This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 381 This is the Dawn Star Sector

Dawn Sector, Pioneer-Dawn System, Dawn Star Ring
More than ten years passed before they returned, and it truly felt like a lifetime had passed.

The outline of the star ring has long since broken through the old boundaries, extending the outer area by nearly twenty kilometers like outstretched wings, in order to accommodate the needs of the ever-growing population and allow Dawn Star itself to better fulfill its role as a political, economic, and cultural center.

The southern part of the Star Ring is a giant scientific hub.

This place is home to scholars who have been selected through rigorous screening and sent here for advanced studies. They continuously analyze and study the technological artifacts recovered from all over the Milky Way, record their forms and functions, trace their principles, establish systematic observation and research methods, and ultimately replicate those technologies that have almost become black boxes one by one and conduct applied experiments.

With the Dawn Wings' tremendous victory, the scientists here no longer need to endure the pain of technology being unable to be applied in practice.

In the northern part of the Star Ring is a giant art installation.

This place houses meticulously researched historical records and artifacts of humankind. Countless past and present histories are recorded, archived, and ultimately passed down through film, drama, and written forms. The oldest of these records can even be traced back to the early days of human civilization.

In the orbit of a second planet close to its star, the agricultural world of Ishtar, enveloped by an atmospheric regulator, resembles an emerald.

After thousands of years of operation, the artificial monsoon has become part of the climate itself, planning regular airflow bands in the clouds, so that the sunlight and rainfall of each different agricultural production area are precisely and naturally formed.

Harvesting units, manually operated by humans, travel between various production blocks, are transported to the synchronous space station via near-Earth orbit elevators, and then carried by cargo barge fleets to various parts of the galaxy, continuously providing high-quality food resources for the population within the Pioneer Galaxy.

In the orbit of the fourth planet, far from its star, the forged world Mars radiates an incessant heat.

After more than a decade of planning and investment, the talent training program hosted by the Dawn Star District Government has begun to show results. With a large number of qualified technical personnel joining the workforce, in addition to the supply of various basic combat materials, Mars's Void Shipyard and Fleet Docks have begun to expand further, and the giant dock on the orbit is gradually taking shape under the continuous demand for production capacity.

A large number of light cruisers and frigates are being launched in succession. These ships will become the patrol fleet directly under the control of the Dawn Sector, used to further consolidate security between various star systems.

With sufficient production capacity and technological reserves, a massive project to replicate several Glory Queens as reference models is about to begin.

The three planets constitute the three core parts of the Dawn Galaxy. Even if it completely loses external supply, the Dawn Galaxy can still operate efficiently by utilizing the resources inside the galaxy.

The fleet emerged from Mandeville, carrying countless pilgrims, travelers, and warriors—all sorts of people—allowing them to glimpse a corner of the future.

The fleet flickered away from Mandeville, carrying countless young people with dreams into deep space. Their uniforms bore the Dawn Emblem on their collars, and the coordinates of unfamiliar star systems pulsed above the star array of the ships—these seeds would take root and sprout in more distant soil, bringing dawn to other worlds.

Countless ships came and went, went and came again.

The prosperity of Dawn Star is becoming increasingly captivating.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. After all, this is Dawn Star. The rapid development here is beyond description. For a race like humans, whose lifespan is limited and who have been numb for tens of thousands of years, it is a good thing to be able to see new things every time we come to a familiar place.

"This is the second time."

Seeing Tarasin, who was also in the living room, enjoying the Blade Feast with an antique camera, Aglaia, who was sitting in her seat approving documents with her servo skull, revealed a gritted-teeth expression.

Every now and then, a Calidus assassin would emerge from hiding, disappearing with the processed documents.

"Instead of worrying about my lifespan, you should worry about yourself. I heard that when your head was ripped off by the Menak Dynasty's Emperor in the Ghoul Starfield, I immediately dropped a bunch of things on Terra and ran back."

Stirring her coffee, Taracin asked casually, "Did you take a day off?"

"of course!"

Aglaia blurted out, then raised her bloodshot eyes and glared at the other person with a look full of resentment.

What a damn leader's attitude!
Smacking his lips, savoring the soul-stirring pleasure through the metal body, Tarasin tilted his head and couldn't help but tease, "Why don't I feel like you care about me this much?"

"over thinking."

