Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 151 Preparatory Considerations for the Expedition
Doom placed his hands on the table, activating the holographic projection and engulfing him in a massive amount of light and shadow.

The current armaments of Nur, the number of war machines, and the total number of void fleets have all been digitized.

With a slight smile, Doom recalled the holographic game he had once played.

He was indeed playing a game, a fleet formation game, selecting suitable warships to form a void fleet for expeditions.

The warship overview is now open, and all warship data is clearly displayed, with normal use and maintenance data shown separately.

Doom selected warships suitable for combat and, according to his will and ideas, assigned them to different fleets.

Fingers danced across the table, precise like a conductor, issuing various commands.

In just three minutes, Doom carefully selected and assembled four fleets of the same specifications.

Each fleet is quite powerful, with a large number of warships, but the personnel configuration is quite average.

Nur is facing a dilemma: it has all the technology, production capacity, and military equipment, but it lacks the manpower to operate them!
The Voidwalker was permanently docked, and Doom rarely rode in it unless absolutely necessary.

Nur is currently understaffed; the deck of the Void Lone Ranger is less than one-thousandth of its full functional area.

The ship's hull is 500 kilometers high, with 10,000 decks of varying heights, which is equivalent to 10,000 continents stacked on top of each other.

The Void Lone Ranger's functional areas are fully operational, capable of accommodating at least hundreds of billions of people.

Fortunately, with the assistance of intelligent machines, all the automated machinery was able to operate; otherwise, in her current state, Nur wouldn't even be able to start her propulsion engine.

"Sophia, please prepare as soon as possible. The fleet will depart one after another." Doom quickly completed the arrangements, including the direction the fleet would conquer.

Of the four fleets, he planned to lead one himself to join the Imperial Expedition.

The remaining three fleets, led by Harlan, Li Tang, and Sena respectively, continued to conquer and traverse the galaxy, spreading Nur's influence to the Misty Starfield.

The million-strong mortal auxiliary army was divided into four, with each fleet receiving 250,000 men, along with a large amount of war equipment.

Stone figures were also present in the fleet, responsible for providing technical guidance.

Since Nur reconquered his homeland, the stone men have gradually returned; they are the best technicians.

And then there are the Iron Men, the highly automated Nur warships, which rely heavily on their participation.

“The First Fleet will be the first to depart,” Doom said, opening the star map and choosing to head north of Nur. “I will personally lead it to conquer the stars in deep space.”

"The Second, Third, and Fourth Fleets will launch attacks from other directions, expanding in all directions."

The main fleet's advance was through a route rich in star clusters, with many habitable star systems.

"Sir, in your plan, the Third and Fourth Fleets will depart in three months?"

Numbers flashed in Sophia's eyes; the departure time planned by her master was slightly different.

She had to confirm the details, plan the process, allocate resources and prepare personnel to carry out the mobilization in an orderly manner.

“Yes.” Doom nodded and explained his reasoning: “In three months, the newly arrived trainees of the Destruction Warriors will also complete their training.”

The first batch of soldiers, including Li Tang, completed their initial training in three months, and the second batch of soldiers will not be much different.

They are Astartes, possessing extraordinary thinking, amazing memory, and powerful learning abilities.

Three months is enough time for them to complete their initial training and embark on a new journey of conquest.

As for the mid-to-late stage training, the Doomsday Warriors will be provided with storage devices and instructors will be assigned to provide on-the-spot guidance.

There is no other way now. The Doom Soldier is not only a super high-end combat force, but also a rare command talent.

“I understand.” Sophia bowed and disappeared before the throne. She then went into the information center and quickly distributed various orders.

She remained in the palace, only disappearing from view, not daring to disturb her master's thoughts and vision.

For her, the deployment of a "small number" of troops and supplies was extremely simple, requiring no picosecond calculations at all.

"While I'm at it, I'll draft out my plan and send it to senior officers for their reference..."

"Never mind!" As soon as he finished speaking, Doom frowned and quickly canceled the instruction.

"Your writing order has been withdrawn." Sophia's rational voice came through as she retracted the submitted plan.

“Very good. Thank you, Sophia.” Doom nodded to the empty space in the royal palace.

He wanted to provide the expeditionary force with more information, but after a brief period of consideration, he ultimately gave up.

Doom astutely realized that excessive intervention in the expedition would actually create obstacles for the fleet.

