From Terra to Terra, the Star Emperor's Holiday

In the so-called new cabin area, the white sharks who opened the door were all stunned after seeing the situation inside.

The Dreadnought was placed on a mechanical operating table. The armor that had been beaten into a hornet's nest had been repaired, and the broken movement legs and power claws had been replaced with new ones.

The holy relic was repaired, which should have been good news, but not far from the Dreadnought, in a place used for garbage dumping, a tank more than one meter high was lying on its side with a big hole on its surface.

That was the life-support tank used to carry the fearless pilot, and it even had the exclusive inscription of the Carcharodon Regiment engraved on it.

“Elder…elder!!!”

Usulu let out a howl and rushed towards the life-support tank like a madman.

As a technical sergeant, it is his job to perform daily maintenance on dormant dreadnoughts. Usulu can guarantee this with his life. This is the life-support tank that carries the elder, but what about the person inside?

The other Sharknado warriors rushed to the Dreadnought on the operating table. The Dreadnought had actually been repaired. The robotic arms on the workbench were learning and replicating the unique inscriptions and signatures of the Sharknado Legion, intending to restore it to perfection.

Seeing someone approaching, the robot stopped its work and automatically lowered the workbench to allow the sharks to check the condition of the dreadnought mecha.

"Elder!!! Captain, even if the elder sacrifices himself, we must get his body back!!!"

A group of man-eating sharks attacked the Dreadnought, but with its power reactor shut down and its life-support vessels taken out, the Dreadnought was just a cold lump of iron and naturally would not give any response.

According to the man-eating sharks, the elder must have been trying hard to comfort them, but after they left, the elder suddenly passed away.

As for the possibility that Nyx was plotting to murder the Fearless Elder, the Space Marines of the Carcharodon Chapter had never even considered it.

How could the executor of the Emperor's will harm the Fearless Elder? Even if Si Ye broke the life-support tank and took out the incomplete limbs of the Fearless Elder, it was because the Emperor agreed to the Elder's retirement.

"Well... I'll go talk to the person in charge here and ask for the elder's body..."

“What are you yelling about! Who sacrificed themselves? Can you please think of me a little better!!!”

Before Tiberus finished speaking, a slightly older Space Marine with white hair followed the autonomous machine into the room and kicked the crying Sharknado warrior who was blocking the door with great dissatisfaction.

Fearless Elder Mufa

A veteran from the M33 era, his lower body was blasted off by plasma during the battle to suppress the rebels, but luckily he survived and entered the Dreadnought. He himself never thought that one day he would be able to leave that life-support tank and see the light of day again.

"Re-implanting the power armor operating device (black shell) requires waiting for the new organs to stabilize. During this period, limb weakness is normal. Once the limb muscles and other organs stabilize, you can recover by eating plenty of food. Here is your medical examination form. If you have any questions, please go to the medical center and see the staff on duty."

The autonomous machine glanced at the stunned and howling man-eating sharks in the room, but found no one who needed treatment. After spitting a receipt into Mufa's hands, it floated out of the room.

"Elder?"

Tiberus' tone was very uncertain. He had only served for a few hundred years, so it was naturally impossible for him to recognize the appearance of the Fearless Elder. Even if the regiment had a portrait of the elder, there would always be a difference between the real person and the portrait.

"It's me... Tiberus. You have done a good job as Chapter Master."

Mufa praised Tiberus and kept moving his new arms and legs.

Although these new limbs were a little thin and somewhat inconsistent with the Space Marine's sturdy body, Mufa was very surprised by the feeling of being reborn after soaking in the jar for 7 thousand years.

"Elder...what have you been through?"

After confirming Mufa's identity, many sharks showed curious expressions, wanting to know what the elder had experienced.

"…I don't know either…"

Mufa scratched his face. Although he was reborn, he was still full of questions.

In fact, it was very simple. Mufa's damaged Dreadnought Mecha was placed in the same ward with the wounded by the Great Sharks. When the autonomous machine was scanning the injuries of the wounded, it also scanned the Dreadnought Mecha.

