From Terra to Terra, the Star Emperor's Holiday

Therefore, in some extreme cases, the Sharks will use gene seeds captured from Chaos Space Marines or traded from renegade chapters to create new recruits, saving the chapter's own gene seeds to pay the seed tax.

"Just hand it over for now. As long as the military expansion remains undiscovered, once the snowball starts rolling, the gene seeds will only increase in number."

The Regent Lord Roboute Guilliman hasn't woken up yet, and without someone to clean up the mess, Nyx can't directly start liquidating the Mechanicus and the High Lords of Terra, so some superficial work has to be maintained, including the shitty tithes of the Human Empire.

"As for the new recruits... I allow you to select them from the Star Sea Auxiliary Army in the Lagtomo system. My technical team will liaise with your pharmacists to ensure the success rate of the transformation surgery."

In the 30k era when Space Marines were still organized into legions, each Space Marine legion had its own unique recruit selection ceremony, but this also led to a frighteningly high death rate.

In the Chapter Era, not every Chapter could have its own recruitment planet, so some Space Marine Chapters streamlined the ceremony and only pursued the quality pass rate of the recruits to ensure that the recruits would not die in the transformation surgery and waste gene seeds and transformed organs.

"I understand. I'll start making arrangements as soon as we get back to the Chapter Monastery..."

Tiberus bowed his head and quietly stepped aside to make room for Si Ye and Malakin to communicate.

"The Weepers, a successor chapter of the Blood Angels. I know Chapter Master Malakin must have many questions in his mind right now, but let me ask you a question first."

If you want to gain the trust of a Space Marine, the best way is to raise the yellow-skinned flag, so Si Ye stared at Malakin with a puzzled look on his face, and golden psychic energy began to leap at his fingertips.

"Weepers, are you loyal?"

Another wave of faith in the Emperor was burned by the power of the Wheel of Samsara, and the phantom of the Emperor was constructed in the golden simulated psychic energy. The questioned Malakin did not even have time to raise any emotional reaction before the golden shadow of the Emperor was engraved on his retina.

"The Weepers never betray and are always loyal to the Lord of Humanity. Praise the great Emperor! Praise the great Sanguinius!!!"

Under the illumination of the Emperor's shadow, Malakin knelt on one knee and loudly declared the position of the Weepers.

The Emperor's mortal form? Malakin finally understood why Tiberus had been so respectful to Nyx. He felt a surge of remorse as he recalled the doubts and hesitations he had previously harbored.

"Very good. A great change is about to occur. The Emperor needs more power. Captain of the Lamenters, are you willing to accept the new mission the Emperor has given you?"

"Yes! But... the Weepers..."

Malakin responded loudly, but soon his face showed shame and his tone was full of unspeakable pain.

991.M35, the Twenty-first Founding, also known as the Cursed Founding, was a mad attempt by the Mechanicus to edit and modify the gene-seed to repair defects in the gene-seed of the various Space Marine Mother Chapters.

But it was obvious that they had failed. Most of the chapters formed during the Cursed Founding had unexpected malignant mutations, and the stability of their gene seeds was constantly declining, even leading to the chapters directly falling into Chaos.

The Weepers, however, are the lucky ones among the Cursed Army. Their gene-seed is stable, and they can even avoid the Black Rage that every Son of Sanguinius cannot avoid to a certain extent.

The Lamenters' subsequent experiences seemed to have exhausted their good fortune at birth. Although they were loyal and strong, their origin as a cursed army still prevented them from gaining the trust of the top leaders of the Human Empire, and some interstellar regiments would also refuse to cooperate with them.

However, bad luck accompanies them all the time. The Weepers always get caught up in some overly tense battlefields or face some powerful enemies that are difficult to defeat. These encounters often cause them to suffer heavy losses and make the entire regiment slide into the abyss of poverty where they cannot even put together a team of Terminators.

"Don't whimper, tell me if you have any difficulties."

The Weepers were a very popular group, so Si Ye naturally knew that they were very poor and miserable, but to know exactly how miserable they were, he still had to hear what the people involved had to say.

