Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Reconstruction begins in Chapter 84.

Tiberos sat in the luxurious and spacious chair of the governor's mansion, looking at the information about this planet and the surrounding star system that had been collected and presented by the mortal auxiliary army.

The planet's governor, along with a group of high-ranking nobles and state priests, could only stand on either side, bowing slightly, silently awaiting the final verdict.

The planetary governor, in particular, was drenched in sweat. His round, fat body rippled like water being touched by a dragonfly.

"According to reliable sources, this world has been invaded by aliens! And according to reliable intelligence, you have engaged in transactions with the aliens!" Tiberos patiently read through all the intelligence information regarding the industrial population's productivity on the planet.

Without even glancing at them, he casually offered an excuse. Just as he was about to get up and leave, the planetary governor suddenly knelt down, his voice trembling as he said, "My lord! Please see the truth! In this ghoul star system, we are not receiving our supplies on time. That's why we've been trading with those aliens for the necessities for our survival. We..."

The planetary governor was still rambling on, but Tiberius didn't even listen and walked straight out of the governor's mansion.

"Draft a list and find out which of the current administrators on this planet still have any ability?" He coldly pronounced the fate of almost 99% of the planet's nobles.

Upon receiving the news, the mortal auxiliary troops following behind performed the Eagle Salute and then dispersed in all directions to begin gathering manpower and preparing for action.

A person slowly walked to the balcony, gazing at the luxurious balcony railing adorned with intricate carvings and paintings. They gently placed their hands on it, pressing down on the railing until it cracked, causing fine pebbles and dust to fall from it.

He was somewhat troubled because, for them, their warband was a nomadic warband, and they didn't have much experience in planetary governance.

Now, he even wants to go to the Ultramarines' gene bank and get some gene seeds. After all, the Ultramarines' operations and management are famous throughout the entire galaxy.

He watched the occasional explosions, sporadic gunshots, and rising smoke from within the capital in the distance. After a sigh, he put the matter out of his mind.

First, get the basics sorted out here, and then let Iron Glory see if the Emperor can assign a few Ultra Warriors to manage their logistics.

Otherwise, once there are many planets, they will be managing numerous logistical bases, facing attacks from Chaos and Xenomorphs, and carrying out the Emperor's orders to patrol the frontiers.

This is simply too much for them to handle!

Meanwhile, inside the governor's mansion behind him, several Astartes from the Shark Devourer Legion and a dozen or so mortal auxiliary soldiers carrying weapons were checking the list one by one, "nodding" to the nobles who were kneeling on the ground with their hands behind their heads!
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After the Ash Claws Chapter concluded its meeting, Hart Nef convened a major meeting with all the company commanders and clerics.

Then, changes occurred in some habitable areas of their homeworld, Atagatis.

In particular, the worlds around them, which they forcibly subjugated through force, were the starting point for a revolutionary industrial revolution.

The most notable example is the planet Okades, where they once released a genetic virus, forcing its native inhabitants to become cyborg servants.

Despite the changes over thousands of years, their relationship with mortals has greatly improved, and they are now full of warmth and gentleness towards them.

But that only applies to their own people. For anyone who does not submit to them or dares to rebel, they often use extremely cruel methods, such as on the planet Okades.

Although thousands of years have passed in this world, the planets around it that have submitted to the Ash Claws have never forgotten this event.

However, because their homeworld is located deep within the desolate stars of the entire Ghoul Starfield, they also suffer from a lack of the resources they need.

Even more serious is that their homeland is covered by radiation-laden deserts and toxic swamps. This also hinders their industrial development.

Hart Neff, seeing the messages pouring in from all sides, thought of Iron Glory's ability to communicate with the Emperor. So he put the matter aside and decided to hand it over to Iron Glory when he met him.

Today, their battle group is no small fry. After tens of thousands of years of development, they have over 4000 Astartes warriors and a vast arsenal of genetic seeds buried deep within some hidden, desolate planets.

With over 40 warships, including four battleships, their terrifying combat power made them one of the dominant forces dominating the entire Ghoul Star System.

Now, these various combat forces and armories are slowly being opened, and new recruits are being selected and tested on various planets.

They're about to start mass-producing troops like crazy; after all, they're not loyal to the Empire. They can produce as many troops as they want, and the Empire can't stop them.

Even in subsequent discussions, the brothers from the other battle groups were discussing whether to put some of the trained new recruits into their battle groups in order to avoid being detected by the Empire openly.

Hart Neff stood on the porthole gallery of the Lost Eagle's Nest in the fortress monastery, gazing at the planet below. In a few days, recruits selected from various planets would arrive here for their final selection.

Their battle group will then experience a terrifying expansion!

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Black Sanctuary—Opalia Expeditionary Force
Also known as the Opalia Crusaders, their strategic mission was to clear the aliens from the Ghoul Starfield for the Empire and consolidate the stability of the Empire's borders.

The aliens eliminated included various native aliens from the Ghoul Starfield, such as the Seso Demon and the Grantor Blood Mist.

These aliens were even more dangerous and terrifying than most of the aliens that the Empire openly displayed, and at one point even surpassed Chaos in their danger.

Therefore, if it were to infiltrate the interior of the empire, it would be a disaster.

However, due to the existence of the Great Rift, they had long been cut off from the Empire. As for why they were able to make contact this time?
That's because deep within the Ghoul Starfield, the Opalia Expeditionary Force encountered the world of the Ash Claws Chapter.

Then the two sides engaged in a great battle, but in the end, the Opalia Expeditionary Force, due to insufficient strength and logistical support, had to temporarily retreat to other places to avoid the brunt of the attack.

Then the Ash Claws Chapter passed the message on to the Manhunter Chapter and the Death Ghost Chapter, who occasionally wandered around the area.

