This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 407 Recent Developments in the Great Whirlpool

At this moment, there is nothing else in the Milky Way.

Except for the cold and silent dark night.

The Iron Line of Badab is the most dazzling section of the magnificent Vortex Complex, stretching for thousands of light-years, like a sea cliff traversing the eastern protrusion between the Limits and the Solar System.

Despite the intense psionic echoes from the endless wars waged by the aliens and heretics that were gradually encroaching on human territory, and the shadows of the endless swarms of insects intertwining in the warp, which nearly robbed countless unblessed psionicists of their abilities, the central fortress of the Iron Line remained remarkably quiet.

A deep, heavy darkness, like a storm, enveloped the city walls and the plains beyond. As the star fortresses on the planet's periphery blocked out much of the sunlight, the temperature gradually dropped below zero amidst howling winds, and it continued to fall.

Frost gradually spread across the giant cannons and armor that were continuously being transported to the transport fleet via space elevators.

"The main force of the Man-Eating Shark is on standby in the N3 subspace rift region of the Great Vortex, while the Ash Claw company assists the Silverheart defense forces in intercepting the invasion of the Chaos Dwarves."

During his patrol, Rufter Huron, the 'Guardian of the Great Vortex' and Chapter Master of the Claws of the Stars, issued his orders in response to communications from allied forces.

He then hurried through a column of Astartes recruits.

The warriors of this Star Claw are mostly recruited quickly, using a simplified screening process and Astartes surgery to rapidly recruit and create legion soldiers. There are many such soldiers to supplement the military strength of the Vortex region, which is becoming increasingly strained as the situation becomes more severe.

Eight days ago, after several years of having fully taken over the military defense of the Maelstrom, his direct appointment from Terra finally arrived.

Having come to realize just how utterly desolate Terra was, and out of genuine respect for every low-ranking Terran official, Huron symbolically handed the appointment to his accompanying think tank and continued his swift march along the city walls.

“The star sector routes are almost completely blocked. I need you to stay here and help us build the defenses.”

He then extended his own invitation.

Years later, Astartes, who had always looked down on mortals, gradually changed his ways as he witnessed more and more human diversity.

"As you command, Guardian."

The somewhat hunched imperial official replied gratefully, and was then led away by an Astartes who served as his secretary.

"Always be aware of chaotic contamination."

Huron nodded, then reminded one of the officers as he passed by.

This batch of support troops consists of 500 Star Claw warriors and 50,000 selected auxiliary soldiers under his command, not including heavy vehicle operators and various technical support personnel.

They will travel by transport fleet to the Oakalius region to support more than ten warbands, including the White Scars, Firehawks, and Red Scorpions, which are engaged in a tug-of-war with the Tyranid swarm and Greenskins.

These troops, which are constantly being replenished to the front lines of the battle against the aliens, will gradually take over the defensive work, providing the mobile forces of each chapter with the opportunity to penetrate into the Orctalius Sector and launch extermination strikes against those areas where the Tyranids and Orks are fighting.

Thanks to the early cleanup led by the Knight Lord and the Dark Angels, at least now they have a complete star map, so they can still find the enemy's planet.

Huron took a breath.

These hastily recruited soldiers, whose wills have not been tempered, are not suited to fight against Chaos, but they are sufficient to deal with the threats from the Greenskins and the Terran swarm.

This is a last resort, a measure taken out of necessity.

Chaos, the Orks, the Terran—each of them is a major threat to the Empire.

After taking over the Maelstrom and achieving his life goals, Huron didn't just give up. Instead, he continued to respond to the Primarchs' policy of having more and better offspring to deal with the future threats that the Primarchs kept emphasizing. In any case, the Dawn Sector reimburses gene seeds.

The problem is that this time it's not a multiple-choice question.

The Great Vortex is located at the center of the Milky Way, bordering the territory of the Space Dwarves to the north, entering the Sun's domain to the west through Amegidodton, and close to Euclius to the south. Most of its eastern region belongs to the subspace rift of the Great Vortex, a small Eye of Terror.

