Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Chapter 137 The Allure of Human Union Technology

The door to the command center was slowly pushed open, and Anna stepped inside, reporting, "Commander, Guilliman intends to continue forward based on the captured navigation signals."

Her expression was grave, and her tone carried a hint of worry: "In my opinion, doing this is too risky. This signal is most likely a decoy deliberately placed by the enemy. If we follow the signal's course, we could very well fall into their ambush. Once we deviate from the planned route, we could be attacked suddenly and fiercely at any time."

With a slight smile on his face, Fang Yun looked at Anna and slowly said, "Anna, you are now able to think like a real commander."

Fang Yun, however, was perfectly clear-headed. He knew for certain that this was not Terra's Starlight, but Magnus's conspiracy. The Crimson King had already led his army to ambush at the exit of the Web Tunnel, waiting for Guilliman's legions to step into the trap.

This is the original storyline, entirely a conspiracy by the four Chaos Gods against Guilliman.

Now, the original Warhammer storyline has been completely disrupted by Fang Yun's intervention, the established trajectory has been completely deviated from, and other variables may arise in the future.

Because now, the thorn in the side of the four Chaos Gods is probably not Guilliman anymore, but more likely Fang Yun.

Anna looked curious and asked softly, "Commander, you don't seem worried about our current situation at all."

Fang Yun calmly replied, "Worrying won't change the situation."

"Anna, Vess, Ellaria, each of you tell me, what is our greatest threat right now?"

After a moment's thought, Aina replied, "Attacks? The frequency of attacks is increasing; there have been dozens of attacks so far."

"Warspace storm? Could it cause the fleet to be scattered?" Both Vess and Elaria are Eldar, and are most sensitive to fluctuations in the warp.

After the two answered first, she was reminded, and Anna seemed to suddenly understand: "We can't locate the real space! We've lost our coordinates, lost our way, and can only wander aimlessly in the network and the subspace."

"Both are correct! But Anna's point is more crucial!" Fang Yun nodded.

"The universe is too vast, and we are caught in the vortex of the Great Rift."

"For Guilliman, the most challenging aspect is the endless wandering in the warp. This wandering may last for years..."

He simply cannot afford such a drain over decades, or even centuries.

"If a suitable landing site cannot be found in the warp, one may fall directly into the vast void, unable to find a habitable planet within tens of light-years. Moreover, the barriers of the warp are inherently difficult to breach."

"So right now, our biggest problem is that we can't pinpoint the actual coordinates. Whether this navigation signal is real or fake, we can treat it as a decoy for now."

"I think Guilliman thinks the same way I do. Regardless of whether the other side has set up an ambush, leaving the network is a choice we have to make."

Fang Yun's words inspired everyone present.

"We are not afraid of attacks. We have two Primarchs in command, tens of thousands of Astartes, and the support of the Allied Forces. Most importantly, our Commander is still here." Anna suddenly realized that with her quick thinking, she could easily understand the implications.

"No matter what kind of ambush they've set, since it's a Star Torch disguised as Terra, it must have precise real-world coordinates. As long as we can break through successfully, regardless of whether the process is right or wrong, we can get back on the correct course."

What she lacked was simply experience and practice. At this moment, she stood quietly to the side, silently reviewing her thought process and pondering where she had overlooked something.

Guilliman led the fleet onward, heading toward the ever-blinking psionic beacon in the warp—the sacred Terra he so desperately desired.

"Future attacks are just the norm."

Just as Anna was lost in thought, Serafina slowly walked up to her with a plate of fruit, gently handed it to her, and said softly, "Here you go."

Anna looked up in surprise at Serafina and quickly said, "Thank you."

This gratitude is not based on a plate of fruit, but on heartfelt thanks to Serafina for serving as a vessel for psionic energy.

After a pause, Anna looked at her and said solemnly, "The psychic circuits within you have been fully established. You must make good use of this sacred psychic energy; you are a person blessed by divine power."

Golden psionic energy shaped and formed in Anna's palm, and Anna's status was far higher than hers.

Although she was well-liked by Fang Yun, the difference in their social standing couldn't be bridged by a few visits. Most importantly, it was Anna's gaze that mattered.

Serafina's gaze toward Anna changed, because she realized that Anna seemed to be the same kind of person as her.

What kind of person is he?

A devout believer!

