This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 379 The best time to plant a tree was ten years ago, the second best time is now.

What is the outcome of this handling?

Arthur asked.

"If Ash Claw has any further questions about the process, or has any other ideas, please feel free to speak up."

Nev hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Do the Ash Claws want to return to the Empire?

To be honest, I did think about it.

After all, life in the void is not easy; there are no stars, only endless nothingness.

The Emperor wove a beautiful dream for all Astartes, allowing these survivors of the Great Crusade to still cherish some of their past glory while surviving. This is the fundamental reason why the Ash Claws did not choose to degenerate into a traitorous warlord over the long years.

However, the emptiness in one's heart is difficult to fill.

However, every time I see the Empire's attitude, I feel hopeless. Moreover, the Empire probably won't give them any glory and will only use 'wild' warbands like them as consumables.

The Grayclaws have plenty of confidence. They have ruled several planets in the Ghoul Starfield and have been active ever since. Apart from the Geneseed, they are self-sufficient in everything. Even sharks often come to them for supplies. They never consider themselves to be rebelling.

Nev stopped talking but still wanted to.

To be honest, he had to consider whether this was their only chance in this lifetime.

All Ash Claws seek is glory, for the chapter's honor to endure. Is that too much to ask?

Not too much.

And putting aside the Empire, the government of the Dawn Sector under Primarchal rule is really appealing.

but--

After struggling with this for a while, Nev couldn't help but complain about the first Chapter Commander, Narat Gearing.

That statement back then was far too definitive. How could you possibly justify something like, "My father died and you were all just defending your theses"?

"The Primarchs all inherited different strengths from the Emperor, which made them appear unique, but their weaknesses were all the same."

Ramses suddenly spoke up, chuckling, "That means you can't express yourself."

A chorus of soft laughter filled the meeting room.

A group of veterans from various legions all agreed wholeheartedly.

After all, the one who was best at expressing himself was not understood by everyone and was considered arrogant. The rest of them were all at least half as good as these two adults. The atmosphere under their eloquence could be several times more relaxed.

"Doesn't this just prove that the Primarch and the Emperor have very few flaws?"

Huron was taken aback. Compared to the two rebellious sons of the Raven Guard and the First Legion, who were full of treachery, he still had a lot of positive feelings towards the Primarch.

He was waiting for Lord Guilliman to awaken and show his achievements to the Father of Genetics. Perhaps he could even receive a formal title from the Father of Genetics then, which would be enough for him.

Although Lord Ramesses was indeed too—

That's a bit too down-to-earth.

"No, it's simply that their inability to express themselves makes them awkward, which masks their many shortcomings."

Ramses shrugged and said, "Just like Corax."

"Pfft~"

Several dark angels couldn't hold back any longer.

This Primarch, raised by workers, values ​​life, so when conquering a planet, he tends to favor methods with fewer casualties, rather than focusing on efficiency and glory like the Raven Guard Terran.

The taciturn Primarch felt that his Terran subordinates were too inhumane, and he kept his displeasure to himself. The Dark Raven Guards below him felt that their Primarch was too weak and dishonorable, and they also kept their displeasure to themselves. In the end, they grew to hate each other.

If Master Ashton were to say something like, "The wars they've been through may end easily, but he is the leader of the Ravenguard, and he is here to ensure their next battle is won," then...

Then he explained that he values ​​ordinary people because of his living environment, hopes that they will make changes, and that he can organize awards for them, thus expressing his own views.

Just wait and see if these people below will listen to you.

After pondering this, Ramses sent a psychological counseling tutorial to the Raven King, who was still spying from the shadows of the Warp.

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Nev realized it in an instant.

After all, he wasn't a man-eating shark. These gods, who inherited their knowledge from Far, were in a rather mysterious state of mind, caring about nothing except using every means to kill aliens and traitors in the Ghoul Starfield.

If they want honor, they always have to pay a price; how can they have it all?
After hesitating for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"Lord Arthur, what does the Ash Claw need to do if it wants to return to the Empire?" After saying this, he seemed to break free of some kind of shackles, and even the air he breathed came out with a series of relaxed breaths.

