Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

The soldier nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "Yes. Within a reasonable and legal framework, I will ensure that you have appropriate participation in the management and decision-making of the planet after its reconstruction. However, all of this must be based on your full support for the reconstruction work. If anyone pretends to support it during this process, and attempts to pursue personal gain and hinder the reconstruction, I will not forgive them."

After hearing the White Scars officer's response, the nobles' expressions softened, and some nodded slightly in approval.

At this time, a wealthy nobleman dressed in brocade robes stood up and said humbly, "Your Excellency, we are willing to cooperate with the reconstruction efforts. However, the resources required are enormous, and our own reserves are limited. I wonder what specific plans you have for resource allocation? Could you offer us some support and guidance?"

The White Scars officer spoke methodically, "We've already established a star region resource allocation center, which will coordinate allocations based on the actual needs of each planet. Regarding the resource shortages you encounter during reconstruction, I'll arrange for dedicated personnel to liaise with you and assist you in developing a reasonable resource acquisition plan. Furthermore, after reconstruction, trade between the planets within your star region will be strengthened, and you can obtain the resources you need through legal trade channels."

When the nobles heard this, they all looked thoughtful.

Although there were still some doubts, the White Scars officers' firm attitude and reasonable planning made them see the feasibility and prospects of reconstruction.

Finally, the gold-robed nobleman who had initially taken the lead in raising the issue of rights stood up again and bowed slightly to the White Scars officer. "Sir, if that is the case, we are willing to fully support the planet's reconstruction efforts. We hope that under your leadership, our planet can soon return to its former prosperity."

Seeing this, the other nobles also stood up and expressed their willingness to cooperate.

The White Scars officer looked at the people in front of him and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he also knew that if he couldn't reach an agreement, he would have to kill these people. But what he needed now was to provide logistical resources to the legion quickly and swiftly, and whether these nobles could truly fulfill their promises would take time to test.

However, at least at this moment, all parties have reached a preliminary consensus and taken an important step towards the reconstruction of the planet.

Next, the White Scars officers and the nobles engaged in an in-depth discussion on the specific details of the reconstruction work.

Amidst the heated discussions, the atmosphere in the conference hall gradually changed from the initial tense confrontation to harmony and hope.

After the long and exhausting meeting, the Asian-looking Astartes looked visibly tired.

The Chogorians were straightforward by nature and always hated to be so hypocritical with others. This dealing with the nobles really exhausted him.

He would rather kill on the battlefield than do these.

"Thank you, sir. Without your efforts, this planet would have been completely destroyed by the greenskins' artillery fire and internal strife." The governor said gratefully, his eyes full of respect.

"No need to be so polite, and you don't have to call me sir. Just call me Lin Ming." Officer Lin Ming waved his hand and said sincerely.

For him, he had already recognized the person in front of him.

"Yes, Lin Ming." The Governor responded obediently. He knew very well that Lin Ming did not like excessive courtesy. A concise response was more in line with Lin Ming's service style.

At this point, although the talks were over, the reconstruction work was complicated and both men knew that there was still a lot of work to be done.

Lin Ming took a deep breath, trying to dispel the fatigue around him, and looked into the distance with a firm gaze, as if he had already outlined the blueprint for the next step of work in his mind.

Lin Ming rubbed his temples and said to the Governor, "The work ahead won't be easy. We must strike while the iron is hot and implement the matters we just discussed with the nobles as soon as possible. First, compile a detailed task list, clarifying the specific tasks and timelines for each noble. Then you can arrange personnel to oversee the implementation."

The Governor nodded and said, "Okay, Lin Ming. I'll get to it right away and try to get the list ready by tonight."

……

Chagatai stared at the report in his hand, his face darkening. "Qin Xia, half of the planets we've reclaimed have experienced rebellions. Although they've been suppressed, one of my officers was blown to pieces by the locals!"

Qin Xia, the leader of the Qiexue, frowned slightly and responded solemnly, "Sir, the problems on those planets where rebellions broke out are complex and complicated.

On the one hand, the interstellar governor and the local nobles are stirring up trouble.

These forces do not hesitate to incite the people and create chaos for their own interests.

On the other hand, some of the officers you sent out were indeed too arrogant.

