My Desperate Journey in 40k

Wang Ming, Tara Xing, and the first group of one thousand traversers arrived at the square of the spaceport. Through the windows on the square, they could see the "Imperial Truth" docked at the side of the spaceport.

"Here's the stuff."

Tara looked at the "Imperial Truth" and nodded with satisfaction, then took out a small green cube and threw it to Wang Ming.

Wang Ming had experience in operating this thing. After checking that everything inside was correct, he took out a chip.

"The ship's artificial intelligence system, I wonder if you are interested in this?" Wang Ming threw the chip to Tara Xing.

"Interesting stuff." Tara Xing looked at the chip and said after scanning it.

"In theory, its existence is similar to yours, both are non-organic life." Wang Ming said to Tara Xing.

Tara Xing put away the chip and said nothing more. He just walked towards the spaceport node where the "Imperial Truth" was parked.

Wang Ming looked at Tara Xing and followed him, wanting to see how Tara Xing would transfer the thirteen kilometers of "Imperial Truth".

Tara was seen standing next to a window where he could see the Imperial Truth, then he took out an unknown instrument and started operating it.

After Tara completed the operation, the "Imperial Truth" disappeared out of thin air without any trace. Wang Ming had been staring at the "Imperial Truth" just now, but he didn't see how the "Imperial Truth" disappeared.

"Necromancy technology is shocking."

Wang Ming looked at Tara Xing, who was in a good mood, and wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead.

"If you come across anything of historical significance in the future, remember to contact me." Finally, Tara disappeared in the spaceport under a green transmission beam.

After Tara left, Abdullahi on the Stone Wasteland also started his warship and left with his people.

However, the noise it made when it left was so loud that most of the Stone Wasteland was destroyed by the noise. Because of the departure of the Undead warship, most of the Stone Wasteland turned into a huge sinkhole.

After the two men left, Wang Ming took out another warship of the same model as the "Imperial Truth" from the system's "mall".

Then Wang Ming asked Leandro Ferreira and his crew to move back into this brand new home.

This warship is a precious collection for Tara Xing, but for Wang Ming, it can be mass-produced at will.

The new battleship was deployed very quickly. All the belongings of the time travelers had been dismantled by the crew and the oil men before. Now it was very easy to rearrange it. They just had to reinstall them.

Wang Ming stood in the command room of the new "Imperial Truth", watching Morse's sun "Helios" being slowly blocked by Morse. When the last ray of light completely disappeared above the ground of Morse, some small spots of light appeared on the ground.

That was the light of some small hive cities, which was very small and insignificant to the entire Mors.

Chapter 83 Morse is settled

The war in Mors is almost over, and now only a few scattered Chaos Cults remain in Mors.

These Chaos Cultists who had survived the two-month-long chicken-eating competition in the lower nest of the Sisyphus Hive were also transported to the spaceport under the control of the Fourth Regiment.

Under the threat of the Fourth Regiment's grenade launchers, these Chaos Cultists methodically entered the one-way spaceship that Wang Ming had prepared for them.

The spaceport was crowded with people. The 100,000 surviving cultists of the Cult of the Emperor's Light from the Sisyphus Hive lined up in long queues under the grenade launchers of the Fourth Regiment to enter the one-way spacecraft.

The name "Emperor's Holy Light" was changed by these cultists after the Fourth Regiment carried out their evil plan. It was they who said before that they had returned to the Emperor's light.

"We have already cleansed our sins for the Divine Emperor. You can't do this to us!"

In front of Xu Feng, a man wearing the uniform of the Archbishop of the State Religion was almost insane, telling Xu Feng that the Empire could not treat them like this, that they had cleansed the sins of the Divine Emperor, and that they should be pardoned, at least he should be pardoned.

"Don't tell me this. If you really want to return to the light of the Emperor, you should fight those aliens for the Emperor and for humanity."

Xu Feng looked at this crazy man, holding a handkerchief with disgust and wiping the saliva that was sprayed on his power armor by this guy.

"But...but, my..."

The man listened to Xu Feng's words for a long time and couldn't say a word. He even felt that Xu Feng's words made a lot of sense.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Just as the man was stammering and unable to utter a word, Xu Feng took out a document and handed it to the man.

