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Chapter 174 Capture Palu: Capture him in both reality and the subspace!
This is a universe torn apart by war, a universe struggling in despair.

The starlight, like the setting sun, pierced through the smoke of battle, casting mottled blood-red hues onto the shattered star rings. The Empire and its Space Marines, like rusted gears, struggled to function under the threat of annihilation, crushing countless acts of humanity in each cold, hard choice.

Most Space Marines viewed civilians as disposable resources; some would calculate casualty figures on their tactical panels, coldly weighing gains and losses; and a smaller number of Space Marines were generally more inclined to wipe out civilians along with the heretics and aliens.

Only a very small number of Space Marines will continue to uphold the responsibilities entrusted to them by the Emperor when he was still on Earth—

Protecting and saving humanity.

The Lamenters Chapter consists of a very small number of Space Marines who value civilians more than themselves.

However, the rope always breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune always finds those who are unfortunate.

They were born under a curse, and from birth they bore the title of the cursed.

While other chapters celebrated their victories, the Lamenters could only witness their fate in the shadowy compartments, against metal walls etched with names of the dead and wounded.

301.M39, During the Eleventh Black Crusade, the Ascetic Chapter abandoned the Crying Chapter because they considered the Crying Chapter to be cursed, since the Crying Chapter was a chapter born from the cursed founding.

As expected, the Lamenters faced the main force of the Black Legion head-on. Due to the departure of the Ascetic Warband, the Lamenters were besieged by the Black Legion.

After the war ended, the entire Crying Legion encountered a warp voyage accident and was swept into a warp storm, where they fought against chaos alone for more than 100 years.

578.M41, the Lamenter, who had been away from the galaxy for a long time, was assigned to the Maelstrom Guard after proving his loyalty on several expeditions.

It suffered large-scale casualties multiple times during this period, but the specific battles fought are unknown.

698.M41, The Lamenters participated in the Collins Expedition in the Extreme Starfield, with 300 Space Marines and the Storm Maiden battle barge participating in the operation.

The liberation of Slaughterhouse Planet 3 was delayed due to the rescue of civilians, which led to a concentrated attack by the Orc support forces, resulting in two-thirds of their personnel being killed or wounded, and the entire raid experiencing its first recorded outburst of Black Rage.

812.M41, The Lamenters participated in the Achilles Expedition, but the Fallon's Elegy system suffered a catastrophic drive failure, leaving only a few survivors among the four squads on board.

Some of the survivors were recruited into the Deathwatch and served under Captain Mordred's Kill Squad, while others returned to the Warband to serve alongside their brothers.

In 904.M41, approximately 870 Lamenters were forced into the Battle of Badab, and subsequently suffered a targeted attack by the Minotaur Legion. When they surrendered to the Imperial Inquisitors in 908.M41, they lost their battle barges, leaving only 311 Lamenters in the entire Legion.

After the Battle of Badab, the Lamenters were considered traitors by the Highlord of Terra and were ordered to carry out a hundred-year crusade for redemption.

During the Redemption Expedition, the Lamenters ran head-on into the main force of the Kraken Hive fleet. To protect Imperial worlds such as Marvorion and Devel from Tyranid invasion, the Lamenters chose to face the challenge head-on, engaging in a hopeless battle that nearly resulted in their annihilation.

It wasn't until Regent Guilliman awoke and the Primal Forged Space Marines arrived with their fleet that the Weeping Ones, who had long been on the verge of annihilation, finally had a chance to catch their breath.

It's so tragic.

Romulus flipped through the files belonging to the weeping ones in his mind.

Even some early-stage raiding parties, such as the Ultramarines who often stayed in Alterac and didn't leave, might not have had as much experience as the Lamenters before the Hive Wars began.

However, what is most commendable is that the Lamenters, after experiencing this series of tragic events, remained steadfastly loyal to the Empire and continued to do their utmost to protect its people.

Or perhaps, just like their battle cry—

'For those we cherish, we die with honor.'

It has nothing to do with loyalty or not; it's just that the so-called empire happens to belong to humanity, and we were fortunate enough to have our paths intersect with theirs.

He then began to focus on the offensive routes of the third defensive line.

The newly recruited Primitive Space Marine chapters of Caul have gone to Calgar to provide support. These chapters are inherently very sensitive, and it's not a bad thing for them to be protected by the Ultramarines as standard Holy Chapters.

The Black Templars went to take on the duties of the branch fleet, while the Executioner and Crimson Fist went together. The enthusiasm of Pharax and the others could effectively neutralize the Executioner's fierceness and violence, preventing any unnecessary incidents from occurring.

The Space Shark, with its extensive experience in extraterritorial operations, was dispatched to support the Mantis Warriors, who also employed raiding tactics to harass the Zerg swarm from the rear. With the Ultramarines remaining stationary as the defensive core, the dispersed expeditionary fleet would penetrate the Zerg-ravaged territory like a whale swallowing its prey, aiming to annihilate the Zerg's forces before they could concentrate their forces.

A sector-scale troop deployment slowly unfolded on the tactical hologram, with flashing dots marking the fleet's assembly coordinates. Romulus's fingertip swept across the void, pushing the marker of the last reinforcement force towards the boundary of the war zone.

Fortunately, Calga is also an excellent commander, so he doesn't need to worry about the defense.

Romulus crossed his arms and carefully reviewed a series of war plans. After confirming that existing data could be taken into account and that adjustments could be made at any time, he then turned his attention to the slightly less burdened administrative system.

The Invincible Iron Guards weren't enough; even if they brought in a few Smurfs from the Ultramarines' base, it was still a drop in the ocean.

He must now focus his energy on military matters.

"Arthur."

Romulus shouted over the radio.

"I'm here."

"Have the government officials been dealt with?"

Dawnwing desperately needs Alpha right now; we can't let these agents keep scrambling to get into the upper echelons of Dawnwing.

Drilling is fine, but the work still needs to be done.

"almost."

Arthur, carrying several Chaos Alphas, threw them into the warp and replied:

"After being screened by Space Wolves, they will be sent over one after another."

Getting Alpha to work isn't difficult. When the risks of promotion far outweigh the benefits of intelligence, these versatile individuals will naturally choose to settle down in the data boards and parchment piles of another unit.

After all, the administrative system is never inefficient at gathering secrets, and it is also easier for them to weave their grand plans.

To gather more information, more work is needed to take over more power, which is inevitable.

As for security, that was left to the Dark Angels.

The thought of those Dark Angels who had brought back a few Alphas, only to find out they were all Chaos faction members, looking dejected and reluctantly throwing them into the Warp, made Arthur want to laugh.

Not all Alphas want to handle political affairs. Even those who are resigned to doing the work don't want to be stuck in that position for life. And you can't deliberately prevent a 'loyal' fighting comrade from being promoted.

This kind of battle of wits between people requires the Dark Angels to play along.

A brand-new inner-ring system was constructed, with progressively higher promotion ladders designed, and government documents were classified according to their security classification.

Each time a file is decrypted, the Alphas can clearly feel new permissions being unlocked for them, like a carrot dangling in front of a mule.

The process will be very complicated because both sides are shrewd and capable.

Fortunately, the dark angels were enjoying themselves.

They kept their distance from taking over government affairs, but were very interested in supervising Alpharis. Their energetic demeanor contrasted sharply with their listless and slumped-over appearance at their desks.

In short, I just don't have the energy to work.

But I have the energy, and a lot of it, to supervise others' work.

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)