Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

"Prince Regent, do you still distrust our loyalty when you reorganize the Star Chapter again?"

When a chapter leader of a sub-corps raised this pointed question, most of the interstellar chapter representatives in the conference room invariably got excited.

This is also the question they want to ask. The centralization of power by the Ministry of Military Affairs will inevitably greatly reduce the autonomy of the interstellar war groups.

Most interstellar subgroups only have a thousand members. This number gives them little room to fight against power. If their autonomy is further reduced, wouldn't they be at the mercy of others?

Faced with such questioning, Guilliman showed no displeasure on his face.

Because he understood very well that the Astartes monks did not have many ambitions for power. All they wanted was to protect themselves.

Over the past ten thousand years, because of the Codex Astartes, these warriors who fought bloody battles were often fooled by mortal power because they could not unite.

With the blood of demigods flowing through them, they not only have to devote their lives to the empire, but they must also always beware of the backstabbing of bureaucrats.

This contributed to their sensitivity to power.

Guilliman's voice softened and he answered the question seriously.

"On the contrary, this move is not to doubt your loyalty, but to affirm your loyalty. The promulgation of this decree is not only for the concept of the expedition, but also for the protection of the Astartes monks."

"In the past, my promulgation of the Codex Astartes was just a desperate move for that special period."

"Now that the empire has new communication facilities, when this decree is promulgated, the Star Sub-Regiment can unite his brothers to form a larger legion. The empire's legion size will once again return to an establishment of more than ten thousand people, and the military affairs The reason why the Ministry wants to centralize power is to be more flexible in facing various war situations in future war situations."

Guilliman rigorously explained each question.

The Codex Astartes was born during the special period of the Horus Heresy.

Guilliman's original intention in formulating this bill was just to get through those difficult years and reduce the impact of the rebellion on the empire, which was already on the verge of collapse.

This holy book can be used for ten thousand years, which is something he never thought of. Now it is inevitable to make adjustments.

Hear Guilliman's answer.

The eyes of many representatives of the interstellar battle groups lit up unconsciously.

Although Guilliman did not say it explicitly, everyone in the meeting knew very well what the restoration of the strength of ten thousand men meant to the Astartes.

A sub-regiment of a thousand people may be fooled by bureaucrats, but a legion of ten thousand people will hardly have this trouble.

Why do the Space Wolves dare to throw the Inquisitor into a pig pen?

It is because of their unity.

"My Lord Regent, thank you for your answer and for your trust in our loyalty."

The Chapter Leader said from the bottom of his heart.

Dukel witnessed the conversation between the Prince Regent and the Chapter Master.

In fact, he was the first to propose restoring the Space Marines to the size of the Ten Thousand Husbands.

For the Second Great Crusade, which is about the revival of mankind, the current loose structure of one regiment per thousand of Space Marines is completely unable to support the large army combat mode that they may face in the future.

And more importantly - today's empire does not need to fear the rebellion of the Space Marines at all.

It's not that Duker is brave enough to disdain the power of the Space Marines.

But once this system with virtual realm technology as its underlying structure was established, it was destined that it would be almost impossible for Duker to lose control of the empire.

Just imagine, even if one day in the future, a large army really launches a rebellion——

Duker only needs to cut off their virtual communication and star map navigation, and they will immediately lose their sense of direction in the stars and become deaf and blind.

If the Emperor was in the warp at this time, a warp storm would happen.

At the same moment, they will become cripples unable to make interstellar jumps.

A deaf, blind, and lame interstellar warband. The rebellion they caused had an almost negligible impact on the Empire.

The Chapter Leader's questions were answered satisfactorily.

But more doubts about the new bill fell on the regent like snowflakes.

The meeting entered the boring question-and-answer session.

Although the regent was still able to answer every question humbly and politely.

But the other Primarchs were getting tired of it.

After half a day.

Young Sanguinius was the first to break the deadlock. He sat on the throne and yawned seemingly unintentionally.

The Blood Angels on the side immediately understood and gathered around.