Mufa, who had no hands or feet and only half of his body was soaked in the fearless life-support tank, was naturally regarded as a seriously injured person and was considered by the autonomous machine to need rescue.

The tank was broken open, and Mufa, who was almost soaked, was taken out. As a more "severe" wounded soldier, this Space Marine from the M33 period received the best possible treatment at the field hospital.

Limb regeneration is not difficult for the Star Empire. Mufa's lower body that was evaporated by plasma and his arms that were cut off in order to enter the Dreadnought were quickly regenerated.

Then came the chest and abdomen. Mufa's Space Marine-modified organs had shown signs of decay due to long-term disuse. In order to restore them to normal, reactivation surgery was inevitable.

Except for the gene glands and gene seeds, which did not undergo additional processing due to the involvement of some subspace technology, the rest of Mufa's organs were reactivated by medical synths using various technologies. They only need to wait for the stable period of the drug ingredients to take effect before they can be used normally.

The Space Marine Mufa, who had been encased in a dreadnought for seven millennia, was reborn by chance.

"But...I feel something strange."

Mufa frowned. He always felt that he seemed to have a strange connection with something, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Is there something wrong? Elder, can you ask the pharmacist to take a look? Or should I call a doctor?"

Limb regeneration is considered an unstable technology in the human empire and is prohibited from use. Tiberus looked at Mufa with concern, fearing that something bad might happen to the elder who had completed body regeneration.

"No, no, no, this feeling, it seems... like this."

Mufa shook his head, as if he had found some feeling, and suddenly clenched his fist.

The roar of the power engine echoed in the room. The dreadnought mecha on the workbench suddenly started up without a driver, and energy pipelines at all levels began to charge automatically.

"I...I...I don't know if I have left that broken jar or not."

Feeling that he could operate the Dreadnought with ease, Mufa's expression kept changing, as if he couldn't distinguish reality from reality. He pondered the possibility that he was hallucinating and was actually still soaking in the life support tank.

This is actually the fault of the autonomous machine, which identified the Dreadnought as a weapon.

Therefore, after completing his physical treatment, Mufa also underwent an additional neural manipulation modification surgery, and his Dreadnought mecha was also adapted and modified accordingly. The Contemptor Dreadnought, which had accompanied Mufa for seven thousand years, was transformed into another extension of his limbs.

“…Usulu, is this a machine spirit?”

"The Dreadnought's machine spirit is dormant. It looks like Elder Mufa is manipulating the Dreadnought."

“…What kind of technology is this?”

There was a lot of discussion in the room. In just one day, the Carcharodon Regiment had seen too many new things. Even with the indomitable will of the Space Marines, they could not help but feel a little numb.

Fortunately, this discussion did not last too long. A synth walked into the room, followed by Malakin, the Chapter Master of the Weepers.

"Captain of the Carcharodon, Tiberius? Lord Nyx wishes to see you."

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Chapter 341 Poor Crying Man

"Tiberus, do you, the White Shark, know that Rogue Trader?"

Sitting on the transport ship, Malakin whispered to Tiberius about the news through the built-in sound array channel of the power armor.

There was no way. From the Glorious Queen-class battleships to those incredibly powerful armored vehicles, the powerful mortal marines, and the medical equipment that could save Space Marines... everything displayed by the Elfindor Dynasty was too amazing. A feeling of unease lingered in Malakin's heart all the time.

“…I kind of know him…”

Compared to Bel-Shar's face-to-face meeting with Si Ye, Tiberus had only seen Si Ye through communications and camera projections, so he was not confident when he said that they knew each other.

"What do you mean by acquaintance?... For the Emperor's sake, please reveal some information to your brother."

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it. When he heard Malakin mention the Emperor, Tiberus rolled his eyes under his helmet and shook his head silently, as he was about to say something.

After all, if Si Ye, as the Emperor's agent, is willing to tell the Weepers some information, then the Weepers will know it sooner or later. If the Weepers should not know it, then Tiberus should not interfere.

"...you will soon know...I can only say this...for the Emperor's sake."

