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“Wow, Lorgar really has something, managing over three hundred Imperial worlds so well.”

Inside the Aepimethus, in an office in the Regent's District.

Leeno was constantly amazed by the data on the screen.

He didn't know until he checked, but after checking, he understood why the Word Bearers Legion had more members than the Ultramarines.

Before the destruction of Monarchia, the Word Bearers' development trajectory was exactly the same as in the canonical history.

They had the most legionaries, an outstanding number of ships, but the fewest worlds brought to compliance.

After the destruction of Monarchia, the Word Bearers' development trajectory became different from the canonical history.

Firstly, Lorgar's pilgrimage only lasted two months, instead of the several years in the canonical history.

In the canonical history, Lorgar first went through a two-year period of confusion, and then, under the persuasion of the Legion's Chief Chaplain Erebus and his foster father Kor Phaeron, he set out to find traces of the divine.

Eventually, he led the Word Bearers Legion into the Eye of Terror under the guise of expanding the Imperial territory, secretly cooperating with the Chaos Daemons.

But the Warhammer world he was currently in was different.

Almost as soon as he left the ruins of Monarchia, Lorgar went straight to the Eye of Terror, embracing the Chaos Daemons.

This process developed too quickly, as if he already knew that there were Chaos Daemons waiting for him in the Eye of Terror.

After returning from the Eye of Terror, the Word Bearers Legion went on a frenzy of conquest, acting like mad dogs.

As of the end of last year, the Word Bearers had conquered 27 worlds by force and bought 110 worlds from other Expedition Fleets.

The worlds they bought were all severely damaged by rebels, plagues, and wars, with reconstruction costs far exceeding the world's revenue in the next 10 years.

Even so, the Word Bearers still bought them with Throne Gelt and equivalent materials, and transformed them all into hive worlds that produced a large population.

Yes, the tithe paid by these worlds was mainly population, not materials.

The Imperial worlds controlled by the Word Bearers were very, very, very fertile.

According to statistics from the Imperial Department of the Interior, a newly married couple could have more than 20 offspring from marriageable age to 50, almost starting a new round of production as soon as the previous round was completed.

Their production efficiency was comparable to the Mechanicum's cultivation facilities, and each generation could receive a good education.

The reason they were so fertile was related to a series of measures implemented by Lorgar, which were recorded in a set of books called 'Love and Sorrow'.

This set of books mainly talked about how to achieve high welfare and freedom from disease and disaster.

It was a guidebook for governors to govern Imperial worlds.

Leeno didn't know the specific content of the books; only governors who were close to Lorgar could obtain them.

Judging only from the publicly available information that could be found:

Due to providing a large amount of population tithes to the Imperium, the worlds controlled by the Word Bearers received a massive amount of living materials.

Their sanitation, medical conditions, and educational conditions were second to none, and the only weakness was that food was often not enough.

Now, the Word Bearers have obtained the formula for new synthetic starches, which has basically solved the food problem.

Leeno had inadvertently promoted a new round of population explosion in more than three hundred Imperial worlds.

After the population explosion increased, the population tax paid was more, and the material support obtained became more abundant.

Leeno did a deduction with a calculating device and came to a heart-pounding conclusion:

Assuming that the Word Bearers still only have more than three hundred Imperial worlds before the first year of the next millennium,

Then, the number of Word Bearers Legionnaires will increase from the current 320,000 to 400,000.

The increase in the number of active legionnaires is not large.

But!

The number of people who can complete the final gene-modification surgery at any time, transforming from reserve members into Word Bearers neophytes, is estimated to be 500,000.

What is this concept?

Leeno once heard a certain UP master calculate that, during the Horus Heresy, the Ultramarines Legion, which was the best at mass producing troops, produced a total of 200,000 Space Marines.

These 200,000 were all transformed from the Ultramarines' reserves, and compared to the Word Bearers Legion's 500,000 reserves, the Ultramarines' reserves were less than half.

The Word Bearers' potential for mass producing troops is terrifying.

This world doesn't have the Alpha Legion, but it hasn't weakened the overall strength of the traitors at all.

