Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 83 Failure is betrayal, success is revolution (4k)

In an instant, all eyes turned to him. Adrian Malcardo was genuinely worried about how the court would decide this matter.

After all, there are quite a few chapters within the Empire whose strength surpasses that of the Astartes Codex, but they are all under surveillance to varying degrees.

But suddenly, in some remote corner where the empire can't monitor, a battle group of ten thousand people has appeared!
The court must send an assassin to give you a shot.
bang bang bang-

Tie Hui slammed his hand on the table, drawing everyone's attention, and said, "If you only have a few thousand Astartes, Guilliman wouldn't even need to lift a finger; the Inquisition could handle it all. But if you have tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of Astartes, I think Guilliman should step down himself, and we should go up!"

“In that case, I agree to the plan!” Adrian Malcardo agreed to the decision, but still asked one last question, “What if they say we’ve betrayed the Empire?”

Hart Neff gave Adrian Malcardo a disdainful look, and was about to speak when Tie Hui slammed his fist on the table and shouted loudly!

"Treason against the Empire?" His voice was somewhat distorted as he looked at everyone, then slammed his fist on the table even harder and roared.
"Failure is betrayal, success is revolution!"

"Let's do it! Loyalty!"

……

It is said that when brothers are of one mind, their strength can break metal!
This statement is always true, especially now, when all of Astartes' efforts are focused on one goal.

With the initial cooperation agreement reached between the two parties, everyone began to copy and distribute the various resources and technologies brought by the Seraphim Legion.

During this process, the priests of various warbands, led by Drenthe, were shaking their heads and kowtowing in prayer.

"Each battle group now has two copies of this technology. One is a backup, and the other is the basic version." Tie Hui looked at the happy faces of everyone present and couldn't help but remind them.

After all, what they were about to do was far too insulting to the Cult of Mechanics, and if they didn't execute it precisely according to plan...

Then all the Mechanicus and Forge worlds in the entire galaxy, and even the Dark Mechanicus, could potentially blacklist them all.

So after discussion, they prepared to make a fortune. In any case, they basically had absolute control over their respective homeworlds and nearby star systems.

If you don't have it, why don't you just grab it?
They had the land, but lacked industry. So they planned to use this to fleece the Mechanical Cult.

Then they establish basic industrial chains in their respective worlds. What if you say there's not enough land?
So, shall we attack outwards?

Whether we fight outside the galaxy or inside the empire is none of our business.

With a basic industrial chain in place, they can build all sorts of other industrial facilities. Even if they can't build essential weapons and other equipment, the Emperor will continue to supply them with resources; they can always upgrade the industrial chain if necessary!

Who knows, as they're being promoted, the machines might suddenly start groveling before them.

At this point in the meeting, everyone reviewed the plan once again. Then, Tie Hui looked at Hart Neff and Adrian Malcardo, still projected onto the hologram, and with a firm and serious expression, reminded them again, "I hope you two can put aside your differences and have your representatives come over quickly to take these things away. Once everyone is ready, the operation can officially begin; otherwise, I'm afraid we'll be a step too late. If those tech geeks on Mars find out, we'll definitely be in big trouble!"

The two glanced at each other through the holographic image. Although their eyes still contained disdain and anger, they decided to forgive each other for the sake of being human and not having betrayed human civilization.

Tie Hui turned to look at Tiberos, who had barely spoken throughout the entire meeting. Even now, looking at Tiberos's imposing figure, he couldn't help but secretly marvel, "Is this guy really a Super Crow?"

"brother!"

Tiberius sensed the gaze and snapped out of his reverie, stopping his fiddling with the toasters.

"Once you've replenished your basic supplies, quickly find your own home planet and then activate the Nest City Industrial Complex to manufacture these bread machines at full capacity. Make as many as you can, the more the better! The technical sergeants have already made significant improvements to these bread machines. Even a Great Sage couldn't possibly understand their technology and principles at a glance. But we can't let them research for too long; that's a crucial point!" As he spoke, he picked up a bread machine that had been modified beyond recognition and was serving as a sample on the table.

