Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 130: Space Marines Must Also Be Dust-beaten
【Unknown galaxy, now. 】

In the command hall of the transport barge, Captain Owatu was feeling anxious. He paced back and forth in front of the huge space window with his arms behind his back.

Directly opposite the space window is the third planet that revolves around the yellow star. It is the capital of the local emperor. The three brothers of the imperial guards have been there for several days, but no news has been sent back.

The false emperor did not send any more envoys to persuade them to surrender. They seemed to be forgotten, drifting alone in the dark space.

Tap tap tap.
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside the door, and Ova looked at the door of the command hall eagerly, as if he had grasped the last straw.

The metal door shrank inwards, and a mortal herald hurried in and saluted Owatu.

"Captain! We've contacted Demacia."

"When will the reinforcements arrive?!"

Owatu held the herald's wrist tightly and stared at his lips eagerly, hoping to get good news.

"Bad news, Captain."

Hearing this, Owatu's heart sank.

"how?"

"Most of the Space Marines are on vacation, and the Chancellery cannot gather them in a short time. Moreover, the Empire does not allow the Dauntless Vanguard to participate in any combat assembly missions."

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Captain Owatu punched the wall. He almost forgot that the Second Legion was still under house arrest by the Holy Emperor and they could not participate in any combat missions.

"However, the administrative officials at the President's Office have already informed President Laxana of the situation here and asked her to make the decision."

Hearing this, Owatu's dull and soulless eyes lit up again. He hammered the herald's chest and said with gritted teeth.

"You kid, tell me the good news first next time!"

【Nusriya, now.】

The slave master's palace was dead, a Roman city that had stretched across the plain of Liana, breathtakingly vast, like an old marble scab on the surface of the planet Nusseria.

Now it lies in ruins, and the fire of massacre still burns on this scar, along with the stinking corpses of those nobles and the old rules, burned to ashes by the anger on the mountain.

A petite figure wearing a white safety helmet walks among the devastated ruins. She picks up a young seedling, hoping to revive new growth among the ashes.

Nuseria is being built into a garden world according to her beautiful composition.

Tens of thousands of World Eaters, wearing yellow hard hats and safety vests, carried shovels and hammers, and pushed wheelbarrows filled with cement.

Behind the World Eaters was the roar of huge machinery, thick black smoke billowing from the exhaust pipes, and all kinds of huge machines such as excavators, tower cranes, and road rollers were heading to the ruins of the city.

The sacred stone was dug out from the earth's crust.

Polishing, refining, and processing become art in the hands of architects, reality in the hands of workers, and a fortress under the feet of soldiers.

The stones from which it was built came not only from Nuthrea. The Moon contributed, too, and so did the mineral worlds and the many satellites that danced in a quiet ballet around the gas giant of Nuthrea.

Kahn's huge body squatted on the ground, carefully stirring a bucket of cement with a small shovel. However, his bucket was a little special, it was a whole mud tanker.

The surviving lower-class civilians and slaves delivered bag after bag of cement to the tall giants like conveyor belts, and together they built their new home.

"I'm saying, how come we, the World Eaters and Space Marines of the Holy Emperor, have become plasterers?" Taking a bucket of newly mixed cement from Captain Khan, the soldier from the Eighth Company couldn't help but complain.

"Hats on!"

Kahn tapped him on the forehead to remind him to be careful. However, he was not referring to the safety precautions of preventing injuries from falling from building materials during the plastering work at the construction site, but the safety precautions of being caught by the princess for not following the plastering safety manual.

It is said that this was also the "fairy tale" instilled in her by the eldest princess' brother, whom she had never met.

"Well, good, good, you are all very motivated. At this rate, the laboratory will be built soon."

In Lux's arms, the magic penetration rod muttered so.

In fact, it was based on this consideration that the World Eaters were asked to build a new Nuthria and refused the help of the Mechanicus.

If the Mechanicus knew that they were secretly building such a huge underground laboratory with such a high level of security in Nuseria, they would inevitably be suspected.

Therefore, it would be better to let the loyal World Eaters do it themselves.

"I'll have to work on you later, Lux. We need to build a solid psychic barrier to prevent the prying eyes of the Supreme Heaven. The affairs of the Webway must not be known to anyone except you, me, and those researchers who have been strictly screened and confirmed to be loyal."

The magic piercing stick made a buzzing sound.

"Yeah, yeah, I understand. It's strictly confidential!"

Lux nodded repeatedly.

"When will the experimental equipment I asked your mother for arrive? It's been a long time. According to the distance from Demacia to Nuseria, the transport fleet should have arrived yesterday."

"Something went wrong along the way? Maxim has always been prudent and has my brother's trust. It could only be that something went wrong during transportation."

Lux analyzed.

Warp space navigation is not stable, and it is normal to deviate and crash when encountering warp storms.

At this time, the herald arrived with news from the Astropath.

In the letter, Maxim described a strange thing and a weird galaxy.

[He called himself the Emperor of all mankind. He led people through the years of the warp storm, survived the great turmoil, and firmly guarded the sovereignty and legal system of mankind.

He said he was playing a big game of chess, and everything was within his ingenious calculations. He alone watched over the flame of human civilization in the long night of the old days, preserving cultural treasures and crystallization of wisdom until the scattered people reconnected with him. He was very happy that this moment had finally arrived.

The lost lamb finally returned to the Empire by boat, and the Empire had been prepared for this day. The people returned to the embrace of their loving father, and then the plan to make the human empire great again would be put on the agenda.

The Imperium of Man will reclaim its birthright and regain dominance over the galaxy.

The transport fleet was trapped in that galaxy, and according to the fleet commander, there was no news of the three accompanying imperial guards after they headed for the false emperor's planet.

The situation is urgent, I hope the leader will make a quick decision!
——Captain Maxim of the Imperial Guard】

"????"

"Interesting, a world that is almost a replica of the Empire."

"Notify Angron to follow me into battle!"

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