Warhammer: Start with a dog

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After celebrating the first day of M31, the selected ships of the 124th and 125th Expeditionary Fleets were ready to set off.

Of course, their morale was high this time, they were fully equipped and had sufficient ammunition. Although they knew that they would follow the Father of Genes to do something very disloyal, their mental state was obviously not affected at all.

This is also very natural.

During Olympia's last major grain harvest season and a river valley harvest season, the use of reasonable machinery, sufficient manpower, and a batch of pesticides and fertilizers that were produced in a hurry brought them an unprecedented harvest, even though the seeds had not yet been fully optimized by drugs.

Other crops interplanted in the fields, various plants found in the confiscated stocks of the Mechanicus Magos, and scientifically raised livestock and poultry with the addition of manpower also brought a richer food.

The redistribution of land, the liberation of slaves and prisoners of war, the re-establishment of the public service system, the fair trials of cases and the "building roads, water and electricity in every village" plan have increased the enthusiasm of the people of Olympia for production and construction, the pride in their children becoming Iron Warriors, and the support for the Lord of Iron to an unprecedented level.

Kelly Fanny commented that she had never been so optimistic in the past 150 years that Olympia was approaching final unification.

The Iron Warriors' battleships also found time to intercept two terrified colonial fleets that happened to be passing nearby.

Because of the relatively slow speed of its ships, such a fleet often needs to sail for more than ten years or even dozens of years to reach the designated colony planet. The Sons of Void born in the process are often not very welcome, and they can't wait for them to leave, so they quickly agree to the request to exchange most of the Sons of Void for resources.

After testing by Soraka's pharmacy department, the situation of these people's genes being torn apart by the rays in the void is currently still within a completely acceptable range.

So, after two deals that satisfied both parties, they exchanged food, fresh water and fuel from the colonial fleet for most of the population they had generated during their years of voyage.

These exchanged people originally thought that they would be treated as coolies and slaves, but they found that they could not only get a guaranteed job in the factory, get temporary dormitories, and eat three meals a day, but also have the care and conversation of priestesses and riverside witches, as well as various Olympia traditional customs forest blind date meetings organized regularly for them.

If a young man who used to eat the allocated starch cakes, drink recycled water and live on a "hot bed" on the ship still resists and refuses to join in at this point, he can only be said to be ungrateful.

Obviously, no one is ungrateful.

So this group of young people born on the ship soon integrated into this place without hesitation, just like a drop of grape juice melting into clear water.

Amid the atmosphere of close friendship between the military and the people, and of seeing off their men to the war, the Lord of Steel, sitting on the Iron Blood, which was ready to go, found himself faced with a new problem.

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"…don't we have a functioning warp drive?"

"Yes, sir."

"Don't we have specific coordinates?"

"Yes, sir."

"Don't we have navigators who also do normal work?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then why is it estimated that it will take more than 45 weeks to sail to Nikaea? This is very tight time, and it is very likely that I will not be able to make it to the meeting I want to prevent. Because I myself don't know when... ahem, the Emperor will convene it."

"This is because, sir," Dantioch said calmly, "our navigator will give you a relatively generous and reasonable itinerary based on your wishes."

"...Well, Barabas, assuming they report a relatively bold time, what would it be?"

"The best case scenario is within four hours, and the shortest under normal circumstances is thirty-six weeks."

"That sounds a lot more optimistic than forty-five weeks. Well, well, I'm not a wizard like Magnus who can help our fleet travel quickly through the warp, but I think the chances of that four-hour plan being successful are certainly not high."

"Oh, right." Ramizane turned to Fricks, who was about to leave but immediately stopped to salute. "I remember that you counted all the warsmiths and their great companies that were assigned to the legion."

"Yes, my lord," the first captain replied, "but I may not have the latest data on those officers who have exceeded the contact time limit or have been seconded and their companies."

"Oh... in that case, it doesn't hurt to ask - where is Barban Falk? I don't think I've seen him here."

A trace of personal emotion that was obviously not happy flashed across Trident's eyes secretly and quickly, and Ramizane suddenly realized that his perception of Freex's mental changes just now was terribly subtle - was it because of the previous mutation?

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"He is not here now, my lord. As I said, Warsmith Barban was one of the people who were seconded - he was seconded by Terra in the name of the Great Crusade Command. I am not sure where they sent him later."

"Did they also second his Dalian?"

"No, sir, it is strange that you should say that. They only seconded him. But since we were short of people at the time, we were relieved that he was not seconded to Dalian."

"No one has ever questioned this?"

"We were... deeply embroiled in a war with the Hrud, my lord. He was borrowed when he returned to Olympia to oversee the last batch of troop transports, forty weeks ago. We were out of reach."

"Send me all his previous service records, battles he participated in, joint combat records, etc."

Chief Trident obviously didn't understand why, but he said nothing and executed it immediately.

“Hmm… As expected… This is very interesting. Even though it’s a small detail. But combined with… a ritualistic… typical… symbol… for…” Ramizane muttered, adding some notes in a notepad-like function inside LOGOS.

"This is a conspiracy that seems crude at first glance, but is actually extremely insidious and sophisticated, like a fishing net that has been pulled up to destroy a family... None of the five are good people, but in the end, the soft monster is still one foot higher."

"grown ups?"

"If my bold hypothesis is confirmed by the results of our voyage... I guess we will most likely meet him in Nikaea. Now, let's plan a faster route to Nikaea."