Dante then forcibly removed their genetic father from the meeting room, ignoring Sanguinius's "protests" on the grounds that the primarch was unwell.

When the Lion King saw this, he frowned slightly.

Soon, a Dark Angel hurried over at the right time and handed a paper document into his hands.

The lion looked at the document, his eyes narrowed slightly at first, and then his eyes widened angrily.

Then he stepped off the throne and left the scene in a hurry.

No one dared to stop him, and no one dared to ask why.

Seeing this, Duker looked at the Regent.

Ignoring the other party's retaining eyes, Duker walked out of the conference hall in a swagger.

"Lord Regent, do the hive worlds that attract soldiers and the death worlds of low value also need to be reformed?"

"Lord Regent, the new recruits of the Astra Militarum need to undergo rigorous training. Can they meet the needs of the war?"

"Lord Regent, do we have to use the taxes of the people of the empire to support the development of those backward primitive worlds?"

"Lord Regent, it is rumored that you have a close relationship with Everene of the Death Army, and it is said that there are semi-elven space warriors in the Ultramarines Army."

"Your Majesty the Regent"

Guilliman was left alone, drowned by the intensive voice of questions.

After Duker left the conference hall, he quickly came to a secret room.

There is a guest who has been waiting here for a long time, and Duker needs this guest to complete some secret things so that he can consolidate the results he has achieved in the upcoming Great Expedition.

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Zhuoni Kareman sat alone in the room, stroking her long, fiery red hair. This slightly curly hair and bright color had almost become a symbol of her uniqueness in the border area of ​​the galaxy.

However, she was a little uneasy, not knowing how this conspicuous long hair would be evaluated in the eyes of the great original body.

Her fingers gently slid across her smooth face and equally bright red lips.

Zhuoni's face showed the unique wildness and arrogance of people from the Galaxy Frontier. As a lady who controlled a huge merchant dynasty at a young age, she should not have shown the attitude of a little daughter.

But when she thought about the great being she was about to face, her heart was beating wildly.

Zhuoni looked at himself again. His hot figure and decent clothes were like a blooming red rose, and his every move had a charm that men could hardly resist.

She knew very well what extraordinary significance this meeting would have for her and her business dynasty.

If we say that the Rogue Traders are the empire’s last pioneering courage.

Then this great being is the embodiment of imperial courage.

Even a lady like her who is in charge of a huge dynasty and has created such a great reputation in the galaxy border can't help but feel admiration after hearing about the other party's epic deeds.

She longs for more understanding and more contact with each other. She was a little dry and licked her lips, thinking wildly in her mind.

Suddenly, Zhuoni thought of the majestic body of the original body, and her thoughts became more and more distorted. She didn't know what she thought of, and her fair face turned red.

At this time, the sound of "dong dong dong" sounded, and a heavy and powerful footsteps were approaching here.

Zhuoni's mood became more and more nervous at the same time.

Before the great being entered the room, the air in the room became hot due to his arrival.

Zhuoni felt that her whole body was in the flames of courage. When her whole body was melted into the flames, she gradually got used to it.

It felt so comfortable, like well-worn leather. Precious courage becomes so familiar that no other feeling can be remembered.

A man three times her height walked in.

At this time, Duker was not wearing armor. Heavy armor, which was reliable on the battlefield, was extremely inconvenient in daily life, so he just wore a set of black robes.

Muscles as powerful as a beast are ready to emerge from this fragile robe, paired with a handsome face that can make trillions of girls in the galaxy cry.

Zhuoni bowed his head shyly naturally,

"Greetings to you, Supreme Imperial Warmaster, it is my great honor to meet you here alone."

Zhuoni spoke humbly and performed an elegant and complicated etiquette.

Although she lowered her head at the moment, her gaze was still uncontrollably glaring at the other person's wild muscles.

She thought that if the other party knocked her down at this moment, she would be unable to make any resistance.

But what made her feel pity was that Duker did nothing and just asked,

"The current leader of the Kariman merchant dynasty?"

"Yes, sir." Zhuoni tried his best to keep his voice steady.

"Do you know why I summoned you alone?" Duker asked again.

