This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 220 I will teach you, teach you how to do things, teach you how to live (4k)

"What's the matter?"

The original entity spoke thus.

The straightforward words stunned the group, and they exchanged glances.

In fact, they are quite clear about the current situation in the sector.

When a new official takes office, he conducts grassroots research, and the next step is to introduce new reform regulations.

The departments established at the grassroots level by those members who mingled among the missionaries of the Church of Dawn were, when the time was right, used to take over the ruling system of the nobility.

Many nobles, however, did not believe it; they did not believe that Romulus could really kill everyone.

Who will govern that planet? Who will serve the emperor?
In the end, the general stepped forward.

The general stood ramrod straight, one hand resting on his sword.

“I’ve heard Seele say that you can make human deaths meaningful. For me, dying on the battlefield against heretics and aliens is meaningful. The nobles’ failure to fulfill their duties is a sin, and we will spend the rest of our lives paying for it.”

[All recruitment planets, including Watson, will be remodeled using the Krieg model.]

No, what exactly do you mean by "meaningful"?

After reading the materials submitted by the general, Romulus couldn't hold back his excitement after just reading the beginning.

Start by revealing your hand and go to extremes. In the first turn, mobilize the entire population to fight, and then use the excuse of "preventing them from sacrificing themselves for the emperor" to overthrow the local ruling body.

No wonder Arthur told him not to have too high hopes; the universe's intellectual level is just this limited.

Living is pointless, might as well just self-destruct.

The key is that this is recognized by everyone, including the planet itself, and these extremist groups are also the fastest progressing in the process of resistance.

What goes around comes around. Sometimes, time travelers want to make a living, but in this universe, they become outcasts.

Extremes are a characteristic of the human race in this day and age.

Romulus laughed in exasperation. If reforms were to turn out like this, it would be better not to reform at all.

Damn it, there's really no one I can count on.

At first, I thought these representatives might have some profound insights, but it turns out they are just warmongers who have been thoroughly influenced by imperial ideology.

Romulus lost interest in continuing the discussion, waved for the representatives to leave, and then looked at Arthur.

"This is usable; at least it's not bad for fighting."

Arthur replied.

“You know we have no shortage of fighters, and neither do humans.”

Romulus looked utterly desperate.

In terms of combat power, the Primarchs' combat power is actually just so-so; in terms of their role in warfare, they are not even as good as a Titan legion.

However, their strategic position is completely different.

Each Primarch could be considered a human supercomputer; simply sending one would visibly reduce the administrative burden on the Empire of Man.

Now, as he looked up at Seele's somewhat radical reform proposal, he suddenly found it somewhat pleasing to the eye.

Although it's radical and unbearable to watch, at least it's a way to survive, right?
"Now I understand why Kaul always says that humanity has lost the courage to explore and innovate."

This is either seeking death or on the way to seeking death. So, how do people in this universe live? We have to teach them step by step?

Could the end and death of Old Huang really affect humanity as a whole?
"It's good that we haven't lost it yet."

Arthur couldn't help but offer words of comfort.

"We did eventually train a group of people."

Romulus nodded. Of course, the idea that extremism could achieve better results was also something he found abstract.

Fortunately, we are the ones with the power.

This galaxy has too many heroes who changed the world with their own strength, so with the abilities of a time traveler, achieving the goal would actually be a little easier.

It's just that carrying too much burden is really tiring.

“We must teach them, whether they are Astartes or ordinary humans.”

Romulus put down the documents and began to mentally calculate various matters.

As I left the government hall and stepped onto the thick carpet, Titus remained silent behind me, not uttering a single word, seemingly still immersed in the carnage of the previous battle.

Titus was known for his ruthlessness and taciturn nature. He rarely provided information beyond tactical terminology and spent his days waiting for orders, appearing to be nothing more than a pure killing machine.

Romulus thought to himself, while also secretly admiring his teammate's skillful maneuvering.

Arthur was very astute. After hearing that the reform of the Zerg veterans in Calgar was in trouble, he simply put together a new system.

Inspired by the Deathwatch mechanics, a Broken Wing outer ring called the Watchers was created to absorb radical members from various chapters seeking change after the Alterac Hive War.

Under the tutelage of the 30k Dark Angels, they will become familiar with the operation of various vehicles and equipment, as well as Legion-era tactics, and will act alongside these ancient warriors.

It can be done directly and in one step, and the training of those special personnel can be carried out simultaneously.