Leeno stood up with his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth in the office, his mind racing.

Now that it's confirmed that the absence of the Alpha Legion hasn't reduced the number of loyalist legions, let's start helping the loyalists mass produce troops now, and strive to catch up with the Word Bearers as soon as possible.

“Alas, in the end, the things that the Alpha Legion couldn't do will eventually be done by me. So it is with the Bone Drinkers, so it is with the Raddan Collective, and so it is with the numbers lacking in the Dark Angels. Where the hell did that damn Alpharius and Omegon run off to? I didn't enjoy the Primarch's blessings, why should I suffer for them?”

Leeno muttered to himself, feeling a little aggrieved, but he had to help the Dark Angels Legion, which currently had the fewest members, mass produce troops for his own life.

When he traded the formula with the Dark Angels before, the trade representative sent by the other party had a brief private exchange with Leeno.

To be honest, the communication process was pretty good.

Influenced by their gene-sire, the people of the Dark Angels Legion are more rational, and they like to say what they have to say directly, often offending people because of a lack of social skills.

They are all very smart and can easily perceive the true thoughts of the person they are talking to, and point them out directly.

This action will embarrass slick people, but Leeno likes it very much.

The Dark Angels representative who had a secret talk with him was a mortal adept.

The two of them said a total of seven sentences in the reception room.

“Hello, I come from the Dark Angels' homeworld, Caliban, and I am an adept from a local monastery. You can call me Keane.”

“Welcome, Keane. I am Leeno Willsey. As I introduced earlier, during the time that Hive Governor Lord Voges is away, I am temporarily serving as the acting governor. What can I do for you?”

“The Dark Angels need technical guidance in order to complete the production line of synthetic starches as soon as possible.”

“No problem, you can send technicians to visit and study in our preparation workshop until you complete the construction of the production line. By the way, this is free.”

“Thank you for your support and understanding. I am very glad that the Dark Angels Legion can have a friend like you.”

After the seven sentences were finished, Leeno and this thick-browed, square-faced adept exchanged astropathic ciphers and codebooks, and a secret talk ended.

Astropathic ciphers are used to send and receive astropathic messages to each other, and codebooks are used to translate each other's encrypted messages.

Leeno thought that providing free technical guidance to the Dark Angels was enough to make up for the Dark Angels' weakness in numbers.

Now, looking at the Word Bearers' potential for mass producing troops, he realized that this was far from enough.

“Let me see, what is Keane's astropathic cipher…”

A string of words on the document came into view, and Leeno nodded slightly, recognizing that this was a private astropath's cipher.

It seems that Keane is not as simple as an adept.

Leeno wrote an encrypted astropathic message in the office.

“Golden wheat whispers, runes engraved on silverfrost blades. Starlight shines, floating clouds do not return to the blue sky…”

This encrypted message refers to the sonnets of ancient Terra, the conversion of astronomical parameters of the ephemeris, and dynamic syllables. The encryption coefficient is extremely high. People without a codebook cannot decipher the content.

The most important thing is that Leeno provided different codebooks to different trade representatives.

The sentences translated by these representatives are not exactly the same, and only the result translated by the Dark Angels is correct.

This avoids the embarrassment of the astropathic secret message he sent being deciphered by someone who is not the communication target but has a codebook.

To translate this secret message into Low Gothic, only three sentences are needed to summarize all the content:

“I have discovered a more efficient synthesis formula than the first-generation synthetic starch preparation technology. I can upgrade it for you. I hope to discuss my requirements in person!”

…

…

On the other side, Word Bearers Chaplain Xaphen was carrying the synthetic starch formula as he left.

The ship they were traveling on was a Lunar-class heavy cruiser strike cruiser.

This ship has maneuverability and cruising capabilities comparable to those of a Lunar-class cruiser.

Its powerful defensive performance allows it to withstand enemy fire while forcibly jumping into the warp during battle.

Heavy cruiser strike cruisers are well suited for transporting valuable cultural relics, holy objects, and technological data, but their cost is twice that of ordinary cruisers, so only certain wealthy legions will have spare ships to use for armed escorts.

