This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 309 What I want is a way to survive, not a face!

The enemy brought battering rams, which they wielded with immense force, imbuing them with the power of the four gods, and smashing through the Star Fortress's defenses and the sealed surface void shield.

The world-renowned Cyprus-Mendy has suffered its worst blow since its construction.

Of the eight Ramirez-class fortresses that guarded the main star, only one remains—three were captured by the enemy, and the remaining four, along with the wreckage of the crashed ships, fell onto the planet's surface.

The entire Southern Hemisphere has been transformed into a purgatory, with intense geological activity causing countless volcanoes to erupt again, and precious technological creations and objects fallen from the sky sinking into the boiling mantle.

The three rail foundries were completely destroyed, and only five percent of the surface factories are still operational.

It is certain that this planet will lose its industrial output capacity within the next five years.

In the remaining port loading area, soldiers are lined up to receive supplies, while technical priests kneel beside the transport channels to perform a sacred maintenance ceremony.

The slave laborers, with laser rifles slung over their shoulders, underwent inspection by the legal officers of the Dawn Fleet.

Since the invasion of Chaos, every healthy body has had to become a combat unit.

Karna sat in the observation room.

After disengaging from the war, the Holy Blood Angels actively engaged in the rescue efforts for the remaining personnel in the Forging World of Cyprus-Mendy.

In the course of humanitarian relief efforts, Astartes was able to demonstrate the same detached status they held when on the battlefield.

Their extraordinary senses allow them to accurately capture details, their subspace resistance far exceeds that of ordinary people, enabling them to make decisive and correct decisions, and their strong physique supports them in carrying out their decisions.

This universe is truly fraught with danger, and the prerequisite for extending goodwill to others is that one must also be strong enough.

Ordinary people are inefficient, blind, easily swayed, and lack the awareness and ability to participate, but this does not mean that they have any inherent flaws. The asymmetry and distortion of information, as well as the erosion by dark forces, make them easy to be ignored and marginalized.

That is why ordinary people need the protection of Astartes even more, since these superhumans were also born from ordinary people.

Karna looked back at the office.

Fabian Watz, Director of Foundry World Cyprus-Mendy.

The chandelier above his head was trembling and tinkling.

They used a foyer belonging to the Mechanical Temple, located above the airport, as their meeting room.

Romulus sized up the foundry director in front of him.

Compared to his initial arrogance when he sent officials to make contact, the casting director is now much more reserved.

"How long will it take for your foundry world to restore production capacity?"

Romulus asked the question directly, his quill drawing a smooth path across the parchment.

"Sixty years."

The casting director answered honestly.

"With the population resources we currently retain."

He paused, his voice trembling involuntarily as he thought of his guilt in bringing a forging world to the brink of destruction:
"And we have already requested—"

"Your so-called allies provided some assistance?"

Romulus asked, not intending to listen to the other party's next words.

The pen tip continued to glide across the paper, and with a glance, de la Cruz immediately understood and handed over an audio file.

Watts hesitated for a moment, but still connected to the data interface.

Three seconds later, his emotions visibly turned to anger.

However, when he thought of the few chips he had left, he immediately deflated as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water.

"Your so-called allies are plotting to kill you and seize your remaining legacy."

Romulus gazed at the foundry director, whose demeanor shifted from anger to dejection, and spoke, his voice eerily calm.

"Detailed impeachment requests regarding you have been sent twice in the past hour. I have not responded. There is no signal in this galaxy, but I have still cleared out the large transport aircraft landing pad."

The teak table in the foyer was covered with maps and bundles of documents, as if it were a clumsy imitation of the lavish feasts prepared for extraterrestrial celebrities.

The casting director looked past these "sacrifices" and turned his hopeful gaze toward Romulus, like that of a drowning man.

"You are not suited for politics."

The ruler spoke frankly.

He had carefully analyzed the casting director's information. The casting director had a high level of personal operation skills and his academic level was also among the top in the mechanical sage group. Therefore, he was able to promote the rapid development of the casting world in an extremely rational way.

Its massive and efficient production capacity also garnered it support from many imperial powers.

This is precisely the source of his arrogance.

So he crashed.

There are truly many multi-talented individuals in this universe.

As the director of casting, you not only need to conduct your own research, but also deal with various forces in the empire as a politician, sell your products as a businessman, and plan the operation of a planet as a ruler.

All these orders are on one person, namely these mechanical cult followers who do not shy away from body modification. But even such outstanding talents have exposed their limitations to some extent.

When a mortal is burdened with too many responsibilities, mistakes are bound to occur. Even Romulus delegated a lot of tasks.

Therefore, he is not a god.

"I see."

The casting director nodded dejectedly, knowing he had to pay the price to save his life.

"You will be involved in the upcoming reconstruction of Cyprus."

Romulus provided a storage disk.

These are the participants.

This includes the more unconventional Mechanicus factions like the Underworld VIII and Agrippina, as well as the Dawn Sector technocrats, who form the core of the faction.

The principle of unity should be prioritized among members who can be united, just like how Arthur treated those veterans of the Dark Angels; some transformations require patience.

Anyway, Dawnwing's saber is sharp enough to correct the branches when they grow thorns.

Meanwhile, the sage, who had been standing silently at the other end of the table, dressed in a black and gray robe, made a move.

"Six years..."

The representative from Huangquan No. 8 spoke up.

This is time.

"Incidentally, a production license for heavy armored vehicles issued by the Dawn Sector."

Romulus said.

"If things go according to my plan, it will take no more than five years, but considering that I can't expect everyone to run like a machine, I will put my expectations a little longer."

"Perhaps we can continue the research during this process?"

"can."

"We need to station troops to ensure the safety of our property."

The representative then spoke.

“I anticipated this demand and have already started building the infrastructure. The White Regent and the representatives of the Wings of Dawn will be responsible for the security of the planet.”

Romulus said.

"Secondly, there's the arrangement of personnel for reconstruction."

The representative said.

“I haven’t inquired about this yet, sir, but I don’t think we can draw personnel from the combat team—”

"Ordinary laborers".

Romulus said without turning his head.

"You seem to have forgotten about the fact that the airport guild's technicians and laborers, loaders and porters, and two million non-combatants are also trapped in the airport area."

It came from the subspace, right?
Upon hearing this, the casting director couldn't help but think to himself.

"clear."

The representative of Huangquan No. 8 immediately bowed.

These are all requirements.

The casting director, observing the two's charade, also realized which rules he should abide by.

Controlling Cyprus's production capacity is out of the question, and the forging sages under my command will most likely have to go through another round of review; if they don't cooperate, they're probably out of luck.

However, his research can continue, and he can participate in the reconstruction of the planet, and will need to take over a series of subsequent production tasks.

"Director Fabian Watts"

The title "Overlord" sounded so familiar to the casting director.

He tapped the disk.

"Is this what you need to do? Can I put this responsibility back on you? Do you have any objections to this decision?"

"As ordered."

I dare not have any objections.

The casting director nodded repeatedly.

The Primarch's offer was actually quite generous. If it were him, he would have been so uncooperative back then that he would have launched the person into a star by now, instead of giving you a seat like this.

He glanced at the bench beside him.

He certainly didn't sit down.

He just wants a way to survive; he doesn't care about saving face.

(End of this chapter)