"Fikris, what gift have you prepared?" Calgar looked at Fikris, confusion revealed between his brows.
"Ah!! This!!" Fikris was speechless.
How to explain this matter
What a trouble!!
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I thought you guys were giving presents!!
So I went to prepare gifts and also planned to celebrate the Primarch's birthday.
Who would have thought it would be like this!!
I made a big mistake.
Fikris swore to himself that he really didn't expect that the so-called gift from Calgar that Sicarius mentioned was the Colossus of Sky Punishment.
It is a giant battleship capable of destroying the Battle Moon.
He thought they were preparing gifts for the Primarch's birthday.
That's why he prepared the gifts.
He also asked economist Reddy to find a baker and a batch of fine wines that had been collected for many years, hoping to make the original body happy.
Who would have thought that the gift from Calgar that the Primarch had been talking about was actually the giant battleship Colossus of Punishment.
It's not for the so-called birthday at all.
No one prepared any gifts!!
As soon as the giant ship, the Sky Punishment Colossus, appeared, he immediately realized that something was wrong.
He asked Reddy to stop all preparations.
A gag order was also issued, prohibiting anyone involved in this incident from speaking out.
So embarrassing!!
OMG!!
Why would he do such a thing!!
Who would have thought that the Primarch would personally inquire about it.
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Who can come to help save the situation? !
"Gift?" Sicarius looked at Fikris and frowned slightly.
He guessed for days about Calgar's gift.
Could it be that Fikris has technological creations that surpass the current empire
"If you have anything good, why not take it out now? It's better than having Lord Guilliman laugh at us later."
Corvu, Chapter Master of the Nova Chapter, spoke up.
The others nodded as well.
In the final battle with the orc warlord.
All of them believed that there was no way the Imperial Navy could confront a Battle Moon head-on.
It is even more impossible to destroy the orcs' battle moon with the Empire's ships.
But the dramatic change caught them all off guard.
No one expected that the Primarch could create such a behemoth like the Colossus of Punishment in such a short time.
Although it has made use of existing technological creations, it is still very terrifying.
It is definitely not something that anyone else in the empire can do.
The circuit diagram and energy architecture alone is a very complex project.
Not to mention other things.
If the Mechanicus were to tinker with such a project, it would take them hundreds of years to complete it.
Now, it took only a few years for the Primarch and Cawl to create a massive structure like the Colossus of Retribution.
It can also be mass-produced.
What does this kind of thing represent
It means that the human navy will undergo a complete transformation.
The Empire currently has quite a few megastructures.
The Phalanx used by the Imperial Fists.
The Dark Angels' home planet fortress - the Stone Fortress.
The Mechanical Ark of the Mechanical Sage.
A star fortress suspended in the dark void.
And mining bases for mining giant planets.
These are giant structures comparable to celestial bodies.
But it takes an extremely long time to build these huge, giant structures.
It would easily take hundreds or even thousands of years.
The Colossus of Sky Punishment took only a few years to build.
This is undoubtedly a miracle.
It's still a miracle that can be replicated.
When people think about it now, they are still amazed.
In the eyes of everyone, the Thirteen Primarchs have become an extremely mysterious super-technological master.
Only he could complete a giant structure that would take decades or even hundreds of years to build in just a few years.
In his hands, mankind will move towards unparalleled glory.
There is a good chance that there will be another golden age.
That would be an exciting thing.
When Guilliman spoke of Phikris's gift.
The first thing everyone thought of was whether the Primarch had acquired new technology.
What kind of progress and enhancement will the empire gain as a result
Fikris felt everyone's gaze and his face turned redder.
How could he say this without being embarrassed
This is much more difficult than fighting against chaos.
"Fikris may want me to solve the mystery myself. Reddy, bring it up and share the cake and wine among the brothers."
Guilliman spoke loudly in the face of Fikris’ astonished gaze.
Following Guilliman's orders.
Reddy and several men in chef's uniforms came in pushing a huge cake.
Behind them, there were servants carrying boxes of fine wine.
Many chapter leaders stared at the cake in amazement.
Not only them, but also the admirals, knights, and nuns were all shocked.
What the hell!!
Isn’t it technology
Isn’t this a brand new achievement
Why a cake
"Sir, how do you know..." Seeing the cake coming in, Fikris was extremely surprised.
For a moment, he didn't know what to say! !
Didn't he ask Reddy to terminate the plan
Why didn't Reddy terminate the plan
"I know everything, Fikris. This is the flagship my father gave me. I know the location of every secret passage and every secret door better than you do," Guilliman said with a smile.