When carrying out administrative affairs, they did not fully consider the local actual situation and the feelings of the people, and acted in a tough style, which aroused the dissatisfaction and resistance of the people.

They think they can solve all problems by force.

But governing a planet is completely different from leading an army to war; it requires wisdom and patience, not arrogance and tyranny!"

Chapter 314 Fearlessness and Forging

"Forget it, let's stuff that guy into the Dreadnought, at least let it make use of its remaining energy." Khan said after thinking for a moment, with a hint of regret and helplessness in his tone.

Even though only half of the body was left of the badly injured officer, Chagatai was unwilling to let him die. He hoped to use the Dreadnought to allow him to continue serving the legion.

"Which type of Dreadnought? Venus type, Contemptor type, Steel type, or Broken Steel type?" Qin Xia asked respectfully.

Different models of Dreadnoughts have their own unique capabilities and uses, and must be chosen carefully to maximize the value of the officer.

So he left the choice to the Primarch.

"Choose whichever one is available." Khan said casually. At the moment, he was more concerned about how to solve the subsequent problems caused by the planetary rebellion and did not care too much about the choice of the Dreadnought model.

"I'm asking you because I know all of them." Qin Xia explained patiently, hoping to get more specific instructions from the Khan.

After all, this concerns the officer's future role on the battlefield and cannot be taken lightly.

"Choose the best one."

The Khan responded that his injured officer deserved the best equipment and should continue to contribute to the regiment in the best possible conditions, even under such difficult circumstances.

Qin Xia nodded slightly, an idea already forming in his mind. Among the many Dreadnought models, the Contemptor Dreadnought was renowned for its powerful overall performance, both in terms of explosive power in close combat and ranged strike capability. It was undoubtedly the most suitable choice for the current situation.

"My lord, I believe the Contemptor Dreadnought is the most suitable. It is equipped with advanced weapon systems and a powerful power plant, allowing our officers to maximize their effectiveness. Its mobility and firepower will play a key role in dealing with possible future rebellions or defending against foreign invasions."

Qin Xia explained in detail to Chagatai the reasons for his choice.

Upon hearing this, Chagatai nodded slightly in approval. "Alright, we'll choose the Contemptor-type Dreadnought. Inform the technical sergeants to quickly adapt and refit them to ensure our officers can integrate smoothly and return to combat."

"Yes, sir! I'll arrange it right away." Qin Xia responded immediately and turned around to convey the Khan's instructions.

"Wait." Chagatai stopped Qin Xia, his expression full of suspicion. "I have a question. How could an Astartes officer be blown up like this in such a short time? And on an agricultural planet, on an agricultural planet, common sense shouldn't allow such powerful means of destruction."

"Sir, the local farmers on this planet have mastered controlled nuclear fusion technology." Qin Xia said with a serious expression, "Before we arrived, they relied on this technology, as well as other technologies, to fight against the greenskins. After a long battle with the greenskins..."

“…” Chagatai was speechless for a moment, his heart filled with shock and speechlessness. The sentence “farmers have mastered controlled nuclear fusion” was really beyond his understanding. He wanted to complain but didn’t know where to start.

After a moment's silence, Chagatai slowly spoke, his tone filled with realization and solemnity. "It seems this star region has benefited from the legacy of the Dark Age of Technology. No wonder farmers have mastered controlled nuclear fusion technology, something so extraordinary. Well, go ahead and take care of it. Get everything done as quickly as possible."

"Yes, sir." Qin Xia accepted the order respectfully, turned around and left quickly. His steps were hurried but steady and orderly. He had already sorted out the tasks assigned by the Khan in his mind, ready to implement them one by one as quickly as possible.

Chagatai looked at Qin Xia's departing back and sighed slightly.

……

Brightman enthusiastically introduced Astelan, "If we talk about which legion has the most exquisite soldiers' craftsmanship, the White King's Sons are definitely among the best. Although the 11th Legion is small in number, their attainments in craftsmanship are absolutely first-class."

Astelan nodded slightly and continued, "In our First Legion, any warrior who participated in the Randan War, as well as the Steel Wing warriors, have the ability to transform and forge equipment."

Blackmay smiled lightly and said jokingly, "That's true, but your army never makes these things for others."

