Chapter 387: In 816.M41, My Galaxy was Rated as the Worst Place in the Universe Again
"I do not know."
Tu'Shan shook his head, replying frankly: "There are few such examples in the past. Humanity is accustomed to war. Suffering can screen for the strong and strengthen the mind, but can happiness? Even with the promise of those four lords to humanity, it still needs time to verify."
Although the Salamanders followed the teachings of the Lord of Drakes and were unusually gentle to mortals, their internal screening was extremely cruel.
Nocturne was a Death World. Due to intense tidal activity, volcanoes erupted on the surface every moment, creating a climate like a magma hell and giving rise to the terrifying trials within the Salamanders.
Tempering the will through the asceticism of burning by fire, climbing mountains, and hunting a super predator native to Nocturne, the salamander, as the end of the asceticism.
Its difficulty was comparable to the Space Wolves.
They believed that only those who had undergone this series of cruel trials could shoulder the responsibilities bestowed upon them by the Lord of Drakes.
So facing such changes, even Tu'Shan's experience could not give a response.
"Mm."
Yarrick nodded again.
Their conversation was like two ordinary friends.
Rustle~
The Commissar stood up, the badge gifted by his grandfather on his chest lifting a thick stack of papers.
Most of them were combat simulations against Ork forces in various situations. Beside the table were a large number of xenos-related publications newly printed by the Departmento Munitorum.
They detailed the behavioral characteristics of various Ork clans, the detailed process of Ork spores invading and polluting a planet, the weapons mastered by Ork combat units, and a considerable number of actual combat cases.
In addition, there were Eldar xenos, Tyranids, Necrons gradually awakening across the galaxy recently, etc., all with quite detailed records of their social structure, racial characteristics, and combat cases.
These were said to be the latest investigation results of the Inquisition, printed by the Departmento Munitorum and distributed to various Schola Progenium, making Yarrick's master, Lord Commissar Rasp, exclaim that the Imperium had really changed.
The references given by the Departmento Munitorum were actually readable!
Although they recorded and emphasized the dangers of these enemies of the Imperium, they also contained strong confidence.
It was genuinely teaching you to understand these xenos, and then use the weapons given to you by the Imperium to defeat them.
Yarrick organized these reports.
He felt he could almost write a book, but also felt it was purely theoretical.
After all, his combat experience was disastrous compared to the Commissars of the past Imperium.
Rustle~
Locking the documents into the safe, Yarrick glanced at his chronometer.
Break time was over.
Next, apart from routine physical training, he needed to lead his PDF in tactical exercises against Orks.
Fortunately, the soldiers were extremely enthusiastic about this. As a Commissar, he didn't need blind high pressure to restrain these soldiers.
Of course, although sacrifice was not what he expected, Yarrick always hoped to better verify the combat effectiveness of this unit through a war, so he could ensure that this army could protect more people behind them.
Woooo—
A desolate horn sounded suddenly.
Yarrick looked up abruptly, and Tu'Shan stood up immediately.
Crack!
The already overwhelmed bench broke.
"I will compensate."
"...No need, my lord."
Yarrick always thought this lord was too polite, and also very—
Calm?
The young Commissar glanced at the relieved Tu'Shan.
He couldn't see any pursuit or desire for glory in him. The entire Salamanders Chapter was uninterested in going to the Dawnstar Sector to participate in the victory celebration, and less active in participating in war than other Astartes. Instead, they preferred to accept jobs providing technical support to various planets.
They paid particular attention to the living standards of local people and liked to chat with mortals like them when free, not acting like Astartes at all.
Many times he didn't understand what these Astartes called Salamanders were pursuing.
"Is this your assembly horn?"
Tu'Shan seemed to have received some information, his face tightening, and asked immediately.
"Yes, highest level."
Yarrick replied.
He quickly stepped out of the room.
With the sounding of the horn, the central gate, which had been closed, opened. A large number of vehicles were moved out of the warehouse, extending from the gate to both sides of the square.
The regimental commander of his team had completed the assembly of the troops, and he quickly entered his post.
"It seems your test has come."
Tu'Shan didn't know what expression to make, watching the iron flow composed of countless humans and steel converging in an orderly manner, finally advising:
"I don't know if peace will rust the blade, but I ask you to remember that peace. Even in the most difficult moments in the future, remember it. It will give you unprecedented strength, removing weakness, scorning corruption, and finally carrying you through the siege."
"Understood!"
Yarrick nodded seriously.
He would bring this message to every warrior under his command.
"Then, I hope we won't meet on the battlefield, Commissar Yarrick."
Tu'Shan blessed sincerely, then put on his helmet.
He turned and walked away quickly at a speed mortals couldn't follow.
"Farewell, Commissar Yarrick."
"Farewell, my lord."
Thump, thump, thump!
Yarrick adjusted his peaked cap and finally disappeared into the crowd.
"Emergency assembly, attention all units, relevant combat orders have been issued, please proceed to designated areas for garrison."
The army like an iron flow began to gather under command, transported to various parts of the planet along blood vessels made of steel.
With the rumble of gears turning, the Armageddon Steel Legion began to transport soldiers to Armageddon's space transports via orbital elevators.
The Lord Admiral of the Armageddon Sector Defense Fleet looked solemnly at the news sent back from various systems, the picture finally presented on the holographic array after integration by the Astropathic Choir.
On the edge of the Armageddon Sector, a total of 43 planets and more than eighty border outposts detected massive Ork activities within a few weeks.
The scale—
Tracing back history, such a picture had only appeared twice.
"Notify surrounding sectors."
The Lord Admiral quickly ordered the Choir Master of the Astropathic Choir: "Armageddon needs support."
"Report, they can't come."
"What?"
"They need support too!"
[Notice: Publicized by the Maelstrom Zone, from 1st Day, 5th Month, 816.M41, multiple Ork Warlords sighted in the region centered on the Octarius Sector extending to the Fenris Sector. Border outposts suffered massive invasion, scale being tallied.]
[Notice: Publicized by the Maelstrom Zone, from 13th Day, 6th Month, 816.M41, border outposts in the galactic core region detected massive Tyranid Hive Fleet activities. Coverage includes dozens of sectors in the Solar Segmentum, Ultima Segmentum, Tempestus Segmentum, etc.]
[Notice: Publicized by Ultramar, from 5th Month, 816.M41, the Orpheus region on the eastern fringe of the galaxy suffered Necron invasion, scale unprecedented. In the same year, Necron xenos sighting reports in various sectors...]
[Notice: Publicized by the Baal System, from 7th Month, 816.M41, multiple Tyranid Hive Fleets began entering the galaxy from the north of the Ultima Segmentum, specific scale under investigation.]
[Notice: Publicized by the Maelstrom Zone, from 6th Month, 816.M41, violent activity appeared in the Maelstrom rift. Warp tide activity increased sharply over time. Massive Chaos fleet activity signs sighted. Warp navigation severely obstructed, now affecting four Segmentums.]
Thud~
8th Day, 8th Month, 816.M41
Dawnstar Sector, Pioneer-Dawnstar System, Dawnstar
When people were still cheering for mortals and Astartes in the glory of the Third Titled Battle, when they were preparing to welcome the first voyage of the Gloriana, a heavy document carrying countless lives landed on the Regent's desk.
Kicking up dust.
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