This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 406 The Dawn Fleet Awaits
"grown ups!"

Under the envious gazes of the Imperial Guards still stuck at their workstations 'paying their debts,' and after his identity was verified by the security system he himself had established—including the Assassins Court bodyguards lurking in the shadows—De la Cruz strode into the office.

The person was wearing a somewhat oversized cloak, with his gauntlets casually placed to one side. He was resting his arm on the government affairs desk, which was once again filled with drifting catkins, as he was reviewing documents. Beside him was a slightly blurry projection, the face of which was indistinct.

He was staring at the data on the holographic projection, slightly lost in thought.

De la Cruz nodded to the 'Preserver' who aided in the calculations and followed the ruler's gaze.

Everywhere he looked, there were the names of soldiers, workers, civilians and their wives and children, the families of those who did not survive, the deceased, the missing and the unaccounted for.

Those who will never return.

"De la Cruz, you're back."

Romulus looked up, and the hand that had been signing and annotating seemed to never stop.

"Yes, my lord."

The chief steward patted his chest and bowed, letting out a sigh of relief.

Judging from the voice alone, the ruler remained in high spirits.

After a brief greeting to the 'Preserver,' the Grand Steward did not rush forward but instead gave his place to the Tribunal.

Meanwhile, the largest processing system on Dawn Star is allocating a small portion of its computing power to handle various requests for assistance from all over the star sector.

Even in the Primarch's private offices, more than 1,300 staff members were working around him.

Operators of the communications system, war council staff surrounding the Auguste Array, marshals and generals of the Dawn Guard, officers, political officers, and star speakers moved about.

The order has been put into practice, and the expectations that have gathered from the efforts and sweat of countless people are beginning to bear fruit.

Kirkken took a deep breath to prevent his words from becoming too sharp due to the accumulation of long-standing resentment, and then stepped forward.

Then he saw a book that Romulus had placed on the table.

On the Imperial Guard

“Each member of the Ten Thousand Men Corps embodies the culmination of ancient and modern genetic knowledge. Even if ordinary people study for generations, they will find it difficult to fathom the mysteries within. Each of you is unique, and each of you is a treasure that can no longer be traced in human history. I do not hesitate to give up the vast lives of others, but I am stingy with your lives.”

—Emperor.

As the situation in the Dawn Sector stabilized and the power of the Wings of Dawn grew stronger, a series of teaching materials and decryption documents were gradually made available to the citizens of the Dawn Sector.

It even has a bunch of secrets, including the Imperial Guard.

Although the time travelers didn't have a good impression of the Imperial Guard, this book presented the information about the Imperial Guard that was known to the general public in a fairly objective manner.

The publication of this book still made countless Imperial Guards, who had stopped pretending to be ostriches and truly realized that they had not understood the Emperor's will, feel ashamed.

Report: The Primarchs are slandering and defaming the Imperial Guard again!
I knew these traitors had ill intentions. Tell me, how did they slander me!
They described everything we have done over the past ten thousand years.

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Tribune Kirkken remained silent for a long time.

pat!

He placed the documents on the table, then silently turned and left.

Just as no Imperial Guard would be so shameless as to constantly endure the Emperor's psionic slaps and nagging while clinging to the palace, none of them would remain unmoved if such a statement were uttered before them. They care about nothing—no Empire, no humanity.
That is why they only care about the emperor.

Their actions failed to live up to the emperor's expectations.

De la Cruz stepped aside to let the turning Imperial Guard pass, walked forward, and retrieved the books that had just been placed there into a hidden compartment next to the long table. Then, he assisted the ruler in starting the statistics.

Here, information in various forms is calculated and aggregated with the aid of computation that has been tested for loyalty, and finally a decision is made through a single voice.

This is the brain and nervous system of the entire Dawn Sector, monitoring and supervising the war, troop deployment, logistical needs, social stability, and intelligence transmitted back from various locations in thousands of scattered areas within the sector.
But no one knew what the Dawnwings were truly concerned about.

The true information about 'Time Key Star' will not appear in any paper documents. In order to prevent chaos from causing trouble, apart from the humans who have landed on that planet and a very small number of people, everyone only knows that it is a fortress surrounded by a huge amount of black stone.

No one knows what secrets the hell hidden beneath the rifts of the real universe is about to unveil, just north of Dawn Star.

Even Romulus felt uneasy.

Da~da~
The ruler tapped his fingers lightly, and De la Cruz glanced at his hand.

Look how rare this is, a behavior that belongs to a human being.

De la Cruz lowered his head and smiled.

"Perhaps I should change this habit?"

Romulus had clearly noticed this detail as well, and said it jokingly.

"Please don't stop, sir."

Ernesto de la Cruz replied, “I’m glad I know I’m not the only one who’s nervous.”

"We're just waiting."

Romulus corrected him, "A warrior spends ninety-nine percent of his life waiting, and whatever the outcome, we will act again."

The people around immediately burst into laughter.

Even Romulus put on a smile.

Ernesto de la Cruz had seen this man complain before, but after each complaint about the incompetence of his allies and the shamelessness of the enemy, he was able to regain his confidence and face the challenges ahead with a more positive attitude.

Since the Allied Forces have become more like human beings due to the ever-expanding influence of Dawnwing, Dawnwing's psychological resilience has increased dramatically.

That's the good thing about time travelers: they've seen how terrible the world is without them, so they won't get mentally drained by all sorts of inexplicable messes, nor will they doubt themselves because of the cruel invasion deliberately created by Chaos. Their mentality actually gets better as they hold more and more power in their hands.

This attitude naturally influenced those around him.

They awaited the final result with a positive attitude.

"If you ask me, the tenacity that those bastards have always been so proud of is utter bullshit."

A familiar voice rang out; there was no need to guess who it was.

"A bunch of bastards who got away with it by using filters. Now that the blessing is gone, they all kneel down. Nurgle's minions are the easiest to bully besides Slaanesh. I could grab any State Cult follower from under the city of the Sun in the Sun Sector and they would be more resilient than them."

When did the average standard of living in the Sun Star Region become the lowest in the empire?
"This time, we have to clean up Naggle's sewers. Fast forward to the point where every evil god has his own toilet seat. We can't leave Old Man Huang all alone."

Ernesto de la Cruz, who was initially worried about morale, managed to keep a straight face.

(End of this chapter)