"What does this mean?" a naval general asked in confusion as he looked at the exquisite, huge cake.
The others also looked confused.
Once again, they guessed wrong.
Fikris's gift wasn't some brand new technology, but a cake?
What the hell is a cake
"This is the gift, everyone." Guilliman looked around at everyone, "We need to understand why we are fighting. Only in this way can we firmly hold the sword. There should not be only war in the dark galaxy. We can never forget our human side."
"Many of you may think that the new gift will be a powerful technological creation, so you will be shocked when you see the cake, but I want to tell you that this gift is also a weapon."
"It is the weapon of our hearts, the weapon that defends us from the temptations of Chaos. Open your eyes, my fellow officers, and see how many worlds have been transformed into hellish infernos, how many of my father's people have endured terrible tortures under the rule of corrupt bureaucrats."
"People have nothing, but are required to work all day for my father's empire. Their average life expectancy does not even reach 35 years, while their wealth is collected by the nobles in the name of the Emperor. This is a sad thing."
"In the empire, we have worshipped the strong and pitied the weak for generations. Can this make us better? No, this approach makes the situation worse and worse."
"Humanity has lost its pioneering spirit and its bloodiness. People have become numb. We recruit a brutal soldier and then turn him into a brutal lord, continuing this vicious cycle."
"As a result, up to now, people have the same attitude towards Chaos and the Empire, which is numbness."
"There must be a fine line between beauty and ugliness. If Chaos offers power to a man who lives in Hell, why should he refuse Hell's invitation?"
"Loyalty to the Emperor is valuable and worth promoting and praising. But we must always be vigilant against those who would do evil and gain benefits in the name of the Emperor. Change begins today. We must always remind ourselves that the purpose of joining the war is to end the war. Fighting war for the sake of war is always stupid."
Guilliman looked at Phikris. "Thank you, Phikris. You have taught us that some things should not be forgotten. We fight to preserve the good of humanity, not to drive it into the abyss."
"Ah!" Fikris was stunned for a moment and couldn't say anything.
He had clearly ordered Reddy to give up the preparations, so how could there still be a cake
Fikris looked at Reddy in confusion and found that she was also smiling at him.
Everyone stood up and applauded, some even cheered.
They will fight for the Primarch and the Emperor's dream.
Until everything is on track.
The Primarch himself picked up a large cake knife.
The knife was so big that it could be considered a machete.
Guilliman used it just right to cut the cake.
After symbolically dividing a few pieces of cake.
Guilliman handed the task over to someone else.
He didn't have much time, and he didn't attend the party just to relax.
When the fate of all mankind is placed on the shoulders of one person.
That person would definitely not be relaxed enough to drink and have fun at a banquet.
He had a plan for attending the party, not just to relax.
Guilliman attended the banquet mainly to award medals to those chapter masters and generals who fought bravely, but also to convey his own reform ideas.
There are many reasons to fight.
If you ask, you will get a variety of answers.
For the empire, for humanity, and also for loyalty to humanity.
Guilliman knew well that the Emperor had sat on the Golden Throne for ten thousand years.
Even the political affairs of Terra are handled by the Supreme Senate.
Allegiance to the Emperor is a joke.
If they were truly loyal to the Emperor, why would the Ecclesiarchy rise? Why would the Senate be so corrupt
As for fighting for humanity, this statement is even more ridiculous.
Aside from Chaos and Aliens, the most serious harm done to the worlds is caused by the corrupt bureaucrats of the Empire.
The Ministry of the Interior made a small mistake regarding planetary taxation.
It can turn the entire planet into a barren land of bones.
The Empire's tax ships will literally scrape the ground to collect the taxes that the planet needs to pay.
If anything is violated, the Imperial fleet arrives to purge the world of disobedience.
The decay of the empire was there for everyone to see.
Eliminating corrupt bureaucrats is the best way to save humanity.
But now, there is a group of people who claim to be the aristocrats of mankind and stand on the opposite side of reform.
Isn't this ironic
In the final analysis, many people fight for honor and for themselves.
Guilliman needs to feed these people with honor, power and benefits.
Only in this way can these people continue to fight.
This is one of the reasons for holding the celebration.
Guilliman hated this kind of thing, but he had to admit that he needed these means to win over these loyalists and consolidate his base.
After completing the awarding of honors, Guilliman withdrew from the banquet.
His status was too high, and it was not a wise decision for him to stay at the celebration party.
It will make those people feel restrained and unable to let go.
