Hyperion, but in Warhammer 40K

To be honest, these guys were really good fighters, especially after he gave them luxurious equipment. Their fighting intensity was several times higher than what other companies had encountered, so Zhou Ye ended up giving them a fleet and adding another 200,000 auxiliary troops.

After all, if you really encounter chaos pollution, you still have to deal with it, otherwise it will affect the star track.

But now, with hundreds of star tracks already built, there's no longer a concern about contamination in that section. Not only would contamination be immediately noticeable, if section A were contaminated, the route from B to C would now have to go through A, but would instead go from B to DEF and then to C.

To put it bluntly, he would take a detour and then pass on the news. He would then mobilize manpower to do the work. If the manpower was not enough, he would personally take action.

Now he is surrounded by nearly three thousand people selected from various companies as his glory guard, which is also the general reserve force.

Of course, these people usually stay in their own time rooms and train frantically. Zhou Ye also developed another function of the imaginary computer. This is an ability similar to the Destiny Girl's Silent Database and the Memory Battlefield, which can project past enemies.

The blueprints of those projected enemies were the enemies Zhou Ye had encountered. Of course, in order to avoid corrosion, the projected entity monsters were essentially composed of imaginary numbers. In other words, they were the demon armies under Zhou Ye with the same appearance as the other several groups.

But in order to save energy, we can only fight in that training room and cannot go out.

But it was also a valuable experience for these warriors. Didn't they see that a long line had formed in the square of Zhou Ye Palace at this time. They were all Space Marines and their auxiliary troops waiting for their place in the team.

Today, half of the 1,000-seat theater is used to quickly train a group of qualified recruits, and the other half is specifically used for combat training.

Zhou Ye had been aiming for the standards of a great expedition from the very beginning, so of course these items were not bad either.

"My lord, these Space Marines are going too far!!!"

At this moment, the door was opened, and two people, one tall and one short, walked in. Then they both knelt on one knee in front of Zhou Ye. The mortal among them was looking at Astarte angrily.

Malakin, the Chapter Master of the Weepers, also lowered his head in shame. While computers were used for calculations, they weren't a panacea. Annual expenses needed to be calculated and allocated after collecting tithes from the thirty worlds and the Rogue Traders.

Therefore, the expenses of each department are limited. Now that tens of millions of people are being pulled back at every turn, their Ministry of Government Affairs is about to explode.

Now that his planetary governor had been promoted to the Minister of the Interior, with this supercomputer and the specially enhanced Astartes that Zhou Ye had newly created based on the Smurfs, his spirits had finally improved a lot.

Now he has time to criticize an Astartes, which would have been unimaginable for him a few years ago. It is obvious that the opponent is under great pressure.

Of course, one of his grandsons also completed the transformation and became a glorious Astartes. Now he works beside him to frantically handle the government affairs of thirty worlds and dozens of merchants.

"My lord, I am very sorry."

Hearing this, Malakin lowered his head in shame. In the past, they could only watch helplessly as the people they saved died. Some, even if they were rescued, would be thrown into a new purgatory.

Now that there is someone behind them, they can finally save the people completely.

Come to the thirty worlds of the pioneering star zone and enjoy the unique 996 blessings of Warhammer. And the tax rate is generally only half, which is really a conscience rate.

Therefore, Malakin is more willing to bring people here to enjoy the benefits of 996% and half the tax rate.

The Ministry of the Interior was now just short of using Zhou Ye's planetary defense cannons to bombard them. Although they were many times more efficient than Terra's group of insects, the problem was that in this situation, their blood pressure would still soar.

Even the Weepers' fleet had been detained once, and a whole regiment had been reduced to paperwork. It took a long time to resolve the issue. Only then could they set out again, and now it happened again...

"That's fine. There's another planet here so we can just relocate them there."

Zhou Ye didn't really care when he heard this. If he really couldn't do it, he could just rub it himself. Anyway, now that the star track was laid out, it could provide him with more energy. So, most of the time, he didn't have to be too restrained.

Zhou Ye has roughly determined his position now. His planet is basically between the two star regions of the Empire. You must know that because of the Mandeville point in the warp, the Empire's territory is piecemeal, not connected as a whole.

