Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Chapter 133 What does it mean to increase troop numbers by 20 times?

The Weeping Chapter was formally pardoned by Guilliman. By virtue of the Primarch's supreme authority, he unilaterally exempted all members of the Weeping Chapter from all past sins.

The Lamenters' Chapter is desperate for supplies.

"I want to expand the army this time, with 400 new recruits to participate in the Terra Expedition."

"Impossible, Chapter Leader! Do you know the cost of rapid expansion?"

"Forcibly accelerating the modification process will result in the waste of a large number of gene seeds. Even if the debris can be recovered, the losses will reach an unbearable level!"

Inside the warship of the Lamenters, the dispute had come to a head, with the disagreement between the warband leader and the chief apothecary completely erupting.

"We have been pardoned by the Primarch, and I will lead my brothers of the Weeping Ones to reclaim the glory we have lost for a hundred years!"

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"This is the most important step for us to return to Terra and clear our name!"

"Vera, my brother, help me this once."

After several arguments, the chief pharmacist finally had no choice but to compromise.

"A maximum of three hundred units; that's all the stock we have!"

Forros breathed a sigh of relief.

The Crying Chapter has been granted permission to recruit Space Marines on the planet Koss. This chapter, which was previously nearly wiped out and dwindling in strength, is expected to have over a hundred members on its roster after this expansion. The Crying Chapter, once on the verge of extinction, has finally received a chance for revival and survival.

At the same time, the number of battle nuns who came to assist Fang Yun has increased to three.

"The number of people is more than expected?" Fang Yun was slightly surprised.

Milia remained calm and composed as she explained, "Now that the situation on Planet Koss has stabilized, our Sisters' Guild has also completed a partial expansion and is now capable of providing you with more assistance."

"This reinforcement was personally ordered by Lord Celestine."

With two consecutive regency producing chosen ones, Celestine had already tacitly approved of and even actively promoted this connection.

"Please give my thanks to Celestine."

With more manpower available, many complex tasks could be shared and handled.

Accompanying him was Fang Yun's old acquaintance, Saifana.

The other two are both newcomers.

"My lord, my name is Serafina, and I am Lord Celestine's personal guard, specializing in long-range sniping."

"I...I am Aina, a candidate for sainthood, and my duty is as a lightly armed assault attendant." Aina's voice was somewhat nervous.

The two newly arrived nuns introduced themselves one after the other. Aina looked young and innocent, while Serafina possessed a calm and mature demeanor, with dignified and gentle bearing.

"You look completely different from the other nuns," Fang Yun said, his gaze fixed on Rose Serafina.

With a gentle smile, Serafina said softly, "I come from the Holy Rose Order, so my manners and demeanor are naturally slightly different from the other sisters."

Serafina lacked the austere solemnity and sharpness of an ordinary nun.

Her soft, full oval shape, paired with her porcelain-white, delicate skin and delicate rose patterns on her cheeks, creates a harmonious and elegant look, like a refined and pure white porcelain creation.

She was dignified and elegant, with a compassionate and gentle temperament, and a hint of Celestine's holy charm.

Seraphine's temperament should be easier to get along with than the other nuns.

Every high-ranking nun is one in a million, having received comprehensive education, acting prudently and reliably, far more practical than ordinary people, and even more trustworthy than the Spirit Race.

Sefana's presence also helps the new nuns adapt to the environment and get to work more quickly.

As Fang Yun had predicted, things turned out exactly as he had expected.

Sefana and he were already very familiar with each other, but Sefana was decisive and aggressive in her actions; Serafina was gentle and tolerant, and although she acted at a slow pace, she could just rightly neutralize Sefana's sharp decisions and balance the team's rhythm.

As for Aina, she is still immature and inexperienced, and is still honing her will and style of doing things. She is more like a mediator and complement in the team.

Sellers's deployment of personnel this time is clearly intended to deeply bind the nuns' forces with the Human Alliance.

Aina seems more like a filler, or a neutralizer.

The mourners finalized the quota of 300 new recruits to expand the army, which could rapidly build up an army, but this always came at a heavy price.

Looking at the new recruits suffering from gene transplantation in the modification pod, the battle group commander, Forros, finally decided to seek help from the Human Federation with a heart full of trepidation.

Those who weep are a very small number of loyal combat groups that have truly gained Fang Yun's recognition and praise.

