up on its own, those few brothers are there and can be wiped out easily, but if an independent kingdom rebels...

In the past, if you messed up those abstract events, you could blame this or that. Now, many of the past problems have been solved by Dawnwing. If a problem really arises, it's just because you're incompetent.

At the same time, Forgrim truly understood why the Dawnwings had always emphasized cooperation, especially among Primarchs like themselves.

He knew that Dawnwing would not allow him to do this without sufficient realistic conditions.

But it was precisely because of this that Forgrim was even more shaken.

These people are really willing to trust others when given the opportunity.

No.

Fugrim shook his head.

We must not misunderstand cause and effect.

Fugrim looked at his companions beside him, at these people who had handed over their authority to him without any reservations.

They created the conditions because they trusted others.

"What we are doing is so great."

Vograim organized his thoughts, contemplating the grand future that was about to be placed in his hands, and murmured, "So much so that it is difficult to see its end."

"One person can never finish it."

Arthur nodded in approval, looked at Fogrem, and patted his shoulder armor with one hand.

"That is why we so desperately need companions, so that we will never be alone in the face of the enemy."

"Correct."

As if he had grasped something, Fugrim's voice suddenly became powerful.

He lowered the document and looked at Arthur as if seeking strength.

"Are we together?"

He asked tentatively.

"We've always been here."

Arthur nodded again, his tone resolute.

The two stared at each other briefly for a few seconds.

Fugrim breathed a sigh of relief.

To put it bluntly, when Forgrim was willing to put aside his prejudices and obey Guilliman's command during the previous group fight, intending to try again even if he lost, he had already graduated.

The Wings of Dawn don't care about that dark history, because it's essentially irrelevant to the current Forgrim, nor do they care about Forgrim's personality flaws. What they've been working on all along is resolving these issues in order to give him a chance.

Farmers working in the fields have the opportunity to ensure their basic needs are met, and also the opportunity for their children to receive an education.

Workers in Chaohu have the opportunity to have stable jobs, as well as to maintain good health and a comfortable family life.

The rulers of the sector also have more opportunities to have both, without having to struggle with the life-and-death choices of countless people.

The same applies to the original.

To ensure that those who truly deserve a better life have that opportunity and no longer suffer because of the harsh conditions that this universe imposes on everyone.

Regarding the issue of consensus reached by both sides.

The transmigrators were there 'for humanity', and the Primarch was born with the desire to 'make humanity great again', a value that the Primarch himself strongly endorsed.

Even those Primarchs who sided with Chaos often reminisce about the glory of the Great Crusade, so there's absolutely no need to worry about them.

Their main task is to provide sufficient emotional value and, incidentally, to dissuade the Primarchs from some outrageous behaviors.

Instead of thinking about how to deal with you after you betray us, people were already studying how to eliminate the possibility of your betrayal from the very beginning.

To be honest, as individuals whose status is no different from these beings, the Primarch is actually quite easy to appease in a certain sense for the transmigrators.

"But if we really have to wait for me to take over completely, wouldn't that take too long?"

Fugrim looked at his task.

The main objectives are to establish a military-political integrated system centered on the Shattered Legion, promote the security and stability of the regions exporting industrial resources from the real universe, further expand humanity's influence within the network, ensure the stability of the current territory, and radiate outwards to more worlds from the Nova Development Zone as a base.

The ultimate goal is to use the Primarch, a stable and efficient core, to rebuild a sufficiently powerful region to alleviate the pressure on other systems that have been under overload.

This will be a relatively long process.

Even with past experience in expanding Astartes, and with the biological genius Caul having long since resolved the genetic issues of the Emperor's Son, Forgrim was well aware of the biggest problem limiting the Legion's expansion.

Humans can explode at will based on their original bodies, but human qualities and those ships cannot be created out of thin air.

"Can our enemies wait for us that long?"

The Phoenix Lord is already figuring out how to properly govern these worlds.

"Then let them wait."

Arthur replied calmly.

At present, the Dawnwings are merely putting on a show of attacking Comoros, and all those self-proclaimed wise minions of Chaos can do is watch and wait, aside from advancing their own plans.

Everyone knows that this war machine, which is currently being warmed up, can change its objectives at any time before it is officially launched.

No one dares to jump out before it has chosen its target; that would be tantamount to suicide.

Even if you're tough, you're still tougher than a crucible that holds grime.
Forgrim immediately realized he had asked a stupid question.