The incoherent words made Malakin even more confused, but since Tiberus said so, Malakin could only suppress the uneasiness and doubts in his heart and wait to meet the wandering merchant.

...

"Is that what happened with the Border Forge World?"

"if not?"

Usadel turned his head to look at the Ministry of Justice law enforcement officer beside him and showed a strange expression.

"Not to mention that there is indeed a heresy in the Forge World, do you still want the Rogue Trader to just spit out the Forge World? If you can avoid getting involved in this kind of fight between gods, then don't. Let the Rogue Trader, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the Mechanicum slowly wrestle with it. There's no need to make things difficult for yourself."

“…Well, you do have a point.”

The law enforcement officer thought about the military strength of the Fawu Fortress and the military strength of the Elfendor Dynasty, and nodded very sincerely.

"Let the lords at the Ministry of Internal Affairs deal with this kind of thing."

"Hey, that's right."

Malakin followed the synthetic attendant forward, glancing sideways as he watched the Inquisitor and the Law Enforcer of the Ministry of Justice walking past him wearing a rose knot.

"Lord Nyx, the Chapter Masters of the Carcharhinus and the Lamenters have arrived."

"Well, come in."

In the same conference room, Si Ye had just informed the Ministry of Justice and the Border Expansion Sector Government of the Elfendor Dynasty's control over the Border Forge World.

Thanks to Usadel's advice, the Ministry of Justice wisely played dumb and got away with it. Although the sector government wanted to say that it was really an illegal act, looking at the huge Elfendor Dynasty fleet, they could only put the matter on hold temporarily and report it back to Terra, letting the Ministry of Internal Affairs or the High Lords Council handle it.

"Your Excellency the Rogue Merchant." "Your Excellency the Night Soldier."

Tiberus performed the Sky Eagle Salute with great respect, leaving Malakin helpless and unable to follow suit.

"Well, just call me Nyx. Chapter Master Tiberus, how are your new power armor and weapons?"

Based on Tiberus's attitude, Si Ye believed that Bel-Shar had conveyed everything he had said before, so he started the conversation with the Carcharodon Regiment.

"Very good, thank you for the gift."

Tiberius had never fought such a prosperous battle.

Bolt weapons fire continuously until the barrel overheats, and the brothers whose armor is damaged by the attack can temporarily retreat so that they can change into new ones and continue to join the battle.

This batch of supplies from Si Ye was simply an unimaginable dream for the Sharknado Regiment, which used to have to calculate every shot carefully and even engage in unnecessary hand-to-hand combat to save ammunition.

"It's a small matter. You and I are both for the Emperor."

The name of Huangpizi is so useful that Si Ye is almost addicted to it.

"Your Third Company Commander should have told you all the news. Aside from the issue of equipment and weapons, are there any other difficulties with expanding the army?"

"There are no difficulties. It's just about expanding the military. I would like to get more details from you."

The Emperor's mission was naturally more important than the damn Codex Astartes. Tiberus glanced at Malakin, whose eyes were already dazed, and respectfully asked Si Ye about some details of the expansion of the Man-Eating Shark's army.

"The Carcharodon currently has 372 gene-seeds. If we include some captured and traded items, we can gather nearly 600 gene-seeds in total. However, we lack qualified recruits, and in another 12 years, the Mechanicum's tax collection ship will arrive. Should we pay this gene tax, or..."

Tiberus' tone was so subtle that Malakin, who was standing there in a daze, instantly showed a look of horror.

You must know that in the human empire, only death and taxation are inevitable. If you want to resist taxes and intercept genetic seeds, it will be a fatal matter if the Terra government takes it too far.

However, for a Space Marine Chapter like the Sharks, which often fight outside the Empire's borders, the training of new recruits and gene seeds often requires a lot of extra effort. If the seed tax is paid on time, the expansion progress will definitely be affected.

The Mechanicus's collection of seed taxes is also a disguised way for the Terra government to monitor the stability of the Space Marine Chapters. If the gene seeds in the seed taxes show serious mutations, then such a Chapter will be wiped out by the Terra government on the grounds that it is no longer stable.