From Terra to Terra, the Star Emperor's Holiday

"But let me make it clear first, if you lack gene seeds, I can't do anything about it."

Because of the attitude of Raven King Corax, the vast majority of the Raven Guard's successor chapters are devoted to the Codex Chapters of the Astartes.

In the absence of the ability to mass-produce troops, the gene-seeds on hand for these Codex Chapters would only be maintained at a level that was barely enough to replenish their ranks. Only when the Chapter structure was severely damaged could they apply to Holy Terra for the gene-seeds taken away by the Mechanicus.

The gene seed was obviously created by the Emperor by combining Dark Ages technology and Warp stuff. Even the Star Empire, which lacks the corresponding technical reserves, will have to spend a while to decipher it before it can make any progress.

If the Great Shark really asked Si Ye for gene seeds, then Si Ye would have to consider acting as a pirate and robbing the Star Claws who were resisting taxation near the Maelstrom.

"We still have quite a few gene-seed chapters... enough to meet the initial expansion requirements... but... there are other issues."

Bel-Shar was a little embarrassed, like a child who was embarrassed to ask his parents for pocket money.

Regardless of whether Si Ye was the Emperor's agent or a saint, he undoubtedly represented the Emperor's will. Telling the Emperor directly how poor and miserable his brothers in the chapter were undoubtedly a challenge to Bel-Shar's thickness of face.

"Equipment, this is a small problem."

Biochemical transformation, power armor on the body, bolt weapons and chainswords in the hands, this is all a complete Space Marine has.

Among them, apart from the gene seeds that take time to decipher, Si Ye cannot produce them for the time being. As for external items such as power armor and various weapons, he only needs to scan them and collect the blueprints.

The fully automatic photonic quantum printing production line can produce enough power armor for tens of thousands of Space Marines to wear and throw away in just a few minutes, and the weapons can be so luxurious that they can be thrown away after two shots and replaced with two.

"Who in your company has the most advanced power armor? Come with my men and mention the type of weapon you would like."

Upon hearing this request, Belshar and his company brothers looked at each other in surprise.

Generally speaking, the leaders of an Astartes Chapter are both wise and brave. The Chapter Master may not be the best fighter, but he must be able to fight. The same goes for the Captain.

Holy relics, fine-crafted power armor, and all kinds of useful and excellent equipment are often supplied to the most capable fighters in the regiment first.

But that is generally speaking. The Carcharodon Warband roaming outside the empire's territory is obviously not within this general category.

Although the Carcharodon Legion also has some very precious holy relics on hand, the reason why they are willing to use these holy relics instead of treating them as ancestral treasures like other legions is very simple: they have no other uses.

It is difficult to obtain supplies outside the domain, the enemies to fight are difficult, and they are often cheated when doing business with the Mechanicus. Most of the time, the Carcharodon Legion can only use whatever they can rob and have no right to be picky.

It was difficult for an ordinary Carcharodon Astartes to assemble a complete set of power armour. They would often use the Mark V Heretic as a base, mixing and matching some stolen Mark VI Raven or Mark VII Imperium power armour accessories. However, on some of the unlucky ones, you could even see accessories from the Mark III Steel, which was developed in the early days of the Great Crusade.

Although Warhammer 40k is also a world where technological progress depends on archaeology, the excavations are of lost technology from the Dark Ages and Golden Ages of mankind. The power armor from the early Great Crusade can only be described as completely backward today, but when it comes to the Maneater, they have no choice but to make do with it.

Although the Third Company led by Bel-Shar was the backbone of the entire Carcharodon Regiment besides the First Company, and there was no trace of Mark III on them, it was inevitable that a large number of Mark V Heretics were pieced together with parts of other models.

The reason they looked at each other in confusion was that Si Ye asked them to pick out the best equipment, but they really couldn't tell which of the equipment they had put together was better or worse.

"Nenznik, Dosol, Nuritona... and Usulu, follow the Rogue Trader's men."

Bel-Shar pointed out a few people. According to his memory, if the high-quality accessories of the power armor on these people were put together, they could still put together a relatively complete set of Mark VII Imperial power armor. Although they didn't know what Si Ye was going to do, for the sake of the Emperor, they just had to cooperate silently.

After a while, Belshar saw the technical sergeant Ursulu from the company coming back. He was wearing a brand new power armor that had not yet been painted. From the appearance, it was a slightly modified Mark VII Imperial power armor.

Because Space Marines have a deep culture of painting, and the various patterns have profound symbolic meanings, it is inevitable that mistakes will occur in unified assembly line painting, so Si Ye did not have people paint the newly produced power armor. Instead, he gave each of the gray-model Space Marines who had completed the change of clothing a few buckets of paint and let them paint it themselves.