The Dark Angels certainly possess strength, and their style is indeed arrogant. Other Chapter Space Marines consider the Dark Angels as brothers, but the Dark Angels always like to act as the eldest brother, which leads to some awkward situations.

Especially the older guys of Terran descent, many of whom had served in training corps and were even part of the Imperial Guard, carrying a whole host of old model student baggage.

However, this problem is not a problem at 40k.

It's an open secret that the four Primarchs have a large number of warriors from the Great Crusade, and even trustworthy think tanks like Mephisto, Digglis, and Kahulange know exactly how these old men came to be.

These "little brothers," most of whom were older than them, addressed the Dark Angels as "elders," making them very happy.

Therefore, the Wings of Broken Steel also take this kind of teaching very seriously.

Those Dark Angels who had just returned to the Legion and gone through the 'accounting ceremony' to prove their loyalty to the Council of the Round Table, after becoming familiar with the secrets of the current Legion, were almost always sent to teach the members of the various chapters who came to learn.

On one hand, it's about sharing personal experiences, and on the other hand, it's about helping them understand and adapt to this era through these trainees.

In short, a fairly well-functioning system has been formed.

Moreover, Arthur made the decision, which fully represents the Lord of Knights' recognition of the First Legion's status and capabilities.

The teammate is really worry-free. At first, Romulus had no intention of getting involved with the Dark Angels at all, but Arthur quietly and gradually smoothed things over with both sides. Now, Dawn Wings is simply enjoying the benefits brought by the Dark Angels joining the team.

“Karna has been spending most of his time lately at various public events.”

Seeing Romulus looking at him, Arthur, who was typing in cipher, pondered for a moment before replying.

He has been in contact with all three of them. Recently, Ramses has been researching the 'Lingling' sector-level subspace mobile office platform, striving to achieve a level of information interaction similar to that of the Ark world. He has to personally oversee the core aspects to prevent any potential problems, as he is currently unable to spare the time.

Karna is relatively free now, as there are no large-scale battles. Apart from attending classes, he spends his time making connections everywhere.

"Karna, I'd be impressed if he could take on even five percent of it."

It's not that Karna did anything less; it's just that the four of them do have different strengths.

"Five percent is not a small amount; it's enough for you to make a few more cups of coffee while you're signing documents."

"It sounds great, but I have a bad habit: I can't sleep soundly until I finish what I'm doing."

Romulus's face turned bitter. This life of suffering. If he really wanted to enjoy it, he would have stayed in Macurag, under pressure in Calgary long ago, and then he could have easily slacked off and done nothing when Guilliman came up.

Now that he's a Primarch in the Empire, if he doesn't want to do it, can anyone force him to?
"So while we're all doing what we love, you're stuck being a corporate slave."

Arthur shook his head gently.

Ramses was slacking off, Karna was helping the poor, he was painting his own world at home, and Romulus was the only one welded to his workstation to work.

Unfortunately, no one forced him to quit. Although everyone's education and family background weren't top-notch, they were all quite good. If they didn't want to work anymore, they could simply quit.

Romulus was like an addict.

Everyone has aspirations.

Romulus smiled.

"Some people pursue frugality, while others pursue enjoyment."

His gaze lingered on the sky, atop a magnificent building that stretched straight into the heavens, allowing him to glimpse the dazzling galaxy.

"My pursuit is to try to do more of what I am capable of."

"Honestly, you don't need to follow my example."

Arthur glanced at Titus, who was already in a state of intense anticipation.

That's why people who follow their own path are the most attractive.
Just then, Zabril came over: "I received a plaintext telegram from the Cult of Mechanics."

Arthur and Romulus exchanged a surprised glance.

"read."

Arthur said.

Zabril replied:

"Orion Arm - Single Star System - Pioneer 3, requests support from all humankind in the universe."

"?"

The two exchanged a surprised glance.

Are there still people using this format in this day and age?
Arthur: "Location, Affiliation, Sender."

Zabril: "Located in the core region of the Dawn Sector, 160 light-years from Astorgius, it belongs to the Mechanicus in Imperial records, and no Imperial institutions have intervened."

"Is it a trap?"

Romulus immediately became interested upon hearing this.

Is it that the Mechanicus sect couldn't hold back any longer?

"Unlike this, the format of this message transmission is very—ancient."

Zabrel shook his head, then produced an analysis case from the intelligence agency.

According to Yan Yi's response, it is closer to the lost world before the Old Night Era.

Arthur looked at Romulus.

They have been responding to requests for help for the past six months.