Astelan responded with a serious expression, "The First Legion isn't a trading market. We focus primarily on defense and combat, and won't easily accept custom orders like this."

Blackmay shrugged, as if he had expected Astelan to answer like this. "Yes, yes, I understand. I understand. The First Legion shoulders heavy responsibilities and cannot arbitrarily disperse its energy to these matters."

Astelan frowned slightly and said, "Our exquisite craftsmanship is to better equip ourselves to deal with various threats. Randomly producing equipment will not only lead to technological leaks, but may also disrupt the First Legion's own deployment."

Brightman nodded in understanding. "However, the White King's Sons are different in this regard. Although they focus on craftsmanship, they are not opposed to providing assistance to other legions, provided that they can offer something valuable in exchange."

A hint of curiosity flashed in Astelan's eyes. "Oh? What do they usually ask for in exchange? Rare materials or precious technology?"

After a moment's thought, Braime said, "It's possible. Sometimes it's an extremely rare mineral that can bring new inspiration and improvement to their craftsmanship; sometimes it's some unique technical knowledge that enriches their skills. In short, as long as they find it worthwhile, the deal is possible."

"The Primarchs are in a meeting these days, so I have some free time. I'll take you to see the exquisite craftsmanship of the 11th Legion and take a look at the power spears I commissioned them to forge. Let's go, you motherless bastard."

Brightman said half-jokingly, with a hint of boasting and eagerness in his eyes, "I'll take you to broaden your horizons."

Astelan frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied with the name of "motherless bastard", but since the person in front of him was Brightman, he didn't care too much.

"Well, I really want to see how good the craftsmanship of the 11th Legion is, to earn your praise." Astelan responded.

The two Astartes rushed at a speed close to the speed of sound, breaking the silence of the planet.

Along the way, everything flew by like a shooting star, becoming a blur of light and shadow in their vision.

As the destination got closer, a hot and unique smell hit me in the face. It was the smell of the heat emitted by the forge mixed with strange energy.

Brightman looked proud and turned to Astelan and said, "Well, it's not a wasted trip. You will soon be able to see the real miracle of craftsmanship." After that, he took a big step and led Astelan towards the forging workshop.

Inside the workshop, there were bursts of rhythmic hammering sounds, like a passionate symphony, foreshadowing the wonderful creations taking place inside.

As the two stepped into the forging workshop, they felt a heat wave hitting them and the scene before them was shocking.

Inside the workshop, the fire was blazing and the light was shining. Many Astartes of the 11th Legion were working busily and orderly.

They skillfully manipulate various tools, and amid sparks flying, exquisite semi-finished products gradually take shape.

Brightman walked straight up to a burly craftsman wearing heavy goggles and greeted him warmly. "Hello, Iron Hands! I brought a friend to see my custom-made power spear. How's the progress?"

The craftsman known as Iron Hand raised his head and grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. "Hey, Brightman! You're finally here. The power spear is basically finished, and only the final quenching process is left." As he said that, he turned around and took a power spear that was not yet fully formed from the shelf beside him.

Astelan's attention was instantly drawn to it.

The body of this power spear is made of an unknown metal, and the surface texture is delicate and complex, as if the tracks of stars are engraved on it.

In the reflection of the fire, it sparkles with a mysterious and charming luster.

The tip of the spear exuded a biting chill, as if it could tear through the void with a slight wave.

"This craftsmanship..." Astelan couldn't help but admire it softly. He moved closer to observe it carefully, and felt that this power spear was more and more exquisite.

"Such exquisite casting craftsmanship, every detail is handled just right, I have only seen it on the weapons of the Primarchs."

Iron Hands' face lit up with pride upon hearing Astelan's praise. "This is the 11th Legion's painstaking work. To craft this power spear, we experimented with the blending of numerous rare materials to achieve such a perfect result. Furthermore, we also put considerable effort into the rune engraving. It not only enhances the weapon's power but also imparts special properties."

Brightman stood by with a smug look on his face, as if he had crafted this power spear himself. "Well, was I right? The 11th Legion's craftsmanship is unrivaled. Once it's tempered and infused with the energy core, this power spear will surely become a devastating weapon on the battlefield."

Astelan nodded and couldn't help asking, "How did you master such superb skills?"

