Hyperion, but in Warhammer 40K

After all, this thing causes too much pollution, and Zhou Ye doesn't want to destroy such a good planet and leave it barren.

As for the production line, he spent a lot of effort to create a complete STC template production line. This thing is enough to drive the oil guy crazy.

"grown ups……"

Although he didn't know the true status of the person before him, he only needed to grovel before anyone who could make the Astartes kneel. Furthermore, as soon as they met, he felt an endless admiration for the person before him, and he was forever loyal to him.

This is Zhou Ye’s method, direct brainwashing.

"I will give each of you a merchant ship and a mobile phone, and equip you with enough crew members. From now on, you will be responsible for the trade of these planets."

Looking at the person in front of him, Zhou Ye spoke lightly, and then simply waved his hand.

Click.

Along with the sound of footsteps, another team of seven Astartes walked in, and then knelt on one knee in front of Zhou Ye.

But his body looked extremely stiff, as if something was making him unhappy.

"These seven individuals will be stationed on your merchant ship for a certain period of time. If you encounter any small-scale Chaos contamination or aliens along the way, have them cooperate with the nobles of the hive city to form a strike team."

"Sir...this is such an honor!!!"

The nobleman was nearly frightened to death upon hearing this. Even the merchant dynasties found it difficult to hire an Astartes as a permanent resident. At best, they would simply offer a ride somewhere to carry out a mission.

This kind of Astartes who obeyed his orders exclusively was something that even his father, the planetary governor, could not do.

"So for the sake of the Divine Emperor, go and carry out my orders."

Hearing this, Zhou Ye didn't even bother to raise his eyes. These seven people were all new recruits from various teams under his command. Those with the worst performance scores were all kicked out and sent to serve as bodyguards for various merchant ships, that is, to deliver couriers.

And by the way, solve the chaos and aliens along the way to maintain their own route.

Of course, the same is true of the stiff movements of these people, which is also a form of Astartes bullying.

“There’s more to come…”

"My lord, the Weepers have brought back over ten million people. I don't think we have enough food!!!"

At this moment, the planetary governor rushed in in a very frustrated state, followed by Mario with a look of shame on his face.

"My Lord, I'm deeply sorry. Seeing those people on the depleted mining planet, I really..."

"Forget it, I'll go get some food. You go do the splitting. I also happen to need miners. Your first task is to lead them to the new mining world. The salary will remain the same, 996, with food and lodging provided. Oh, and it would be best if you have experienced people, as they need to assist my intelligent mining army."

Hearing this, Zhou Ye couldn't help but rub his forehead. What was going on?

"Yes!!!"

then……

"Sir, our Fifth Company (a mixed company of World Eaters and Death Guard) has completed its initial recruitment and is planning to embark on a glorious cruise expedition with one hundred recruits. We are in need of a strike cruiser."

"Very efficient. I'll go prepare the strike cruiser and the corresponding pioneering jump engine for you."

Hearing this, Zhou Ye also silently took out a small notebook and wrote down some of the contents. After all, he was probably the only one in this star region who could produce such a thing, so at this time he could only do it himself.

"grown ups……"

"I'll do it. Should I go to Macragge and pop Guilliman's sinuses awake? Then I'll get him to form the Third Reich, with me as Warmaster and him as Emperor."

Zhou Ye's face darkened as he watched the approaching Imperial Fists, as well as the Iron Warriors, Word Bearers, and Luna Wolves waiting outside. He was now surrounded by a plethora of documents, and Klein was already incredibly busy.

"Hold on, hold on. This is just the start-up phase. We've just begun. Once everything is on track, I can go out and chop my way through it happily. And Klein, take this batch of gene seeds and form a new company for me. Hurry!!!"

There was no way, his subordinates were too eager to make progress. They were all exploring and maintaining new star tracks for Zhou Ye, and Zhou Ye could not find a reason to refuse.

……

Just when Zhou Ye was busy dealing with the affairs at hand, above Macragge.

The Ultramarines Lord Calgar, his Honor Guard, and all the Space Marines on Macragge gathered here.

A massive black ship appeared before their eyes, and as it slowly descended, veteran Sword Guardsmen Metalos and Chris emerged, clad in magnificent and luxurious attire, each holding a fragment of a piercing sword.

Just as they landed, powerful music started playing. A group of Ultramarines were playing instruments and singing, playing uplifting music.

Yes, these were the ones who had originally used Zhou Ye's gene seeds. Because of their special source, and because they were still new recruits, they were all left here. They had to wait until their second gene seed matured and was taken away before they could be released depending on the situation.

