Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

After some discussion, these Cadians chose to go to the nest of Tyrone No. 1, while the captain of the merchant ship left his ship in orbit on the dark side of the planet, and then took the transport plane down with them to prepare to collect points. Great stuff to buy and sell.

Everyone, like Creed yesterday, flew in through the gap the transport plane had made in the wall, was stopped by soldiers, put on teleportation protection devices, and then was transported to the new Kato in the bottom nest.

Creed thought that some young leader would come to greet them yesterday, but what came was only a person he had not seen yet.

The visitor immediately introduced himself: "Gray. There is no need to mention your names. I know them all. The legion commander just explained them to me."

"Follow me." Gray led everyone towards the residential area in the city center.

No one, including Creed, expected that the city in this bottom nest was actually quite clean and tidy, with two words standing out in all matters: order.

Except that the natural environment is really not comparable to the nest, everything else is pretty good.

Not far away, a drone flew over, its heavy explosive arrow aimed at everyone.

Creed and others instinctively reacted to prepare for battle, but the drone only scanned for a moment, and then put away its heavy bolts to scan the residents of the local city.

The surveillance-like mission carried out by this drone was completely necessary in Creed's opinion. He knew what the bottom nest was like. In addition to various mutant monsters, there was also a mixture of good and bad.

But it's hard to say how the drone scanned, whether it was controlled by someone or whether it had hateful intelligence integrated into it.

Creed's superiors winked at him, signaling him to ignore these minor details and focus on the main goal.

"The legion commander has allocated a room for you. You can use fresh water at will, and food will be delivered to you by logistics machinery."

"No matter where you are, as long as you encounter a logistics machine and it detects that your stomach is empty, it will give you a piece of food."

Gray said as he walked.

At this time, a logistics machine flew from the sky and landed on the ground, blocking everyone's way.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, what the hell is this?" Creed stared at the logistics machinery.

A smooth black ball, surrounded by claws and cable-like arms, it looked like an insect monster he had slaughtered on a certain imperial world.

This weird thing made Creed and his comrades feel uncomfortable and suspicious, but after their eyes moved up, the discomfort and suspicion disappeared instantly.

Because they saw an imperial double-headed eagle logo stuck on the logistics machinery.

Only Gray knew that the double-headed eagle on the logistics machinery was a current one and did not originally exist.

"Database entry completed." The logistics machinery made a cold electronic sound, and the anti-gravity engine pushed it to fly to the next place it should go.

Creed continued to follow Gray and came to a building in the city center, then took the elevator to the top floor.

Creed's comrades include both men and women, but they do not require men and women to be separated, but live together very naturally.

Gray's mission ends here.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, Creed suddenly asked: "Soldier, except for the extra shoulder cannon, what is the difference between your power armor and other people's power armor? Is it stronger than theirs?"

"This is the power armor handmade by the legion commander. It cannot be compared to mass-produced equipment." Gray said.

"Is he a craftsman? Why is his handmade power armor so strong?" Creed asked again.

Gray didn't answer this time, turned around and left silently.

Creed thought everything here was strange, but he didn't show it. He silently took out his quill and started writing a plan to train the army here.

"Don't take it too seriously, you really want to turn them into the Astra Militarum." The superior came over and said to Creed.

"I have to pay attention." Creed raised his head, "because the disorganized army here makes me feel uncomfortable."

…

In the next few days, Reed made plans, and then occasionally went to the military camp in the bottom nest to inspect and look for opportunities to get to know each other with the officers.

Creed even received an ordinary piece of power armor.

Most officers at the regimental commander level are not willing to see Creed. They have heard of the reputation of the Cadians, but they do not think that Creed's training will be of any benefit to their soldiers, because the armies of both sides have their own differences. The fighting styles are all different.

Only when Creed came to the 47th Regiment did he meet his first regimental-level officer in these days, Klein.

"With all due respect, your troops are very disorganized and poorly disciplined." Creed, wearing power armor, said bluntly while walking in the military camp.

"The 47th Regiment is no longer responsible for fighting, and I also serve as a staff officer, so I have to admit that they are indeed a little disorganized. Both the soldiers and I made mistakes. The 47th Regiment is now responsible for guarding the fortress where the regiment commander is. I think It doesn’t require a lot of discipline at the moment,” Klein said.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, how can an army like yours protect him? How dare he let you stay?" Creed couldn't believe it.

Klein raised his eyebrows and recalled, then said, "He actually didn't need anyone to protect him. He is stronger than us combined."

Creed wanted to say this was impossible, but his attention was suddenly caught by a soldier.

The soldier lowered his head to avoid it, but Creed walked directly in front of him, forcing the soldier to look directly at him.

"Good morning, sirs." The soldier saluted.

"Didn't you say before that cannon fodder wearing a broken cardboard shell is not qualified to talk to you?" Creed asked with a smile.

The soldier in front of me was the one who was mean-mouthed yesterday.

"Sorry, sir." The soldier shook his head, suddenly looked at Creed's power armor again, and smiled: "But you have taken off the paper shell now, so you are qualified to talk to me."

Creed stared at the soldier, and the soldier stared at him.

Klein wanted to stop him, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it. If Creed couldn't handle this soldier, then he wasn't qualified to train everyone.

"Attack me." Creed ordered the soldiers.

"Sir..." The soldier shook his head.

"Attack me, coward." Creed ordered again.

The word coward made the soldiers angry. Everyone here except Creed had persevered in the face of dozens of times the rebel siege in the bottom nest. No one can call himself a coward.

The soldier immediately punched Creed in the head.

When he just punched out, Creed easily grabbed his arm and threw him over his shoulder.

The soldier was beaten to pieces and lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, unable to recover for a while.

Just as he looked up at the sky, Klein stretched out his hand to pull the soldier up, patted the dust on him, and asked him to go to the training ground to avoid the Cadian man.

At this time, Creed found that the relationship between these soldiers and officers was very good, but he also felt that this relationship was one of the reasons for the soldiers' lack of discipline.

After the inspection, Creed immediately revised the plan he had made and customized a plan for each regiment based on what he had seen and heard in each regiment these days.

However, these plans had to be temporarily suspended before they could be implemented.

Because the war is coming again.