Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 426 Can't Afford a Boat Ticket

Although darkness enveloped everything like thick ink, and the atmosphere of despair was almost suffocating, for Chen Xi and his companions, moving forward was their only option.

They must temper their will in endless shadows and forge a path on the edge of the abyss of despair.

With no light ahead, they set themselves ablaze, becoming torches to illuminate the path for those behind them.

If there is no smooth road ahead, they will crush the thorns with their own flesh and blood to pave a bloody path for those who come after them.

This was not their burden.

Even Chen Xi could easily walk away and leave this ravaged world behind.

They have already reaped rich rewards from this cruel era.

Even the latest to join, Sea Hare, has already accumulated enough points in past wars to redeem generous rewards, enough for him to start a new life in the stable 3K era—whether he starts his own business or hands over his points to the country in exchange for generous treatment, it is enough to ensure that he will be rich and worry-free for life.

Chen Xi is even more so.

In the 3K era, he achieved a level of fulfillment in wealth, career, and life that is almost unimaginable to ordinary people.

If he wanted, he could embrace the happy life he never dared to dream of before.

As for the boundless darkness and profound despair of the 40K era? That was nothing more than a crazy farce and virtual game concocted by the British.

However, Chen Xi could not convince himself with such a convenient excuse.

Perhaps when he first arrived at 40k, he did indeed have the mindset of experiencing a "super-large immersive real-world game".

But as time went by, and he became one with the people of this era, he could no longer regard them as cold, impersonal NPCs.

They were living beings—they would wail in pain, laugh in joy, and be silently annihilated in war and darkness…

Their future had already been crushed by the wheel of fate, leaving only boundless despair.

Chen Xi became the only glimmer of light in their desperate lives, as they sank into a dark world.

This is no empty statement.

Twenty years from now, at the moment the Great Rift tears the Milky Way apart, the entire empire will be plunged into an abyss of utter despair.

If Primarch Robert Guilliman had not awakened from his slumber and launched the Unyielding Expedition to reclaim most of the territory, the vast majority of humanity would likely have become sacrifices to be manipulated at will by the Chaos God.

Even so, Guilliman could not become a savior and spread divine grace to every corner of the empire.

With the grand ambition of saving the entire empire on his shoulders and his gaze fixed on the vast star map, how could he possibly attend to the details of a remote sub-sector?
At that time, without Chen Xi's presence, the Rostov sub-sector could only rely on its own weak strength to struggle for survival in the torrent of disaster.

If fate smiles upon them, perhaps a detachment of the indomitable expeditionary force will arrive, bringing back the glory of the empire.

If luck is a little worse... in the vast galaxy, the tragedy of sacrificing an entire planet's inhabitants is as common as breathing, and it happens every moment.

Therefore, Chen Xi simply could not bear to abandon the billions of lives in this entire substellar sector.

Even though reason told him that this star system might not be completely destroyed even without him, the conscience and morality deeply rooted in his heart, like invisible chains, firmly bound his departing steps. Finally, after inspecting the roaring foundry on Rostov III, Chen Xi turned and left under the complex and concerned gaze of 32.

She could clearly feel the invisible, heavy burden on Chen Xi's shoulders, a burden so heavy it could bend his spine, yet she was powerless to share it.

Chen Xi chose her responsibility, and she remained steadfast in her post.

Seeing her friend's slightly hunched back, burdened by heavy responsibilities, all she could do was to supervise each production line with even stricter standards, ensuring that every product was flawless, thus relieving Chen Xi of the pressure.
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Meanwhile, Chen Xi, having left the foundry, returned to his black ship, the one reserved for the court.

He headed straight for the dark, cold prison area inside the black ship, his purpose clear—he wanted to see the Silent Nuns who had loyally followed him.

Those weaknesses and hesitations that you inadvertently reveal in front of your friends must be kept hidden deep inside.

In the presence of others, especially these warriors, he must be the inquisitor who is always decisive, resolute, and represents the will of the Empire.

“Your Honor.” A novice nun was still acting as the sign language interpreter, even though over the years Chen Xi had come to understand the nuns’ complex sign language expressions.

Chen Xi's gaze fell on the Silent Sister he had first met. Her apprentice had now solemnly sworn the Silent Oath and become a true warrior.

"Tell me, how many of you are there now?" Chen Xi asked.

“Thanks to your protection and generosity, my order has been able to continue and grow over the years.” Sister Silent’s sign language was swift and powerful, and with the help of her apprentice’s translation, she conveyed her meaning: “There are currently seven full nuns and five apprentices.”

She continued to express her deep gratitude: "Over the years, we are truly grateful for all the help and support you have given us—allowing us to recruit new blood, providing us with essential weapons and equipment, and all the resources we need for training."

She paused for a moment, then conveyed an even more important message: "Over the years, I have successfully contacted several other scattered Sisters of Silence, two of whom have expressed a strong desire to relocate and come to join me."

However, they cannot afford the expensive intergalactic travel tickets and need you to send a ship to pick them up.

Furthermore, they urgently need standard weaponry to form an effective combat force.

“Weapons and equipment are not a problem,” Chen Xi replied easily. “Although Rostov’s production lines are under strain, we can still squeeze out some capacity to build a few sets of armor and weapons.”

He really didn't care about it.

Although the Silent Nun's exclusive equipment has extremely high craftsmanship requirements, it is not difficult to manufacture a batch as long as the Rostov Forging World can temporarily adjust its production line.

Even if it is not possible to satisfy them immediately, providing them with ready-made combat nun equipment as a transition is perfectly feasible.

In fact, the Silent Sisters under his command use the equipment of the Combat Sisters before their exclusive equipment is issued, and during daily non-combat training.

This was not only to cover up the fact that the Silent Sisters had not yet officially returned to the Empire, but also an instinctive choice for these hard-working nuns to save on the wear and tear of their precious specialized equipment.

Chen Xi naturally acquiesced to this.

He has always been generous to these untouchables, knowing their irreplaceable value in combating warp threats.

He even felt a little regretful that he hadn't been able to deploy them in time when fighting those two crippled demon princes—otherwise, the outcome might have been very different.

As for the two religious orders not being able to afford ship tickets, this is quite common in the Empire.

(End of this chapter)