Warhammer: Start with a dog

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"What?" Ramizane asked in surprise, "Why is the proportion of labor costs in the next year's fiscal budget so low? I thought we had to prepare a large part of the salary expenses?"

"That's right. My lord, because we now have a large number of newly surrendered chapter serfs (*The original word is this translation, and no better translation has been found for the time being) working for our newly reclaimed areas and forge worlds."

Sitting opposite him was the boss's surprise that his baby Perturabo BC accidentally let slip - the Zamyrax-Yulong improved mecha soldier that once used the pseudonym "White Reese" and made him jealous for a long time - no wonder the Decima sage always said "It's impossible to find exactly the same good materials" - Sigismund, nicknamed "Western Sword Fairy", was being looked at by him with a smile, and at the same time reporting to him on the progress of the work.

As for why the chapter leader, the archon, and the half-body of the primarch asked Sigismund, who didn't feel his legs sore at all, to sit down - it was because he had seen too many chess pieces standing up, and it was a different flavor to see this one sitting and holding a report. [Gutai swear words] Jida Buliu can't even make money lying down! He actually didn't raise the proportion of Xijianxian to plastic!

Of course, the first Supreme Marshal of the Black Templar, who has been fully transformed into a robot, is very accustomed to this kind of perverted gaze or fanatical admiration.

After all, whether before or after his death, he, Sigismund, has always been the focus of attention - not to mention, when he was a poor boy who could not protect others and could only watch his companions being killed, the Midnight Lord said to him "We are here for you" when he was conscripted!

Yes, the fact is quite hellish that Sigismund was actually a talent discovered by the Midnight Lord from the gang slums when he went to recruit soldiers.

Later, he was identified by Ms. Astarte and believed that although he also had the talents of the 12th, 16th and a small part of the 19th Legion, he was more suitable for the genes of the Imperial Fist, and finally assigned him to the 7th Legion.

After that, he arrived at the moon, where the female leader of the lunar gene sect, Heliosa-37, and her daughter personally performed further biochemical implantation surgery on him. After that, he met Fafnir Lane, who later became one of the Seventh Legion's Ryan Court Stewards, and then became the first Chapter Master of the Executioner Chapter.

In general, the poor boy with excellent talent survived from desperate situations, was manually modeled by the gene master, met outstanding friends, and had a brilliant combat career from dueling pits to fighting aliens to fighting rebels. He killed the fallen Fulgrim and survived from his hands. He was favored by the Emperor, and the Primarch was helpless. In the end, he took a piece of the Seventh Legion's property and founded his own sect, and finally became a master of the generation.

Apart from the old Phalanx, the Black Templars were much richer than the Imperial Fists from which they came in terms of all aspects in their subsequent development. They were indeed a disposable, mass-produced champion organization that a certain old man on the throne loved very much. This was too far off topic. Sigismund's death came from the duel with Abaddon, who became the Warmaster in the first Black Crusade. All these extraordinary things made him a real non-mass-produced hero.

Of course, all these events had been thousands of years ago. Perhaps only Sigismund himself remembered the details of these events, but he didn't know that the person who knew these things was His Highness La Perturabo, who was smiling and staring at him.

Although he didn't know why His Highness Ramizane stared at him with a face that was not very suitable for such a smile, and smiled so kindly and joyfully, it did not affect Sigismund's continued reporting to him dutifully. Why did he let the former Imperial Fists and later Black Templar leader come up to take over? That was another explanation.

1. The Black Templars and the Imperial Fists are now well-organized and effective organizations in Wandering Port and Iron Blood. The Black Templars are especially obedient. They will not refute anything Sigismund says, and their combat effectiveness is also high on average. They also have their own ships, which is very useful.

2. The Iron Warriors brought back by the Maelstrom can only fight and kill. Their transformation procedures are very simple and lack a lot of original brainwashing documents. They are not very useful for administrative purposes. They are just filler babies. The Iron Warrior veterans only have two or three kittens, not to mention that there are still veterans who have not returned and are lying in the infirmary waiting for Hongso to return...