Although the Warp brought countless disasters, the Empire was completely unable to reach places truly far from the Warp. These places were naturally cheap for Zhou Ye now, and he could just grab them. As for those imperial worlds, he only did business and did not touch their power at all.

"I just don't know when the Empire, or rather the Emperor, will react. Their activities have become increasingly frequent in recent years, and my tactics of recruiting so many people will be discovered sooner or later. Also, the people in this world are truly fertile. These people here are laying eggs day after day."

Zhou Ye rolled his eyes as he looked at the information in his hand. With the poor conditions in the Lower Hive, these people generally didn't live past thirty. Even so, each of them would have three or four children in their lifetime. Living here, their lives would be similar to those of the masters in the Upper Hive. And each of them would be able to mint coins for the Emperor, or rather, for themselves.

After all, this world still had demons and corruption, and Zhou Ye couldn't popularize entertainment on a large scale. Therefore, the lives of these civilians were very fragmented, compared to the Earth before he traveled through time. Productivity was far beyond the reach of Earth at that time, but spiritual life was still in the Middle Ages, but that was fine.

Now, the top students graduating from his school every year will provide him with a steady supply of soldiers and various high-quality cattle and horses.

……

At this time, it is one hundred light years away from the planet where Zhou Ye is.

On a feudal planet, the planetary governor was looking at the screen in pain, his eyes bloodshot.

"How about asking for help?"

"Your Excellency, the Astropath has sent a message. Unfortunately, we haven't received a response yet. Given the capabilities of the Sector Military Affairs Department, we don't have enough time. The zombies have already begun to gather towards the hive. We can only resist for a few months at most."

Hearing this, the planetary general said helplessly that their situation was very bad. After all, it was just a planetary world, and there was almost no good way to deal with those Nurgle zombies and cultists.

They could only rely on the city walls and their limited weapons to fight back, but sending people out to fight them was impossible, because if they rushed in, they would be corrupted almost instantly.

"Hey, dear Governor. Your condition seems to be very bad. As previously agreed, we have brought the goods. Now please pay the corresponding compensation."

At this moment, a flying vehicle slowly landed, and then a young man was seen smiling.

"Dear Mr. Dobitek, my planet is now shrouded in plague. They are now besieging my castle, and the mines have been lost. I can no longer provide any ores, and as for weapons..."

The Governor's face was filled with a hint of helplessness when he said this. The other party was a young merchant. He had a stable supply and was trustworthy. Although he was very young, he was already someone he had to carefully curry favor with.

"Mr. Alba, we have prepared the goods you requested. The cultists you have this time are not a big problem, and I have also brought them..."

At this point, the young man glanced at the Governor with a smile, then pointed to the sky. Immediately afterwards, an airdrop pod descended from the sky, slamming heavily into the center of the cult's position. Immediately afterwards, a team of black-and-gold Astartes rushed out, launching their unparalleled attack directly into the center of the cult's position.

"The Emperor's Angel?"

105

Chapter 105: Word Bearers: Imperial Truth is the good stuff.

The planetary governor stared in amazement at the Emperor's Angels who were killing crazily in the center of the enemy's position. To be honest, even though Zhou Ye fought a war, there wouldn't be much difference between the Space Marines and Big Head.

But for most worlds today, the mere presence of a Space Marine is enough to cause the cultists to crumble.

Now, under such a massacre, the entire cult exploded in an instant. Then a huge transport plane also dropped from the sky and landed in front of everyone.

The warehouse was then opened, and a large number of laser guns appeared before the group in a magnificent display. Along with them was a flag used to resist corruption, a sacred relic of the Chapter crafted by Zhou Ye.

It's just a weakened version of countless versions, but it's enough for a place like this where even Nurglings can't come out.

The airdrop pods continued to fall, followed by thousands of violent soldiers who devoured the group in an instant.

"Gulu..."

He glanced at the laser rifle in his hand, then at the group of violent Space Marines. They had already found the Bishop, and then one by one threw away their weapons and smashed them into a pulp with their fists.

Of course, the private soldiers of the Rogue Merchants are similar, each one is like being possessed by Khorne.

