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Chapter 1002 356. Interlude: Meeting (Part 2, 3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 1002 356. Interlude: Meeting (Part 2, 3k)

Ten minutes later, everyone finally arrived.

Horus was the most apologetic among them, but he actually had no need to feel sorry at all. They all came on time - the reason why it seemed late was because there were always some people who arrived early.

Rest is a luxury that some in this room would rather ditch altogether. Others use their breaks to work.

Take Horus, for example, or Magnus, who walks in vain. Excessive use of spiritual energy makes him look extremely weak, and sometimes he even needs help. As long as he stops for a day, his body and the help of the center can make him return to normal. It's a pity.

The thing is, he won't stop.

This is not due to the enthusiasm of researchers, but something else.

"Rebuild the Legion." Horus pondered for a moment and fell into thinking.

"It is to restore the legion organization." Dorn corrected. "This is very reasonable and worthy of promotion. We are short of time, that is true, but what if they really will arrive later?"

"So, how to solve the problem of conscripting planets?" Chagatai asked in a sharp tone. "The empire does not have so many suitable sources of troops now. Even if there are, under the most ideal situation, it will take us a long time to do so.

Overall planning."

"I have made very detailed planning on this matter."

Donne stood up, pulled out the thickest copy from the pile of documents, held it in his hand, and began to read out his plan in the oldest and most rigorous way.

"The problem of troop sources is actually very easy to solve. Thanks to the array network that has been built, we have been able to send messages between galaxies in a very convenient way. And the existence of the black tower allows us to use some short-distance interstellar

Delivery, which means that the delivery of messages will no longer take a year or even years as it did before."

"As well as the military planning I have been doing, I will send this part of the plan to your personal terminal in the afternoon. Then you will be able to find that there are good recruitment planets near the garrison range of each legion."

"As for the training issue, the simulation cabin can solve most problems, and even actual combat experience can be solved together. The same is true for weapons and equipment. The rapid construction module of Wen Zhen can field new recruits at an extremely fast speed."

"If there are still people who feel that the speed is not enough, we can even win over some people from the Adeptus Mechanicus and ask them to help us with the promise of new technologies. Considering their lack of support during the Second Defense of Terra, this

Everything has to be done sooner or later."

"Moreover, such a bloated academic power must be curbed. Monopolizing knowledge is more terrifying than monopolizing the economy, not to mention that what they master is not just knowledge. I do not refute that there are many loyal and capable members of the Mechanicus.

There are existences, such as Belisarius Cawl, but it cannot be denied that the vast majority of members of the Adeptus Mechanicus think why don't you speak?"

Robert Guilliman looked left and right, and he realized that no one wanted to be the one to interrupt Rogal Dorn's enthusiasm, so he had to bite the bullet and speak: "Because you keep talking, Rogal."

"Sorry about my question." Dorn pursed his lips. "I have some too optimistic assumptions about the future. In short, for now, this is my plan. Do you have anything to add? Any suggestions?

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"The first question is how to publicize this?"

Horus looked worried: "We have done a lot in the past. Some of us have done a lot of very - I mean, well, we have betrayed."

He spread his hands in frustration: "So, if you want to rebuild the legion, how should you solve the issue of numbers? Furthermore, what about us?"

"If this is really done, how should the existence of the original body be explained? Those of us who have been betrayed and presumed dead have returned again? I am afraid that the general public is not ready to accept such a thing. This is tantamount to

Telling them there will be no punishment for doing wrong is in some ways as serious as encouraging crime."

"Maybe it can be obscured to a certain extent." Jaghatai made a new suggestion noncommittally. "We can completely brush this matter away - now is not the time to deal with propaganda issues, Horus."

"But this problem must be solved, right?" the Wolf Shepherd said seriously.

"Indeed." Fulgrim nodded. "Inconsistency in words and deeds will cause very serious problems. It is quite ridiculous for us dead betrayers to return to the empire."

His expression when he spoke was quite complicated.

"And the general public cannot know what happened to us, so they cannot view us objectively. In the propaganda of the empire, we have always been the sinners. We really are, and that is the problem itself. We cannot ignore this part."

"Well, I don't have to participate."