No wonder… Serafina lowered her head, her face flushed, and nodded.

"Anna, the gift for the Battle Sister is ready. Go and take care of it."

"Aina, go contact Celestine and lead all the battle nuns to the storage area!"

Fang Yun paused for a moment, then continued, "Bring those new female recruits along too."

"Should we bring the newly recruited nuns along too?" Aina looked blank, then Serafina tugged at her hand, signaling her not to question it.

Regaining her senses, Aina immediately obeyed: "Yes, Commander."

Aina turned and said, "Serafina, come with me!"

Serafina was slightly taken aback and looked at Fang Yun.

At this moment, Fang Yun nodded and said, "Go."

Celestine followed Anna to the Eldar warship's storage center.

Here are neatly arranged rows of futuristic-looking metal boxes.

A dense mass of tiny figures emerged from the stargate, carrying metal boxes; Annie was in charge here.

There were a lot of them. The Eldar's warships weren't very big. Although they were over a thousand meters long, they were too small compared to the amount of supplies in front of them.

Mountains of metal boxes.

They were piled up around the stargate.

Besides those metal boxes, there were also one after another machines resembling worktables.

As the light flashed, Annie directed the final installation of the equipment.

"Sister, I'm exhausted, everything's ready."

"I'm leaving all of this to you; I'm getting ready to head back!"

Serafina asked with a puzzled look, "What are these—"

Anna gently stroked the metal box, her gaze seemingly piercing through the very essence of the metal: "This equipment was specially crafted by our Human Alliance for your combat nuns."

Serafina stared in astonishment at the neatly stacked equipment boxes in front of her.

"Wait—are these for us?"

Anna nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said, "When you asked my Lord two days ago, the Commander already informed me, and that's when I began designing equipment suitable for you nuns."

"Then why send the new recruit nun?"

"I've prepared something for them too." Anna's words made Serafina's eyes widen.

"The quantity is approximately two thousand sets. Your combat nuns have undergone one replenishment, so the number should be just right."

Serafina's mouth involuntarily widened: "But it's only been three days."

"Actually, it took two days to design this equipment, and the rest of the time was spent on its complete manufacturing and production."

"Are you underestimating the productivity of our Human Rights Alliance? We're not heavy power armor!"

All the battle nuns had gathered in the storage cabin, and Fang Yun walked over slowly, his gaze falling directly on Celestine.

Celestine flew to Fang Yun, knelt on one knee, her beautiful face filled with piety: "My lord, are you satisfied with Serafina?"

"This is a gift for your battle nun. It's related to her, and at least it will provide better protection for your own people."

With a faint smile on her face and a posture as dignified as a perfect saint, Celestine replied softly, "This is a gift from my Lord."

She viewed Fang Yun's sudden arrangement as an affirmation of her actions.

Using rituals that should have been performed to win the favor of those who believe in the faith is what a battle nun should do.

Now, the fact that one's own believers have bestowed upon them protective gear further validates Celestine's judgment.

"This is what you deserve."

Anna instructed, "Seraphina, place your hands on the equipment box."

Serafina did as instructed, placing her hand on the box. The next moment, the box instantly disintegrated, countless metal parts rapidly unfolding, and laser beams swept across her body. Before Serafina could react, these mechanical components precisely attached themselves to her body, covering her entire form in an instant.

"You can change the color and decoration of your armor at will."

"Due to time constraints, we will replace it with a better model for you in the future."

"This is a lightweight power armor made of shape memory metal and plastic steel."

Fang Yun said, "I remember, the Empire also has plastic steel."

"We've tested the Imperial's plastic steel. In terms of weight, the Imperial's plastic steel is heavier, but in terms of defense, our plastic steel is two to three times stronger."

"If it's a refined product, that is, armor custom-made for you, its strength can be five times greater or even more."

Anna, in the most ordinary tone, recounted the despairing differences in materials science.

"How is this possible?" Serafina exclaimed incredulously.

"This is the gift of our Lord, the Lord to whom we swear allegiance and wear our garments!" Celestine spread his wings and soared into the sky, golden holy light blooming in the heavens.

The group of fighting nuns immediately knelt down and prayed.

"Worship the emperor, not me."

Fang Yun quickly added a sentence to remind these fanatical believers, fearing that these fighting nuns had worshipped the wrong people.

"besides!"

"I am not a god."