One's own opinion might be taken as gospel by die-hard military men, interfering with the fleet's normal operational planning.

His extraordinary thinking led him to realize that when delegating authority to trusted subordinates, it must be done thoroughly, simply by pointing out a direction for progress. Let them conquer, observe the final results of the expedition, and then draw conclusions.

Although this decision may result in huge sacrifices for the expeditionary fleet, or even lead to the failure of the expedition.

But Doom had to let go – the future fleet would be far larger than it is today, and he couldn’t do everything himself.

Young eagles must leave their shelter, face the trials of wind and rain, and spread their wings to soar between heaven and earth.

Doom was even more convinced that the fleet leaders he had chosen were by no means reckless.

Their abilities are extraordinary, but they are overshadowed by his brilliance; giving them an opportunity is the best motivation.

The Tang Dynasty is the best example.

By mastering the deep-seated human instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, they conquered dozens of worlds without shedding a drop of blood.

Two hundred genetic offspring were divided into four groups of fifty each, and assigned to four expeditionary fleets.

The existence of chaos was his greatest worry, while the Four Gods lurked in the shadows, watching him with predatory intent.

The Doom Slayer possesses absolute dominance over Chaos, serving as both a high-level commander and protecting the fleet from Chaos threats.

Doom strives for perfection in every detail. He has incorporated psionicists into the fleet, and these rigorously trained psionicists are well-equipped to handle any emergencies.

Like preparing luggage for his son's long journey, Doom, like an old father, considered all possible scenarios and took precautions from the outset.

After everything was done, a long time had passed, and the sunlight in the ring was blocked by Nur.

Warm lights illuminated the main hall, and servants served tender steaks made from large livestock from the agricultural world.

After enjoying the delicious meal, Doom sat quietly on his throne, awaiting the return of Harlan and the others.

There were two unexpected guests, one adult and one child, who slowly walked into the main hall.

Doom rose from his throne, a kind smile on his face, and went to greet them.

"Uncle Wang~" the girl with blonde hair and blue eyes called out in a soft, sweet voice as she ran toward the tall figure.

"Luo Xi!" Doum squatted down, picked up the girl, and gently stroked her rosy cheeks with the back of his fingers. "Did you come to visit me?"

He smiled happily, holding little Luo Xi, who was wearing a blue princess dress, and kissing her fair and rosy cheeks.

"You can't spoil her too much; she's become unruly now."

Flano smiled and uttered a playful scolding as he reached out to catch his daughter.

“It’s alright.” Doom took a small step back, not intending to let his little niece leave his arms.
"She's still young, so she doesn't play around now. After she learns manners, she won't have time to play anymore."

Flano's brown hair swayed slightly, his blue eyes filled with helplessness. Doom couldn't understand how annoying a child's fussing was.

Doom let little Loxi ride on his neck, took her hand in his, and turned to ask Flano, "Brother, have you received your appointment?"

“Received.” Flano nodded. The order from the throne was precisely transmitted through the central laws.

"The chief swordsman has a history of holding positions in the political arena, and my swordsmanship is also quite good, so it's a suitable job for me."

Knowing that his brother had no objections, Doom nodded and gestured for Flano to follow.

They walked side by side to the throne.

Doom, with a look of doting affection, ignored Flano's warning gaze, placed little Loxi on the throne, and turned to open the wooden box on the table.

“The Crown of Oath!” Flano’s eyes narrowed. He stepped closer, carefully picked it up, and examined the details closely. “I thought it was lost in the demon’s attack.”

"My father entrusted it to Xilan for safekeeping."

“I see,” Flano nodded in understanding, his eyes shining with satisfaction. “Father ultimately chose you, and you have not disappointed him.”

"Yes." Doom straightened his chest, feeling greatly encouraged by his family's approval.

He looked at his brother seriously and said earnestly to Flano, "But now, it belongs to you."

"What?" Flano exclaimed in surprise, looking at his brother in disbelief, and quickly put the Crown of Oath back into the box.

He waved his hands repeatedly in refusal, as if afraid that his brother might misunderstand him or be testing him: "I never dared to hope for that."

"The throne has never been right for me; only you and my elder brother can wield it."

“Brother, I didn’t mean anything by it.” Doom said earnestly, his eyes shining. “I’m serious.”

(End of this chapter)