"Usulu, what's wrong with you?"

It took less than ten minutes to change into a brand new set of power armor. This was good news for the poor man-eating shark.

But Belshar still noticed the emotional changes of his fighting brothers, as if they had witnessed something incredible, making them all look a little dazed and stupid.

"Om Messiah, I saw a vision of Om Messiah..."

"what?"

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Chapter 319 This must be the power of the emperor!

Technical Sergeant

In the organization of the Astartes Chapter, this is a special position title, usually referring to those Astartes warriors with talents in mechanics and engineering. They will be sent to Mars by the Chapter for further training to learn how to maintain and repair various combat equipment in the Chapter.

However, due to the influence of the Martian Mechanicus, this will to a certain extent cause an ideological gap between the technical sergeants and their battle-brothers in their own regiments. This gap can be big or small. The technical sergeants of the Carcharodon Regiment get along quite well with their battle-brothers.

However, getting along well does not mean that there are no differences in habits. Technical sergeants who have trained on Mars tend to praise the Omemessiah, while ordinary Space Marines tend to praise the Emperor.

Although there is no difference in doctrine between the two, there are always some people who cannot stand it, so Ursulu, the technical sergeant of the Carcharodon Regiment, will often follow suit in praising the Emperor to avoid any unnecessary conflicts with his brothers.

But after witnessing the god-like productivity of the Star Empire, it was really difficult for the technical sergeant to control his thoughts. When he uttered a word of praise to Om Messiah, he was rarely spared from the contempt of his combat brothers.

"Emperor..."

Bel-Shar was very concerned about the emotional changes of his battle brothers, so at Si Ye's invitation, they came to a small production line inside the star base, where the brand new Mark VII Imperial power armor worn by Usulu and others was manufactured.

And when Bel-Shar saw a set of well-made power armor, which looked like it was hand-carved by the Grand Magus of the Mechanicus, being printed by a quantum printer in 15 seconds, he was dumbfounded.

Because there were no racks prepared to place these power armors, the power armors manufactured on the production line were thrown on the ground at random, piling up into a small hill.

With Si Ye's consent, Belshar picked up a piece of power armor. The heavy feel and the pipes extending from underneath clearly told him that these things were not illusions or fakes, but real power armor.

Well, now Bel-Shar could understand the feelings of the company's technical sergeant, because he also wanted to praise the Emperor.

Bel-Shar, who didn't quite understand technological creations, couldn't understand what a blueprint module was, nor what photonic quantum printing was. Looking at everything in front of him, he could only attribute it all to the power of the Emperor and his agent, Si Ye.

"My Lord...these."

To be honest, because of the bad habits brought about by the Carcharodon Legion's long-term nomadism, some not-so-good ideas just flashed through Bel-Shar's super brain. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and kept repenting to the Emperor in his heart.

"I'll give them all to you. However, since the power armor assembled by your chapter members is still missing some parts, I won't make too many of these temporary models. I'll just give them to you for emergency use. If I can get more comprehensive information later, I'll make you new ones."

Due to the bloated size of the Imperium of Man and the increasingly complacent interference of the Mechanicum, the power armor given to the Astartes after the Heresy was only updated to one generation, the Mark VIII Ranger Power Armor.

Moreover, the production of this new type of power armor, which has almost no technological innovation compared to the power armor during the Great Heresy, is touching.

Even after millennia of production, a complete set of Mark VIII Power Armour still exists only in theory, with pieces often only seen on a few famous Space Marines and commanders.

In this case, it would be time-consuming and laborious for Si Ye to collect a set of the most advanced power armor as a template for production. It would be better to imitate it roughly and then let the computing core iterate and upgrade it to create a version of power armor specially for the Space Marines of the Star Empire.

"All...all to us?"

There were nearly 200 sets of power armor piled on the ground. The joy of getting 200 brand new power armors in an instant almost made Belshar, whose belt was almost broken, jump up.

"Well, this printer's photonic print head can produce about 3000 sets of power armor before it overheats and stops working. I'll give them all to you."

Si Ye's words were understated, and he didn't take the output of this small production line seriously at all.

But when that huge number entered Bel-Shar's ears through the sound array collection system of the power armor helmet, the Space Marine who killed aliens as easily as cutting melons and vegetables almost had his legs go weak and fell to the ground.

3000 sets!

3000 sets of brand new Mark VII Imperial power armor!

Even if we sell the entire Carcharodon Regiment, we may not be able to produce so many power armors!

As a man-eating shark that roams outside the empire's borders and needs to live frugally, Bel-Shar was filled with joy but also felt a hint of regret in his heart.