Iron Hand smiled and said, "This is all taught by the Primarch, but we are also constantly exploring and innovating. Every time we obtain new materials or develop a new forging technique, we will conduct repeated experiments and incorporate it into our craftsmanship. Moreover, everyone in the Legion has a high level of passion and focus on craftsmanship, which is also the key to our continuous improvement in skills."

At this moment, another craftsman shouted, "Iron Hand, the preparations for quenching are ready!"

Liu Yiqi responded with a hissing sound and said to Brightman and Astelan, "Please wait a moment, the excitement is about to begin." After that, he carefully took the power spear and walked towards the huge quenching pool on the side.

Iron Hand held the power spear firmly and slowly immersed it into the quenching pool that was rolling with strange light.

In an instant, a hissing sound resounded throughout the workshop, and a large amount of steam surged up from the quenching pool, like a giant white dragon rushing straight up, instantly blurring everyone's vision.

Astelan and Brightman involuntarily took a few steps forward, their eyes fixed on the direction of the quenching pool, trying to penetrate the layer of steam and see the changes in the power spear.

As the steam gradually dissipated, Iron Hand was seen pulling the power spear out of the pool. Compared with before, the power spear had undergone a surprising transformation in appearance.

The spear body, which originally emitted a mysterious luster, now seemed to be given life, and the light became more lively and intense, as if countless tiny stars were flickering and flowing on its surface.

The tip of the spear was shining brightly with a cold light, and the sharp aura was blowing towards one's face, making one shudder.

Brightman was so excited that he almost jumped up. He couldn't wait to take the power spear from Iron Hand and swung it vigorously a few times.

The power spear cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and each swing left a brilliant energy trail, as if writing mysterious runes in the air.

"Great! This is beyond my imagination!" Brightman shouted excitedly while waving the power spear.

"Asteran, look at this power, this craftsmanship, there's probably no other power spear as perfect as this in the entire galaxy!"

Then Astelan saw Iron Hand take out an energy core emitting a faint blue light from a special box and carefully install it in a specific position on the power spear.

The moment the energy core and the power spear perfectly matched, a strong energy wave spread out from the power spear as the center.

The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by an invisible force, and various tools and materials trembled slightly under this wave.

When the energy fluctuations gradually subsided, Brightman raised the power spear again. At this time, the power spear seemed to have established some kind of mysterious connection with him. As he wished, a layer of light blue energy halo slowly emerged around the spear, wrapping the entire power spear, adding a bit of mysterious and powerful aura.

"Hahaha! This is the weapon I want!" Brightman laughed excitedly, his eyes full of love and anticipation for this power spear.

"Asteran, when I take it to the battlefield, I will make sure the enemies see the extraordinary skills of the 11th Legion!"

Astelan smiled and nodded.

"But what was that just now?" Astelan's face was full of confusion, his eyes still fixed on the power spear that emitted a strange light. He was full of curiosity about the unique scene that appeared when the power spear was quenched just now.

Iron Hand explained, "That's the quenching material we made from the captured Eldar bones after specially processing them."

Iron Hand turned his gaze to Brightman and reminded him with a smile: "Oh, by the way, Brightman, it's time to give us your reward."

Without a word, Brightman nodded, carefully took out a crowned Necron head from the special container he was carrying and handed it to Iron Hand.

The surface of the head gleamed with a cold metallic luster, and there seemed to be a trace of mysterious energy fluctuations remaining in the empty eye sockets. It was obvious at a glance that it was not an ordinary object.

Iron Hand took the Necromancer's head, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Haha, as expected of Brightman, he always manages to get these rare things."

Chapter 315 Imperial Taxation, Official Language

"How did you get this head?" Astelan asked with a puzzled look on his face.

The head of the Necron King is no ordinary item and is extremely difficult to obtain. He was really curious about how Brightman got it.

"I traded it with Mod." Brightman answered nonchalantly, while continuing to play with the power spear he had just obtained in his hand, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

"What do you want in exchange?" Astelan's curiosity was completely aroused. You know, no one would easily exchange such a precious item with others without a sufficiently tempting bargaining chip.

"The basic psychic book signed by Lord Hui Le." Brightman said lightly, as if it was just an ordinary transaction.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere around him froze instantly.