This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 244 Let's go, I'll take you home.

"You are here."

Once Karna came to his side, Romulus also left the meeting.

"Come on, say hello."

He decisively grabbed Karna, allowing Ramses to open another psychic channel.

"Lord Karna!"

Compared to the respectful tone they had shown when speaking with Romulus, the voices of the chapter leaders now carried a hint of reverence.

"Hello."

A perfect smile spread across Karna's face as he waved to the spirits around him.

Well, it seems that Dante looks much better now than he did a decade ago, because Baal's condition has gradually improved.

"Is Barr alright?"

He asked Dante.

"Of course, Baal has now been transformed into a paradise. We have cleared away the toxic red soil and the thirsty water. Baal now has vast green wilderness and fruit plantations. The salt farmers and the raiders of the wasteland are no longer there."

Compared to the well-organized reports from Huron and others, Dante's presentation sounded like he was telling an elder about the changes in his hometown.

"You really should come back and visit."

Thanks to the sacred act of selling blood to provide the necessary and safe means of carrying information for the operation of human society, the Blood Angels are now rolling in wealth.

Karna made the decision; the blood was from Saint Geres, so it was sold wholesale.

Anyway, that's what the doctrine says: Archangels would rather bleed themselves than let human lives be lost.

Although it was somewhat immoral for Saint Jerace, reducing the number of human sacrifices that were like those of gods was a great merit.

Moreover, it's not just this one source of income; Baal now benefits the entire Blood Angels faction's warbands solely from the associated revenue generated by pilgrimages.

It's not just the increased wealth in equipment brought about by rising economic strength, but also a wealth of political resources.

Meanwhile, many sub-chapters have already established offices in Baal, allowing high-ranking Imperial officials to communicate directly with these chapters on behalf of their respective sectors and seek assistance while on their pilgrimages.

The Blood Angels are responsible for transmitting this information to the sub-clusters throughout the galaxy, allowing them to make their own decisions.

Here we must mention Mephisto of the Blood Angels and Digglis of the Ultramarines, two think tanks.

Gao Di is a super psionicist of the Emperor God-chosen level, a cultivator among a group of psionic Muggles. Ramses, adhering to the principle that it is better to share the burden than to suffer alone, also dragged these two into the water.

Of course, Eldar operators are not available, but they can learn from Makado's approach and directly connect to the think tanks of each sub-clan for direct communication.

Anyway, there are only so many subgroups. Digglis might be under more pressure, but just passing on messages shouldn't be too tiring.

"Yes, I'll go later!"

Karna smiled and nodded. For safety reasons, the four of them couldn't be separated too much. Even if they had recently separated, they were still operating within the Dawn Sector. Ramses' psionic phone could reach them at any time.

Then he glanced at Ramses, who was almost completely burned out, and couldn't help but say to Romulus:

"How about we stop here?"

If things are like this now, he'll probably die by the time they leave and prepare to remotely control the Dawn Starfield.

Romulus glanced at his companion, who was feigning death, and then nodded.

"Row."

"Lord Romulus, we take our leave."

Calgary also noted that his reporting assignment was brief, consisting mainly of coordinating with several other special districts.

Unlike other sectors, Alteramar, which was fully developed by Guilliman as early as 10,000 years ago, should not be called a development strategy, but rather a recovery plan.

All Calgar himself needs to do is restore Macurag's connection with the surrounding star systems, send out sub-teams to suppress the planetary governors who want to cause trouble in key areas, and then copy the policies written by Guilliman 10,000 years ago onto each planet.

Then they naturally came together.

Their development pressure is minimal; they only need to focus on dealing with the threat of war.

By the way, the Obsidian Sword Chapter has also been recalled. After all, the Elder has already been crippled by radiation once in the Dreadnoughts, and we can't let him be crippled again.

The warband is now stationed in Macurag. "Good."

Romulus also hung up the communication immediately.

"Aren't we waiting for Arthur?"

Karna was puzzled.

"He's still on his way, we're leaving, and we need to wrap up our recent work."

Romulus replied, then scanned the people in the conference room.

The Great Sage, Tarachin, the representative of the People's Union, and his companions.

And
Alex Kane.

Romulus's gaze fell upon the Broken Sword Commissar, who looked even older than when they first met twenty years ago.

And behind him, the Star Guardians, who all showed signs of aging.

Compared to Arabella, who has already been canonized, Aglaia, a biological psychic, the Astartes whose lifespan far exceeds that of ordinary people, and Caul, who has lived for over ten thousand years, the marks left by time on these most ordinary people of the empire are so obvious.

'Twenty years.'

Romulus couldn't help but sigh to himself.

The 43rd Regiment of the Cadian Empire, the "Broken Sword," along with the Holy Rose Order, was the first imperial armed force the transmigrators encountered.

It is precisely because of their existence that the time travelers are able to endure the darkness and pick up even more sublime ideals in this universe.

The colors they represent will gradually spread across the starry sky along with the steps of the Wings of Dawn.

But now, they have finally grown old.

They could no longer keep up with the gods.

Romulus did consider trying to retain them, after all, the Loyal Succession Academy being built in various parts of the Dawn Sector also needed excellent instructors.

The reforms to planetary surface defense have begun to show results. After a lightning-fast purge, all military-related powers have been firmly in the hands of the Dawn Wings.

Today, the planetary defense forces of the Dawn Sector are all trained and managed by the sector government. On various industrial planets that produce weapons, there are numerous Loyalty Academyes established to accommodate and educate the reserve personnel selected from within the sector.

Those who are outstanding and suitable will become candidates for Astartes.

The next level will be selected by various important departments and brought together as special forces.

The rest were assigned to the Astral Army as mechanized mobile forces, usually operating in conjunction with the Astartes.

Finally, those who were unfortunately not selected will be assigned to various planets to serve as planetary defense forces.

In short, the system is currently short of people. There is no shortage of trainees; recruiting soldiers has never been difficult in an empire that values ​​a culture of sacrifice. What is lacking are members who can pass on their experience and transform an army that seeks battle into an army that can fight.

Therefore, Romulus is also deliberately recruiting these members, including the Cardians who have been fighting alongside them until now.

After all, the Shuguangxing District government can provide better welfare, better living conditions, and more stable and humane policies.

These are things that no modern empire possesses.

But they should go home.

His gaze swept over each person, who was holding boxes of varying sizes in their arms.

These are the belongings of their comrades-in-arms—sometimes ashes, sometimes photographs, sometimes a small fragment of equipment, all engraved with their names, waiting for their comrades to take them home.

Romulus looked at these mortals who had fought alongside him until now.

Their eyes shone with unparalleled pride.

They witnessed the return of the gods and the rekindling of hope.

They participated, contributing their own blood and bones to this hope.

What reason would he have to stop them from going home?

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

He said.

(End of this chapter)