Mortarion played with his short knife, leaned on the chair and spoke slowly. After noticing everyone's gaze, he pulled the bandage on his face, and his voice became a little deeper.

"I don't need to rebuild the Legion. Not to mention the problems raised by Fulgrim, I don't think I have the ability to do it now."

"I - don't participate either." Magnus gasped as he spoke.

"I will not participate either," Perturabo said coldly.

"You've already said it once." Dawn frowned and looked at him.

"Then I will say it again, and I will say it until you remember it, Rogal Dorn."

"I've already remembered it."

"I'm not participating!"

"I said I remembered, Perturabo."

"." Perturabo took a deep breath, and then repeated, "I will not participate."

Someone laughed lowly, but it was not Conrad Coates. Alpharius spread his hands with a smile: "I won't participate either - as for the reason, you know."

"Okay, now back to the problem itself - we have to confirm how many legions will restore the past organization. Then, we have to optimize the efficiency of interstellar teleportation, including the transmission of messages."

Robert Guilliman took over Dorn's words. He now looked further and even seemed to be prepared for a rainy day.

"If the defense network we envisage really takes shape, it means that we can quickly respond to any possible attacks - considering their nature after integration, we must maintain an attitude of supporting the surrounding star areas at any time."

"Communication technology should be fairly easy to improve."

Angron replied calmly: "I have checked the technology list of the hub. It is fully capable of improving our existing technology. It just needs some time and some additional running arrays. However, research technology represents a part of the weapons and equipment.

Production has to be temporarily stopped and these two things can't run at the same time, so we have to get the rapid construction module out quickly."

He raised his head: "Center?"

"The development of technology takes time, Angron, I can't realize it for you out of thin air. In the captain's original vision, the pattern network was not used for long-distance communication. He originally wanted to use magic to build this kind of network

, so there is no acquisition of technology in this area at all.”

"It will take me some time to calculate, but if you want to use magic to achieve it, I can directly provide you with a large amount of information and experimental records. The captain left many precious experimental reports."

Magnus's remaining eyes lit up, and Robert Guilliman spoke before him: "Send it to me. Magnus, you have a day off today, and we will start research tomorrow."

"Okay" The Crimson King nodded repeatedly.

"Thank you very much," the hub said. "My precious computing power should be used in other ways, such as deducing the riddles left by the captain."

The blue light went out. The Primarchs looked at each other, and Sanguinius frowned and asked, "Did it just mock the captain?"

"That does sound ironic." Conrad Coates nodded. "Absolutely - I have to give it a high score. I'm starting to like it better now."

"You said that to a hateful intelligence?"

Corax glanced at him, and the Night Lord shrugged unsurprisingly and smiled in return.

"Strictly speaking, if the center of the circle is defined as hating intelligence, then all of us can be defined as traitors who assist it in its rebellion. According to your logic, we may need to be shot immediately."

"Just shooting you is enough." Corax sighed. "Sometimes I really wish you were still crazy."

Vulkan asked uncertainly: "Is this a joke? Or do you really mean it, Corax?"

The Lord of Crows' face twitched: "Of course this is a joke!"

A big laugh suddenly appeared on the dark face of the Fire Dragon Lord: "I know! I'm joking too!"

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Corax covered his forehead, and for a moment, there was only a happy atmosphere. Of course, this had nothing to do with one person.

Leman Russ sat melancholy in his seat without saying a word, his hands clasped together. The former barbarian pretense disappeared, leaving only a man worried about the future.

The happier his brothers appear at the moment, the sadder he becomes. If fate really goes as planned, they will all die one after another, and he will live - and he will live with endless sorrow after ending everything.

Go down.

Pain is a kind of long-term torture. Leman Russ understood this sentence deeply at this time.

"Ruth?" Someone patted him worriedly. "Are you okay?"

The Fenrisian turned his head, and his dull eyes reflected the worried face of Sanguinius: ".I think I'm okay. Alas, I really want to tell you that I'm okay, Sanguinius, but I

no."

"Then try to cheer up."

A voice sounded at the sliding door, and a giant with white hair and beard stood there, staring seriously at everyone around the long table.

One more chapter. How many have I written today?

(End of chapter)