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Heroes as awesome as these are the ones the empire exploits the most.

In the original timeline, he should have been admitted to the ICU nine times.

As a Space Marine, what kind of things does Marius Calgar actually fight?

Hive Lord, Hive Tyrant, Necromancer Skull Lord, Demon Prince, and even Abaddon, the invincible Chaos Warmaster blessed by the Four Gods!

Apart from Dun's strength, which is questionable, the others are all formidable individuals who might be able to give the Primarch a run for his money under certain circumstances.

Despite his impressive record of being severely injured when facing these opponents, Calgardo always managed to survive from dire situations, earning him the affectionate nickname "ICU God of War" from his fans.

Now, young Karga, who has never suffered a serious injury and has had a smooth journey, is full of fighting spirit. After all, he is the luckiest chapter leader in ten thousand years.

He rose from a slave to a Space Marine, then a squad leader, a company commander, and finally a Chapter Commander of the Ultramarines. Before his excitement had even subsided, his Primarch father awakened.

With the affirmation of his genetic father, an even grander and greater mission awaits the Calgary lad, making him even more determined to fight!

Lancelot nodded affirmatively: "The Primarch trusts your judgment, Chapter Master Calgar. He actually mentioned to me privately that you are the finest Ultramariner he has ever seen!"

Lancelot poured a mouthful of chicken soup into Calgary's mouth, instantly making the young chapter commander's blood boil, and he couldn't wait to charge into the enemy ranks and kill the enemy generals.

Lancelot acknowledged his spirit but cautioned him that the Chapter Master's job was to coordinate the affairs of the entire Chapter and not to act impulsively. However, Lancelot then told him about the Primitive Forging, which would allow the original Space Marines to be upgraded into more powerful beings.

Calga readily accepted, and the nuclear-powered young man then enthusiastically threw himself into the construction of the Great Alteramar for the Primarch Project.

Lancelot then left Altramor.

He used spatial coordinates to arrive at Boko, the planet now granted to the Weeping Ones by the Highlord Council.

Thanks to the White Scars and the subsequent reinforcements from the Ultramarines, the green-skinned orcs on this planet were largely wiped out during the Weeping Ones' recruit training. The Mechanicus also returned to begin restoring some of the planet's infrastructure.

but.

Due to the rampage of the orcs, the development of mineral resources on this planet has not started so quickly. In addition, the new residents of Boko are people who escaped from the slave revolution against the orcs' mining, so they are unwilling to go into those dark mines and work themselves to the bone again.

The Weepers were unwilling to see the people of the Empire they protected return to their former lives, and before leaving, Lancelot left them with the extraordinary creation of an automated environmental modification and farming machine.

Even after Lancelot left, the Weeping Ones did not worship it as a sacred object, but rather used it as a donkey to pull a millstone.

Around the fortress, through tireless reclamation day and night, the weeping men cleared enough land for almost every able-bodied mortal to cultivate.

In the fields, the crops cultivated according to the environment of Bokostar are growing well. Every new citizen of Bokostar has been allocated a plot of land, and from a distance, everyone can be seen working diligently.

"If that's the case, we could bring some vegetable seeds from other worlds to this place."

Lancelot thought to himself.

The ability of automated tillers to cultivate land is actually secondary; their most crucial function lies in their ability to improve seeds to adapt to the local environment.

Farming is a tradition of the ancient Terran farmers. However, the Empire's territory is so vast, and most of its worlds are severely unbalanced. Without some advanced technology, it would be impossible to support the Empire's massive population.

In addition, the decline of imperial technology meant that the originally critical issue of people's livelihood could be abandoned in the face of other problems. Furthermore, the Mechanicus, who were in charge of planetary terraforming, did not consider any native animals at all, and the factories on most of the planets they destroyed did not take environmental pollution into account.

Agritourism can only achieve self-sufficiency on some smaller planets, and the empire's poor welfare system is simply unacceptable to Lancelot.

In some prosperous urban worlds occupied by humans, the lower-class residents still only have to eat things like energy gels and corpse starch. It's not that they can't make them delicious, but the upper-class people insist on making the food bland and tasteless.

The reason given was ridiculous: fear of being corrupted by Chaos. But if simply eating delicious food would attract the attention of Slaanesh, then every single one of the empire's nobles would have to be dragged out and shot.

Only by gradually improving the lives of the lower classes and making them feel that the empire of faith has a future can we prevent them from falling into chaos.

However, there is still a long way to go on this road.

As Lancelot thought this, he emerged from the shadows of the mist. Meanwhile, in the fields of mortals, armed weeping men stood guard, watching out for any remaining orcs on the planet who might attack the fortress, protecting the mortals who were working in the fields.

Their tactical goggles swept across the scene before them, and they quickly spotted Lancelot. Upon seeing the familiar black-armored figure in the distance, the Weeping Ones couldn't help but shout out loud!

"Elder Lancelot!"

Upon hearing this, all the farmers couldn't help but raise their heads in excitement.

Around the campfire at night, some of the Weeping Recruits would return to their families and mortal friends, sharing their insights from their time in the warband.

They repeatedly mentioned that Elder Lancelot was the hope for saving the empire.

Under such influence, Lancelot's status in everyone's hearts naturally rose. However, out of respect for the elder, they dared not do anything too extreme, otherwise they would have already staged a scene of clapping and jumping up to welcome him.

Seeing these formerly emaciated people of the Empire gradually recovering and regaining their health, Lancelot's emotions eased. He felt that his previous struggles had been worthwhile, and so he waved slightly, saying, "Children, I'm back."

Lancelot walked towards them with a smile, and took the opportunity to inspect the growth of the crops. He could see that the crops in almost every field were growing in a model and standard manner.

"The crops are growing very well. Is there anyone among you who is an expert in this field?"

"No, sir! This is all thanks to the technological creation you gave us. The improved seeds even specify that they only need to be watered at specific times."

"Furthermore, the technical sergeant also discovered that ordinary seeds can be modified into specialized companion crops, which can not only increase soil fertility but also prevent pests, and the operation is extremely convenient."

"That's really great!"

Upon hearing this, Lancelot understood. It truly lived up to its reputation as a farming toy from the Dark Ages—its operation was incredibly simple! If that was the case, perhaps it would provide a driving force for his future farming plans!