People will be more comfortable when he leaves.
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The Righteous Fury troop transport.
The Empire has many troop transports of this level.
Their mission is to transport the Empire's soldiers from this world to that world.
Once the voyage was launched, few soldiers were able to board the ship returning to their home planet.
The Milky Way is really huge, so huge.
If you are not careful, decades or even a hundred years may pass.
Not to mention going home, if you are not careful you might die in a foreign land and your soul won’t be able to return.
In this era when darkness is approaching, being able to survive on the battlefield for a few years is considered a blessing from the Emperor.
Still want to go home.
Stop dreaming.
A carnival for ordinary soldiers was held in the cabin of the Path of Justice.
After careful consideration by the imperial high-level officials.
These Astra Militarum soldiers were also allowed to enjoy events to celebrate the Empire's victory.
Hawke stood in the crowd, toasting with his brothers in the Corps.
Celebrate victory.
And celebrate that you are still alive.
Compared to how he looked a few years ago, he has changed a little bit now.
The dullness left by long-term labor has faded, and his eyes and face have become more weathered.
His eyes were no longer cynical, but became calm.
Having seen more deaths, I also realized the dangers of the battlefield.
The battles over the years also made him understand what a terrible and bloody price he had to pay for the survival of the empire.
His left hand has been transformed into a metal prosthesis.
The original arm had been chopped off by the orcs long ago and there was no way to reattach it.
In a battle with orcs.
The Imperial forces were surprised, lost the battle, and breached the front.
The entire line collapsed, with countless casualties.
The imperial commanders wanted to withdraw their troops, regroup, and then continue fighting.
Hawke misunderstood the commander's order and charged forward carrying the regiment's battle flag.
His actions infected a large group of people, and others saw them charging and followed suit in confusion.
As a result, I won accidentally.
Hawke's hand was also lost at that time.
Seeing how brave he was, the imperial commanders arranged for the Mechanical Priest to install mechanical prostheses for him and promoted him to captain.
Not long after that, he was promoted to major on the front line and became the commander of a temporary regiment.
After the Battle of Gorod, he was officially promoted to the commander of a regiment, leading the 502nd Natal Regiment.
The 502nd Regiment is a group of new soldiers recruited from the planet Natal.
In order to cope with the consumption of the Indomitable Crusade, the Primarch eagerly absorbed troops and resources from various worlds.
Natal responded to the Primarch's call and sent men and women of marriageable age to the battlefield.
This is different from other wars where the equipment becomes worse as the war goes on.
The 502nd Regiment is a new regiment and the equipment they received is new equipment.
After the Primarch reintegrated the Five Hundred Worlds, many of the Forge Worlds were handed over to the Great Sage Cawl.
Comprehensive reforms and technological optimizations have brought new life to each forging world.
A great deal of technical and theoretical knowledge was lavished on the lower priests.
So that they don't have to waste too much energy on some unimportant technologies.
Following the Primarch's orders, Cawl is optimizing the Imperium's knowledge structure, ensuring that humanity can once again explore the universe rather than being obsessed with finding the lost technology of the Golden Age.
With the promotion of these initiatives, the Five Hundred Worlds will see technological innovation every once in a while.
These innovative technologies will also indirectly affect foundries, thereby producing more cost-effective individual equipment.
Of course, the various actions of the Five Hundred Worlds have seriously violated many of the Mechanicus's prohibitions.
During this time, the conservative faction of the Mechanicus continued to put pressure on the Ultramar sector, demanding that they immediately stop this blasphemous act against the God of All Machines.
Mars even issued a war declaration, demanding an immediate cessation of blasphemous behavior.
Otherwise, they will take all necessary measures to maintain the majesty of the God of All Things.
Guilliman has always been trying to smooth things over and has not taken the conservative ideas and protests seriously.
He asked Cawl to continue to form a new scientific research team, speed up the absorption and digestion of the various scientific and technological knowledge he had given, and integrate the current technology of the Mechanicus to enhance the strength of the empire.
Of course, Hawke had no access to these things.
He only knew that the later the corps, the better the equipment.
There are even some corps wearing full sets of exoskeletons, which make them much more powerful than other corps.
"What are you thinking about, Captain Hawke?"
A crisp voice sounded, Hawke looked up and saw a red-haired, blue-eyed woman walking up to him.
The other person was holding a bottle of fruit wine from some unknown world.
The distances between galaxies are too great.
Logistical procurement cannot specify a single galaxy, but rather adopts the principle of proximity.
"Major Cass." Hawke nodded in response.
