This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 245 What is the Glory of Humanity (4k)

Dawn Star - Third Reich Starport - Astartes Order Residence
The First Reich Starport is a heavily guarded military port, not open to the public. The Second Reich Starport is open to all Astartes Chapters and Reich departments, and is also not open to the public due to its many secrets.

Only the Third Reich Starport is open to the people of the Empire, and various organizations also place their diplomatic facilities there to facilitate communication between the parties.

As for why it's still called an empire.

The main reason is that the name "Human Empire" is indeed quite good, and it doesn't necessarily have to have an emperor or anything like that.

Humanity's world, humanity's empire.

As the capital of the Dawn Star Sector, Dawn Star has not experienced any danger except for an accident five years ago. With the increasing frequency of exchanges, Dawn Star is now a prosperous place.

The war has already decided the victor and the vanquished. Although many forces are still observing and some hawks still hold a hostile attitude, prosperity cannot be faked.

The Star District government disregarded the ban on the Mechanicus, and the Dawn Star District continued to thrive even without the Mechanicus.

The black and red uniforms of the Broken Steel Wings are wandering around the Starport's trade district. These ordinary members, who are at the grassroots level, are walking in twos and threes on the streets, using their generous allowances to promote the economic cycle.

"His Highness said there would be no internal fighting before April, and the work to come will be taken over by members of other organizations."

"Finally, I can rest for a few months. Before, our squadron lost 60 percent of its members, and I still need to go to Zhongsi Academy to contact old friends."

"Haha, I have to go get married first."

A burst of hearty laughter suddenly erupted from the rear of the group. A burly man was using a mechanical arm to embrace his companion. He patted the brand-new medal on his chest, the metal hand making a crisp sound as it struck the sword-shaped sash.

"I might have to go to Pioneer Wings to be with my wife then, and maybe keep an eye on my old buddy's descendants while I'm at it."

"That will give you a lot to worry about."

The tall, thin man leaning against the vending machine took the energy drink.

He opened the can and drank it all in one gulp.

He squinted at the noisy central hall outside the isolation window.

"Why should I worry about it? There are plenty of post-war compensation and resettlement programs, and so many departments are watching over them. If there are any problems, I'll have to go to the Ministry of Military Affairs to have a word with them."

“That’s not what I meant. I meant taking care of children, if you don’t intend to pass that responsibility to a children’s welfare home.”

He pointed to the group of children playing by the fountain.

"Believe me, kids this age are going to get what's coming to you."

"That's true."

Gazing at the battleships that were beginning to take shape at the Dawn Star Orbit Shipyard, standing tall in the reception hall, Aglaia, who had just returned with Arthur, felt a sense of disorientation.

With the sector government having gained complete control over personnel on each planet, Romulus turned his attention to expanding living space and exploring the overall potential of the galaxy.

Void stations, orbital habitation stations, and even planetary rings have all been added to the construction plan.

The construction of orbital habitation stations and star rings aims to shift the industrial center to space and alleviate planetary stress.
The void stations orbiting the planets are designed to penetrate deep into the planets to extract resources, providing the lifeblood for the construction of the Star Fortress and the production of the Charter Fleet.

The planetary surface, which had been partially restored through these measures, then began food production.

The star sector government has drawn red lines for each star system except those whose military status must be guaranteed. Food and basic industrial products must be self-sufficient, and even if they are inferior to those of other star systems, they must still have the production capacity.

Their goal is to increase self-sufficiency so that even if each planet loses external supplies, it can still rely on the resources inside the galaxy to maintain the overall operation of humanity in the galaxy.

Such measures are far removed from the empire's long-standing policies.

Highlords often prefer to keep certain important planets in a state of extreme dependence on external supplies in order to facilitate the suppression of rebellions. Many planets that choose to rebel and are left unattended will completely collapse in a short period of time.

This should also be a planning model adopted from the Dark Ages, when warp routes were relatively stable and the high degree of specialization among planets was conducive to the construction of various small federations.