According to Zhou Ye's regulations, every merchant fleet must be stationed with a certain number of space warriors and solar auxiliary forces, unlike those wandering merchants who only care about profit.

All of Zhou Ye's subordinates were obligated to deal with any corruption and aliens along the way. As for these so-called private soldiers, they were all Zhou Ye's interstellar troops, just like the Space Marines. Those with the lowest test scores were all sent to serve on merchant ships for five to ten years.

Of course, these merchant fleets will also be equipped with special training rooms, and as long as they are not too lazy, they will train madly in their spare time.

"Gulu..."

He glanced at his own men, who had already been armed, and then at the position ahead. Now, with the arrival of the Emperor's Angels and the crushing of the Merchant Private Army's vehicles, this rabble of hundreds of thousands of people had no time to resist and was wiped out.

Then, a large number of vehicles descended from the sky again and began to collect everything. The planetary governor had not yet distributed these laser guns. To be honest, for a relatively poor world like theirs, laser guns were just enough.

"Then this is a debt. I'll come back in a year to collect the original payment. Of course, you can refuse, but please don't blame me for being rude then."

"Gulu, yes."

Looking at the receipt before him, the Planetary Governor gulped. He wouldn't dare disobey even if it weren't for this. After all, this Rogue Trader was so stable, he looked nothing like a Warhammer man. He'd come when he said he'd, and this was his only reliable source of supplies. And the prices were incredibly favorable, practically unbelievable. Compared to those damned Rogue Traders, it was a world of its own.

"Huh, very good. Let's go back to Pioneer Star and do a rotation."

Looking at the receipts and information in his hand, Dobitek also said to his men that they needed to rotate now. After all, this batch of Space Marines had served in his fleet for five years. They were the first batch of unlucky ones to join the ship.

Now it was time to return to his regiment, and he was also going to conduct a supply handover. However, what Dobitek did not notice was that in the darkness, there were cold eyes watching him.

"I can't actually see his future clearly. It's interesting, really interesting."

At this moment, a hint of excitement flashed in the figure's eyes, and he also had a special feeling that his good days seemed to be beckoning.

He had been tormented by the prophecies for a long time, and truth be told, the containment measures of the Imperial Guards couldn't hold him in. He simply didn't want to see those annoying prophecies anymore, and now he could meet someone he couldn't accurately predict, and there was only one of them, which was enough to excite him.

This was exactly the place he had always dreamed of, and now he was looking forward to meeting the brother he had never met.

"Luna Wolves, World Eaters, Death Guard, Emperor's Children, Imperial Fists, Ultramarines, Iron Warriors. My brother's chapter group is a bit complicated."

But soon, this man looked at the team of Space Marines with a bit of confusion. He saw a group of Astartes from above. With such a complex mixture of elements, wouldn't this regiment explode on the spot?

But soon...

"???"

Conrad Coates only felt a flash of light before his eyes, and then he left that planet and came to a completely new planet.

"It didn't go through the subspace, and this was a jump. How far is it? And it's too fast, no wonder..."

At this time, Conrad Coze also understood why his father was so excited. After all, his father had paralyzed himself on one side of his body because of that broken webway, and his whole body was in pieces.

"Very good, my good brother, let me see how many surprises you can bring me. In this case, let me give you a gift. I will capture you and bring you to my father."

As he watched the huge battleship slowly enter the starport, Konrad Curze's face became more and more interested.

At this moment, in his sight, the two private soldiers at the corner were about to bump into the Space Marine who was walking towards him. However, the private soldier stepped on a banana peel thrown by someone and fell flat on his face to the ground.

This is so interesting. Predictions aren't fixed. And what was that thing you stepped on just now? A banana?

BYD.

He had never eaten that fruit before. If I remembered correctly, it was eaten by a passing soldier, right?

"Now, find out who's littering. Remember to peel that guy's fruit ration for me for a week. That gentleman was so kind as to give everyone a certain amount of fruit ration, yet someone still litters."

"Yes!!!"

Looking at the Astartes who was leaving, the unlucky guy rubbed his forehead.