After all, these two chapters are nominally loyal to the Empire. Although they're not much different from them!

Then they made contact with each other. Adrian Malcardo had just conducted an orbital bombardment of an alien planet. They were now on the surface, rescuing and evacuating the mortals enslaved by the aliens.

Initially, when he contacted the two loyalist chapters of the Empire, he also considered contacting forces within the Empire, or rather, the Black Templar's flagship.

However, after considering their crusade's strategic role within the empire, they abandoned the idea.

Moreover, due to the separate subspace storm within the Ghoul Starfield, coupled with the even larger subspace storm that arose after the Great Rift appeared, the two superimposed each other, making communication extremely unstable and time-consuming, even though it was possible to contact the Empire.

In that case, it would be better to give up and report back when there is an opportunity to withdraw.

But who could have imagined that things would turn out so unpredictably? How did they end up joining the traitor's camp so inexplicably?

Although he wasn't a traitor, the Emperor himself had shown his power and even offered his support.

But if this were to get out, I'd be too ashamed to show my face to anyone.

Therefore, he is even less likely to take the initiative to contact the Empire now.

Looking around at the ancient human settlements and city buildings that had been transformed in various ways by the aliens, he sighed, "Let's set the first world here!"

The company commanders at the rear were taken aback, about to say something but he stopped them. "We can't keep wandering forever. We need a stable place eventually, and this is also a way to expand the empire's territory! Now that we've joined the alliance, we need a stable place to resupply us even more!"

The pastor next to him walked over and said, "But there's a shortage of supplies here!"

He nodded and casually said, "I'll think about it. Let's tidy up this place first."

He planned to pass this matter on to Tie Hui, after all, that guy was the Emperor's Chosen.

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Meanwhile, the Fiery Angels strike cruiser, which had just emerged from the warp and returned to the real universe, was already badly damaged and riddled with wounds.

The few surviving Astartes standing on the bridge, upon seeing the distant starport, even felt a pang of sadness and an urge to burst into tears.

Damn, I'm finally back!
With that, he directed the remaining mortals to hurry into the starport; they were to report the news to the Empire so that the Regent could provide them with support and supplies to help them rebuild their warband!
Now, their Blood Angels Legion is down to just a few intact members, and dozens of crippled members preparing to join the Fearless.

At this moment, Regent Guilliman had a furrowed brow.

Even as a Primarch, he felt a headache coming on. A great battle had broken out in the Ghoul Starfield, and four Chaos Primarchs, his former brothers, had appeared.

Furthermore, one of the publicly known loyalist factions has suffered more than half its losses, and another is nearly wiped out. Moreover, the Chaos Forces fleet within the Eye of Terror, the Black Legion, is gathering and preparing to advance towards the Ghoul Starfield.

These are turbulent times.

The entire defensive deployment was disrupted in an instant, but as a chapter who had personally experienced that war, Guilliman immediately bypassed his superiors and issued orders to nearby Forgeworlds and planets to rebuild the Seraphim Chapter. Once reconstruction was complete, they immediately proceeded to the Ghoul Starfield to reinforce the strategic defensive line.

Furthermore, they were exempted from gene taxes for 500 years, and were assured that if they could seize a habitable planet from the Chaos or the Xenomorphs, it could become their home world, if they so desired. Taxes were also waived during the initial construction phase and for 500 years after completion, and the Empire would provide assistance free of charge during the initial construction phase.

The news excited them so much that they almost broke into a striptease, but then a huge problem arose in front of them.

That means their battle group doesn't have many gene seeds in their gene seed bank at all!

The entire battle group searched high and low, including their brothers' and their own, and found only a little over 2000 gene seeds in total. Moreover, they were all different; almost every family's offspring had some. This left them somewhat bewildered!

When Guilliman received this news, his eyes lit up. He then waved his hand, and the Primitive Space Marines that Caul had already completed were quickly replenished!
As for how much to supplement, it depends on how many new recruits you can successfully breed with the last remaining gene seeds!

Moreover, during the replenishment, the Emperor even gave him a divine decree. The gist of it was that the Ghoul Starfield contained something crucial to the survival of humanity within the Empire, and that he should replenish the Starfield with more Ultramarines, Iron Warriors, and Iron Hands to build and manage strategic defenses on some defensive planets.

This surprised and excited Guilliman. The Emperor, his father, had actually given him an order. And it was just like during the Great Crusade, with the Emperor sitting in the center giving orders for various strategic operations.

This signifies that his father has regained some of his senses, and more importantly, it represents the hope that the emperor can recover and return to the empire.

This also filled him with enthusiasm, causing him to put aside most other matters and take full charge of the Seraphim Warband.

The aim was to enable them to rebuild as quickly as possible and head to the Ghoul sector to rendezvous with the other two chapters and establish a defensive line.

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The three remaining veterans of the Seraphic Angels Legion watched their wounded comrades being crammed into the Fearless afterglow. They became depressed, but the heavy and demanding tasks that followed pulled them out of their emotional turmoil.

"Governor Morofes. Although His Highness the Regent has replenished our chapter's personnel, we still need to select some outstanding children to inherit the few remaining gene seeds of our chapter." Corrafis stared intently ahead at the capable and shrewd planetary governor sitting opposite him.

As the governor of a planet located near a transportation hub in the Pacific Star System, trade and commerce here are extremely frequent. Therefore, it is also exceptionally prosperous.

This also led to the development of several surrounding star sectors. Governor Morofis naturally held the most power among these sectors. In times of crisis, he could directly control all political power within the entire sector.

This is why the selection of the governor is often directly influenced by the Terran palace. Only shrewd and capable individuals can be chosen, given the additional responsibility of building and managing the sector's defensive lines. Otherwise, selecting incompetent nobles would be a self-inflicted wound.

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(End of this chapter)