However, the subspace storms that began to sweep across the galaxy starting with M25 effectively blocked communication between planets, causing almost all branches of humanity to experience a comprehensive regression.

So, did the Primarch do this because he foresaw that a similar disaster might happen in the future?
Standing in the reception room, Aglaia rubbed her slightly cold hands.

She was gone for three years, and when she returned, she felt as if she had lived through another world.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. After all, this is Dawn Star under the Primarch's rule, and its rapid development is beyond description.

For a species like humans, which has a slightly shorter lifespan, being able to live here and see all sorts of new things is certainly a good thing.

"There's no need to presume to add any melancholic inner monologues to my story. I think I'll live a long time to come, Mr. Tarasin."

Looking at the creature in front of him, draped in a green robe, who at first glance resembled a great sage of forging, but was actually squeezing out his ecological niche, Aglaia revealed a look of somewhat disgust.

There was also a hint of envy in it.

There's nothing she can do; the goods on the other side are too authentic, and they can even set up a showroom with real-life replicas, which she doesn't have.

According to Lord Arthur, this guy likely possesses a vast collection of artifacts that have borne witness to human history since the dawn of civilization, and some of the so-called 'genuine' items in Terra Palace may not actually be his.

One piece of the palace building belongs to me; if the palace doesn't have a roof, I have one.

This was an unprecedented insult to the judges who were dedicated to excavating and recording human history.

"Oh, you mean three hundred years, or five hundred years?"

Looking at the disgruntled young judge, Tarasin couldn't help but tease him.

"Heh, it's none of your business, an alien, to care."

"What alien?"

Tarasin sat down opposite Aglaia and produced a document signed by the Supreme Judge from who-knows-how-many years ago.

"This is a superior's concern for his subordinates. I wrote many of the internal manuals of the Alien Inquisition. I am the Grand Master of the Origins Order."

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Looking at the Rose Festival document and the metallic face that looked exactly like Tarasin's now, after confirming that all the details were correct, Aglaia immediately showed an expression of unbearable disapproval.

Terra still didn't kill enough.

"My lifespan is none of your business."

She replied, seemingly indifferent.

"You seem quite content."

Tarachin looked slightly surprised.

Contentment is an emotion that has become increasingly rare in humans over time.

The madness ingrained in this race's very bones is beyond even Tarachin's comprehension, especially among the Inquisitors, who represent the extremes and fanaticism of the current empire. "A path that walks with history—why wouldn't I be satisfied?"

Aglaia's answer also surprised Tarasin.

She gazed out the window at the magnificent view of the Victory-class battleships under construction.

The Victory-class battleships were a rare and powerful type of battleship used by the Imperial Navy. They were capital ships with light lances as their main weapon and, apart from the discontinued Apocalypse-class, were among the few battleships in the Imperial Navy equipped with Nova Cannons.

Its design is very old, and the advanced technology used to build the Brute turrets of the Victory-class battleships has been almost forgotten in most of the casting world, which has led to a gradual decrease in the number of these ancient ships over time.

However, it is known that the Victory-class is one of the few battleships that appeared at the beginning of the Great Expedition and that the Empire still has the capacity to produce.

The time travelers were open-minded when they should be, but unusually conservative when they should be.

They rejected Kaul's idea of ​​developing new and cutting-edge ships, and instead began to pick up these old models and start production.

This also indirectly reflects that Aglaia's judgment was correct.

Compared to improving overall human productivity at the societal level by establishing more efficient governments and distribution systems, Dawnwing is quite conservative in its technological, especially military, research and development capabilities, which are being used for more clandestine studies.

After all, the design and application of new weapons require a variety of lengthy and troublesome experiments, and the debugging of each component's mechanical soul alone can take a hundred years.

Moreover, this is not the first or second time in the history of the empire that newly designed warships have encountered problems in batches.

