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Chapter 250 Azrael: One hundred years, one hundred years to take down the Stone Fortress!

Human resources is a science.

Arthur sat at the end of the carved oak table, his fingertips lightly tapping the surface.

From assigning responsibility for organizing school activities to the transfer and promotion of officials in government departments, the arrangements made reflect the wisdom of the leaders.

When facing numerous difficulties, good personnel arrangements can help you accomplish them effortlessly.

In Arthur's mind, the most impressive management master was Liu Bang from history.

He wasn't top-notch in strategy, politics, or warfare.

But this did not prevent them from managing relationships effectively, recruiting talented individuals to their cause, and ultimately winning the world.

Of course, that's true, but in this galaxy, individual strength is still important.

Otherwise, no matter how great your management and operations are, if someone charges in and kills you with a single blow, you won't be able to perform, right?

Although the existence of demons and monsters caused certain limitations, this did not prevent Arthur from making some good personnel arrangements.

Azrael, a representative figure of the Dark Angels Chapter in the 40k era, the owner of the Lion King's Helm, a Chapter Master recognized by the Robed Dwarves, and one of the few High Masters who could control the Inner Circle.

He sat at the other end of the long table, clad in power armor, maintaining a solemn posture, his robes trailing to the ground, motionless.

Contrary to expectations of greater trouble, His Highness first led him for a while, and then they arrived together at this council hall.

The process involved asking Azrael about his life in Steelwing during this time, and what his opinions were on the current situation.

This emboldened Azrael.

"Your Highness, we cannot continue to advocate infiltration indefinitely."

Azrael's voice was earnest, and his gaze was piercing.

"Forgive my bluntness, senior Flamewing, but while their camouflage is impeccable and I do not deny their professional competence, their contribution to the Legion's objectives has been limited."

“We need enough people to take over and iterate the management of the entire Dark Angels Chapter, and we need to develop a member with a high enough position in a short period of time.”

Completely different from his feigned understanding in front of Kay, Azrael began to explain his plans to Arthur.

Goodness, they've already figured out the political landscape within Broken Steel Wings.

Arthur was slightly surprised.

And he's very confident.

Are you so confident that you can become a battle group leader?

As expected of Azrael.

"So? What's your suggestion?"

Arthur asked patiently.

Preparations for the supply fleet are nearing completion, and with less work to do, it's worthwhile to thoroughly review the interactions with the new recruits.

Time can always be found if you squeeze it in.

"Who should we send? One from here, or one from the other side of the giant rock?"

Azrael shook his head.

He was self-aware enough to know that he couldn't command the 30k veterans, and the development of the Broken Wings Brothers wouldn't fall into his hands.

But on the other hand
To expand the reputation of new members within Broken Steel Wings, the only option is to use Dark Angels.

Because the conflicts between warbands and legions cannot be known to outsiders.

Perhaps because His Highness is on the legion's side, everyone might not care too much. It's not too late to kill whoever dares to step on the scale.

But the battle group must have exploded.

After thinking for a moment, Azrael spoke:

"Your Highness, I hope you can give me a group of tested, broken-winged brothers. I will lead them back to the battle group, develop a new inner circle, and gradually seize power."

As expected of a dark angel, seizing military power and forming cliques for personal gain has become second nature to him.

Holding the confidential documents in his hand, although they still had many loopholes because they were only a preliminary plan, they were enough to prove that Azrael was truly treating this idea as a career.

Arthur never expected that Azrael, who had just joined the Broken Wings and hadn't even completed his training with the Round Table Council, would have such an idea.

"I cannot grant you much power right now."

After reading through the documents that Azrael had temporarily compiled, Arthur immediately shook his head, his tone calm yet unquestionable.

"Let's finish our studies first."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Azrael lowered his head, the shadows concealing any expression he might reveal, but his fingers tightened slightly at his sides and then slowly loosened.

At the same time, he felt a little awkward.

Apart from the eight hundred Knights of the Round Table who initially met with Arthur, the Council of the Round Table served as a central meeting place for Primarchs and the Legion's high command, and was also an important institution for the Broken Wings to educate and train Legion officers.

Its main tasks are to improve the political and ideological quality, theoretical level and professional competence of the corps cadres, to de-radicalize them, and to cultivate a high-quality corps cadre team.

After a moment's hesitation, Azrael spoke again:
"Your Highness, I would like to know about the future of Belial and the others."

During the Broken Wing Brothers' test, Belial failed to notice the various details of the test and almost killed him.

Many Dark Angels are stuck at the Round Table Council stage during their promotions, which has caused a lot of complaints.

But Arthur wouldn't budge.

So-called hatred and extreme voices cannot be eliminated by the wishful thinking of a saint.

He would absolutely not allow extremist voices to re-enter the legion's command structure.

You can go crazy on your own following orders; there are plenty of battlefields in the galaxy where you can unleash your extreme side, but don't drag others down with you.

"Beria will be transferred to Dreadwing, and his consistent personality traits will likely be well utilized."

When faced with Azrael's explanation to his colleagues who had not passed the ideological test, Arthur began to explain.

"Once they have accumulated enough merit in the future, they will be able to return to the Round Table Council for further training."

Want a promotion? Sure, you can.

Change your mindset.

As the legion's structure gradually expanded, Arthur's assessment of its members showed no signs of loosening; on the contrary, it became increasingly formalized.

Do you really think he's the kind of person who promotes you to the Trident just because Perturabo likes you, and then cripples you when he sees you're useless?
To be honest, even now, Arthur dares not relax when facing the Dark Angels, whether it's the Legion or the Warband.