Faced with this request for assistance, the People's Federation did not hesitate in the slightest.

Space Marine modification surgery harbors numerous deadly risks. Fang Yun immediately dispatched the Human Federation's exclusive medical unit to conduct comprehensive, high-precision physical screening, data sampling, and physical analysis on all new recruits undergoing gene transplantation.

"We hope to preserve the ancient rituals and bloodline traditions passed down through the chapter," Forros said tactfully, reflecting his consideration for the survival of the mourners.

Fang Yun glanced at the test report submitted by Wei Si and slowly said, "You have many demands, but the Cryers' commitment to protecting humanity is enough to earn the Human Alliance's most sincere friendship."

"The United People's Federation's biotechnology can do even better. I can grant your request to preserve the traditions you wish to preserve."

"Does the dark fury rooted in your blood need us to guide and tame it in a safe and controllable way, turning it into power in your hands?"

Frost fell into a long silence.

Both Firus and Guilliman were reborn through the power of the League of People, with the Primarch himself endorsing them; and thinking of the Weeping Ones' shattered glory and bleak future, he finally nodded solemnly.

"Aina, lead them to the eco-cabin area. Anna is already there waiting for instructions."

"Yes, Commander!"

After Forros left, Fang Yun said, "Seraphina, go and contact Annie. Based on this list and physiological data, prepare the appropriate power armor and supporting supplies."

"Yes, Commander!"

With the nuns fulfilling their respective duties and two Eldar liaison officers assisting in overall coordination, all affairs on Planet Koss were finally on track.

"What? Are you done?" Fang Yun, who was closing his eyes to regulate his own essence, felt the warmth behind him.

"All tasks have been completed." After tidying up the documents on the desktop, Sefana came behind Fang Yun and gently massaged him.

"Nothing else to report today, Commander..."

Outside the command room, Weiss stood quietly, taking in all the sounds inside while suppressing the turmoil of emotions churning within her.

Although they are not the same race, the Eldar's highly sensitive nature, coupled with the fact that humans and Eldar share the same appearance, makes it impossible for them to ignore the emotional fluctuations caused by other races playing cards.

She wanted to leave, but she was afraid of being corrupted by the chaotic forces outside.

Because they have entered a hypersensitive state.

At the corner, she happened to meet the Moon Speaker Elaria, who was standing alone gazing at the starry sky. Evelynn spoke first.

"This place is safer than any other star system."

Her tone was slightly hesitant, and she remembered the commander's order not to stray far from the base.

"I can gaze calmly at the stars, yet remain uncorrupted by the whispers of the warp," Vess murmured, then turned to her companions. "Tell me, Commander—are you human, or a god?"

"He accomplished something even the gods could not do."

"I'd rather he were just a mortal—"

"But I can sense... divinity."

The conversation abruptly ended, and both Eldar fell silent.

"And now?" The voice inside couldn't be faked.

"God wouldn't do something so pointless."

"Talent Association".

Beneath the tranquil night sky, undercurrents were already quietly churning.

Suddenly, Elaria's body trembled slightly.

Weiss suddenly looked up, her gaze instantly locking onto the direction of the command room.

"This force—"

The invisible golden psionic construct circulates, reorganizes, and constantly evolves in the subspace.

The strange phenomenon was bizarre and inexplicable, yet it exuded an extreme sense of stability and peace. The subspace disorder within the surrounding area was quietly smoothed out and stabilized.

The transformation of the weeping ones is now entering a critical phase.

Outside the eco-pod, Foros stared intently at the new recruits inside.

"Is this kind of intervention really feasible?"

All of these new Pu'arstarters were sent to the Human Federation's specially designed biological care chambers. Relying on nanotechnology and a top-notch biomedical system, the physical trauma caused by the modification was repaired, the genetic rejection was weakened, and the mutated bloodline was stabilized. This significantly shortened the modification cycle and ensured that the recruits could smoothly complete all implantation surgeries and transform into qualified Space Marines.

"This is outrageous! The first stage of the implantation surgery was just completed this morning! And now we're moving on to the next step, Commander? You're throwing these recruits' lives away!"

"Even with the accelerated modification process, at least three days of buffer and recuperation are needed; otherwise, the intense genetic rejection will only turn them into uncontrollable living time bombs!"

"In my capacity as the commander of the battle group, I order you to immediately conduct a comprehensive examination to verify the physical fitness of the new recruits!"

