Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

"Alexis!" Auguston's voice rose, trying to overwhelm the giant with volume.

"You didn't even read our summary report. Are you always so arrogant, Imperial Fists?"

The battlefield commander pointed at the dense defense lines that spread across the sky, filled with pride.

"You know, after experiencing the betrayal of Calth, we have already learned enough lessons. We have strengthened the defenses in the galaxy. There are outposts and orbital defense platforms everywhere. We have also strengthened the defenses in the cities on the surface. As for the starport you mentioned, it is the top priority."

The mortal officers nearby had already retreated to a safe distance. They knew why Lord Auguston was so emotional when facing the Imperial Fists.

Because Auguston was one of the designers of those defense systems. Although he always looked careless and reckless, in terms of constructing defense lines, Auguston was even better than the First Captain Marius Gage.

Auguston was filled with anger as his hard work was directly denied by Polux.

The Imperial Fist's eyes were calm. He did not notice his cousin's anger, but continued to describe the loopholes he had discovered.

"Yes, you did a good job." Pollax first praised the deployment of the Ultramarines, but then said, "However, you never thought about changing the nature of this planet: you are strengthening a capital planet, not a fortress that must be defended."

Macragge is the core world of the entire Five Hundred Worlds. It mainly undertakes the political functions of this huge entity, and those starports and orbital platforms provide it with material supplies from the Five Hundred Worlds.

As the capital world, Macragge naturally cannot use the precious land and population for agricultural purposes. Although Roshi's industrialized food manufacturing assembly line is filling its self-sufficiency capacity, agricultural and sideline products such as vegetables, fruits, meat, and even specialties such as wine and beverages still need to be provided through interstellar trade.

"The existence of the star port is an unstable factor. It is still unsafe. Can it screen out those enemies who illegally invade? When they really come with unpredictable goals, your security warning will inevitably be breached."

Pollax continued to nitpick, ignoring Auguston's increasingly ugly expression.

"In a war, the only fate of a star port is its fall, no matter how you protect and modify it. It's like a clichéd story. If the devil is afraid of something, then that thing will inevitably become one of the causes of his death."

"As long as that thing floats in orbit around Macragge, it will crash when war comes."

The Ultramarines also understood the Imperial Fists' intentions. These distant cousins ​​of his wanted to turn Macragge into an indestructible fortress.

"Don't tell me that you protected Terra in the same way. You turned the home planet of humanity, the throne world, into a battlefield made of barbed wire and concrete and ceramic steel? Destroy it before the enemy destroys Terra. Of course, the enemy cannot destroy it again."

"We have different philosophies. If Macragge cuts off the starport, how can the quality of life of the people on this planet be guaranteed, and how can it exercise its political functions?"

Auguston's words were filled with implicit sarcasm and contempt. He mocked the rigidity and stiffness of the Imperial Fists and looked forward to Pollax's expression and counterattack.

Will he respond with sharp words or will he be too embarrassed to answer?

But the son of Dorne simply nodded affirmatively.

"That's right. My Primarch covered Terra with a layer of solid armor. He turned Terra's palace into a fortress and the square into a battlefield. This is a respect for this unprecedented war we are experiencing, Auguston. If we don't have enough magnanimity to change our attachment to inherent affairs, we will surely perish in this war."

Pollax's sincere answer left Auguston speechless again.

This, this, this stubborn Imperial Fist... seems to have some truth in what he said.

This is indeed a more resolute attitude towards war. In comparison, the deployment of the Extreme Warriors is more like an exquisite but impractical game of house.

But his dignity and face would not allow him to lower his posture and acknowledge Pollax.

"So what should we do? Tear it all down and rebuild it into a giant fortress to protect Macragge?"

"Yes, sir," said Pollax in a tone of perfect reason, "it is not enough to just bar the windows of this house in Macragge and reinforce the doors."

"You have to build a wall and seal up the windows completely, so that the windows and the wall become one. You have to build a new starport for defense, and take remedial measures while planning and building it."

“What are the specific operations?”

The Ultramarines unknowingly handed the initiative to Pollax. He was just stubborn, but not stupid. The Primarch's vision was correct - Pollax was indeed far superior to him in defense.

"I'm afraid your Imperial Fists' defensive prowess can only be matched by the Iron Warriors," Polux exclaimed sincerely.