3. Hongso deceived... caught... and smuggled back half of the Ultramarines' Fifth Company. Most of them were seriously injured. Considering the Dreadnoughts, the Mechs, or rebuilding a large number of limbs, there is no time for biological cultivation. Now they are all in the tank. At most, a few good brains can be used as thinkers, but there is nothing to do when encountering some work that requires personal communication or inspection;

Fourth, the strengths of the Emperor's Children are not here, and they are still in the withdrawal period and are not suitable for work. Although the Iron Hands have calculation mages and calculation meetings, their body structure cannot be used with others, and they cannot increase their speed. Besides, the hazy star field where Medusa is located is not a peaceful place. Fulgrim Ishtar and Ferrus now have to work remotely and may leave at any time. At the same time, they will not interfere with Perturabo's management of this area;

Five, Magna Dorn... Magna has a wealth of theoretical knowledge under the guidance of a furry teacher, but now he has been sent back to focus on the planet that receives the Cadian refugees - the world must be transformed, it must be greatly transformed, orbital platforms and star rings must be built, etc., it must be built! Even those who are lying in the infirmary must be rescued by Honso, and it is too late to send them over as helpers.

In summary, the management of Wandering Port was finally initiated by Ramizane, decided by Perturabo, assisted by Thirteen... Thirteen Primarchs, and hosted by Sigismund.

As mentioned above, after screening and quarantine, it was found that most of the Iron Warriors brought back by Honso actually became Iron Warriors after M32, so in fact, none of them had learned the most important part of the Iron Warriors' practical skills. Honso had to reopen the Iron... Destiny Iron's medical laboratory. In addition to treating and saving people, he had to seize the time to re-brainwash them and instill a full set of practical knowledge of the Fourth Legion.

Since he was the only pharmacist here, Hong Suo was busy as a centrifuge. Even those who came to arrest him for hanging the bridge were driven away by his anger: "What? The bridge?! I'm too busy now! I don't have time to hang the bridge on Macragge! Even the Destiny Steel can't do it!"

Not to mention how much time Hong Suo spent cursing behind closed doors after reading the actual genetic test reports of this group of Iron Warriors - a Moon Wolf and a Prince who were curious and didn't deliberately eavesdropped could only hear the master of pharmacy muttering something maliciously like "Carkato, don't let me find you" when he left the room.

"Chapter serf..." Sigismund saw the other party covering his face with one hand. "Please, let's do some capitalism... Feudal dependency is too lame..."

"What do you mean...?"

"Nothing." The other party sat up straight, "You have to eat one bite at a time. Let's discuss again why more newcomers choose to become serfs instead of accepting the wage system and then deal with it..."

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When Robert Guilliman found a part of his brother in his brother's workshop, he was surprised by what he saw.

"What?" A part of his brother, or the body, was sitting at a workbench inside, looking at the visitor who had just been allowed in, "Hello, camera... Guilliman, what do you want to see me for?"

No, it was not because he was surprised to see Perturabo's body leisurely drinking coffee and reading a book in Perturabo's workshop, but...

The thirteenth Primarch's eyes took in every detail of the place.

The fullness and chaos of this room have a wonderful harmony and a vague sense of purpose...

Yes, it's the handrail.

Everything showed that this was prepared for a room owner who had difficulty walking or had problems with the waist or lower limb joints.

The tools and things that needed to be taken were all at a convenient height, and the tabletops, cabinets and other furniture formed a series of support points just at elbow height.

...Perturabo's body did have a balance problem when walking, which a Primarch should not have, but was his condition actually that bad? The soul split and the body separated due to the forced escape... The situation was indeed not optimistic no matter how you looked at it.

Guilliman cleared his throat.

"Nothing, but I think I need to talk to you."

"Oh? About what?"

"About... how do you view the Empire and our enemies now. - Since you have fled the Empire, you are ruling here in the name of the Empire. If you are the enemy of the Empire, you are more like neither side than Chaos. Finally, you did not launch an expedition, nor did you focus your production capacity on recruiting soldiers and arms production. So how do you plan to fight back and defend? Your actions make me feel contradictory."

"Well..."

La Mi Zain put his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers, and began to patiently explain some views to the Thirteenth Primarch.

La Mi Zain pointed out that whether it was the original Imperial Truth or the current state religion, in terms of beliefs, in a sense, this is probably where Chaos is far inferior to the Empire.

No matter how hypocritical and corrupt the Empire is, at least it can pretend to have some ideals and beliefs even if it is pretending, not to mention that it is really devout.

Facts have proved that even pretended ideals and beliefs are much stronger than naked and unconcealed primitive desires.

The state religion and the Emperor of the Empire have a natural belief in suppressing other forces, so it is not that difficult for the Imperials to reach a consensus on a general direction and the execution of major events; on the other hand, Chaos is essentially a loose sand of warlords and bandits, and it is difficult to reach a consensus on the general direction.

Therefore, it is natural that the Black Legion is regarded as a new hope by some Chaos traitors.