It was well known that Zhou Ye never paid wages, even though he had already issued a unified currency across thirty worlds. Furthermore, through the regulation of that supercomputer, he could ensure market stability.

But Zhou Ye didn't pay them. It wasn't that he was a bad person. It was simply that at first, there was no money, only salary and some supplies. Later, he simply forgot about it. As for why he forgot.

That's because they were so enthusiastic about joining the army that he completely ignored the issue of treatment.

But it wasn't a big deal. Zhou Ye had been frantically expanding his military for the past few years, preparing for war. He'd also been exploiting the potential of his thirty worlds, but his exploitation had left them with little money. It was enough for his people to eat and drink, and maintain a balanced diet. Compared to the bone-draining exploitation of other worlds in the empire, he was a natural saint.

After all, these people were basically on the verge of life and death in the original world, and what Zhou Ye didn't know was that after he formed a huge merchant fleet, the lives of the people in other imperial worlds were constantly reminding the people in these thirty worlds.

There is no harm without comparison. If Zhou Ye hadn't forbidden them to worship the emperor, his sculptures would probably be everywhere. So in order to repay such a great man, many people are now eager to offer more things to him.

It is useless even to massacre these people. If you let people kill them, they will think it is a glorious sacrifice for themselves.

Finally, as time passed, the entire ship slowly entered the port. Then, without anyone knowing, a dark figure left the cabin and plunged into the busy port of Pioneer Star.

……

In Zhou Ye's huge and luxurious palace, he is now receiving two people.

The three Word Bearers brothers from Macragge, the Ultramarines, came here with a simple purpose.

"Sir, our Word Bearers company has been formed."

Looking at the two proud people in front of him, Zhou Ye couldn't help rubbing his forehead.

Seeing others flourishing, these three also became anxious. They also approached Zhou Ye and said they also wanted to make progress, but Zhou Ye's answer to them was cold and ruthless.

"I don't have the gene-seed of the Word Bearers. Although I have the technology to quickly produce gene-seed, I still need a prototype no matter how hard I try."

Then the three of them went back in despair, and less than three days later, Zhou Ye heard a piece of news that left him stunned.

The three of them simply chose a man and inoculated his gene-seed. They then placed him inside a Redeemer Dreadnought, as the Contemptors were too expensive. The companies under his command typically had only one vacant Contemptor Dreadnought, with all the others being Redeemer Dreadnoughts, also known as Oven Dreadnoughts.

So, if you wanted a Contemptor Dreadnought, you had to queue up, but there was a complete supply of Redeemer Dreadnoughts. So Zhou Ye wasn't surprised that three people could get one Redeemer Dreadnought. But putting one's own gene seed into a Dreadnought was something Zhou Ye swore he had never heard of.

But since it was already like this, what else was there to say? So, he just gave it to them, so he got over a hundred gene seeds and threw them at this group of people. Having them around was good, too, helping him deal with the messy affairs of the state religion.

Anyway, these are all mixed with a lot of their own private goods, they are all at the level of their own followers. Look at the Emperor's Children who didn't even blink when they saw Fulgrim. Their original genetic father had no attraction to them.

and so……

"Sir, why do they all believe in the Imperial Truth?"

Although the two men were proud, they were also a little nervous. That was why their new brothers, after carefully studying the classics of the state religion, believed that the Imperial Truth was a good thing.

Now everyone has converted to the Imperial Truth. Of course, because this is the prevailing trend, they will continue to preach the Emperor's Words. Then, that group recruited an inner circle and led their inner circle members to the Imperial Truth, which left the two Word Bearers extremely confused.

"Ahem, it's not a big deal."

Hearing this, Zhou Ye showed an awkward but polite smile, and his mumbling and bad taste broke out again.

When I was sorting out the seeds for them, my mind was full of weird things from the fanfiction Robert's Rebellion. So I added some small ingredients, and then a group of Word Bearers who believed in the Imperial Truth appeared.

Zhou Ye found this quite amusing. These two were completely bewildered. Fortunately, although they believed in the Imperial Truth, they also took the view that since it was already established, they could only continue to promote it. So, even though these three brothers were bewildered, it wasn't a big deal.

What can we do now? We can’t fight anyway.