The document was written in High Gothic, which the man obviously couldn't understand. After taking the document, he looked at Xu Feng with a puzzled look.

"The Holy and Great Protector of the Empire ordered that Isco Moreno instigated rebellion against the Empire and held heretical beliefs. He should have been burned with white phosphorus, but considering that he had turned back from his wrong path and made meritorious contributions in fighting heretics in the lower nest of the Sisyphus Hive, Isco Moreno and his followers were pardoned and given the First Regiment of the Empire's Penitents. The organization was reported to the Ministry of Military Affairs. Isco Moreno was appointed as the leader and led the First Regiment of the Empire's Penitents to the alien world "Gurtel" to spread the light of the God-Emperor and purify the alien world. After the purification, Isco Moreno and his followers will enjoy the title of Imperial nobility, and the leader Isco Moreno will be the planetary governor."

On the document, Xu Feng read out a long list of "Wang Ming's orders", which left Isco Moreno stunned.

"What do you think? Isco Moreno, will you be burned at the stake with white phosphorus, or become a planetary governor? But you have to think it over carefully."

Xu Feng patted Isco Moreno on the shoulder and spoke to him with a smile.

Although Xu Feng was talking to him with a smile, Isco Moreno had already seen that Xu Feng's other hand had touched the holster of the grenade launcher.

Isco Moreno knew that if he dared to say no, the 100,000 "Emperor's Holy Light" believers in the entire spaceport and he would appear in the fertilizer pile of Sisyphus Green Land tomorrow.

"Isco Moreno, the commander of the First Regiment of the Imperial Redeemer, has received an order from the great Lord Protector. I will lead the First Regiment of the Redeemer to walk in the endless stars given by the Emperor and fight against the enemies of mankind in deep space for the Emperor."

Isco Moreno hurriedly knelt on one knee, placed his hands on his chest in the Sky Eagle Salute, and spoke in the most pious tone. Even when he was performing sacrifices to the evil god before, he was not as pious as this time.

Xu Feng smiled and nodded, releasing his hand on Isco Moreno's shoulder.

Isco Moreno stood up with a sense of relief, gave Xu Feng a standard Sky Eagle salute, and joined the team entering the one-way spacecraft.

These one-way spacecraft were specially made by Wang Ming. Their fuel can only reach the set destination. There is also a low-level artificial intelligence on board to monitor their navigation direction.

Wang Ming also "thoughtfully" prepared some weapons for the 100,000 cultists. These weapons will be distributed by artificial intelligence after they arrive at their destination, allowing these 100,000 cultists to better conduct "cultural exchanges" with the Titanium Empire.

By the way, the artificial intelligence of the new "Imperial Truth" was activated by Wang Ming. Of course, this was after sacrificing the hair of dozens of computer professionals and writing thousands of firewalls and a large number of anti-virus programs.

After the last cultist enters the one-way spacecraft, the one-way spacecraft will start and slowly leave the starport. It will enter the subspace after reaching Mandeville Point.

Low artificial intelligence will temporarily replace the navigator, calculate and monitor the warp waves, conduct warp navigation to bring these cultists to "Gulter", and have "friendly exchanges" with the Titanium and Titanium music.

Xu Feng looked at the one-way spaceship going farther and farther away, humming a little tune as he walked towards the "Imperial Truth" docked at the spaceport, preparing to go to the cafeteria to order some Goro BBQ rice.

On the ground in Mors, the First Engineer Company is working feverishly with the mechanics of the Adeptus Mechanicus to build factories for the production of weapons and armor. Each of these factories has an STC template production line, producing a variety of military supplies.

Although the oil men associated with the First Engineer Company will continue to kowtow, burn incense, and recite binary prayers to these precious and sacred STC templates.

So far, the First Engineer Company has established three factories, an armor production factory, a light weapons production factory, and a standard equipment production factory. After recruiting workers from Zhongchao, these factories will be able to truly operate.

In the Governor's office, Thomas Peckhardt was standing in front of Wang Ming, reporting to him about some major and minor affairs of the hive city.

"Lord Protector of the Country, can I ask you for a favor?"