"So we must stall them to the death, by any means necessary, until we have the supplies and everything we need! And we must wait until the very end before giving them these bread machines."

After finishing his explanation, he threw the bread maker back onto the table like a broken piece of junk, showing no concern for the dents and scratches it had caused.

"In short, this time, we will take back all the basic industrial production capacity."

Actually, their actions aren't without reason. Those unruly bastards from the Mechanicus sect... they hoard all the good stuff, unwilling to share or promote technological progress (even though there's a risk of chaos invasion).
But you forbade other members of the Mechanicus from developing technology, which resulted in various advanced technologies being slowly lost over time. The Empire's current technological strength is even inferior to that of the Great Crusade era.

This behavior infuriated some warbands. Consequently, some powerful warbands began establishing basic industrial zones on their homeworlds, precisely to prevent the loss of their limited technological resources and the inability to rebuild them.

"Although the warp storms have almost completely isolated the Imperium, I imagine that each of you here has Inquisition surveillance personnel behind you in your respective chapters?" Tiberius spoke up at this opportune moment. He treated the Astartes Codex as nothing more than toilet paper.

However, such blatant behavior would not be tolerated by the surveillance personnel of the Inquisition behind these people, who would do everything in their power to send these messages back to the Empire.

Although Tie Hui said that as long as you have tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of Astartes, none of these things will matter.

The premise is that they are afraid of being nipped in the bud before they even get started.

Upon hearing his question, Tie Hui confidently waved his hand, indicating that he had a solution. (Refer to the behavior of the man with the mustache before World War II.)

Three million police officers trained using conventional military methods, and millions of club pilots trained using the same methods. A 19.5mm gun with a tripod can be turned into a heavy machine gun – a "cloth-tearing machine."

With so many methods to refer to, what's there to be afraid of? Tiberius has clearly fallen into the same mental trap as Adrian Malcardo before.

But you can't really blame him; even though they treated the Astartes Codex like toilet paper, the scale of the operation was clearly something they never expected!
After all, a single misstep could lead to total defeat, leaving one like the ruthless Wang Xiulun. Looking at their expressions, Tie Hui was still somewhat uneasy, so he straightened up nonchalantly, shrugged, and said, “Let me give you an example. Do you know about the Mortal Auxiliary Army? We'll throw those newly trained recruits into these Mortal armies to serve as commanders, staff officers, and even junior officers. And in those worlds where we expel aliens and quell rebellions, we'll tell the Empire to send dozens of Astartes to guard those worlds, ostensibly to maintain faith in the Empire. Then, secretly, we'll control the ownership of the entire planet, controlling the military and industrial systems of the planet and several nearby star sectors. Gradually, we'll replace them with our own people. Then we'll throw those unarmored recruits still in training into those worlds, along with those newly trained apothecaries, to practice on Mortal patients first.”

Finally, he turned to look at everyone and said, "When the time comes, we'll just add up our 1000-strong battle group, the mortal command group, the star sector patrol team, the world maintenance team, the training regiment, and all sorts of other groups and squads. That'll be a force of tens of thousands. Let's see who dares to mess with us then!"

Seeing the excited expressions on everyone's faces, Tie Hui immediately straightened up, patted his chest forcefully, pointed to the heart-shaped red five-pointed star, and loudly proclaimed, "This is the Emperor's order! For the sake of our human civilization!"

The crowd cried out, "By the Emperor! May humanity prosper forever!"

……

After the meeting, everyone began to execute their respective plans in earnest. They even generously paid for the repairs requested by the Turaheron Forge World.

This completely astonished the Great Sage Yuramirs. When did these stingy canned goods become so generous?
In the past, even if they could pay in the end, they would have to haggle hard for a year or two to get a better price. Now it's so quick.
This made him wonder if he had been tricked. He even started ordering his men to carefully check the authenticity of every Throne Coin.

But when her subordinates, who had finished inspecting everything, reported that it was all true, she was even more astonished, and even began to suspect that these canned goods were up to no good.

