This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 377 If there's anything, try to find the world's problems.

In today's empire, no repair manual describes more complex unexpected situations, and no case studies are more continuous than the dense array of cases presented.

Its rapid processing capabilities, swift allocation of logistical resources, meticulous collaboration among technicians from multiple educational systems, active cooperation at the ship's command level, and ample onboard resources—

The combination of numerous positive factors ultimately saved ships from destruction.

You are able to escape from the predicament of being sandwiched between two thin continental plates, with the endless deep sea above and scorching lava below, and a tunnel boring machine in front of you. You not only have to move forward on the bumpy road, but also have to deal with the desperate situation of being hit by lava and high-pressure water cannons at any time, in order to stay away from the fate of those compatriots who crashed, and finally usher in the dawn.

The entire fleet had no choice but to follow it, or they would simply crash headlong into the 'wall' and die.

Because it can't be stopped.

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Ramses fell silent.

He looked at the documents on the table: the densely packed data between the yellowed pages, the shocking damage reports, and the scribbled repair records.

Each page seems to be silently accusing something.

All those words ultimately boiled down to one sentence.

Hehehe, I must survive.

What is the survival rate of this batch of crew members?

Arthur spoke up, asking Ramses the question he wanted to ask.

"They are still in Malmö, being resettled in batches."

Huron, who was studying the composition of the Alpha components with Azrael and realized he couldn't figure it out at all, immediately replied: "We have prepared ecological chambers. Apart from the bridge personnel, the rest will be isolated and housed on their respective motherships."

"The casualty statistics are here."

Huron reached out and retrieved the document from the conference table.

He was well-prepared in this regard.

"Reassign a new batch of maintenance personnel to the Man-Eating Shark and the Weeping One. I'm taking all the staff who were involved in the wormhole voyage."

Putting aside the experience they gained in the process, no one is more suitable than this group of people who have personally experienced it for the stable wormhole travel needed in the future.

Arthur thought for a moment and then said, "Also, help me inquire about the command groups of ships that are difficult to repair. See if they are willing to accept recruitment. Dawn Wings also needs them—Badab should have some talent training and reserves in this area, right?"

"Of course, I'll arrange it immediately."

Huron replied immediately and then summoned his adjutant.

Compared to the other four special districts, besides serving as a logistics and military center, Huron, while organizing tax investigations in Astartes and urging various planetary governors to take advantage of the Dawn Sector, also took the opportunity to raid it.

Basically, it has everything that should be there. Although the scope is not very large due to his own status, Huron, who has been studying numerology after long-term exchanges with think tanks, still managed to gather thirteen items.

Yes, the thirteenth world of Badab.

The Dawn Sector is no longer worried about Huron rebelling. They also need a relatively autocratic decision-maker in the Vortex region, otherwise the Vortex is likely to revert to its previous half-dead state amidst various political infighting.

"I'm sorry, my lord."

Frost, standing to the side, couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

If they hadn't decided to travel with the merchant ships in the first place, they wouldn't have inflicted such heavy damage on the Allied Fleet, which hadn't withstood the brutal battles across dozens of star systems, even after the war was already over.

"It's not your problem."

Arthur shook his head and emphasized, "It's a miracle, a miracle as it should be."

Without the skilled technicians and ample supplies provided by the Dawn Sector, and without the Weeping Ones' initiative against mortal forces, what floats over the Badab Subsector now would not be a wormhole, but a warp rift leading to an unknown destination, or perhaps none of this ever happened at all.

But all of this happened.

The worm-human empire, which should not have been destroyed, perished. The caravans, which should have been destroyed, survived under the protection of the Weeping Ones. Together, they opened a wormhole that should never have appeared and survived thanks to the power bestowed upon them by countless kin and their accumulated experience. So a miracle occurred, as it should be.

As for casualties
Without them, starting from 850.m41, the future Space Shark, amidst the invasion of the Leviathan Hive fleet, was reduced to three hundred men. If not for the support of the Ash Claws, they would have been wiped out.

Afterwards, the main force of the Zerg Hive Fleet also chose to invade Baal and join forces with the winners of the Octarius Battlegrounds tournament. The Zerglings have even extended their reach to the Calissis sector of the Misty Starfield, and have even secretly taken control of a merchant alliance. Many Inquisitors have fallen into their hands. Coupled with the Chaos invasion and the opening of the Great Rift, the entire dark side of the Empire is in complete chaos.

The death of a fellow countryman is sad, but those who suffer the same loss should not be blamed.

Do you think it's okay if the mourners don't come?

Wrong, I'll give you something even bigger next time, you won't be able to catch it.

Now that the conditions are in place, we should address these issues after they have been exposed, just like the crew members who carried the Combined Fleet from the Ghoul Starfield to the Great Vortex.

"What's it to you? You are the most outstanding Holy Blood Angels."

Ramses patted Foros on the shoulder.

"When something bad happens, look for problems in the world and don't think you're at fault."

Tiberius also wholeheartedly agreed.

As a warband that has been active in the Ghoul Starfield for many years, they had no idea that there was such a worm-human empire hidden right under their noses. It even included a small number of remnants of the Randan. If they were allowed to continue to grow and develop outside the Star Torch, who knows if they would grow into a major threat in the future.

So although they harbored some resentment towards cooperating with those who weep, at least they also benefited greatly, solving a deeply buried hidden danger for humanity, and their sacrifice was not meaningless.

"Could you entrust the further exploration of the wormhole to us?"

Forros couldn't help but ask again, "Huron really feels bad about treating them to such good food and drink."

The wormhole has now gradually stabilized after Ramses placed Karna's warp entity inside, making the fire-cleared passage very suitable.

Ramses is planning a research project, and they will need to bring in a large number of research teams afterward. Forros thinks that it would be suitable for them to come and do the exploration work.

When it comes to mine clearance, as long as the Primarch is present, there's nothing to worry about.

It can only be said that the arrival of the Primarch and his patience gave Forros an unprecedented sense of security.

"Oh, there's no need for that."

Ramses quickly waved his hand.

It's not worth blowing up a wormhole we finally managed to create.

This risk is manageable.

The surrounding dark angels were on edge, rarely seeing this guy make a fool of himself.

Arrogant at first and respectful at the end, it makes people laugh when they think about it.

"Given the damage suffered by the Lamenters, I believe that we should prioritize replenishing their ships and troops. Until then, I suggest that you join us and travel with us to the Dawn Starfield."

Arthur even cracked a joke, which was rare for him.

Just as Forros thought, they could still keep things under control under normal circumstances.

"clear."

Frost lowered his head in disappointment, which relieved everyone around him.

"Next is the arrangement for Ash Claw."

Arthur shook the file, then looked at the gray-blue Space Marine who had been mostly silent beside Tiberius.

Chapter Leader of Ash Claws - Nehat Nef.

(End of this chapter)