A few lost worlds were found, and the government has put them aside for now after they have been renovated. They will be incorporated into the sector system after the Dawn Sector is taken over.

"Prepare the fleet, have the man-eating sharks accompany it, and summon Karna."

Romulus gave the order quickly.

Part of the fleet and personnel will remain in Astorgius to maintain the reforms; the four of them cannot be separated.

"Yes."

After saying that, Zabril quickly left.
-
The Primarchs departed on the fleet.

In less than half a month, no magnificent buildings appeared on this planet, nor did any earth-shattering stories occur.

A porter finally finished his work at the port. He squatted in a corner, carefully munching on his sticky rations, while out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of sparks flying from a distant engine.

But in the blink of an eye, it was swallowed up by the towering crowd.

In this sacred world of cardinals, pilgrims come and go in an endless stream.

Especially after the Primarch arrived.

The porter noticed an ordinary-looking boy carrying dozens of candles symbolizing the souls of his family, a number representing at least five generations of his family adrift in the Milky Way.

As a devout believer, after being baptized by the local priest, he carried candles and entered the transport elevator along with the cargo to go to the surface.

The porter didn't hide his envious look.

How fortunate they were, they were never cursed by the void even after five generations.

As a Void Child walking the pilgrimage route, he was not allowed to set foot in the sacred Cardinal World of the State Religion, but thanks to the mercy of the noble lords, he was able to work at the port in exchange for enough food to support their next voyage.

He needs to travel to the sacred land on the edge of the galaxy, where he will be qualified to set foot on the holy land of the God-Emperor.

"Please maintain order and give way! Please maintain order!"

The priest's voice rang out from not far away, and the crowd was pushed aside by a line. Even the porters huddled in the corner had to move their bodies and lean against the wall.

The procession included many priests and nuns, all dressed in splendid attire, their clean red cloths spreading across the road as they advanced.

There were also tall giants, clad in iron armor, with majestic bearing.

The Emperor's Angel!
He couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, his gaze lingering for a moment on the storage box that exuded the aroma of wheat bran.

'Is it Holy Communion?'

He looked slightly puzzled, but then shook his head.

What does this have to do with him?

The Children of the Void cannot receive Holy Communion.

The porter, having devoutly performed the Eagle Salutation towards the Emperor Angel and etched this sacred moment in his heart, prepared to leave against the flow of people.

"Hey, you, citizen of the Empire!"

The voice seemed unfamiliar with the address, and after it was repeated twice, the porter finally realized that it was calling him.

"I?"

He turned around and pointed to himself with some disbelief.

"Yes, it's you. Come and line up."

The priest glanced at the nuns and imperial angels behind him, trying to control his tone.

"oh oh."

The porter wrapped the burlap around his body and approached an imperial citizen from behind, keeping a distance of about one step.

"Not there."

The priest was giving instructions from a distance, his voice sounding somewhat impatient.

This left the porter even more bewildered, and the eyes of those around him turned to him.

He lowered his head, unsure of what to do.

"Please come with me."

A hand supported his shoulder, which was about to collapse, and a kind voice rang out.

This is a young nun, wearing a badge of pure white roses.

The porter arrived bewildered at a much shorter line, where the people were all children of the void.

He waited blankly as the procession moved forward, not even noticing the fragrant bread his compatriots were eating, until the young nun reappeared before him.

"Excuse me, what are you going to do?"

He was led to the registration desk and asked with some confusion.

“You need to cooperate with the daily food distribution inspections, and then you can go on pilgrimages to the surface under the supervision of the church.”

The nun replied that they had already controlled the flow of people in the port, and each area was being planned in order to organize various activities.

Of course, in addition to issues concerning people's livelihood, they also shoulder many other responsibilities.

Population census, gene sequencing, to prevent gene theft and contamination.

Drop~
The machine drew a drop of blood from the porter, and a string of data flashed before his eyes that he himself was unaware of.

The food and water were placed in a backpack, which he almost couldn't catch.

"May I set foot on that sacred land?"

He was somewhat incredulous as a priest pushed him away.

Yes, you can.

The nun smiled and nodded, then waved.

"Next person."
-
Magnificent, grand, with hymns playing.

A cardinal spoke to Archbishop Jorge.

"Archbishop, your appointment ceremony is ready."

“No, let them come directly to the church for the meeting. Distribute the resources to the visiting pilgrims. If you can’t do that, then let me do it.”

Archbishop Jorge walked toward the unremarkable church.

"It's too extravagant, like a peacock, it's only beautiful when viewed from the front."

(End of this chapter)