Their gene-seed was so valuable that they played music and sang every day in Macragge. At this time, Calgar simply asked them to act as a military band to welcome the returning group.

PS: Let's make it a hundred chapters, six chapters later. Two chapters tomorrow. I'm going out to play next week, so I probably won't be able to guarantee eight thousand words a day. I'll just take it easy and write a few chapters.

101

Chapter 101: The bustling Macragge.

"This is a glorious moment, thousands of years ago. Our gene father was severely injured by the fallen demon, and now, for the first time, we have washed away this shame."

At this time, the flags of Macragge were flying and millions of people gathered here.

Marius Augustus Calgar, Lord of the Ultramarines, Master of Macragge.

At this moment, he spoke to all the people of Ogramar about the power of this victory. The enemy that had disappeared for a thousand years was exiled. The blasphemous weapon was shattered. This was glory, a glory that could inspire the precarious Macragge.

Although Calgar still didn't know what exactly happened, there was nothing he could do about it. Star language couldn't carry too much information.

and so……

"It's over. Something's going to happen."

Metalos, wearing the Sword Guard Veteran's power armor, stood there a little uncomfortably. It wasn't just them. All the Sword Guard Veterans had the same reaction, with only Chris, sitting in the VIP seat, watching the scene with interest.

He thought what was going to happen next would be very interesting, and the reason was simple.

because……

Calgar registered the Star of Pioneers as a sub-regiment of the Ultramarines. To be honest, who gave you the face to do that?

They had Ultramarines, sure, but look at the rest of them. They were all veterans of the war, and there was no doubt that Metalos, beside him, was an absolute elite Ultramarines. But on the Outpost, aside from the Emperor's Children, who were clearly new recruits, he was at the bottom of the pack.

And look at those Contemptor Dreadnoughts, the Sanguinary Guard, the Dark Angels 500, the ancient Sage Rylanor, and a retired Valarjir Wolf Guard. He didn't have time to ask about the Ultramarines Dreadnought and the Imperial Fists Dreadnought, not to mention that they were all led by a Primarch.

Who the hell are you, Calgar? You dare to claim to be a successor to the Ultramarines? Chris now thought, if he could just stop the news, it would be fine. If he couldn't, expect Macragge to throw a party.

Although the Dark Angels and Blood Angels had a good relationship with them, this kind of thing... was somewhat blasphemous.

The same thing happened to Metalos. Holding the fragments of the stabbing sword, Metalos was already fidgeting. But the problem was that his own Chapter Master was currently boosting morale, and he couldn't interrupt.

After all, in Macragge today, or in the entire empire, everyone except the insects on Terra had seen the empire's decline.

The good news is so important, even for them, Macragge and the five hundred worlds of Ultramar.

As a natural politician, Metalos also knew the importance of this matter.

"For the Emperor!!!"

"For the Emperor!!!"

With the final cheers, the speech ended. For those living in the Warhammer world, the only comfort they can get is spiritual comfort, even if this comfort requires the consumption of a lot of material.

Soon, in the halls of Macragge.

Metalos also walked in at this time. As for Chris, he had already left after the celebration. He now needed to travel to Terra immediately to report to the Inquisition. By then, he would surely receive more resources, so that he could better fulfill his duties and eliminate all enemies for the Empire and the Golden Throne.

"What is your specific situation?"

Looking at the veteran Sword Guard before him, Calgar gestured wearily to the sofa nearby. He was simply too exhausted to engage in any mundane formalities. Honestly, he wasn't the only one. If you met nearly all of the Empire's mid- and high-level officials, you'd be forgiven for thinking so.

Don't flatter them. Just getting to the point is the biggest bribe for these people.

"Brother, stop that sub-group from applying immediately!!!"

Almost instantly, Metalos came to Calga, took out a storage device, and placed it in the socket of the servo skull.

Then the battle of the space hulks began, greenskins clashing with pureblooded foes, the Titan, the divine mechanical emperor, stalking the land. The minions of the four evil gods fought each other, and the mere beginning of it made Calgar instinctively grip his armrests.

Just the beginning made him gasp. This was a war that even he needed to invest huge resources.

Mobilizing all the power in the world of Ultramar that he could control now, so...

Looking at the few intact Sword Guard veterans, Calgar felt a little bit unbelievable. How did you come back intact?

Then, Calgar witnessed a scene that made his blood boil: the fallen Primarch Fulgrim descended from the sky. Four arms, a tail like an eel. This instantly made Calgar's brain surge with blood. After all, their genetic father sat in the deepest palace of Macragge, in a state of neither life nor death.