Hearing that familiar phrase from ancient texts uttered by Fang Yun, Celestine's gaze became even more devout and tender.

Fang Yun did not doubt the piety of the battle nuns, but he believed that these battle nuns would not change their faith, at most because the emperor was loyal enough to him.

As the regent, Aina was the first to receive the armor, and after putting it on, she felt somewhat relieved.

Seeing this, Anna asked softly, "Do you feel that the confusion in your mind has lessened a bit?"

Aina nodded repeatedly, somewhat excited: "I feel much better now, instead of the dizziness I was feeling."

Serafina was somewhat puzzled; she didn't have the feeling that Aina had described.

"You are blessed, but you cannot feel it."

"The chaos interference cannot be completely eradicated, but it can be forcibly isolated by the armor. There is an absolute domain inside, so as long as you are wearing this armor, the chaos energy of the subspace will no longer be able to cause fatal damage to you."

In the ensuing battle, the combat nuns' combat parameters soared, and their outstanding performance instantly attracted the attention of all the chapter commanders present. They keenly noticed that the combat nuns' equipment had undergone subtle yet crucial changes.

In the past, the nuns wore heavy, bulky power armor in the Imperial style, which inevitably restricted their movement. But now, they have all changed into light and agile Human Union equipment, and their figures are nimble, moving freely on the battlefield. Their combat power is completely different from before.

"These nuns, are they new recruits from Planet Koss?"

"Their combat strength is no weaker than ours! They've already reached the level of high-ranking nuns!"

"High-ranking nuns are among the very few nuns, one in a million!"

Battle nuns are selected from among thousands, and they must go through countless battles to become stronger before they can become high-ranking nuns, which is comparable to Astartes.

The promotion of a nun is much more difficult than that of an Astartes, because a nun is still a blank human being, while an Astartes is a cyborg who has undergone 19 surgeries.

The starting points were completely different.

Battle nuns possess unwavering loyalty and faith, and their fighting style is extremely aggressive. However, their past limitations have rendered them somewhat ineffective in high-intensity battlefields. Even so, they remain among the most elite of all conventional human armies.

At this moment, the nun, dressed in Human Union equipment, possessed combat power comparable to that of an Astartes monk.

Guilliman looked down at the heavy battle damage report in his hand, his knuckles unconsciously tightening slightly, his face solemn. But when his gaze fell on the Weeping Legion column, his expression suddenly changed.

"The Lamenters' Chapter suffered the fewest losses of all units, even though they faced Forgrim's direct ambush."

Calgar beside him responded in a deep voice, his tone full of approval: "Because the Weeping Chapter's combat power has been greatly enhanced by the Human Alliance's technology, its warship defense and individual soldier adaptability far exceed those of ordinary chapters. This is why it was able to maximize the preservation of warships and personnel and achieve extremely low casualties during the surprise attack by the Traitor Primarch and the Chaos Fleet."

Guilliman frowned deeply, his gaze fixed on the data in the report, his tone growing increasingly grave: "In contrast, our other chapters, even without directly confronting the main force of the Chaos Demons, have still suffered massive losses from the ramming of the Chaos fleet. The scale of their casualties is several times, even ten times, that of the Weeping Chapter."

If Bruce hadn't forcefully intervened and driven back all the demons, even with the warships severely damaged, his soldiers would have certainly suffered a large-scale massacre.

Since the start of their campaign, the Lamenters have lost only a few dozen Astartes, a remarkable achievement in the desperate battles of the Warp.

Gazing at the stark contrast in battle damage, and considering the horrific consequences without Bruce's intervention, Guilliman was plunged into deep self-doubt. He couldn't help but repeatedly ask himself: if he had set aside his reservations about the Human Alliance and engaged in deeper cooperation earlier, using their advanced technology to strengthen the armor of all warships and enhance the fleet's defense and combat capabilities, could he have significantly reduced the number of ships destroyed and avoided the devastating loss of those two-tenths of his fleet?

"Is this the Battle Nun's combat data?"

Looking at the battlefield briefing from the combat nuns handed to him by Calgar, Guilliman clearly realized that their tactical roles on various battlefields had undergone a complete transformation.

"The Battle Nun has used Humanitarian Alliance's technological equipment!"

Countless thoughts surged in his mind, and his originally firm beliefs were now stirred by the terrible battle damage and stark contrast.