However, when they received confirmation that one of the two warbands in the entire Ghoul Starfield had lost almost half its strength, they were shocked to learn that...

Then it all became clear; no wonder he was in such a hurry to go back and develop.

But this news immediately triggered a sense of crisis within her, especially when she received information that the chaotic forces within the Eye of Fear and the Black Legion were gathering and showing signs of advancing towards this place.

She was filled with unease, and looking at the large sum of money that had just been deposited into the treasury, she gritted her teeth and waved her hand dismissively.

Damn it! Expand the Christian Guard!

At a single command, the entire Turaheron forge world erupted in celebration, as if it were New Year's Day. All factories were operating at full capacity, producing all sorts of weapons like dumplings.

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Man-Eating Shark Band

Tiberius looked at the Astartes warband, which now numbered only about 700.

I felt a pang of heartache for a moment!

The reserve troops that had been secretly amassed over nearly ten thousand years were completely wiped out in this one wave.

Even several warships were lost, but fortunately, as a ship-based battle group, their battle barge, the Monastery Nicol, did not suffer significant damage.

The ancient ruins and the treasures they unearthed within the warband were all safely stored in the Relic Vault, which contained an abundance of amazing items.

There are items like the power sword from the Great Crusade era, the Chaos Space Marine skull trophy, and even genetic samples recovered from the Terran mothership. But the best of all is the Void Scythe Chainsaw, forged by the Primarch Korax of the Ravenguard. Its greatest strength lies in the warp crystals embedded in its serrated blades, allowing it to easily tear through the veil of reality.

Furthermore, within it lie gene seeds accumulated over generations by their warband, seeds that have yet to be adapted. Rumor has it that at least half of these should be paid as gene tax to the Empire!

Now that the alliance has been established, everyone has benefited. Therefore, it's unacceptable to simply take the benefits without taking any responsibility.

Tiberius has ordered a large-scale military buildup. Now they need to find a planetary world that is close to the Imperial frontier but still maintains connections with the Imperial interior.

They need to take over there!
They obtain grey taxes, recruits, daily supplies and resupply for the warband, and most importantly, a development base that allows them to steadily produce troops.

"Move out! Take the planet below! It will serve as our chapter's base of operations!" Tiberius gave the order, and hundreds of Astartes sprang into action, entering the drop pods.

At this moment, the commanders at the planet's starport, who had been living a life of debauchery for over a hundred years, were shirtless. Some were straightening up from women's bellies, while others were staggering to their feet from a pile of drunken people. They all stared blankly as Thunderhawk gunboats poured out from these terrifying warships and headed towards them.

The airdrop pod smashed the Gothic dome of the upper church in the hive capital with a deafening roar, crashing onto the bustling streets where people were enjoying their aristocratic lives.

The Astartes of the Shark Legion stepped out from among them, holding a bomb gun, but they did not attack immediately.

Instead, using a large megaphone temporarily attached to his shoulder, he shouted in Gothic, "Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately! The Imperial Shark Legion is now in charge of this world! Please do not..."

Before the raid, the Astartes of the Shark Legion thought it would be the same as usual: a bunch of shooting and destruction, followed by looting what they needed or people before leaving.

But who could have imagined that their chapter commander would forbid them from doing so? The reason was that they needed this world to become their home planet.

It can't really be called a home planet; to be precise, it should be called a development base!
After all, their inherently free-spirited and nomadic nature is ingrained in their genes and cannot be changed. Therefore, asking them to develop a planet is truly asking too much of them.

Of course, this also has its advantages, so the Astartes in the chapter, after arriving in this world, planned to suppress the enemy by force. And they did not intend to kill everyone they saw.

After all, this world will be one of their logistical supply bases in the future, so they can't afford to ruin the industrial equipment, factories, and skilled workers on it.

Even the smallest loss diminishes the strength of their future battle group.

Of course, that excludes the good-for-nothing among the nobles!
……

(End of this chapter)