This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 386 Thirty-Year Plan

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The vast horn sounds, heralding the glorious end of an epic saga.

Banners fluttered, and swords and spears stood like a forest.

The vast city of Dawn was completely silent.

In the central square, two Astartes stood facing each other.

They were the last remaining members of this battle for glory.

Blood flowed slowly as they braced themselves against the blades with their hands, their eyes gleaming with an indomitable spirit.

Their skills had reached a pinnacle; when both their bodies were nearing their limits, it was now a contest of wills.

Time passes.

Silence reigned all around.

Steel Knights champion Helward Ström looked at Titus in front of him.

His opponent.

This victory celebration, spearheaded by Lord Romulus and held in accordance with the rules of the Blade's Feast, is the final opponent and the final obstacle in this naming war.

Titus.

Powerful, unrestrained, with a lingering, cold anger in his eyes.

A terrifying sense of oppression.

Even though the other side was unfamiliar with the rules, and even though they were more skilled at battlefield combat, the high-intensity fighting that lasted for more than ten hours, from dusk till dawn, extended this battle, which should have ended long ago, into the next day.

With a poison powerful enough to easily kill mortals, they are now locked in a stalemate, forced to wait for the toxin to spread and put both sides to the test.

No one expected that Astartes would possess such resilience.

Their gazes were turned away.

Is this a sign of weakness?

'There's always someone better.'

With his eyes lowered, Helward adjusted his breathing and remained silent.

He couldn't hold it any longer.

A familiar feeling enveloped him, a premonition of reaching his limit in each duel.

He raised his eyes somewhat unwillingly and met his gaze again.

Cold, focused, angry.
purely!

Time seemed to slow down, but the soldier still didn't think about anything; his eyes were only on his opponent, and always on his opponent.

Helward had heard the story of this warrior, knew of the glory he had experienced, and heard of his unwavering resolve.

Now, he has come to a profound understanding.

Such souls are sure to turn the tide.

His parched lips moved, but he couldn't hold on any longer, and his head fell.

Below the dueling platform, dozens of Astartes, who had recovered, stood up one after another and roared with all their might:

"Wan Sheng!!"

The roar carried far and wide, merging with the voices of the surrounding onlookers to erupt into a thunderous cheer.

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

A surging wave of cheers rose up, a response from hundreds of millions of people to the heroes.

Men and women.

The elderly and young children.

They gave everything they could to this grand event.

Look, those are the warriors who defend their lives, that is the strength they possess, the will they have.

Their lives today are a result of the sacrifices of these superhumans, and of the billions of human brethren who fight across the galaxy.

The Astartes were all moved, unable to maintain their composure; the excitement brought by the honor made even the detached among them unable to contain their excitement.

They fought to the death, all for the spotlight. The experience of participating in this grand event alone is enough for them to boast about for a hundred years.

"Rise up, warriors of humanity."

A haughty and aloof voice came from above, and Titus raised his head.

He was riddled with wounds, his armor, which was not fitted with a power pack, was riddled with jagged gashes. Toxins spread through his chest cavity with each heartbeat, pushing his body to its limit and blurring his vision.

But he still mustered his spirits and stood before the Lord of Knights with the utmost determination.

The light of dawn heralded his victory, as he won the championship selected by the twelve successor warbands of the 812th Sons of Dorne, Blade's Feast, and claimed the honor of this, and the first, title battle.

This scene will likely be sung by countless people even ten thousand years from now.

Under the watchful eyes of millions, the extreme warrior on the high platform calmly accepted the attention, standing upright with his sword in hand.

Consciousness began to clear, and an unknown force diluted the toxins in the body, gradually restoring muscles, bones, and even the armor on the body.

He was not arrogant. This was only a temporary decision. Many champions of the warbands had not yet arrived, and many brave warriors were trapped in their duties. Dark Angels, Holy Blood Angels, and other strongmen of the founding warbands were scattered throughout the galaxy, throwing themselves into battlefields.

Titus's gaze swept across the observation deck, where the chapter leaders from various chapters paid their respects to their champion with mixed emotions.

The mourners didn't come. These nice guys truly felt they had already achieved the highest honor and shouldn't compete with their brothers and cousins ​​anymore; they should focus more on the responsibilities the world had given them, the things they should do better—

But many people also took it as arrogance.

Arthur followed the line of sight and frowned slightly as his gaze fell on the paint schemes of certain warbands.

To be honest, based on their values, they are destined to dislike the culture of certain chapters. Putting aside the barbaric and cruel selection process of the old Maneater, the Malicious Warrior is also a heavyweight in Astartes, as well as those chapters that have more or less some dross.

Of course, Dawnwing didn't go to the extreme of intending to eliminate them directly, as that would easily lead to another wave of reinforcements targeting Chaos.

