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Chapter 142 Use the sword to prove your loyalty (please subscribe and read, monthly ticket)

"In order to rescue the besieged planet, a Vanguard Cruiser and two Sword-class frigates were dispatched this time."

"The ship is loaded with 30 Lightning fighters, 5 Fury interceptors, and 3 Starhawk bombers! 50 Rhino tanks, including a number of various vehicles, and sufficient weapons and ammunition."

"I don't know the situation of the Ultramarines Company. You can ask Adjutant Sidonus later. The entire 203rd Regiment is accompanying the fleet, fully armed and ready to attack at any time."

Mira quickly and accurately reported the general situation of the battleship to Martin.

Martin nodded, without reacting to the data of these weapons. He just said to Mira: "Is the relationship between you and the company still so bad?"

Mira looked around and said softly, "Your policy was effective at first. Wars eliminated the gap between mortals and angels. Then more wars came, veterans slowly died, and new recruits who believed in the Holy Scriptures came in to fill the void."

"After this and that, it's back to the way it was before!"

Mira slammed her hands together and made an explosion gesture.

Martin shook his head. "What a bunch of bullshit angels! The Ultramarines are nothing but a bunch of cyborgs. Whether it's a Chapter or an Astra Militarum, they are all devoting their lives to the Empire. There is no distinction between high and low."

"Unfortunately, there are not many people who think like you, Captain."

Mira didn't show any special reaction, she was used to this kind of thing.

Martin was helpless.

The only Primarch he had ever seen was the Regent Guilliman. In Papa Smurf's eyes, everyone was the same, even aliens in the standard sense of the Empire.

But in order to keep the Empire's shitty code running, Guilliman had to allow some bad habits to continue to exist.

Maintaining the hierarchy is one of the compromises that have to be made.

"Come on, let me see the warriors!"

Martin waved his hand and took Mira away from the bridge.

“There is no warp here, and no Chaos God. Although despair still exists, hope is also born in it.”

"So you can relax for a while!"

Mira followed Martin. She looked through the window at the deep dark space and said subconsciously, "From here, everything seems to be the same."

"Don't be so pessimistic. Hope will always appear. We should always be prepared to seize the hope that may appear at any time."

Martin took Mira to the training ground inside the frigate.

The Empire's battleships are all about being big. The bigger the better. The more firepower they have, the stronger they are.

Therefore, even for a light ship like the Vanguard-class cruiser, its length starts at three kilometers and its width starts at 0.5 kilometers.

A small human society can almost be squeezed into this huge ship.

However, the style of the Empire's frontline troops is simple and honest, and the interior of the cruiser is filled with various practical modules.
"Captain Martin is here!"

Adjutant Sidonus assembled the entire company and announced to them the fleet's arrival in another universe.

Thanks to the transformation of the Space Marines, the Ultramarines did not panic. They listened quietly to the orders of their adjutant.

Upon hearing that the company commander had arrived, all the soldiers stood at attention and saluted this walking legend.

Every Ultramarines who joins the Second Company has heard the story of Captain Martin, how he commanded the Astra Militarum to hold off the invasion of the Greenskin warlords.

How to kill the orc boss Black Skull by flying a fighter plane alone.

How to defeat a Chaos Knight invasion and slay a Daemon Prince in combat.

The veterans' eyes were filled with admiration, and the recruits' eyes were filled with excitement.

"Don't be so nervous." Martin said to his soldiers, "You already know where we are. I ask you not to panic, obey orders, stay in your positions, and read the manual I wrote."

The Empire’s opponents are not just the servants of the evil gods of the Warp and the green-skinned guys, but also various other cosmic races collectively known as “aliens”.

This kind of extreme conservative racism may still have a little rationality in the cesspool of Warhammer.

But if these Extreme Warriors brought this kind of behavior into the DC Universe, they would be regarded as villains in minutes, and might be killed by the Green Lantern Corps or the New Genesis.

The Astartes, who were tried as angels by the mortals of the Empire, are nothing more than a group of modified humans in this world.

The veterans have all received Martin's education and are well aware that their captain does not like the Empire. He only cares about the mortals in the Empire. Even if the aliens are unfairly oppressed, he will help.

The recruits could not accept this statement, even though they followed the scriptures and did not question their superiors.

But after seeing the rules in the manual, such as treating Astra Militarum soldiers equally, not attacking aliens at random, not abusing prisoners of war, not hitting or swearing, and all captured items being returned to the public, they felt something was wrong.

Are you here to join the army or to be someone else's father? You're so long-winded.

What was most difficult for the recruits to accept was that there was not a single word about the great Emperor in the entire manual.

"Captain, fate has sent us to this place that is not illuminated by civilization. Shouldn't we spread the glory of the Emperor to the people of this universe?"

The recruits shouted loudly, and many of them carried the Emperor's Messenger with them, and their faith in the Emperor was like that of a god.

Martin looked at the indignant recruits calmly. He was not angry, nor did he find them funny. He just felt pity for them.

The empire has such powerful technology and has created so many perfect cyborgs, but in the end it can only maintain the existence of a community through religion and feudal rule, repeating the mistakes of the ancient empire.

This is sad in every way.

Sidonus and Mira looked at the calm face of the company commander and felt uneasy, fearing that Martin would punish the recruits in anger.

"Captain, please don't be angry. I will teach this brat a lesson."

Sidonus hastened to comfort Martin.

Martin waved his hand: "They won't listen if you just talk. Don't worry, they are my soldiers after all, I won't kill them."

Boom!
Martin turned over and landed on the training ground. He picked up a long sword and pointed the tip of the sword at the soldiers. He said coldly, "Since you are so loyal to the Emperor, then pick up the long sword beside you and use the tip of the sword to prove your loyalty!"

He was too lazy to reason with these recruits. They had already formed a closed-loop logic in their minds and could not be convinced by words alone.

Only the iron fist of reality can smash their three views and make them start to reflect.

Of course, what was shattered in the end was not their values, but their heads.

"Come on, all those who refuse to obey. If one of you can keep me down for a second, I will follow the scriptures and explore this new world."

"To spread the light of the Emperor to a world that you consider ignorant."

The veteran who followed Martin out of the Gallia world rushed directly to the stands without saying a word, and had no intention of getting involved in the dispute.

They have not forgotten the heroic figure of their company commander in the battlefield, and they do not think that disobeying the holy scriptures is a big deal.

"The Ultramarines never retreat!"

"For the Emperor!"

The recruits picked up their training swords, closed their helmets, and rushed towards Martin, who had taken off his helmet.

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