Now that his eternal enemy had appeared before him, how could Calgar not react? He longed to charge directly onto the battlefield, even if it meant death, or to enter the realm of fearlessness. There, he could escape these endless documents and experience the most glorious death in battle.

then……

boom! ! !

As a golden light flashed, a majestic figure over four meters tall appeared before Fulgrim. Calgar felt his breath stop for a moment; that figure was so majestic and reassuring.

The Primarch, the Son of God.

Even if he wasn't their genetic father, Calgar would feel honored and proud to appear before the people of the empire again after so many years.

There was no way that during these ten thousand years of darkness, the nine Primarchs had become myths. Even Calgar, the leader of the Ultramarines, was affected. Too many ambitious people were hoping that a son of God would emerge from the myth and lead this desperate nation once again.

That was Calgar's only thought, and then came a glorious moment. The Fallen Primarch displayed a supreme level of swordsmanship, a strike so powerful that even he couldn't clearly discern it. Calgar knew that if he faced that being, he would be swiftly killed.

But even such an attack, no matter how skillful the swordsmanship, no matter how cunning and cunning the attack, was blocked by the divine shield that was as big as a mountain.

He was like a rock in the midst of a violent storm, standing still.

"Rogal Dorn?"

"No, a Primarch unknown to us. He might not even be one of the Nine, according to what he said. After the Webway Project, he traveled deep into the Warp to seek a new salvation for the Imperium."

"!!!"

Hearing this, Calgar was stunned for a moment, then something occurred to him. Their genetic father had once prepared a banquet hall to accommodate all the brothers, and there were two chairs in that hall that were always covered.

There were twenty Primarchs, and the most mysterious of them all wasn't the 20th. It was the 2nd, 2nd, and 11th. Even the 20th Primarch had Alpharius' legacy. The two most mysterious Primarchs, however, left no record.

Even Macragge couldn't find any records of it, so...

"Is it one of them..."

At this moment, Calgar muttered silently, "You know, the Ultramarines have gene seeds whose source is impossible to trace. He knew it was from those two."

but……

"Calgar, we must stop that appointment immediately. You registered that lord's chapter, the Pathfinder, as a Successor Chapter of the Ultramarines. Not to mention the large number of loyal veterans of the Traitor Legions there, even their commander is a Primarch. Even we Primarchs wouldn't dare to register them under our own name. It would be blasphemy and usurpation. Furthermore, they also have the thousand-year-old sacred dreadnoughts of the Blood Angels, Imperial Fists, Dark Angels, and Space Wolves."

"..."

Hearing this, Calgar broke out in a cold sweat and quickly planned to send someone after him. This wasn't a big deal, given the Empire's impressive efficiency. Even if this information reached Holy Terra, it would likely take decades, if not centuries, for it to be registered.

So now we just need to send someone to the Ministry of the Interior of Holy Terra and bring back the document.

only……

"Calgar, this is the message from Holy Terra. The Pioneer Star Chapter has been registered as a Successor Chapter of the Ultramarines, and it has been sent to all the founding parent chapters, including the Imperial Fists, Blood Angels, and Space Wolves..."

But before he could finish his words, Blue Can came in and looked at the two people who were stunned blankly.

"It's over!!!"

This was the only thought in the minds of the two men at the moment. Given the size of their Ultramarines, it was absolutely impossible for them to be labeled as traitors. Because their number of Ultramarines was too large, the Empire could not afford it.

After all, just like the Codex Astartes, the laws of the ancestors cannot be changed, not even by the ancestors themselves.

But those founding groups with fearlessness probably won't let it go like this. After all, when did our Ten Thousand Years Fearless Lord become one of your Extreme Warriors? This is simply intolerable.

The two of them could already imagine the heroes gathering in Macragge, and they had no way to explain it.

After all, it was an honor to follow a Primarch on a mysterious expedition that lasted for ten thousand years. Even they would feel honored, but I...

“Prepare for action immediately!!!”

At this time, Calga and Metalos also immediately got busy, and by the way, both of them had the same question in their minds.

BYD, how come Terra's group of insects are so efficient this time?

Meanwhile, soon...

"This is blasphemy, they must repent!!!"

Azrael of the Dark Angel also received the news, and then slapped the table in front of him into pieces.

What a blasphemy! How dare those Ultramarines? You know, the Dark Angels now dream of only one thing: how to bring the Elder back. It's just a pity.

The Star of Pioneering disappeared again. Even with Ezekiel's level, he could not predict the other party's location, and it almost cost him his life.

How could this group of Extreme Warriors dare to do that now? So Azriel also found Asmodai at this time.