Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 230 The Cunning Wolf
Before arriving in Nur, Russ could never have imagined that the entire fleet's combat power could increase several times over.

The claim that combat power has increased several times over is by no means an exaggeration.

The increased range and enhanced maneuverability of warships gave rise to entirely new tactical systems.

Doom clicked on the holographic image and carefully read the modification plan submitted by Ruth.

The robust force field support makes the ship structure stronger, enhancing its durability and resistance to artillery fire.

The sensitive steering engine, a set of small steering engines, allows large ships to turn more quickly.

More advanced weapon systems will increase the fleet's firepower output by 50%, allowing it to hit targets farther and reload faster.

Replace the plasma engines with more powerful ones to meet the warship's soaring energy demands and ensure longer combat endurance.

The modification of several core components has indeed significantly improved the fleet's combat power, along with numerous other detailed changes.

Perhaps influenced by what he saw and heard on the Noor ship, Russ took advantage of this opportunity to improve the living conditions of the crew and the slave laborers.

"Sophia." After reviewing the matters, Doom called for the Grand Steward. As the blue figure appeared, he immediately ordered, "We can begin construction now. Complete the ship modification as soon as possible."

“The work is expected to be completed in ten Terra months,” Sofia replied precisely, her eyes flashing.

Rus nodded in satisfaction. The modification was completed in ten months; the productivity of the Brotherhood Territory was indeed formidable.

It's important to understand that the scope of the modifications isn't limited to the fleet that arrived in Nur, but also includes other ships that came from various casting worlds of the Empire to replenish the fleet.

The wolf king was overjoyed.

Fighting alongside his brothers, he not only gained immense honor by defeating the aliens but also enhanced the fleet's combat capabilities.

Too much value!

Honor, though valuable, is somewhat ephemeral. The firepower of a real warship can earn any honor.

Ruth's satisfied expression caught his eye, but Doom smiled without saying a word.

Sofia provided the solution, which involved technology that truly pushed the limits of modification.

It only covers external technology and its limits; it doesn't touch upon the real core technologies at all.

Regarding the use of core technologies, Doom explicitly prohibits their outflow to ensure that Nur Technology maintains its leading position.

It's not that he's stingy or unwilling to share.

Rather, it reflects the current state of humanity: excessive sharing of technology will lead to even more terrible conflicts.

There is also the element of mechanical religion; those red-robed people who are superstitious about science and technology pose a huge hidden danger.

Today, Nur dares to share technology; tomorrow, the Red Robe dares to label him "Om Messiah"; the day after, they turn around and accuse him, claiming that Nur Stars used heretical technology.

Then the mechanical religion monopolized technology, sealed off advanced technologies, and did not allow technology to flow out, ultimately poisoning all of humanity.

Therefore, the use of technology must be under strict regulation.

Within the Nur Star System, Sofia can provide technical protection; however, once it leaves the controlled area, the consequences are unimaginable.

“You need to be careful of the Mechanicus.” Doom looked at Ruth with amusement, giving him an early warning.

The Imperial fleet, including the production and maintenance of most of its ships, was entirely handled by the Mechanicus.

The updated Space Wolf ships were ultimately maintained by them.

Doom wasn't worried about the technology leaking out; he just wanted to tease Russ.

The technological approach to ship upgrades remains unchanged; only the manufacturing process and precision differ.

Once the finished product is installed on the ship, the technical priests will know that it is the advantage of the manufacturing process, not the difference in the technical approach.

"What should we do then?" Ruth asked anxiously, his eyes filled with worry, scratching his head in frustration.

Doom wasn't in a hurry to explain, and watched his brother's embarrassment with a forced smile.

"I've got it!" Ruth's golden eyes lit up, and he slammed his fist together with a loud crack, realizing he had come up with a solution.

"tell me the story."

Doom was intrigued and wanted to hear what idea he had come up with.

"Do you know the Tech Sergeant?" Ruth grinned, proudly showing off his wit.

Doom knew this, of course. The Tech Sergeant originated from the Olympian Accords signed between the Emperor and Mars.

Each legion sends a group of Space Marines to Mars to study and understand the principles of mechanical operation. After completing their studies, they serve their respective legions and maintain various war machines.

This was supposed to be a good thing, but the technical sergeant was ostracized within the legion.

Because of the unique nature of the Martian Mechanicus, one must have faith in Om Messiah to learn their technological knowledge.

