Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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Within the flagship archive.

Imperial Regent Roboute Guilliman stayed with Calgar.

While Guilliman was immersed in writing, Calgar would report on the war and what was going on in the Chapter, while his genetic father would listen in silence, only occasionally giving orders without raising his head when he needed to express his stance. What should Calgar do.

"The logistics are still being handled by the Tyrone Star Sector. Fortunately, they are doing a good job. Not only the Ultramarines, but also other war groups and mortal troops have never enjoyed such good logistics. Everyone is very satisfied."

When he heard Calgar mention logistics, Guilliman subconsciously raised his head and looked at the porthole.

Outside the porthole is a black circular structure that is handling a large number of transport fleets.

That is the star gate specially built for the Golden Expedition. Fifty percent of the structure is made of black stone. It can not only create the space and time coordinates necessary for star gate navigation in the Eye of Terror, but also suppress Asia within a certain range. The spatial impact can be said to be multi-purpose.

"Logistics is the only thing I can rest assured about." Guilliman withdrew his gaze, "As we speak, at least a thousand transport ships have passed through the star gate and arrived at the fleet, transporting supplies to the giant warehouse in the Arkworld of Otanza. Go...if there are still logistical supply problems, then there is no need for us to fight at all."

"Thank you Lord Tyrone." Calgar nodded, "But I just don't know how long their sector can sustain such a huge consumption of materials."

Hearing the children's concern that the Tyrone sector might not be able to maintain its current logistics supply status for too long, after all, huge amounts of supplies were consumed every minute, Guilliman, who was not worried, looked at Calgar and shook his head slowly.

"Twenty-five years ago, the Tyrone Sector began to use materials other than the Dimension Engine to pay taxes. No one knows whether they really handed over one-tenth of the total output value of the sector. After all, no one can go Investigate them."

"But the amount of taxes they pay is really staggering."

"Those astronomical taxes were transferred to the logistics office I established. They were used to order ships equipped with dimensional engines, to defeat traitors in the empire, and to form a new Astra Militarum...it seemed like there was no end to it. Likewise, I can even use part of it to rebuild the world destroyed by Ultramar in the Plague War."

Having said this, Guilliman smiled: "We are helping each other, whether it is in imperial affairs or personal matters, we are helping each other."

"It's amazing." Calga nodded in admiration, "How come they have such a wealthy economy."

Guilliman did not respond to the Scion's question.

In the opinion of this imperial regent, the economic strength of a normal interstellar civilization should be the same as that of the Tyrone Sector.

Advanced management methods, an economy adjusted in real time by artificial intelligence, and most importantly and indispensable - a faster-than-light navigation method that will not cause the entire shipload of industrial products or food to disappear inexplicably.

Although no one has ever studied the economy of the Tyrone sector, Guilliman himself has not speculated.

The regent felt that it was unnecessary to speculate, and he did not want to speculate, because he vaguely felt that guessing the economic strength of the sector and comparing it with the empire would lead to a terrible result, and that result would only increase his hatred for the current situation of the empire. It has no other function.

"starting from tomorrow."

"Starting with the Mortal Auxiliaries of Ultramar."

Just when Calgar thought that he was just called by the Gene Father for a heart-to-heart talk, Guilliman suddenly handed Calgar what he had written.

The Chapter Master of the Ultramarines took a look at the document and found that it was a plan to rest the mortal regiments in the main force and branch fleets of the Golden Expedition.

Regarding fighting in the Eye of Terror, Guilliman's requirement is that no mortal should be allowed to fight in the Eye of Terror three times at most.

Just like a factory in the industrial world taking a shift break, the mortal corps will start fighting in shifts from now on.

"Why?" Calgar was puzzled, "The duty of a warrior is to fight. Even if there is no time in the Eye of Terror, and the time bubble created by Blackstone technology cannot be equal to the outside time... But the duty of a warrior is to fight. They The moment you rest, you should die in battle.”

After hearing what his proud heir said, Guilliman's face instantly darkened, and his eyes were not as soft as before.

"That's why I actually don't completely regret handing over power to mortals."

Guilliman stood up and spoke slowly.

"At least mortals can know their limits and weaknesses, and at least they won't force mortals to do things they shouldn't do."

"In the Eye of Terror, even within the suppression range of the Black Stone, a mortal will have all kinds of weird problems if he stays here for a long time. These are not problems caused by supernatural phenomena, but also problems caused by the suppression effect of the Black Stone on the soul."

"Mortals are not that tough."

"In addition, it would not be good for a mortal to fight in the Eye of Terror for a while, only to find out that his family is left with only stranger descendants who have reproduced for more than ten generations."

After listening to the words of the Gene Father, Calgar nodded silently.

He had similar thoughts to Guilliman, except that he had been busy managing the war group recently and had not read so many reports on major and minor affairs. He did not know that even if he was in the Eye of Terror, even if he stayed and did nothing, there would be consequences. Less hassle.

He thought that as long as he stayed under the protection of the black stones created by the transcendent beings, there would be no problem.

"I understand you." Calgar put away the document, "I'll do it right now."

"Go." Guilliman nodded.

After watching his heirs leave, Guilliman wanted to deal with the affairs of the Logistics Office he had established, but he recalled Calgar's confusion when he accepted his order just now, and suddenly felt too tired to deal with those things.

The regent walked to the porthole and looked at the transport ships coming and going outside, thinking about the rotation of mortal soldiers in his mind.

The battle has been going on so far, and it doesn't feel like much time has passed.

The war that suddenly turned from a fortified battle to an encounter was won, but the attack on the Skull Fortress had not yet begun.

However, according to reports from the crew of the transport ship coming in from outside the Eye of Terror, the Golden Expedition has been going on for nearly ten years.

The Tyron Sector will allow the soldiers of the Tyron Army to leave the Eye of Terror and go home after fighting several times, and then provide the family members of the Army soldiers with free uses of life-extending technology, as well as the psychological and soul effects left on the soldiers while fighting in the Eye of Terror. Free treatment for many problems.

The Empire could not provide free life-extending technology like the sector did, but Guilliman felt that he could at least prevent those mortal soldiers from going crazy in the Eye of Terror and then being executed by the political commissars.

Fortunately, this is enough.

After all, both the Astra Militarum soldiers themselves and the Imperial Military Department felt that the Imperials were much stronger than the Tyrones.