The adults were primarily focused on improving the Empire's naval power step by step, following existing and stable production methods, and gradually accumulating construction experience for the sector government.

They are racing against time.

"My duty is to replicate history, to re-weave the past of the human race, and to interpret the glory of mankind."

"But to this day, apart from the obsession that has been passed down through generations of the religious order, I don't even know what the so-called glory of humanity is."

Aglaia shifted her gaze from the magnificent warship to the scene below the reception hall, where a constant stream of people flowed within a star ring that almost encircled the azure planet.

As the planet home to the four 'living' Primarchs, Dawn Star is a popular destination for pilgrims.

Due to the sheer number of pilgrims, the district government made proper arrangements for them.

Those who lack economic means are placed in hydroponic farms within star ring orbits, where they live and work, and are able to go to the surface for pilgrimages.

In this process, they will receive the necessary genetic testing, as well as sufficient food and water to allow a human to live a decent life.

They will receive this treatment until their visas expire.

For members who wish to continue their pilgrimage after their visas expire, the Star District government will arrange pilgrimage vessels for them.

Those who wish to stay will receive proper resettlement from the Star District government.

Due to the planet's inherent characteristics, Dawn Star cannot accept an endless population, but under overall control, resettling people in various regions within the Dawn Star Sector is not a problem.

We will not turn a blind eye to them, nor will we let them run wild.

It can be said that, given the capability, the Dawn Star District government is fully responsible for every human entering it.

Care, love, and respect.

This is the mission of the Dawn Church and a requirement enshrined in the sector constitution.

"The rational and enterprising yearn for the past, the fanatical and dogmatic believe in the present. I have devoted my life to studying the ancient Terran texts, hoping to understand the glory of humanity from those vast volumes of books, but..."

A hint of fanaticism flickered across Aglaia's face.

"Classic texts will always contain errors and omissions, and history will always be covered up. What can compare to true history, to living history?"

What is the glory of humanity?
At first, Aglaia believed that Glory was the vast territory of the Empire, the fleet that blotted out the sky, the soldiers that were as numerous as the sea, and the rule over the entire galaxy.

Without a doubt, no race in the galaxy is greater than humanity today, and the human empire is undoubtedly the embodiment of 'glory'.

But as she looked back at history and at the empire as it stood today, she felt a strange unease.

If people in that era were truly open-minded and enterprising, then why can't empires do the same today?

Why, when all blind faith has been abolished, are we now reviving it?
Therefore, after getting to know the Primarchs and gradually experiencing everything, Aglaia turned her gaze away from history and towards these beings who were gradually turning those fantasies into reality.

They are interpreting something that is both new and perhaps old.

"If I can continue down this path, my questions will surely be answered."

The judge said this, which is why she did not choose to leave.

If you miss this opportunity, you'll never have a better one.

Where is she supposed to find four Primarchs to gather together?

Other Primarchs do not care about human feelings, other Primarchs do not associate with mortals, and other Primarchs no longer concern themselves with human problems.

The only one remaining in the empire's sights has a very slim chance of waking up.

Only the Wings of Dawn, only the four masters of today, would do this.

Seeing Aglaia's expression gradually become more and more fanatical, Tarasin couldn't help but scratch his head.

'I was just joking to get closer to her, why is this girl taking it seriously?'

These guys who intend to shoulder humanity's ideals are all like mind control devices, with their fanatical followers practically mass-produced.

"I know that witnessing history has an unprecedented attraction for an intelligent life form with excellent aesthetic sense."

Tarasin continued, following Aglaia's lead.

"I believe you can understand how I feel."

Aglaia snapped out of her reverie and glanced at Tarasin:

"What do you want to do again?"

"Would you be interested in sharing your experiences over the years with your dear boss?"

Tarasin couldn't help but rub his hands together.

He recently set up a new project at the museum called "The Glory of Mankind Endures Forever," but it's difficult to do without a person.

"roll!"

　P.S.: There's more to come, but I've been too busy lately to finish writing in my spare time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)