Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 225 Prosperity and Glory
The Glory Queen-class battleship is in very poor condition.

The side armor was penetrated in many places, exposing the damaged multi-layered deck, with countless visible damages.

The airtight doors in the damaged area were tightly closed to prevent secondary damage caused by decompression of the spacecraft.
Sparks flew in space, and some of the severely damaged warships suffered destructive explosions as they left subspace.

The aid ships waiting by the stargate immediately surrounded the warship and sprayed gel to extinguish the fire and help reduce the damage.

More warships subsequently emerged from the stargate, including the Royal Majesty and the Nur ship, both of which were damaged and their fleet composition was clearly incomplete.

Witnessing such a horrific scene, countless people gasped in horror.

The two Primarchs returned simultaneously, and both massive fleets suffered severe damage. The specific details of the battle are hard to guess, but the general situation is somewhat clear.

Judging from the damage to the warships, the two fleets were on the same battlefield, facing the same enemy!
Many people started to wonder what kind of war it was that required two Primarchs to join forces and even pay such a high price.
It's important to understand that risk often comes with opportunity.

A war of this scale would conquer vast star sectors brimming with entirely new benefits.

Wandering merchants and vagrants travel for profit, and they will not give up any new world.

Terrifying aliens? When the benefits outweigh the risks, aliens are no longer scary.

Within the merchant ronin family, there are many patriarchs with keen business sense who feel they must seize the opportunity to gain more benefits for the family.

Some people, after careful consideration, felt that it was not the right time to act.

The fact that so little information has been released from the Empire regarding a war of this scale indicates that the adversary is very powerful.

The fact that the empire is suppressing the news indicates that the situation is not optimistic, and the people must not be allowed to feel fear.

Some saw opportunity in the war, while others sensed crisis.

Humans are inherently complex; when faced with the same external factors, their thoughts can differ drastically.

Regardless of their intentions, the sheer size of the fleet as it sailed out of the stargate was awe-inspiring.

Many traveling merchants and wanderers became fearful.

As astute businesspeople, information is the most important source of income and the family's most valuable asset.

Whether they are enemies or allies, the information provided by the traveling merchants is extremely accurate.

After comparing the information from the Empire and Nur, the merchants were horrified to discover that nearly half of the Primarch fleet's personnel were missing.

Within the communication channel, wandering merchants whispered among themselves—restraint, control, impulsiveness, madness.

The mere appearance of the fleet caused a huge uproar.

Nur doesn't care what the traveling merchants think.

The First Fleet arrived in the Gateway System, and the Royal Majesty connected to the quantum network, allowing all data to be shared immediately.

A large number of tugboats flew out from the portal world starport, towing the Space Wolf ships and helping the fleet dock at the starport.

The once bustling Gateway Galaxy has become even more crowded with ships due to the arrival of the Space Wolf Fleet.

The First Fleet continued forward, leaving the Gateway System and heading towards the core region of the Nur Cluster.

The Space Wolf ship, accompanied only by the Herafunkel, traveled to the Nur Core World.

"The prosperity here surpasses even that of the solar system." Ruth stood at the porthole of the Royal Majesty's bridge, looking at the prosperous star system that the ship was passing by, his beastly eyes revealing rare admiration.

His words came from the heart, moved by the scene before him.

Above the massive stargate, fleets of all sizes were neatly arranged, adhering to traffic rules and fully loaded with cargo as they departed the star system.

At the upper level of the stargate, cargo ships towed cargo holds at the rear, bringing various supplies to exchange for goods with the Nur constellation.

The ship has two levels, and entry and exit are orderly. Every minute, hundreds of ships depart or arrive.

Not far from the stargate, there are two mushroom-shaped starports, hundreds of kilometers in diameter and at least three thousand kilometers in height.

Although they have the same style, their specific functions are quite different.

Visible to the naked eye, a starport was used for the trade of goods, with countless merchant ships docked there loading and unloading supplies.

The other one was rather deserted, but it was filled with weapons and had a large number of warships of different types docked there.

The wrecked fleet of Space Wolves is being guided by tugboats from the military starport and is gradually docking at the starport for repairs.

In the central region of the star system, there are numerous large space stations, their decks inscribed with various emblems, clearly the void settlements of wandering merchants.