Aside from Ramses, who was always shouting "kill, kill, kill!" whenever he felt like it was going to cause trouble, the other three decided to carry out the modifications as soon as they actually got down to work.

This victory celebration and title match are also more about hoping to attract more Astartes members to establish connections with them through the honor.

Establish contact, then make changes.

If it cannot be modified, then the only option is to try to cut, dismantle, and rebuild.

Arthur thought of the education program within the Dawn Sector. He believed that in the future, they should focus on advanced education to support the rejuvenation of some Astartes chapters and further improve the overall quality of the Astartes.

He then shook his head slightly and raised his hand in acknowledgment.

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Two Knights of the Round Table stepped forward, their vessels holding armor.

It was a cobalt blue suit of armor with pale gold trim, and noble yet understated patterns engraved on it, incorporating not only the culture of the Ultra Warriors themselves but also obscure text.

On the heart area, a line of small, gilded characters is clearly visible.

'The Soul of Struggle'

Each champion's armor will be unique, and every chapter awaits its champion, embodying the expectations that Dawnwing holds for them.

"Armored, human warriors."

Titus nodded in response, his arms outstretched, and his armor fell off, revealing the black carapace nerve connections and tight-fitting combat suit beneath.

Two Knights of the Round Table stepped forward and helped the champion put on his armor.

Finally, the Lord of Knights picked up the helmet and personally placed the laurel wreath on the champion's head.

"For humanity."

Arthur said to Titus.

"For humanity!"

Titus responded by pounding his chest.

The sound never stopped.

The Knight Lord then departed, leaving the glory of victory to the ultimate victor.

In the light of dawn, the revitalized warrior surveyed his surroundings, seeing the fortified city brimming with the beauty of civilization, the humans cheering with heartfelt enthusiasm, the rolling torrent of iron, and the opponents who had fallen beneath his sword. Finally, he focused his gaze on the palm of his hand.

With his long tassels fluttering and his armor magnificent, the sword in his hand reflecting the sunlight, regardless of what the future held, at this moment he stood at the center of countless souls and gazes.

Everything he possesses is forged from what is before him.

"For humanity!"

Titus raised his sword, thinking of what the Wings of Dawn wanted to bestow upon them. Standing here, everyone knew what this grand event would bring them.

"For humanity!!!"
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"Time is running out."

Romulus flipped through the notes in his hand, muttering to himself, his gaze lingering on the time 786.m41 for a moment.

As the current strategy continues, over time, the number of qualified industrial workers will increase, productivity will rise, military strength will increase, and the overall security and productivity of the sector will continue to improve.

The overall education level of the sector is also improving, and the personnel sent to various warbands, the Astragalus Army, the Imperial Navy and other departments will gradually have a subtle influence on these departments, further improving internal stability.

Romulus was confident in this point. After all, if their ideas were not superior, they could not replace the original backward ideas. If they didn't even have this confidence, they shouldn't be trying to export their ideas.

Thirty years.

Romulus calculated the time.

This is the estimated safe period.

The chaotic process has been completely disrupted, and it is now difficult to predict how the opponent will play their remaining cards. Meanwhile, the Zerg swarm is about to arrive, and the Orks, who are scattered throughout the galaxy, are about to rise up.

He looked at the reports that Arthur and Karna handed over one after the other.

One person focused on optimizing and improving the quality of the elite ruling class, while the other turned their attention to the vast ordinary population. Together, they facilitated the fusion of superhumans and ordinary people.

By leveraging their well-defined division of labor, they are able to further consolidate their work achievements.

Ramses' current main task is to form a warp activity group with Korax. While completing a series of psionic research projects, they also need to advance the "Eldar Four Gods Power Acquisition and Application Plan" and the "Stable Wormhole Opening Plan".

Then, we need to further advance construction and strive to double the number of warships in the Dawn Starfield within thirty years. Then, we need to cooperate diplomatically with the Eldar, clear some network channels, and further strengthen our ability to respond to emergencies.

Having completed their final development using these thirty years of stability, they will no longer be able to fully focus on growth, and the future galaxy is destined to become more lively.

Intercept the Leviathan Hive fleet, launch a predatory offensive against the Comoros, eliminate any potential threat of a Greenskin resurgence, and then, most importantly, awaken Guilliman.

Romulus pondered, gradually refining the plan in his hands.

From people's livelihood to military affairs, from current production to future wars, the project list was gradually compiled.

These plans must be steadily advanced over the next thirty years, ultimately providing the power to achieve their desired goals.

Boom~Boom~
Cranes hauled up tens of thousands of tons of materials, and the sound of machinery echoed from the corridor.

The invincible Iron Guards waited quietly, ignoring the passage of time, and watched as yet another magnificent masterpiece gradually took shape in the hands of the ruler.

"Let's call it—"

"Project Centaur"

(End of this chapter)