He was regretting why he didn't bring a battle-brother qualified to wear Terminator power armor. He should even have stolen the ancient Hades-style Terminator power armor of Chapter Master Tiberius.

As for stealing the Terminator power armor, will the Chapter Master be furious and punish him?

Bel-Shar believed that if he had 3000 sets of Hades-style Terminator power armor placed in the cargo hold, let alone stealing the Chapter Master's power armor, even if he directly asked for the Chapter Master's exquisitely crafted sacred power axe that he cherished like a treasure, the other party would have to deliver the things with a smile.

But now that things have happened and the Mark VII has been produced, it is unlikely to reverse time. Bel-Shar can only sigh secretly under the cover of his helmet and is determined to serve the Emperor as his spokesperson.

After all, there is still a long way to go. As long as we can establish a good relationship with Si Ye, the Emperor's spokesperson, there will definitely be a chance to get 3000 sets of Terminator power armor.

"Captain Bel-Shar, are you ready to start moving these power armors, or do you need me to lend you some manpower?"

Si Ye's voice pulled Bel-Shar out of his reverie about the regiment's bright future. He looked at the pile of power armor that had grown a little taller in his distracted state, and hurriedly called out to his battle brothers beside him.

"Yes, yes, move now!"

He did not let go of the Space Marine Bel-Shar, who was standing in the corner of the factory and painting his new power armor. He snatched the brush from his hand and dragged him into the moving queue.

"Don't brush it yet. You can do it when you get back. Move your things first!"

"Remember to send a few more guys over to bring in the bolters and chainswords, oh, and a small batch of ammunition."

Si Yeduo gave a few more instructions and left the factory area without looking at Belshar who was a little unsteady due to ecstasy.

"Has the astropathic transmitting antenna been completed?"

"Construction is complete. Based on the remaining intelligence from the Hive World, we have summarized most of the human empire's astropathic formats and optimized them. We can now send psychic astropathic intelligence to this world at any time."

The synthetic secretary followed his boss Ye's pace and quickly flipped through the data panel.

The unique cosmic environment of the 40k world makes superstring broadcasting and cosmic membrane broadcasting difficult. The only ultra-long-distance communication method of the human empire is to rely on psykers to release astropathic messages into the warp. However, the turbulent warp often causes information to be delayed or tampered with, making its communication efficiency extremely low.

"Then send the previously prepared astropathic message about the rebellion on the border forge world three times, so that we can gain a legitimate justification for our subsequent actions."

Because the Ragtomo galaxy is too barren, and the attacks by green-skinned orcs have resulted in the overall population base not being in line with the initial planning indicators of the Star Empire.

Although draining the pond to catch all the fish can also gather a similar number of auxiliary troops by directly squeezing out the residents of the hive city, the Star Sea Empire is not the human empire, and draining the pond to catch all the fish is really not in line with Si Ye's style of doing things.

Therefore, the base of operations in the 40k world naturally needs to be expanded in order to obtain more auxiliary troops and create a strategic buffer zone.

The first target to be attacked is the border forging world. After all, it is a claim that is delivered to the door, so it would be a waste not to use it.

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Chapter 320 Target: Border Forging World

"Precision Bolt Gun, hehe,"

Putting down the new unpainted grenade launcher in his hand, Belsair picked up the new chainsword beside him.

"Finely crafted chainsaw sword, hehe!"

Compared to ordinary fine-crafted chainswords, the holy chainsaw axes and power swords in the regiment are extremely powerful, but every time they are used, one feels hesitant, for fear that they will be lost or damaged by accident.

After all, for ancient relics that are used less and less, even if they are damaged in a glorious battle, it is still enough to make people feel distressed.

Now, the great Rogue Trader and Emperor's Agent Si Ye directly gave them a total of 7000 various types of explosive weapons and melee weapons. Even if they were used one by one and thrown away one by one, it would be enough to meet the needs of the entire regiment.

However, when it came to transporting the ammunition, Belshar was annoyed again.

The Sword-class frigate they were on this time was too small. When Si Ye supplied them with unlimited bombs and allowed them to take as much as they could, anyone would start to complain that their ship was not big enough.

Although spaceships rarely have the concept of overloading, if they can't fit in, they can't fit in. Some power armors that can't be put into the warehouse are placed in the cabin, and boxes of explosive bombs and ammunition that can't be stuffed in are placed in the aisle. If it is involved in a battle at this time, then this originally extremely sturdy Sword-class frigate will be penetrated by a lance or artillery, and it will be blown into countless pieces in the explosion of the explosive bomb.

"Captain, the Ronin Merchant has arrived."