"…The Chapter is not yet fully staffed, with only 641 Battle-Brothers and a reserve of only 42 gene-seeds. However, we have requested a refund from the Mechanicus for the seed taxes we paid in the past…"

Malakin's voice was getting smaller and smaller, but when he thought that this might be a rare opportunity for the Weepers to get help, he had to bite the bullet and continue speaking.

"Power armor reserves are almost non-existent. Tech sergeants are constantly repairing and patching it up to barely maintain normal combat readiness. We only have standard bolters, almost no heavy firepower, and only a few armored vehicles in stock..."

"Okay, okay, I get it."

Si Ye stopped Malakin from crying. Although he knew that what he said was the truth and not exaggerated, it was still hard to hold back if he continued to cry.

Facing Malakin's expectant gaze, Si Ye decided to give this poor regiment some consolation prize first.

"I can't do anything except for the gene seed, I'll try my best to satisfy the others..."

...

Chapter 342 Universal Printer

"Until the materials in this storage tank are reduced to zero, all the output of this small production line will belong to your two chapters. Please discuss the distribution among yourselves."

The conversation paused, and the secretary-type synth took Tiberus and Malakin to the shipboard factory located in the belly of the Titan cabin, and specially approved a storage tank full of materials so that they could build whatever they needed.

“…Excuse me, how do I use this device?”

With the technical level of the Space Marines, in the past they could only disassemble weapons for maintenance and perform emergency repairs on the battlefield. If a lathe was really placed in front of them and they were asked to make their own weapons, anyone would be at a loss.

"Can I borrow the weapon on your waist?"

The operation of this photonic quantum printing factory is fool-proof. The secretary-type synthesizer looked around and planned to demonstrate to the two people using the weapon magnetically suspended on Malakin's waist.

"Uh...ok, it's a little heavy, please be careful."

As the commander of the Weepers, Malakin's sidearm is naturally not a standard one. This pistol is the sacred relic of the Weepers, the [Questioner], a powerful melta weapon.

Although he didn't understand what this mortal woman in front of him, who looked a little strange, wanted to do, Malakin still took off the relic pistol mounted on his waist and handed it to the secretary-type synth.

The weapons adapted for Space Marines are a bit large, and the synths need both hands to hold them steady, but the weight issue is negligible.

"Version V.4275.1 autonomous printer. You don't need to worry about the number. Just place the target template in front of the scanner and press the red button."

The synth placed the Lamenters' relics on a platform as he spoke, then pressed the red button on the virtual panel next to it.

sizzle

The small production line has ten photon printing nozzles. Under the flashing blue light of photon printing, within 5 seconds, the number of [Questioner] melta pistols of the Weepers increased by ten.

"Small items can be produced ten at a time, and large vehicles can only be produced two at a time. You can estimate what to produce and how many to produce. Lord Si Ye has already opened docking permissions for the battle barges of your two chapters. Do you have any questions or confusions?"

Tiberus and Malakin stared at the ten extra melta pistols on the logistics conveyor belt, their mouths open, but no sound came out.

What is the principle?

Is this still the human empire? What the hell is this?

Tiberus originally thought that the weapons and equipment that Si Ye had previously provided to the Carcharodon Regiment were either the inventory of the Rogue Merchant Dynasty or the treasury of the great Emperor. After all, Si Ye was the agent of the Emperor's will.

But now it seems that there is some deviation from what he imagined.

"Okay, if you have any questions, just call me..."

Seeing that both captains had dazed expressions, like natives who had never seen the world, the synth spread his hands and said that he would be on standby outside and that he would contact her if there was anything.

Before leaving, the secretary-type synthesizer did not forget to remind him.

"You two should discuss the distribution issue. Even if you want to fight, go back to your ship and don't let Lord Si Ye laugh at you."

"Exactly the same... Praise the Emperor."

Malakin picked up the brand new melta pistol from the logistics conveyor belt for observation and comparison.

It cannot be said that the new gun and the relic are completely similar, but they are exactly the same. Even the inscriptions engraved on the handle by the previous owners of this hot melt gun have been completely reproduced.

beep~

Tiberus carefully pressed the red button on the virtual panel, and a blue light flashed again. Ten more sacred pistols appeared in front of Malakin.

