The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 550 538. The belonging of glory, the sigh of soldiers

While the Ultramarines were preparing, a very large Imperial expeditionary force was ready at the Stargate on the edge of Jericho.

The Obscure Star Territory government has made the most basic preparations for this expedition. The local navy has organized an Emperor-class battlecruiser, a Hyperion-class battleship, an ironclad, and fourteen A huge force composed of 12 Lunar Cruiser-class cruisers and their variants, 41 cruisers and more than 100 small auxiliary battleships and troop transports.

The New Territories Army troops accompanying the Imperial Navy numbered in the tens of millions. Among them were not only conscripted soldiers from unknown areas, but also millions of truly elite troops. For example, the Iron Legion from Armageddon, the jungle warriors of Catachan, the Krieg Legion from the Death World, the devout Macbane personal soldiers, and of course, the most heroic and fearless Cadian at the Cadian Gate. Assault Army.

Theoretically, such a powerful mortal force is enough to support a great expedition, eliminate several alien civilizations, and conquer hundreds of planets. But this is not the war zones of the past. This is Jericho, which is second only to the Eye of Terror in terms of intensity and danger.

In this place, there is a mixture of fish and dragons, heretics, aliens, as well as the forces of the empire, the state religion, and the Mechanicus. This is not only a place to test combat effectiveness, but also a place to test commanders and outstanding political skills. This is why the commander-in-chief of this expeditionary force needs someone with amazing force and an excellent politician.

Because when you come here, you need to handle various local relationships very safely.

For example, if the Inquisition and the Imperial State Church are left in charge, it is very likely that the Imperial Expeditionary Force will be targeted throughout the entire region. If a noble is allowed to sort it out, it is very likely that the expedition will be basically a military parade in name only. The safest thing is to let the right person lead the war.

Although the High Lords Council is very reluctant, and the nobles of the Empire here are also very reluctant, the Astartes, these powerful Emperor's Angels are obviously the best leaders, at least among mortals. They are the best choice until the next Markarian emerges.

In the small officer's garden on the Emperor-class battleship "The Wail of the Heretic", Admiral Grius was enjoying a cup of hot cocoa produced in the paradise world. This unimaginable deliciousness with the fragrance of flowers, It's not something that can be compared to Reca coffee produced in the ordinary industrial world.

After taking a sip of the fragrant sweet cocoa, the whole person can instantly enter a state of refreshment, and it can also make the old general feel that his body is full of strength again. Opposite a pure white marble table was Admiral Uramis, the captain of the ironclad ship "Emperor's Glory". The bearded Admiral Uramis looked at the hot cocoa in the white porcelain cup in front of him and couldn't help but admired it.

"What an unimaginable treat this wonderful drink usually is here, my friend."

After hearing the other party's appreciation, Grius smiled and shook the silver spoon in the bone china tea cup. He looked at the rare and exotic plants from the Imperial Garden World and the Eldar Ark World around him and said with a smile.

"How do you like my garden, my old man?"

"Of course, my friend, the plants here have a natural fragrance and unimaginable beauty. Although they are not as rich in variety, rich and bright as the gardens in my upper-level hive city in Sintila, in such a warship I was really surprised by how exquisite and perfect it was.”

Uramis praised the other party's garden without hesitation for its small size and precision. It was indeed a good place, and it was an Emperor-class battlecruiser. It was possible to have such a flawless and beautiful place in such a compact place. Going to the garden under the stars is indeed refreshing and breathtaking.

After hearing the other party's gorgeous compliment, Grius asked half-jokingly

"Do you want my garden-making family to build such a small garden on your battleship? After such a glorious war, fatigue will definitely hit you. I think you definitely need some rest."

The captain in front of him smiled and rejected the other party's request, and then told the reason

"No, man, that armored ship is old enough and will be decommissioned soon. This expedition is probably the last time this battleship will go out. Next time, I will probably replace it with a new one. Battleship, maybe Hyperion class, or other battleship. After all, that ironclad ship has been driven by our family since my grandfather. They are all admirals, but they all hope to get a new one. Battleship."

After hearing this, Grius nodded in agreement. After all, although the structure of the armored ship is very hard, it was built so long ago that it was even equipped with an old plasma shield instead of a void shield that was later installed. Today, The increasingly grim battlefields of this galaxy are truly an anachronism.

"Merely relying on steel is not enough. Just like there cannot be only those powerful war angels in a war, more mortals need to pay the blood for it."

"But the sad thing is that after every battle, people will only remember the saints and angels who were placed on the church, but no one will care about the glory of our navy and the Astra Militarum."

The captain of the ironclad said angrily, after all, after every war, the names sung by people are only the Astartes and not them. This is indeed unfair in a sense.

Another captain thought the same way. At this moment, he asked

"By the way, when are those Space Marines coming? I heard it's the Ultramarines who are coming this time."

Uramis sneered after hearing this and said in a teasing tone

"That's right, the sons of the great Augustus are full of supreme glory and unimaginable wealth. They are the greatest warriors in the universe, and their merits are sung throughout the galaxy!

Oh, my God, we are attacked by heretics and need rescue. Who will rescue us? It’s the great Space Marines. Thank you to the great Ultramarines. You saved us, but no one took care of us. When these Space Marines were playing cool on the ground, who was using blood and tears for these in space? The angels blocked the attacks of heretics and aliens. "

Hearing such disrespectful words from the other party, the captain in front of him burst into laughter, and then the smile disappeared and turned serious, not because of the other party's words, but because the commander this time was still an Astartes. .

"Yes, but the people think so, the nobles think so, and the state religion is eager to promote it every day. This time, we are destined to follow these angels."

The two navy captains smiled bitterly at each other. It would be useless for them to say too much here. For those angels, the lives of mortals can be crushed. If these reckless men do not pursue any price, Like the Space Wolves, the Inquisition are little more than livestock to be killed.

This is the most basic gap between angels and mortals in this 40th millennium.