These veterans, apart from those who switched sides with the Lion King to the Caliban, were mostly Terrans who harbored resentment towards the Lion King. The fact that they were exiled already demonstrates how poor their political acumen was.

As for the Dark Angel recruits that Luther recruited afterward, don't count too much on them, aside from the internal traditions of the guild. The largest organization that has appeared so far is the Mining Guild, which Gareth formed to protect his own rights because he didn't want to be an Astartes and went to be a miner.

There are very few people you can truly rely on.

“I have higher expectations for the Legion, which is why I make these stringent demands on you.”

Arthur's voice was calm as he looked out the window at the warships that shimmered like stars in the planet's orbit. "I hope you can become a modern, professional army that can stand on its own, with a well-organized system, and can stand in the sunlight, rather than a secret service that is endlessly bogged down in internal strife over keeping secrets."

Fearing that Azrael might overthink things, he simply stated his plans for the Legion's future.

"I believe you can do better, and I will lead by example."

"I understand."

Azrael replied immediately, standing up hastily.

What makes him worthy of an explanation from the 'original body'?

He was merely a Dark Angel recruit, even though he had won the laurel wreath before officially becoming a battle brother. Only six Astartes in the entire Empire had received this honor in the past ten thousand years.

But in terms of status, experience, or importance, he is not qualified to stand here and have a Primarch listen to his thoughts, give him advice, or provide explanations.

Azrael's brow furrowed involuntarily, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He now understood where this awkwardness came from.

Is Your Highness busy?

Of course I'm busy!
Azrael has been transferred from the Chapter to the Chapter's office on Dawnstar for a year, and has never seen Arthur return to the port. The cipher in his memory always shows the mark "Primarch out".

The communications from the Broken Steel Wings fleet undoubtedly proved this point; each time, the voices that came through the communication channel were tired but determined.

But now, he stands here, listening to an overconfident recruit wasting his time.

Looking at Arthur's patient demeanor, I recalled his previous cautious attitude.

Azrael's breath hitched, but he quickly regained his composure.

As expected, His Highness was also troubled by the various problems within the legion.

He began to plan in his mind how to quickly complete the current series of training sessions, find a good position in the assignments, and at the same time, how to unite those members.

Belial and Samuel are acceptable, but the warband's line of inquisitors can basically be abandoned. The think tank also needs to be further consolidated, and the warband's training of members should begin to lean towards management.

This conversation allowed Azrael to grasp a deeper element.

Does Your Highness want a bunch of bureaucratic drudges?

No, there are plenty of cattle and horses, and the Legion doesn't shy away from using AI. Such cattle and horses are possible, but they will never be the precious Astartes.

What Your Highness needs is a group of Astartes who can coordinate operations, understand what the leader wants to do, and are emotionally stable; the same applies to warfare.

He needs a force that, once deployed, can control the military and political affairs of a region and ensure that no problems arise in that area.

It's not that they can't manage things after winning, nor is it a group of problem children who secretly cause trouble for him all the time.

You have to learn and adapt, otherwise you'll end up like those veterans—what good are strong tactics and combat capabilities anyway?
With your stress response, who would want to send you out?

The legion has never lacked capable fighters; no matter how strong they are, can they possibly be stronger than His Highness?!

As his thoughts continued to unfold, Azrael felt a heavy sense of mission.

That was the mission bestowed upon him by the bloodline flowing through his veins!
"Azrael".

Seeing that Azrael had fallen into a strange silence, Arthur checked the time and called out the other's name.

"exist!"

Azrael was immediately jolted out of his thoughts, and at the same time felt annoyed.

"Any other questions? Please tell us."

Arthur then asked.

"Your Highness, may I participate in this operation as a representative of the Round Table Council students?"

"Of course, but you have to pass the assessment."

Arthur glanced at the registration form and noticed that Azrael's name had already been entered. He then asked:

"Any more?"

The knight was incredibly patient.

Outside of the battlefield, this was one of the few things Arthur could offer these warriors.

"No, Your Highness."

Azrael answered without hesitation, bowing his head slightly in respect.

"it is good."

Arthur stood up decisively, glanced at the list again, and prepared to arrest the next dark angel who had some 'brilliant idea'.

All that was left for Azrael was a sharp, but not blinding, silhouette.
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Not long after Arthur left, Azrael approached Kay.

"Sir, I need a team of trainees. The goal is to build a leadership team that can encompass politics, military affairs, and people's livelihood, using the Ultra Warrior as a template. I hope to conduct the simulation based on a frigate."

He immediately handed over a list.

"This is the person I want."

"what?"

The tip of the training sword hovered in mid-air, and Kai's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He hadn't expected this junior to act so quickly.

He examined the list for a moment, then frowned slightly.

"Shall we start with the community? His Highness has made a rule."

The approval of things like troop-based operations was easy, since Dark Angels are born combat masters, but it also included the remaining two aspects.

"can."

Azrael nodded immediately.

That's amazing!

Kai couldn't help but sigh inwardly, and then immediately engraved his private message.

"You also need to get it stamped at the academic affairs office."

He kindly reminded me.

"Well, thank you."

Azrael responded and then strode away.

Do you think he'll be content to be a regular employee?
He wants a battle group!

Azrael will present His Highness with a Dark Angel Chapter, which he has modified to better suit His Highness's standards than the Dark Angel Legion.

The true Wings of Broken Steel.

(End of this chapter)