"I don't dare to speculate on my own, please give me some enlightenment."

Duker nodded, "I need you to unite the scattered merchant dynasties, follow my will to establish an effective merchant system, and more actively expand the empire's borders. In my vision for the future , the Xingshang Dynasty is an indispensable force.”

"But Sir, I have no intention of going against your will." When talking about business, Zhuoni's shy expression gradually faded and became more capable, "With the raging subspace storm, the Merchant Fleet is always facing the crisis of capsizing. In such a situation, Under such circumstances, it is difficult for us to enforce your will.”

Zhuoni showed the qualities that a merchant overlord should have.

To be able to achieve a great reputation in the Galaxy Frontier, she cannot be a simple and beautiful vase.

"You don't need to worry about these issues, you just need to show your loyalty to me."

Duker continued, "There are tens of thousands of merchant dynasties in the galaxy. Do you know why I chose you?"

Zhuoni shook his head in confusion.

Although her dynasty is powerful, it can only be regarded as middle-to-upper-class in terms of power, and there is nothing worthy of the original body's fancy.

It couldn't be that the original body fell in love with her beauty, right?

Glancing at the original body's perfect muscle lines that were like works of art, she began to think wildly again.

"Because I saw your last name, Kareman." Dukel said slowly.

Zhuoni raised her head in confusion. Even she herself didn't know what was special about this last name.

Seeing her reaction, Duker felt a little sad.

Ten thousand years is indeed too long, enough to bury many truths in the dust of history.

It is normal for this name to be forgotten.

"Kariman, that is the name of my home planet. There are multiple segments in the suffix of your last name that point to it, so I guess that your ancestors may also be remnants of that planet."

Hearing this, Zhuoni looked shocked.

Seeing her like this, Dukel smiled, and then continued,

"Karyman, even though this ancient pearl has been destroyed in the disaster. But it can still be the reason why I choose you, can't it?"

"I have some selfish intentions, because the family that came out of the same star makes me feel the long-lost nostalgia. At the same time, I also believe that you will not let me down. Do you think my idea is correct? Ms. Zhuoni."

Zhuoni felt the flame-like gaze of the original body staring at her. While she felt stressed, she was also very honored to answer,

"As you hoped, Kareman remains loyal to the Empire."

Duker nodded with satisfaction.

Then he promised her that he would send Void Realm Priests and Mechanic Priests to transform the fleet of the Kareman Trader Dynasty, and transmit the knowledge about the Imperial Beacon to her.

Although in the short term, the main goal of the empire's strategy is still the main body of the galaxy, this does not prevent Duker from entrusting the Hong Merchant Dynasty to build the beacon of the empire on the borders of the galaxy in advance.

With the blessing of these technologies, the Hongshang family will be free from the intrusion of subspace. But accordingly, the Kareman dynasty must offer their loyalty to Dulquer and carry out his will without hesitation.

After clarifying the general direction, Duker stood up and left.

Next, Efilar will be responsible for connecting with the Rong Merchant Dynasty.

"Wait a minute, sir." Zhuoni looked at Dukel who was about to leave with some reluctance.

She spoke with some restraint, "Sir, thank you for informing us of our lost home planet. This information is crucial to the Kareman family. Zhuoni has a gracious request. Can you allow me to call you " 'Ancestor'."

Zhuoni considered his words and spoke slowly.

She had no reason to doubt the information told by Duker, and in the history books of their dynasty, records about their home planet were indeed lost.

In this vast and vast galaxy, the loneliness of floating among the stars without knowing its origin and destination is an extremely painful experience for any family.

Zhuoni's words were filled with true feelings.

What's more important is that this shrewd merchant leader wants to use this relationship to cling to the original body in front of him.

There is nothing shameful in this. The war commander in front of him is the supreme power of the empire. No noble will be willing to miss the opportunity to cling to the other party.

"Ancestor?" Dukel chuckled,

"That title is too young for me, little girl."

After the words fell, Duker walked out of the living room.

Zhuoni was left sitting alone in the room, looking a little disappointed.