Under the commander's firm orders, the chief pharmacist had no choice but to activate the equipment and conduct a full-scale scan of the new recruits.

As the data came out one by one, an unbelievable result completely shattered his understanding.

"Genetic match rate — 100%?"

"This...this doesn't make any sense!"

The conventional modification process takes three to five years, and even with a complete team that has sufficient resources and stable genetic seeds, the success rate is only 30% to 40%.

Even during the height of the Great Crusade, the highest success rate for Space Marine modifications was only 60%.

Rapid and forced expansion doubles the risks and intensifies resistance, with a success rate only half that of the conventional model, barely maintaining 10% to 20%. Of the 300 new recruits, it's a miracle if they survive and are incorporated into the fighting force, barely enough to bring the number of those who weep to over 100.

The success rate of genetic modification has always been closely linked to the compatibility of the genetic seed.

"If everyone is 100% compatible, it means that as long as the will is up to standard, there is no risk of failure in the transformation."

In other words—everyone has undergone a perfect transformation, a 100% success!

A 100% genetic match is something even the Primarch's direct descendants struggle to achieve. After tens of thousands of years of erosion, the genetic seeds of all the warbands have undergone mutations and defects to varying degrees.

The chief apothecary of the Weeping Ones had his worldview completely shattered at that moment.

"That's impossible!"

After the initial shock, a surge of overwhelming joy instantly swept over me.

"Commander, we can recruit even more new soldiers!"

"There are only three hundred gene seeds available." Forros frowned.

"I just counted four hundred preserved seeds from the stored shipyard!"

Forros gripped the apothecary's armor tightly, leaning closer, his expression trembling: "Just how many gene seeds have you secretly sealed and hidden?"

The unusual activity of the weeping man and his close ties with the people eventually came to the attention of various factions within the empire.

What exactly is the Lamenters' Legion plotting in the shadows lately?

This battle group was once reduced to only a few dozen remnants, and had been marginalized for years. No one cared that they were too close to the Human Alliance.

In addition, the mourner's tragic past of eternal loyalty and being cursed is never labeled as a traitor, so naturally no one investigates it further.

Caul and Sellers didn't care at all, and Guilliman might frown slightly, but he wouldn't interfere.

Ferrus, who had long regarded Fang Yun as a companion of the Emperor, turned a blind eye to this matter.

The number of cultivators who could weep was increasing at a visible rate, eventually alarming the major powers of the empire.

"The Astartes had originally recorded only forty or so people who wept."

"In less than half a month, the number has increased to over a hundred."

"This scale is clearly a rapid troop buildup without regard to cost."

The rapid expansion was the independent choice of each battle group, and initially, no one questioned it much.

But a new problem suddenly fell on the shoulders of the battle group leader, Forros.

"Power armor reserves are critically low."

According to the Imperial's standard supply rations, each chapter can only request twenty spare power armor sets. Koss is merely an industrial world with limited military reserves, making it utterly incapable of supporting large-scale power armor resupply.

Only a large-scale casting world can produce thousands or even tens of thousands of standard power armor sets at once to meet the demand for mass deployment.

More than 700 new recruits have completed their training and are now ready for combat, but they are stuck on the most basic aspect: equipment.

At the entrance to the command room, Forros waited quietly like a well-behaved child, looking slightly embarrassed. Fang Yun couldn't help but find it a bit amusing.

"It's alright, the People's Union has no shortage of powered armor and weaponry."

In the past, the Human Alliance was indeed in dire need of heavy armor equipment.

However, since Galun Star was fully brought under its jurisdiction and its industrial capacity was completely liberated, its military reserves are now vastly different from what they used to be.

"The second-generation improved power armor developed by the Human Alliance is in ample stock, enough to be distributed in full."

Upon hearing this, Forros was moved to tears, his gratitude beyond words.

"As long as we uphold our original aspiration to protect humanity, we can seek assistance from the Federation of People's Liberation Army anytime, anywhere."

Those few words of promise deeply moved Forros.

Looking at this man with his upright posture, advanced ideas, and almost divine actions, a sense of admiration arose spontaneously.

Although the thought of aligning himself with the Human Alliance flashed through his mind, his absolute loyalty to the Empire and his oath to the bloodline of Saint Gillesi ultimately suppressed these distracting thoughts.

We shall live up to the blood of Saint Gilles, and to the Emperor and Terra.