The situation is no longer shrouded in mystery like during the Great Crusade. Everyone is openly confronting each other. Not only has the Emperor begun to act despite his own countdown to godhood, but most Primarchs have also become aware of their true nature. The indirect threat posed by Chaos to them has rapidly declined, and they are now at the mercy of Chaos.

Even humans are the same.

"This is the appointment."

He pointed to his own name.

Vograim was a rebel Primarch within the Empire.

Moreover, with the Dawnwings' reconstruction of the Empire's millennia-long history, anyone who has read books within the Dawnwings' sphere of influence knows exactly how many Primarchs there were and what exactly happened during the Great Rebellion.

Of course, they aren't afraid of being detected by the demonic Primarchs. Not to mention that this issue was considered when the teaching materials were compiled, if they really dared to come out, the current Dawnwing and Loyalist Primarchs would be more than happy to have them.

The main issue is that the signal of a Primarch rebelling is not good for the Empire at present.

"Hide what?"

Ramses waved his hand.

"Why hide your own name? The warp owes you something."

The core message of Dawnwing has always been: internal strife is a load of rubbish. If it's not your problem, then it's the world's problem.

If you think you are Furym, then you are, and we guys agree.

What, is it that the only one in the whole world named Vograim is from the warp?

"indeed."

Guilliman, who was standing nearby, also expressed his agreement.

Honestly, if he had to choose between the two, he would definitely choose the one in front of him, even if the other lacked a crucial part for the original. Thinking of the serpent and all that filth he witnessed at the Emperor's Pride, he absolutely refused to acknowledge that it as his brother.

Especially after awakening and systematically learning what Slaanesh really was, even with his strong will, Guilliman couldn't help but feel a lingering fear about that impulsive choice, and was also grateful that his offspring had been able to save him from it.

"After that, the brothers will give you an inauguration ceremony, where you will swear an oath to the entire galaxy. As for your identity, the truth is that if they ask, we will cut you off. If they ask again, it will be because that snake in the warp stole your life."

Ramses was simply enjoying the spectacle and didn't mind making things worse.

He now controls the entire public opinion system of the real universe, he can make things clear, and he also controls the largest online troll organization in the subspace, so he is not afraid of those with ulterior motives causing trouble.

Since the Battle of Cadia, Draconion has spread rumors about Arthur throughout the entire transdimensional space. See who believes Draconion's nonsense?
The Lord of Knights isn't human, so what are you?

Anyone can write a chaotic tome to fool people. I can promote it directly through official channels without any bans. We'll see whether the warp summons a demon or a grey knight.

You can play with me now.

Fogrem couldn't help but chuckle again, and nodded elegantly, indicating that he would leave everything to his brothers.

If his brothers aren't afraid of him, what does he have to be afraid of?

Nobody cared what he had to fear about showing his face in public.

Infected by the profound emotional value unintentionally bestowed upon him, Fugrim felt that this group was truly full of power.

"Oh, right, you can take this."

Ramses waved his hand.

A portal appeared beside them, and a group of spirit race members who had been waiting in Wuxiangtian emerged, each holding an old woman's sword.

“I already have a large portion of the Eldar’s Death God’s power in my hands. I’m giving you a portion of the access, which is enough to make up for your current shortcomings in the warp. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

Fogrem was taken aback.

He looked at the sword blade before him, which was full of alien features and had a strong Seraphim aura, and felt a strong sense of déjà vu.

Unfortunately, Slaanesh are born from the desires of the Eldar, and their artistic style is actually quite similar to that of the Eldar.

"Don't worry, if there's anyone in there who can make a sound, it'll be me. You can chat with me for a bit if there's nothing to do."

Ramses saw what the other person was thinking and said with a grin.

It's hard not to suspect that he designed it this way on purpose.

Isn't it the devil's rambling, or the hellish jokes that keep getting updated?
That's terrifying.

"Thank you."

Forgrim felt a little embarrassed, politely sheathed his sword, and thanked him.

"Bring this along too."

Arthur also handed over a burning scabbard.

Forged from fragments of the Burner.

There's nothing wrong with Forgrim himself; the current issue is enhancing the opponent's ability to cope after being beheaded.

The power of death can protect the opponent's soul and provide resistance to the effects of the warp. The fragments of the Star God are another layer of insurance, allowing the opponent to still have the power to fight even when the gods can't afford to play against them.

Fragments of the Star God and the power of the Death God can greatly replenish a Primarch.

Faced with this meticulously planned arrangement, Guilliman was somewhat envious.