The Word Bearers Legion is a typical example of being wealthy.

Before Monarchia was destroyed by the Ultramarines, the number of Word Bearers Legionnaires had already firmly held the second seat.

After Monarchia was destroyed, Lorgar found the direction of the future during his 'Pilgrimage'.

In recent years, he has been fighting on all sides with a hundred times more enthusiasm than before, and has been recovering lost worlds for the Imperium at a much faster rate than in the past.

At the same time, he also did another thing.

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That is, to embrace the pain of the Imperium, and to embrace the rebellious worlds and the worlds on the verge of destruction with his own love and care.

The rebellious worlds need to be pacified, and the worlds on the verge of destruction need to be rebuilt, both of which require a lot of funds and energy.

Lorgar bought them from their original owners and had his governors rebuild these miserable worlds.

The governors had no regrets, and even did not need Lorgar to provide them with funding.

Because Lorgar made a promise to his governors that when their worlds were turbulent due to natural and man-made disasters such as food shortages and rampant diseases, they would also receive the same assistance, and would never be sold, abandoned, or shelved.

The Emperor does not love the Word Bearers, but Lorgar, as the gene-father of the Word Bearers, loves every one of his citizens.

This is his golden signature, sung by all the Imperial worlds he conquered.

All the worlds that submitted to Lorgar got rid of the plague after he completed his pilgrimage, and the population exploded.

With the new technology for preparing synthetic starch, these worlds will completely bid farewell to hunger and usher in a second transformation.

The Word Bearers Legion's homeworld, Colchis, is the most typical example.

White stone bricks form spires and courtyards, and the ubiquitous praise and singing make this city full of sacred atmosphere.

The noise on the street is isolated by three layers of vacuum glass, and the atmosphere in the scriptorium at the top of the capital tower is peaceful and serene.

Lorgar was writing at his desk, transcribing a classic excavated from ancient ruins.

Whispers came from the corridor outside the scriptorium.

"Xaphen, is the mission completed?"

"Erebus, the mission is half completed."

Facing the inquiry from Erebus, the First Chaplain of the Legion, Xaphen's voice sounded both self-reproachful and fearful:

"We brought the complete formula, but due to some things, we failed to sign a further cooperation agreement with Lino Warrick."

Erebus asked in a reproachful tone:

"What prevented you from executing Aurelian's order?"

"My lord, the matter is like this…"

The whispers in the corridor disturbed Lorgar's thoughts.

As a gene-father, his hearing far surpassed that of ordinary people, and even if the person outside the door lowered his voice, he could hear clearly.

"Erebus, come in and talk, I also want to know why Xaphen failed to sign a contract with Warrick."

"Yes." Erebus responded outside the door, gently pushed open the door, and walked in with a poker face with nasolabial folds, followed by Xaphen, who was faintly indignant.

Lorgar put down his pen, stood up from the writing desk, came to the window with his hands behind his back, looking out at the prosperous scene outside, the white scholar's robe on his body was as bright as pure wings:

"Speak, Xaphen, speak slowly. I can see that the flames of anger are flowing in your heart. I will listen to your words, and I hope you can calm the ripples in your heart."

Xaphen knelt on one knee, looked up at the figure in front of the window, and the bottom of his eyes reflected the faint light on the other party's white robe:

"Father, Lino Warrick arranged works of art matching their cultural traditions for each visiting trading team. The Blood Angels saw the legion logo constructed with dahlias and irises, the Imperial Fists saw metal sculptures made of gold, and the Salamanders were greeted by dark iron felt and a blazing furnace."

"Near the main building of the manor, our team saw a vine-covered corridor hanging with parchment scrolls. Those parchment scrolls recorded some words that blasphemed our teachings. It was because of this that I was angry and decided not to sign a deep cooperation agreement with Warrick."

"Continue, what is written on the parchment scroll?"

Lorgar stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes fluttering, blending with the clouds in the sky.

Xaphen said cautiously:

"The chains of praise are stronger than the shackles of punishment, because those who are bound by chains will kiss every link and call it a sacred pattern.