However, it is also natural that Chaos will always be more difficult to turn the tables after the tree falls and the monkeys scatter.

Moreover, if Chaos is defeated or nearly destroyed, it would be fine if it can cause a new look inside and outside the galaxy; if the ecological niche they vacate cannot be filled in time (for example, the population and the number of Space Marines are actually not enough anyway), then if the vacant niche is filled by a group of more harmful and vicious creatures that are more difficult to remove, it is better to keep it as it is and put it aside.

Besides, we can't just look at what is in front of us, we have to look ahead and look ahead.

You see Chaos Demons are so brutal and evil, and think they are the bottom line of darkness and fear in this universe; but have you ever considered that when you see non-humans in the future, you will understand that there is an abyss below this bottom line.

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Similarly, you see that the Empire is so corrupt and incompetent that it is dying, but at least there is a shell to use as a name. It is better to have a name than no name, but don't take it seriously.

This is the reason why Ramezan and Perturabo prefer to rely on themselves outside the power system of the Empire and are unwilling to be with Chaos.

But even so, someone must understand this and be willing to work together to work hard, fast and fiercely.

Now that the galaxy is in chaos, they can just go the way of surrounding the solar star region from the fringe star region!

So Ramezan looked at the 13th Primarch opposite, and his expression was obvious.

Obviously, a galactic-level super internal affairs thinker like Robert Guilliman is definitely not someone who doesn't know what's good for him or has a confused mind.

However, even with his brain, he was still stagnant for a long time before he finally nodded slowly.

"... I know, I will stay here for the time being on this matter..."

"We still need to communicate in time. Both me and him are fine."

"... OK."

Then the thirteen primarchs saw that his fourth brother's body was obviously relieved, and the unattainable and mysterious temperament quickly disappeared, and the feeling of fatigue and wanting to lie down climbed up his eyebrows again.

Guilliman also slowly tightened his eyebrows: It seems that Perturabo's body is indeed very bad, and the process of escaping from the Terra cage is definitely not as smooth as he said. Yes, if it was that simple, how could he not arrive in time that year...

And the person opposite him with drooping eyelids actually thought in his mind:

Although they finally reached a preliminary alliance face to face, it is still a long way from being unbreakable, but it is better than nothing.

Moreover, in a short period of time, there may be a large area of ​​space-time turbulence in the galaxy. In fact, they can't really do anything with these people in hand in a short period of time. In total, if the Iron Heart Fleet taken away by Angron Petra is not counted, their current strength can barely make up a relatively full-staffed Holy Order Corps; this may also be one of the reasons why some departments of the Empire acquiesce to the development here-don't mention the ant hole dam, everyone understands the reason, but always delaying the dispatch of troops for too long and waiting until it is too obvious to cover up before dispatching troops is a characteristic of the Empire, which must be tried.

Now everything is lacking, but the Queen of Glory and the fortress are not lacking.

God has mercy on us. In addition to Cadia, which has obtained 30 million soldiers and civilians, there are more than 10 million people who meet the recruitment standards in Wandering Port.

These numbers are all mortals. Even if they can screen and recruit qualified candidates for space warriors from them, not only do they need enough time and pharmacists, but this number is also a drop in the bucket on the scale of the galaxy-just the diameter of the Rubicon II galaxy where they are now to the outer dust cloud is about 2 light years.

The number seems small, but it is 26.4908 trillion kilometers when converted into kilometers. Moreover, the void is not a flat defense, and it needs to consider the ups and downs and lefts and rights.

Don’t you see that the solar system to the Oort Cloud is only about 3 light years away. The Imperial Guards have deployed many fortresses and combat teams inside and outside, claiming to be impregnable, but they were still exploited under people’s noses. Not only did a certain sage work diligently on Mars for 10,000 years to create hundreds of thousands of new species of Astartes and equipment, but even the cult of the Holy Terra Nest is still not completely wiped out, not to mention the nest of Genestealers that has grown to this day!

Alas, thinking about it this way, there are so many things to do... While Guilliman is being fooled and has not decided to rush back to Macragge immediately, I have to assign him more tasks...

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The capital of Macragge, Magna City

Digris dragged his tired body and sat cross-legged in the private meditation room of the Hera Fortress.

In front of him were scattered tarot cards, animal bones, sand, grass stems, coins, or other common divination props.

Each one showed him a revelation, indicating that major changes were about to happen, and a team of dead, non-existent, aliens, and demons would appear in Macragge.

The Chief Librarian frowned.

But why was there a "four" in each omen?

Four?

What does this mean?