After today's routine report, Thomas Peckhardt suddenly knelt on one knee and spoke to Wang Ming.

"Governor Thomas Peckhardt, please stand up and speak politely. You know I don't like this kind of etiquette very much."

Wang Ming looked at Governor Thomas Peckhardt who suddenly knelt down, helped him up and spoke to him.

"What do you want to ask of me?"

Wang Ming asked after placing Thomas Peckhardt on a chair.

"I hope that my son can join your army and fight for the Emperor." Thomas Peckhardt said to Wang Ming.

"That's it? Okay, I'll arrange a position for him as a trainee officer in the Mortal Auxiliary Army, and when he graduates, he'll serve directly in the Primarch's Guards."

Wang Ming looked at Thomas Peckhardt and said that it was a supreme honor for his offspring to join the army of the Sons of the Emperor God. Wang Ming understood Thomas Peckhardt's thoughts.

"No, Lord Protector, I wish to have my son join the Emperor's Angels."

Just when Wang Ming was about to ask Thomas Peckhardt to take him to see his son, he suddenly said to Wang Ming.

Chapter 84 I have something to do today, I will make up for it tomorrow

I was a bit busy today and didn't update. I'm very sorry. I'll make up for it tomorrow. (End of this chapter)

Chapter 85 Ortpekhart

"Are you sure? Thomas, you saw before what the enemies we are fighting are. Thomas, are you sure you want to send your only son to my army?"

Wang Ming sat down on a specially made office chair and brewed a cup of tea, a local specialty of Morse. After handing the tea to Thomas, Wang Ming asked Thomas seriously.

"I'm sure, sir, I'm absolutely sure. You know, I used to be a member of the Astra Militarum, and I know very well the dangers in the galaxy." Thomas took the teacup and said to Wang Ming seriously.

"Okay, Thomas, take me to see your son first." Wang Ming looked at the serious Thomas and said to him helplessly.

The time travelers have no experience in transforming mortals into Astartes, so this can only be done by surgical robots or oil men.

"Thank you, sir." Thomas put down the teacup and hurriedly thanked Wang Ming.

Thomas took Wang Ming through the Governor's Palace to where his son was. Jose followed behind Wang Ming with a team of thirty original guards.

Wang Ming agreed to form this Primarch's personal guard at Jose's strong request after the previous assassination attempt.

Jose always felt that Wang Ming's assassination was his own fault, as he failed to protect the Primarch well. He later strongly requested Wang Ming to arrange a team of the Primarch's personal guards around Wang Ming to be ready for any possible assassination at any time.

Even though Wang Ming repeatedly emphasized to Jose that mortals could not truly protect him, Jose still remained firm in his own ideas.

"Great Primarch, our weak mortal bodies cannot compare to the powerful Emperor's angels, but when faced with some dangers, we can also use our lives to temporarily delay time."

This is what Jose said to Wang Ming at that time. After listening to what Jose said, Wang Ming did not say anything else. He agreed to Jose's request and arranged a corps of the Primarch's personal guards around him.

"Thomas, how old is your son?" Wang Ming and Thomas were walking side by side in the Governor's Mansion, and Wang Ming suddenly asked Thomas.

You know, Astartes' transformation surgery has very high age requirements for mortals. If the mortal who wants to undergo the surgery is too old, he is very likely to die on the operating table.

"Your Excellency, fifteen years old. My son is fifteen years old this year, a very healthy and strong young man." Thomas answered quickly when he heard Wang Ming's question.

"Oh." Wang Ming nodded, thinking that it should be possible at this age.

Soon, Thomas brought Wang Ming to where his son was, which was a small room in the Governor's Mansion. Although small, it was very clean.

In a small room, a young boy was holding a data tablet and watching the meaningless war drama of the human empire.

From the posters of the Astra Militarum and Astartes in the room, Wang Ming realized that Thomas' son must have admired the Imperial Army very much.

"Alt."

Thomas called out the boy's name, alerting the boy to his father and the stranger at the door.

"Father, the great Lord Protector of the Country, Uncle Jose."

The boy put the dataslate down and walked to the door, greeting everyone he knew.