Russ saw the magnificent scene reflected in his eyes, exclaimed in admiration, and was deeply impressed by the prosperity of the Nur stars.

Although it's busy here, everything is in good order.

The administrators used enlightened methods to transform an ordinary star system into an important economic exchange zone.

"This place is completely different from before I left," Doom exclaimed, marveling at the Portal World's explosive growth. In his initial plans, the Portal system's primary mission was to serve as a communication hub with the Empire.

Unexpectedly, the arrival of merchants brought prosperity to a desolate galaxy.

He tapped the porthole lightly, and a series of data appeared on the floor-to-ceiling window, the flashing data astonishing the two Primarchs.

The portal system currently has six planets, including the portal world exclusive to Nur and the world that divides the empire.

In the other four worlds, land prices have been driven to unbelievably high levels.

Nur has always been very cautious in opening up the world's land, resulting in the current situation where every inch of land is extremely valuable.

Every inch of land is precious. In the Portal Galaxy, this idiom isn't an adjective; it describes a fact.

"Does this data mean that the value of an undeveloped world exceeds that of ten fully-fledged war fleets?"

Ruth's face contorted, his eyes bloodshot, and he stared at the data, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

He looked out the porthole at the four worlds orbiting the star within the galaxy, his eyes seeming to spit fire.

It was as if forty fully-fledged fleets were floating in the void, constantly beckoning to him.

As is well known, the Empire divides its fleets into three categories: war fleets, transport fleets, and civilian fleets.

War fleets also differed, being divided into conquest fleets and patrol fleets. Transport fleets were responsible for transporting war materials or tax revenue.

The civilian fleet is composed of a variety of ships, including a large number of transport ships as well as various warships.

A fully-fledged war fleet requires at least ten capital ships, no fewer than a hundred combat vessels, and numerous support fleets.

Ruth's greed was on full display; his eyes burned with an intense fervor, as if he were witnessing endless wealth.

He couldn't understand how four unexplored worlds could surpass the entirety of Space Wolf's resources.

It's important to understand that the current size of the Space Wolves' fleet was achieved through the bloodshed of the wolf pack.

“My lord, it’s not like that,” Sophia appeared beside the two, bowed slightly, and explained to Russ, “If Nur is willing to sell, the actual transaction price will double.”

Upon hearing this, Russ's expression froze, his nostrils flared, and his breathing became more rapid. He seemed to see eighty or even a hundred fleets silently floating in the void.

For the first time, he looked at Doom beside him and had a direct sense of his brother's wealth.

If Fenris were worth a hundred fleets, he estimated he would be tempted to sell Fenris as a package deal.

Doom felt the burning gaze on him. He didn't dare to respond and could only awkwardly scratch his face, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

The current situation is beyond his expectations.

The human race has amazing potential in every aspect, and he seriously underestimated the prosperity brought about by commerce.

Within the portal galaxy, all worlds belong to Nur.

The portal world is the core of Nur's management, receiving tens of millions of settlement requests every day.

The world divided into empires is slightly smaller than Terra, and due to its different governance, it has become an overcrowded hive city.

In the short time since establishing diplomatic relations with the Empire, a hive city covering the entire continent has been built there, with its tallest spire extending into the atmosphere.

The total population that has migrated from the Empire world has exceeded 50 billion.

The most interesting thing is that although the population is large, the number of people living in poverty is very small.

The settlement of numerous descendants of imperial nobles, and even nobles within the empire, brought prosperity to the world.

Due to the demands of the imperial nobility, numerous entertainment facilities were established around the world to attract noble tourists from all over the empire.

Doom was increasingly astonished: a world with 50 billion people could escape poverty solely through tourism, and its planetary governor was a true genius in governance.

Most incredibly, the imperial world pays double the tithes.

Terra submitted one copy, and Nur submitted another copy.

Shaking his head, Doom gave it a cursory glance and then glossed over these worldly matters.

He continued scrolling down, his brow furrowed, a hint of displeasure on his face.

In the Gateway Galaxy's space system, the Martian Mechanicus purchased an independent space at an exorbitant price and established a Mechanicus space station.

Although they were governed by Nur law and did not pry into Nur's technological secrets, their behavior still displeased Doom.

The Mechanics Church opened shops on the space station, selling goods from Mars.

Doom narrowed his eyes and asked Sophia, "What's going on?"

(End of this chapter)