Currently, the north is facing an invasion by Chaos Dwarves, the western region of Amegiddon is being swept by a suddenly rising, massive orc empire led by the Bonecrushers, and numerous sightings of Tyranid swarms have been reported in the southern regions of Euclius and the Maelstrom near the bottom edge of the galaxy, indiscriminately attacking orc and human territories.

As for the Great Vortex subspace rift itself, it has also entered an active phase, with a large number of Chaos Warbands and space pirates beginning to harass the Great Vortex sector.

The thought of this battlefront, which had almost completely encircled the Maelstrom in less than a decade, and the Greenskins and Tyranids that had been constantly strengthened as if on steroids during the war, sent chills down Huron's spine.

He originally thought that Star Claw's expansion to 10,000 men over the past few decades was enough, but now he sees that this number isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap.

The Vortex Sector, which comprised more than thirty chapters, was largely composed of those adhering to the Codex Astartes, and found itself struggling to keep up with the sudden attacks from all sides.

Huron entered the Herber Fortress, located in the center of the Badab military system. Inside this complex fortress, which had been built not long ago, all the officers on duty were already in place.

They have stayed here ever since the Great Whirlpool was besieged, day and night.

"Activate the psionic link to the Dawn Sector!" Huron shouted as he entered the room.

The think tank behind him quickly headed towards the Star Court, preparing to establish contact with the Dawn Sector using the psionic markers delivered by the man-eating shark. A fully armed force followed behind to prevent the think tank from taking coercive measures if it used methods outside of proper procedures.

An adjutant ran toward him with a cable, and Huron inserted the cable into the back of his neck, connecting it to a nerve node. At the same time, he went up to the command platform and began processing data.

"Access signal".

he shouted.

"No, sir."

"Tyron?"

The massive convergence of the Tyranid hive fleet will directly sever the psionic projections of other races, causing extremely serious impacts on various galactic races that are heavily reliant on the warp.

"Yes, my lord."

"Connect the regional outposts and re-compile the statistics."

Huron said, "Let the Star Court increase the depth and range of its communications, ten light-years."

"Ten light-years, as you command."

"How is the Octarius defense line doing lately?"

"The casualties are huge. We have been affected on more than 300 planets. Some judges have suggested that we abandon those planets and bombard them to create a buffer zone by wiping out the organic life on them, forcing the Tyranid swarm to choose the Greenskins to occupy the area that is closer away."

"Send that judge to the front lines. Does the Salamander have a company there?"

"Yes, sir."

"The War Council should compile statistics on the importance of planets and provide me with a list within a day. The Star Language Court should maintain contact with the Salamanders and have them evacuate the population from non-priority areas. Make sure that the genetic monitoring equipment is properly configured."

"Yes!"

"besides."

A series of orders were issued, and officers responded one by one. Huron stared at the images on the main screen that seemed to jump around as the data was updated.

The guardian of the vortex felt he could hear breathing again, but it was just the gasping of the people crammed around him in the cramped space. It was a kind of fear of pressure that kept reminding him of the dark future he had been dreaming about recently, a feeling of oppression and suffocation.

Chaos has been bewitching him, and recently he executed many psionicists who tried to bewitch him with prophecies.

As pressure increases, more and more people become untrustworthy.

The giant vortex was almost completely cut off from the outside world.

The blockade here is too severe. He hoped to draw wisdom from the adults, but he also learned from the man-eating sharks that they were obviously in trouble as well, with many convenient psionic channels cut off.

"Communications in the Dawn Star Sector have been established."

An officer on duty at the Star Language Court stepped forward and reported, "The signal is incomplete and somewhat blurry."

Huron instinctively assumed it was a conspiracy by Chaos.

He glanced at the officer, who was an untouchable.

The five special zones have centralized the management of untouchables to facilitate the training of relevant personnel. From the Assassin's Court to the production lines that forge World Rift Weapons, these untouchables have appeared in various departments that have come into contact with the subspace over time.

“Recite the received information.”

The officer's expression shifted several times, his lips trembled for a while, and he finally repeated the language translated by the think tank.

"We can't let Old Man Huang sit on the toilet alone, we have to—"

That's fine.

"Quickly, apply for access!"

Huron showed a look of surprise.

(End of this chapter)