Aglaia, whose fingers rely on muscle memory to edit documents and whose brain relies on neural memory to process document information, is already somewhat desperate and realizes that her thinking has begun to become alienated. She really wants to shoot the other person in the forehead.

Without a moment's mourning for Tarachin's death, she immediately rushed back to the Dawn Sector, where she was about to take on the easiest job in history and the most generous allowance!
As a result, the guy whose head was hanging from the Emperor's waist didn't die.

The appearance of a wormhole in the Vortex region was no secret to the Imperial high command. Although Terra was rather pessimistic about it and suggested simply blowing it up with a rift weapon to solve the problem once and for all, the Dawn Sector still actively monitored and studied the wormhole.

To ensure the research can proceed, it is essential to maintain control over the wormhole.

Things are fine here in the Maelstrom; everyone trusts Huron to handle things. But it's a different story in the Ghoul Sector. The environment is complex, and warp travel is difficult. Inevitably, there will be clashes with all sorts of monsters and demons from the Ghoul Sector who come after hearing the news.

But Dawnwing has always been winning, and this time they've gone from one victory to another.

With the existence of wormholes, the forces of the Dawn Sector can be directly deployed through the powerful logistics system of the Galactic Center.

The loss of a capital ship can be quickly replaced by the production of a new one in the Forge World. The supply of fighter jets, tanks, and tactical equipment always follows the loss. Even if a Titan Legion is damaged, it is just a simple troop rotation and resupply for the Dawn Sector.

Even the mortal support troops responsible for filling in the lines are equipped with a large number of heavy vehicles and void armor. You can't even see a single person when you look at the horizon.

After completing the investigation of potential threats in the Vortex Sector, a steady stream of combat forces began to be deployed to the 'Midnight' Sector, which had only been cleared by the Weeping Ones and the Man-Eating Sharks a few years earlier and was now occupied again by various alien species.

Before they could even enjoy the benefits of this hard-won change, these aliens, whose ancestors had left a significant mark on the galaxy, were angrily preparing to teach these 'invaders a lesson' when they suddenly discovered a serious problem.

The dead memories began to attack them again.

This time, it's not as simple as being constrained by transportation capacity and ultimately only being able to send three or four Space Marine chapters and a dozen or so Astragalist legions to deal with limited matters outside the frontier.

Less than a year later, with the 'Iron Ring' under construction in Huron, the aliens in the Midnight Sector had already been ravaged once again, and humanity had ushered in a brief period of militarized expansion in the territory beyond the Star Torch.

The situation only stabilized after the intervention of the Necromancer Menak dynasty, marking the first large-scale war between humanity and a relatively well-organized Necromancer dynasty. The conflict is currently at a stalemate.

Tarasin planned to take a look while the two sides were locked in a stalemate, but as soon as he saw the Emperor, his head flew off.

"The Milky Way is about to get lively."

Reflected in my eyes were the cheering crowds, the Space Marines displaying their skills, the retired Astragalus and Naval officers rehired in military academies, the busy technicians, the diligent scholars, and the bustling civil servants.
Tarasin said thoughtfully, "How long do you think this kind of life can last, little judge?"

"I do not know."

Aglaia responded without looking up, continuing to work diligently on the documents.

The clamor of the celebration outside the window mingled with the rustling of papers turning inside, while she simply pressed yet another electronic stamp at the end of the transfer order, and the bright red eagle emblem slowly solidified on the screen.

No matter how many challenges may lie ahead, she remains full of confidence.

A new report from the terminal trembled slightly on the corner of the table. She reached out and pulled it into the processing queue.

"We forge our own path step by step, and we will naturally walk towards the future. You are overcomplicating things and have wasted all your life."

All she needs to do is focus on the present moment with that confidence.

"Heh, you're surprisingly clear-headed about life."

Taracin asked the bartender for two glasses of water to wash the parts, and sighed inwardly: This is what a pillar of humanity looks like.

The 'ancient humans' who have lived for 60 million years believe that the future of humanity rests on these young people.

We should give more opportunities to the determined young judges later.

After drinking a glass of water, Tarasin secretly pondered to himself.

Those who are capable should do more work.

"Ah!"

Aglaia suddenly covered her mouth and looked around in confusion.

The ominous signs are warning us again.

She immediately glared warily at Tarasin, who was pretending to examine the wine glass.

That's the downside of having a soul.

(End of this chapter)