"You haven't answered me yet, what are you thinking about?" Cass shrugged and asked with a smile.
"I'm not thinking about anything. I'm just wondering whether the Emperor will protect me tonight." Hawke said with a smile.
"The battle is over. Do you still need the Emperor's protection?"
Major Cass asked with a hint of curiosity.
"You and I both know that war never stops. I have heard some new news that the Tyranids are coming, and their target is the Charadon Sector. Do you think the great Primarch will lead his troops to fight the Zerg?"
Hawke took a sip of the wine in his hand. It was sweet and sour and tasted very good.
I heard from several colleagues that this kind of wine has a strong aftereffect.
If you drink too much, you won’t be able to get up the next day.
"That's a matter for the future. There's no need for the Emperor to protect you tonight," Major Cass smiled.
"Because there's another fight tonight." Hawke said with a smile, "I just don't know if I can invite Miss Cass to be my opponent."
"Do all Natal people like to beat around the bush?" Cas laughed. "Besides, I'm worried that you'll be defeated too quickly if you choose me as your opponent. The Emperor can't protect you."
"Even if the Emperor doesn't bless me, I still have a good chance of winning."
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How quickly will the Astra Militarum be promoted once war breaks out
Ordinary people would never dare to believe it.
I was thrown into the battlefield today. As long as I can survive, I might be promoted to the leader of the group.
This is a cold joke, but it also indirectly reflects how high the death rate of the Astra Militarum is.
The Empire's main enemies, Chaos, Zerg, Orks, Undead, Dark Eldar, these powerful forces, once they descend on a planet, will set off a terrible war.
At this time, the Ministry of Internal Affairs would throw dozens or even hundreds of troops onto the battlefield.
It is extremely tragic to exchange human lives for victory.
The death rate can be as high as 100%.
For example, the Tyranids once attacked a system called Krania.
To this end, the Ministry of Internal Affairs deployed more than one hundred corps. When they evacuated, less than one-tenth of the personnel were left, and half of them were disabled.
In such a battle, the Astra Militarum would be like grass and would be easily harvested.
Under such pressure, the hormonal activities between men and women are also very special.
When they are in love, they talk about love, but when it ends, they are just ordinary people who no longer know each other.
Everyone knows that getting emotionally involved will only add to one's sadness.
No one knows when death will come.
Hawke didn't understand before, but now he does, and Cas understands it too.
The two looked at each other and instantly understood each other's thoughts.
Cass drank the wine in his hand and turned away.
Hawke also drank the wine in his hand and walked over with a smile.
If you are going to die tomorrow, why not celebrate today
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Vetria Galaxy.
This is a galaxy on the edge of the Charadon sector.
Under the rule of the Terran Senate, the systems adopted by each world of the Empire vary.
Vitria is a pure world of capital.
Here merchants are everything; they are judges, sheriffs, and councillors.
The chaebol families have ruled this place for generations, and the planet Vitria has been shaped into their back garden and their factory.
Because of interstellar trade, the plutocrats do not care whether the civilians and workers of Viteria can afford to buy their products.
Their guests were nobles from other worlds.
There is no need for workers and civilians to digest industrial products.
The only role of the civilians in the world of Vitria is to provide cheap labor, other than that, they are useless.
The unemployment rate on the planet Vitria is very high, and people can only become homeless.
Because the highest law here is that private property is sacred and inviolable.
No matter what the reason, private property laws cannot be violated at will.
Everything on the planet Vitria belongs to the chaebol.
The civilians had nothing.
If the Empire had not explicitly stipulated, ownership of all human colonial worlds would belong to the God-Emperor.
I’m afraid these people don’t even have the qualifications to wander around and will be driven out of their city by the chaebols.
The chaebols also know that their rule is unpopular.
In order to maintain their rule, the chaebols invested heavily in building a powerful security team.
This security team is well-equipped, has undergone biological and mechanical prosthetic modifications, and is powerful. Any act of rebellion will be crushed by them.
But where there is oppression, there is resistance.
A free sect was formed in the city sewers of Vitria.
Some believers with long foreheads and smooth scalps were distributing their doctrines of freedom, equality, mercy and kindness among the crowd and the homeless.
In a secret gathering place.
"We must defeat those damned oppressors and take back the gift given to us by the Emperor. For the Emperor, we will give everything."
A man in a robe shouted.
As he shouted, other believers followed suit.
"Let us pray to the great God-Emperor." The man pointed to the red-painted four-armed statue of the Emperor on the wall and said, "We will bring salvation to this world."
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