Therefore, clad in red power armor and carrying auxiliary backpacks, they held a very low status within the Legion. During the battle charge, the Astartes roared and howled, shouting the names of the Primarchs and the Emperors, as they charged forward to slay the enemies of the Empire.

At that moment, a phrase suddenly popped up from the side: "Om Messiah above," which was quite abrupt.

After the war, the corps brothers talked animatedly together, but the technical sergeant muttered binary code to himself while looking at the machine.

Technical sergeants ensured the legion's combat effectiveness, but for various reasons, they became "outsiders" to the legion.

In all the legions of the Empire, once an Astartes becomes a technical sergeant, there is no further room for advancement.

Because the Primarch or the Legion's high command do not want to see people tainted by Martian culture leading the Legion in the future.

If technical sergeants were appointed to the Legion's high command, would the Legion become like Mars?

Nobody knows the answer to this problem, so we must nip it in the bud and completely cut off the intrusion of Mechanicist thought.

"Under the Stellar Protocol, there are strict restrictions on the Nur Stellar providing the Empire with technical personnel."

Doom slowly shook his head, a hint of mockery in his eyes, rejecting Ruth's idea.

Actually, there's a loophole here. Nur can't openly send talent to the empire, but it doesn't say that he won't accept trainees sent by the empire.

There are many such loopholes in the Stellaris Protocol. These loopholes were left by Sofia's screening process to prevent too much control from being implemented.

"Sigh~" Russ rolled his eyes and said nonchalantly, "What's wrong with me buying weapons from Nur and learning how to use the included instruction manual?"

"Could it be that those red-robed officials are going to come and interrogate you and me in such a grand manner?"

Doom stared intently at Ruth, his gaze seeming to pierce through his soul as he scrutinized his brother.

Such a petty trick is something anyone could think of, but it's rare for a Primarch to shamelessly utter it.

The two wolf brothers turned their faces away, looking elsewhere, pretending not to recognize him.

Under scrutinizing gazes, Ruth blushed, awkwardly rubbing his face to maintain composure.

"You want more weapons?" Doom didn't dwell on it too much; instead, he sensed other plans in Russ's words.

“Yes.” Ruth rubbed his hands together, a smile plastered on his face, revealing a shrewd and mercenary demeanor.

He quickly stated his requirements: "One million bomb guns, one hundred thousand plasma pistols, fifty thousand incendiary weapons, ten thousand various powered weapons, and one billion bombs."

Upon hearing this, Doom frowned and scrutinized Ruth, as if to say, "Are you serious?"
Nuer could easily produce a large number of weapons and equipment, but there were too many political factors involved.

Nuer doesn't care, the problem lies with the Space Wolf.

Space Wolves have no forge world of their own, nor any industrial base; their supplies depend entirely on the Empire.

Where does the Empire get its supplies? Only from Mars.

Once the Martian Mechanicus learns that the Space Wolves are acquiring weapons from Nur, they will certainly make things difficult for Russ.

Nur upgraded the Space Wolf ship out of brotherhood, not out of any exchange of benefits.

Trading weapons is different; the nature of the two has changed.

"My brother gave me weapons, so I'll give him resources." Ruth revealed a wicked smile, spreading his hands to either side: "Is that too much to ask?"

Doom rolled his eyes, shook his head and laughed speechlessly: "You think they'd believe that?"

"Whether they believe it or not, I don't know, but I do believe it." Ruth was determined to make this deal happen.

The Wolf King had already considered this carefully; he had to acquire these weapons to enhance the legion's combat strength.

The imperial weapons produced by his brother nation were at least 30% superior to their Martian counterparts on paper, making him extremely envious.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Doom did not interfere too much, lest he appear petty.

He asked with great curiosity, "What resources did you use to trade for so many weapons?"

Aside from Fenris, Space Wolf has no other overt source of income, including a forging world.

Since Nur does not accept imperial currency, the only remaining trade options are various industrial raw materials.

"You don't need to worry about that. I've calculated it carefully, and I have the ability to pay for the goods in the transaction."

Ruth patted his chest and swore to his brother that he could definitely pay for the goods of the corresponding value.

"Alright..." Although there was doubt in Doom's eyes, he still nodded and agreed to the deal.

After all, in such a vast galaxy, it's not surprising that a space wolf might have some private property.

The number of weapons his brother needed far exceeded what the legion could muster, so he couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do with so many weapons?"

"Keep it." Ruth replied earnestly.

(End of this chapter)