Why hasn't anyone sent him this? Since returning, apart from accessing Karna's Hengzhuotian grassroots statistical system, Romulus's imperial ecological model, the STC catalog currently controlled by Dawnwing, and a series of government systems, he hasn't seen anything substantial.

Even Ryan was there!

"Thank you."

Fugrim quickly took the scabbard.

As he finished expressing his gratitude, the scabbard seemed to come alive and covered the old woman's sword.

"Before you leave, remember to talk to Old Man Huang again. Bring an Emperor Avatar so you can talk to your dad more often and lower his blood pressure. That way, if there's an emergency, you can knock him out immediately."

Ramses added another sentence.

Emperor, who had always been involved in maintaining local area network security, frowned.

puff~
Guilliman couldn't hold back again.

I can somewhat understand how that space wolf felt.

One of the judges raised an eyebrow and quickly took out a small notebook to scribble and draw.

Fugrim could already foresee what his future daily interactions with Ramses would look like.

"it is good."

Fugrim nodded.

"Secondly, as for the others, I believe that every Primarch possesses extraordinary qualities, and we don't have any strict requirements, but organizational procedures must be followed."

Arthur continued, "You've also realized the weight of your responsibilities, and that's precisely why we must ensure those responsibilities are fulfilled correctly."

We don't do those superficial things.

With its emotional value maxed out, the official ranking of the honor system has already captivated a huge number of Imperials and Astartes, even the Primarchs can't resist it.

The difficulties are being gradually resolved. The current state of governance within the Empire is much better than in the past when people were actively courting death or waiting to die. At least the Primarch is now able to manage this system.

So what's left are the requirements.

Whether an organization's policies have authority depends on whether its policymakers can abide by them.

Take the Emperor as an example. If he had been more restrained when using psionic powers, not sixteen out of the eighteen legions would have ignored the psionic ban, and the Imperial Truth wouldn't have been treated like toilet paper.

His approach couldn't even convince himself, let alone others.

"understand!"

Fogrem immediately responded with a serious expression.

It's important to know that Dawnwing has always followed this logic. Ramses always reported when he took him out for a walk, so he was quite used to the system.

Besides, the organization isn't heartless; if you have a valid reason, who's going to make things difficult for you?

If you don't say anything, doesn't that just mean you have something to hide?

"Ah."

Seeing that Fugrim's attitude was correct, Arthur also skipped directly to the next stage.

"Then I'll repeat it again."

Although it was a bit long-winded, Arthur felt that it was just like verbal praise or formal commendation, and that the length of the explanation was necessary.

But Fugrim didn't mind the verbosity.

Holding the sword in one hand and the rolled-up letter of appointment in the other, the white-haired Purple Phoenix listened attentively to the Knight Lord's earnest ramblings, not in a hurry to exercise that overwhelming power.

This kind of serious attitude towards something is hard to describe in words; it just feels warm.

"You can leave now."

Ramses waved his hand, indicating that the Eldar who had solved the "Separation of Death Power Authority and Security of Authority" could go on vacation.

Having witnessed the latter part of the exchange, the Spirit Race members, whose eyes were already shining, immediately bowed and took their leave.

They carried their vacation passes, issued by the Wings of Dawn, which allowed them free movement throughout most of the Empire, and happily entered the portal, whispering among themselves.

If you pay close attention, you can easily deduce from their conversation that these spirits are planning to team up and recruit fellow villagers to go up the mountain.

The atmosphere within the Wings of Dawn gave these Eldar unparalleled confidence.

You can tell at a glance whether a team is strong or not.

Look at the gods of today.

The Eldar watched as the Knight Lord earnestly explained the rules, and the Phoenix Lord listened attentively.

Go take another look at those rotten fish and shrimp in the subspace.

Can those demons really listen to their bosses? Can those bosses come up with a set of rules that they themselves agree with and that these demons can also agree with?
The Eldar, who had long been involved in human development, were filled with excitement.

When the gods have truly emptied the Comoros and retrieved the technology, we too will raise the banner of high-caliber talent and further advance the entire empire under the leadership of the Dawn Wings.

The Eldar secretly resolved to maintain this relationship of interdependence, which was now considered paradise in the galaxy.

They chatted with each other, cherishing their hard-won rest time, analyzing the value of their homeland, their compatriots, and technology based on the values ​​shaped by their long-standing residence in Wuxiangtian, before hurriedly leaving after packing their belongings.

We will bring more and better manpower to the Wings of Dawn and the Aspects.

We will bring more than two, more than three, more than four Ark Worlds to Dawnwing!
(End of this chapter)