Polux, who had remained unmoved under the verbal battle of the Ultramarines, suddenly stiffened and tried his best to maintain a calm expression on his face.

Iron Warriors, fuck the Iron Warriors!

"I think the current security system needs to be further strengthened. Although repeated inspections and audits are effective, they are not enough."

When Polux escaped from the warp storm, he had already experienced the scrutiny of the Ultramarines. Starting from Mandeville Point, a series of garrison fleets, star fortresses, patrolling cruisers and orbital defense platforms were verifying his identity.

"No warship, I mean any warship, can enter Macragge's firing range before completely losing its attack capability, including merchant ships and transport ships."

"As a supplement, some star fortresses can be set up as transfer stations for the transfer of supplies. No warships are allowed to land or landing ships are sent out unless all passengers on the warships have undergone genetic authentication and identity verification."

Auguston took a deep breath, but before he could express his attitude, the mortal officials around him could no longer bear it.

"Sir, the entire Macragge requires an astronomical amount of resource input. Our starport is transporting resources every minute and every second. Your changes will increase the transportation cost and time of resources by at least 30%."

The increase in time means the decrease in efficiency, which is frustrating for mortal officials who try their best to improve efficiency by a few decimal points.

They went through so much trouble just to improve their efficiency index by even 0.01%, but the decision of the Imperial Fists could directly lead to a one-third reduction in efficiency.

"This is necessary, everyone." Pollax's tone left no room for negotiation, or rather, the sons of Dorne hardly ever negotiated.

"Conversely, if the enemy brings about doomsday, then the countdown to doomsday will also be slowed down."

"Transmission from orbit to the ground must be strictly controlled. At the same time, new void shields should be placed in low-level orbits and starports, which can be activated when necessary. In addition, I also suggest that the sensor system and scanning array of the orbital platform can use some of the computing power to monitor the planet's surface."

Some of Polux's suggestions did indeed have more complete defensive thinking. Before hearing them, the Extreme Warriors had not even thought about this.

Although Macragge is currently under martial law, these Sons of Guilliman are still trying their best to find a balance between building defenses and people's living standards. They have never had such extreme ideas.

"Sir, if the enemy wants to come to Macragge through teleportation or airdrop pods, it will be extremely difficult to stop them. It is only a theoretical assumption to completely keep the enemy out. What we should do is to find their clues and kill them after finding the clues."

Auguston pursed his lips. He was not in a very good mood because the Imperial Fist did give him a good basic defense lesson. The conclusion was clear and Pollax's opinion should be adopted.

"Your suggestion is very good, Pollax." Auguston looked away, "but there is still a problem."

Pollax bowed his head slightly. "I'll take that as a compliment, sir, but what's the problem?"

Auguston had turned away.

"I think I should be the one who proposed this proposal, and you really gave me a lot of inspiration. I will add you as the second author."

The watching Ultramarines: ???

The mortal officials watching: ???

Commander's behavior seems...should be called stealing academic achievements.

"I have no objection." Although Pollax felt something was wrong, the Son of Dorn did not care about these details. What he cared about was that the orbital defense system he modified could be put into operation as soon as possible.

"No objection. Very good, Pollax. I admire you." Auguston patted the giant's shoulder encouragingly and continued to the next location for inspection.

Auguston's subordinates were too ashamed to look at their Imperial Fists brothers; they felt a strong sense of guilt and shame.

If Luo Xi were here, he would probably immediately shout out "Fat Tiger behavior", a phrase whose meaning no one knows anymore.

Chapter 171 Wild Wolf Banquet

Luo Xi naturally had no idea that a ghost from the 2k era had revived again in the 31st millennium and possessed the battlefield commander Auguston.

Many times, he felt that Auguston Fat Tiger was not like Guilliman's son, but rather had some similarities with the son of Leman Russ in terms of recklessness.

At this moment he was in Guilliman's private banquet hall, where the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds planned to hold a meeting with the Space Wolves.

In addition to the Primarch's mortal advisors, the leader of the Ever-Victorious Army, Draco Grod, and the head of the Librarian, Titus Prieto, followed him.

A group of Space Wolves broke the quiet and private atmosphere of the banquet hall. They followed the leader wolf sparsely, and the beast fur on their bodies emitted a strong fishy smell. But if you look closely, you will find that every Space Wolf is on guard and ready to attack at any time.