"For humanity!"

A large number of improved power armors were quickly deployed, and the first batch of armors were fully equipped for the new recruits.

"Are these standard-issue combat suits truly sufficient to withstand actual combat?"

The veterans, looking at the still inexperienced recruits, inevitably harbored doubts and questioned the true combat effectiveness of these hastily trained soldiers.

"Let's conduct a basic combat capability assessment first, and we'll know for sure once we try it out."

A routine combat strength test once again shocked all the cultivators of the Weeping Ones.

"In close combat, he's still no match for me, but the combined strength of his physical body and armor has already reached the threshold of an elite veteran!"

"Elite veteran level? How is that possible!"

Several veterans immediately went down to the field to test their skills, and the result was undoubtedly conclusive.

"With just a few hundred real battles to hone their skills and accumulate combat experience, all of these new recruits can be transformed into qualified elite veterans."

The more than forty surviving veterans who are grieving are already a formidable force.

All of them are survivors of the nearly ninety-year-long expedition to atone for their sins; half of them are company commanders, and the rest are sergeant majors and captains.

Fighting alone year after year, cut off from supplies, and fighting to the death, no weakling could survive the long Expedition to Pursue the Sinners.

Strictly speaking, none of the surviving veterans of the Lamenters had served for less than two hundred years. At the beginning of the expedition, the cultivators with shallow experience and weak physiques had already all been buried in the starry sea.

In all the battles fought in cooperation with the Human Alliance, the Lamenters have consistently suffered the lowest casualties; those who were not strong enough have long since perished in the endless battles of the past.

A glimpse of a spot reveals the whole picture.

The veterans immediately divided into groups and led the new recruits in intensive training and combat drills.

"Every single one of us is a brother, without a doubt."

A burning hope blazed in the eyes of the weeping monk.

This tragic warband, tormented by a curse for a century and suffering endless hardships, felt a long-lost favor and tenderness for the first time.

"He is the emperor's companion who walks the world and protects all people."

This rapid expansion across eras has propelled the Cryers to new heights, making them second only to the Ultra Warriors in overall combat strength.

Of course, the average Ultra Warrior is still the strongest, but the Ultra Warriors have a powerful backer. With the backer standing there, the Ultra Warriors unleash their explosive power with a roar.

The Human Alliance gently guided Black Fury in a special way, so that after the new recruits were transformed, their basic physical strength surpassed that of regular veterans.

Combined with improved power armor whose performance far surpasses that of Imperial standard armor, its various stats directly rival those of elite veterans.

The weeping monks repeatedly analyzed and deduced, finally pinpointing the core difference:

The core power of the Renlian system, in terms of energy conversion efficiency, load capacity, and range, far surpasses the older models of the Empire.

The new recruits not only possess elite-level basic combat capabilities, but also harbor growth potential far exceeding the norm, with an immeasurable future ceiling.

"Incredible cutting-edge technology."

Forros suddenly turned to the apothecary Vera beside him: "Do you remember? The Human Federation gave us an extra hundred sets of spare power armor."

"Could it be that the Commander already knew everything?" Vera suddenly came to her senses.

"He knew perfectly well what was going on, but he still offered his help."

In the late-night lounge, Anna, draped in a loose robe, lazily rubbed her slightly damp hair and asked, "Commander, did you secretly remove the root of the curse from their bloodline?"

"You found out." Fang Yun leaned back on the sofa, his tone indifferent.

"I am a top engineering scholar, this is my specialty."

"Yes, yes, yes," Fang Yun said with a hint of indulgence, "our chief engineer."

Anna looked delighted and bent down to look at Fang Yun, saying, "Commander, it seems to be working a little."

Fang Yun smiled, then gestured for Anna to sit down, and slowly said, "I have never erased their bloodline characteristics; I have simply returned to them the peace and hope that rightfully belong to them."

"Heroes who protect humanity with their own flesh and blood should not be imprisoned by eternal curses and misfortunes."

More than 700 new recruits have all been transformed, and when combined with the existing veterans, the total number of those weeping is close to 800.

Using the original veterans as a framework and filling it with new recruits, it was a near-perfect fit.

All that's left is a war.

The standard full strength of a Space Marine is a thousand men, and most chapters maintain a strength of seven hundred to eight hundred men year-round. The Lamenters have now become a full main chapter.

In a short period of time, the number of soldiers increased by a full twenty times.