“…The Emperor…”

Faced with this unimaginable productivity, Tiberus and Malakin could only attribute it to the almighty Emperor.

What, you're saying this could be alien technology? (Boltgun loaded)

"Master Malakin, we need to discuss how to utilize this gift from the Emperor."

Tiberus wanted to remove the Ancient Terminator power claw from his left arm and place it on the scanning table, but without the cooperation of servants and armor platforms, it would be difficult for the Space Marine to remove his own power armor, let alone the heavier Terminator armor.

"...The Weepers don't have enough weapons and equipment to serve as a copy template. If the Sharkate is willing to provide assistance, you can take... 7%."

Malakin the Weeper was in great pain. He only needed one powerful weapon to copy many, but his regiment couldn't even produce that one.

Although the Carcharodon Legion was once very poor, it was only due to insufficient basic equipment. As a Space Marine sub-regiment that has been active since the M33 period, the Carcharodon Legion still has many fancy and powerful relics.

After estimating the number of people in the Weepers, Malakin felt that he could give up some of them in exchange for the help of the Carcharhinans and supplement the types of weapons in the regiment.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood me, Chapter Master Malakin. The Emperor's grace is fair. No matter how much equipment this 'storage' can produce, yours and my chapter will share it fifty-fifty."

Tiberus had no intention of haggling over the distribution. In his eyes, as long as the new mission entrusted by the Emperor was faithfully carried out, with the generosity of Si Ye, the agent, he would have as much equipment and weapons as he wanted.

"What I mean is that we need to discuss what equipment both chapters are in urgent need of and then prioritize replenishing these equipment."

Tiberus has already started calling for people. Because of his tall stature, the ancient Terminator power armor on his body has been modified. If it is reproduced 1:1, ordinary Space Marines will need to make additional modifications if they want to use it. It is better to just ask someone to bring normal Terminator armor.

Also, although the Sharknado Regiment has a lot of melta weapons, they are all used up as time goes by. The scarcity of incendiary weapons makes it difficult for the Sharknado Regiment to face groups of enemies. This kind of miraculous opportunity is rare, so he has to let the regiment replenish its equipment.

Therefore, Tiberus planned to have the technical sergeants in the regiment dismantle the heavy incendiary jets on the Rhino personnel carriers and copy a batch of them. Although it would be difficult for ordinary Astartes to use the vehicle weapons, it would be no problem to copy a few more sets of Terminator armor.

"Thank you very much, but the Weepers are not as numerous as the Sharknadoes. We..."

Because of their origins, the Weepers were often not welcomed. Feeling the sincerity in Tiberus' words, Malakin felt a surge of emotion in his heart.

"But in order to cope with new changes, we need to expand our military, right?"

Tiberus held down the excited Malakin and changed the subject.

"But there's no need to manufacture ordinary power armor and bolt weapons. Lord Si Ye previously gifted a batch to the Man-Eating Shark. I'll give some to the Weepers. Let's focus our precious manufacturing opportunities on more important weapons."

"...Okay, let's do as you say, Brother Tiberus!"

...

Chapter 343: Subsequent Arrangements of the Battle Group

After a lot of twists and turns, Malakin and Tiberus returned to the conference room, intending to continue their previous conversation.

"Done?"

After closing the mini-game in his hand, Si Ye opened the virtual panel report and confirmed their supply situation with the two chapter leaders.

"Done! Thank you for your support!"

Malakin's face was beaming with joy. It was obvious that the large amount of equipment and supplies entering the battle group made him very happy and excited.

"Is that enough?"

After taking another look at the report, Si Ye gave them another chance to regret.

"That is enough. We can now offer more to the Emperor."

Tiberus couldn't suppress the smile under his helmet. The entire Carcharodon Regiment was armed to the teeth. He dared to guarantee that even the parent group, the Raven Guard, was not as rich as him.

"…There's still 42% of the material left in this storage tank. Are you sure you don't want more?"