"Registration is all that's needed. The Ash Claws will need to cooperate with the relevant inspections. The First Legion will communicate with you and provide relevant training to special units, including think tanks and technical sergeants. The Dawn Sector can provide you with supplies, including gene seeds, warships, replenishment personnel, and various consumables, and will also record and compile your chapter's history."

Arthur replied calmly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Clear and organized words can always stabilize a person's thoughts and give them more courage.

"What will happen to the planets we ruled before our return?"

Nev pressed further, then explained, "We are not clinging to power, but rather responsible to the people under our rule."

It wasn't that Nev was afraid; it was simply that the Empire's violent strategy of reclaiming stranded planets had long been infamous.

The Ash Claws treated their subjects fairly well, allowing them to share meals during daily activities. In fact, when the Ash Claws captured those who had rebelled against Astartes, they would even go to the arena with the mortals to watch the duels.

Even sharks can only politely trade seeds and then take away the selected Astartes reserves.

It's quite strange that the Ash Claws, who were once known for their contempt for mortals, are now mingling with them.

"That depends on your wishes."

Arthur replied, “If you intend to continue to be stationed in the Ghoul Starfield, then you will continue to maintain your rule, but we will send government agencies to develop the planet. The above conditions remain unchanged. If you intend to be stationed within the Empire, the Dawn Starfield can also be responsible for the relocation of this population.”

The Dawn Star Sector has extensive experience in large-scale population migration, honed through years of firefighting efforts.

"What are the benefits like?"

"You can use the Badab sub-sector as a reference."

Arthur replied, "Huron can arrange for you to conduct an investigation of the surrounding star systems."

Although Huron was essentially a Grand Astartesian and an ambitious man, it was precisely because of this that he was more attentive to the strategy of responding to the Wings of Dawn.

While vast resources fuel the war machines pumped by the human empire, countless factories and organizations are constantly monitoring the living standards of the local population.

The Dawn Star Sector has always attached great importance to this aspect of development.

It could even be said that it attaches great importance to it.

It's not just about meeting basic survival needs; we've also been focusing on building a spiritual and cultural environment, such as radio stations and broadcasts within the planetary region, and creating art works for the general public, devoting considerable attention to these areas.

Of course, many people will say that the current situation in the galaxy is severe, and administrative capacity and productivity should not be wasted on improving the living standards of ordinary people.

Many people would say that now is not the time.

Just as the emperor always ignored many voices, from the demands of Astartes and the conflicts among his sons to the empire's disastrous living standards and uprisings breaking out everywhere.

He ignored them all.

Because it’s not yet time.

So the question is, when is that time?

At first, everyone felt that the timing was wrong. This standard of living curve looked just like the Four Color Theorem. If it was too low, it would lead to corruption; if it was too high, it would lead to corruption; if there was too much witnessing, it would lead to corruption; if there was too much fighting, it would lead to corruption. Everyone should just be patient.

But upon reflection, wasn't their ultimate goal that they came here hoping these people would have a better life?

Every rebellion in the Empire caused by separatism has not actually brought the so-called freedom and equality to the people struggling within it, especially since a planet often can only be instigated by chaos.

The Chaos Cult became the rulers of a planet, and the rebellious people were ultimately enslaved by a new generation of masters.

Twisted mutations will appear on the bodies of the locals, who will be forced to torment each other and compete for limited resources under even more brutal rules.

The weak are exploited and forced into endless labor designed to inflict pain until their bodies die and their souls are consumed. Meanwhile, the strong fight among themselves, sacrificing more of the weak to please their gods and gain more power.

Chaos is far worse than Empire, that's a fact, and rotten is rotten.

But the Empire is already bad enough. Otherwise, why would anyone choose to join Chaos? We're not blind.

Just like Kos back then, in the face of the threat of chaos, in order to defend their lives, people from Astartes to mortals unleashed unprecedented power.

It is said that Luo Jia and Anglong, along with nine Glory Queens (whose origins are unknown) and three Abyss-class battleships, burned a hundred worlds. In reality, it was two legions that were chased and attacked by the enraged Ultramarines.

What are we waiting for? Let's get started. Every day of good life is a blessing.

Then I just slapped my hand on a decision and got to work.

The best time to plant a tree was ten years ago; the second best time is now.

And they quickly proved the value of their actions.

(End of this chapter)