"If the chain is forged and kissed by your own hand, should it be called a sacred pattern, or a prison that cannot see the shackles?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lorgar's body visibly shook, and the aura around him changed from gentle to cold, and even the bright sunshine outside the window could not dispel the chill.

The nasolabial folds on Erebus's face deepened a few points, his eyes became more and more gloomy, and his hands clenched into fists, and his knuckles clicked.

As the First Chaplain of the Legion, Erebus was Lorgar's mentor and prophet on the path of faith.

His speculation on human nature is often to the point, and he is good at launching fatal attacks from the weakest part of the enemy's mind.

He immediately figured out Warrick's worldview and the intention of the other party to arrange the vine corridor.

Erebus said coldly:

"Lino Warrick adheres to the Emperor's Imperial Truth, and he doesn't understand the weight of faith at all. Such a person is not worthy of being our partner. We misjudged him. He invented the new synthetic starch purely to earn Throne Gelt, not to be as benevolent and kind-hearted as Aurelian."

Lorgar turned around, slowly walked towards Xaphen, helped the other party up from the ground, and asked gently:

"Did you destroy these heretical words?"

"Father, we will never tolerate such remarks existing in the world, and we tore up all the parchment scrolls on the spot."

Lorgar nodded lightly, with approval in his eyes:

"It was wise of you not to sign a deep cooperation agreement with Warrick. I have no reason to punish you. In fact, your steadfastness in faith is witnessed by me and Erebus. Now go and rest, a new crusade is waiting for us."

"Yes." Xaphen bowed and saluted, retreated and left the scriptorium, and closed the door by the way.

"Show me the formula." Lorgar took the paper document from Erebus, walked to the table and sat down, reading while saying:

"Erebus, I just wanted to talk to you about our plan. Any important news recently?"

"Yes." Erebus responded thoughtfully:

"The construction of the 'Corridor of Pain' is going smoothly, and so is the 'Hook of Suicide'.

"The rebellious Imperial worlds are holding back one-tenth of the Imperial Guard, and the war in Ullanor is holding back nearly one-half. It is estimated that in a few months, when the scourge of the Orks is rampant throughout the Imperium, more Imperial Guards and Legions will be dragged into the quagmire of the battle. At that time, the fleet of the Randan Alliance will bring real pain to the 'Corridor of Pain', and that series of star regions will become the scars of the Imperium, and only you can heal them.

"In addition, the 'Hook of Suicide' targeting that one is in the process of evolution, and when the time is ripe, it will bring unforgettable pain to that being."

Lorgar asked, "How long will it take for the Randan Alliance to return to the northern part of the galaxy?"

Erebus said:

"According to the news from Mocha, the Randan fleet will need at least five months to enter the galaxy. The reason for such a delay is attributed to the Oenians. The warp space beacons they built are really not very good in quality, and the calibration of the navigation lanes has not been smooth."

Lorgar was not surprised by this.

It's already pretty good that a bunch of pig-like creatures addicted to mating can build a warp space beacon.

Lorgar returned the formula to Erebus, picked up the quill that he had put down not long ago, and prepared to continue transcribing the classics:

"Let's give Mocha some more time, and don't urge it. During this period, we must build up the industry of preparing new synthetic starch, use food to build a good relationship with the governors who are rebuilding the Corridor of Pain, and try to pull them to our camp as much as possible."

Erebus didn't know what bad idea he had in mind, and a viper-like sinister light flashed in his eyes:

"I heard that the current governor of Epimeteus is rebuilding the planet on Granitus V in the Corridor of Pain. His name is Vladryk Vogastus, and he is the father-in-law/son-in-law-to-be of Lino Warrick. Perhaps we can do this when implementing the 'Corridor of Pain' plan…"

Erebus's voice became low, mixed with the sound of the wind outside the window, like the sound made by sneaky rats scurrying in the corner.

"Okay, you go and prepare. I hope that the Imperial Truth that Lino Warrick adheres to can save his father-in-law by then."

Lorgar and Erebus smiled at each other, the latter got up and took his leave, leaving Lorgar alone in the scriptorium.

The room was full of sunlight, but strangely there was not a trace of warmth.