Their laziness and messiness are just a disguise. If the enemy really thinks these wolves are defenseless, then the only outcome will be to have their throats bitten off.

Faffnir Bloodbringer walked up the steps and into the Primarch's banquet hall.

"Captain Guilliman, your banquet venue is too formal, just like your cubs, serious and boring."

The Space Wolves did not show much respect, and his presumptuous words aroused the dissatisfaction of Grod, the leader of the Ever-Victorious Army.

"Hunting dogs can only guard outside the door unless their masters allow them to. Good hounds will eat the bones and meat left over by their masters, and then wait for their masters' next order."

The wild wolves burst into laughter, and the rough laughter of their leader, Faffnir, even echoed in the spacious banquet hall.

Then, his fierce eyes stared at Grod, his canine teeth as ferocious as a wolf's.

These Space Wolves have already changed into adamantium armor. They are absolute pragmatists. When they discovered the adamantium armor, a new equipment that completely crushed the Mark Power Armor, the Fenrisians did not hesitate to change their power armor.

Of course, their beast furs, animal tusks and amulets that symbolized some primitive beliefs were transferred to the new power armor.

The wolf leader's eyes met Guilliman's, and then he glanced around and took in the figure of the Librarian.

He gave Titus Prieto a seemingly harmless smile, chuckled a few times, and nodded as if satisfied.

"A Dybbuk, an Ultramarines psyker, Master Guilliman, what do you think I have discovered?"

"You violated the ban issued by the All-Father at the Council of Nicaea, and deliberately allowed this psyker with a disgusting Warp smell to appear in front of the hunting group?"

Everyone could read the distrust and suspicion in the wolves' expressions, as well as the signs of restlessness.

The Emperor's executioner, the destroyer of Prospero, gradually bares his fangs.

Titus felt ten pairs of eyes focused on him at the same time, and his powerful psychic perception was giving him a crazy warning that they really wanted to tear off the think tank director's head.

"Captain Guilliman, you said earlier that you remained loyal to the Empire. I believed your assurances, but your actions today have made me doubt you again."

"No sacrifice is too great to be accepted, and no betrayal is too small to be forgiven." The wolf's tone was like singing an ancient song of Fenris, melodious and rough.

"I regret to discover that you have violated the Nikaea Order and have once again activated the Psyker Librarian."

These supervisors sent by Prime Minister Malcador and Wolf King Leman Russ began to disperse in front of the Primarch, forming an attack formation and ready to take action at any time.

Guilliman felt a headache coming on. These wolf cubs of Russ were really ruthless.

The Primarch was indeed seriously injured in the battle with the ten Alpha Assassins, but that was the result of careful planning and the right time and place.

Guilliman now wears a full set of armor at all times, and the all-important helmet is also attached to the magnetic lock on his waist.

If necessary, Guilliman could take down the ten Wolf Warriors in front of him in three seconds.

"Faffnar, if I wanted to hide my ill intentions, you would never be standing in front of me, even if you have been through hundreds of battles." Guilliman tried to relax as much as possible. He didn't want to fight a big battle with the Space Wolves.

"Yes, I violated the Nikea Prohibition and reopened the Think Tank. That was an order during the Battle of Calth. We must admit that in this rebellion started by the traitors, the Nikea Prohibition has become outdated. We need the Think Tank to deal with those enemies in the Warp!"

"Or do you think that we would rather be killed one by one by the enemy's warp sorcery than be as stubborn as a rock and stick to the outdated Nikea Prohibition?!"

The Primarch's suddenly raised voice suppressed the Space Wolves' restless attitude.

Roboute Guilliman has the same majesty and oppression as the Wolf King Leman Russ. Even in the role of a king, the Lord of the Ultramarines who controls the vast kingdom of five hundred worlds is stronger than the Lord of Fenris who only controls Fenris and the surrounding galaxies.

Seeing the Primarch's anger, the wolves who were ready to draw their swords at any time finally quieted down.

Faffnir overpowered the pack, realizing they had gone too far.

Emotionally speaking, Faffnir could understand Guilliman's feelings. If a principle had to be broken to win in a life-and-death war, the Wild Wolves might not be able to demand the same of themselves as they demanded of other legions.