Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

tmd! If this power is controlled by the evil god, then what else can Terra do to stop these gangsters?

Guilliman was suddenly sweating profusely, and horrific images flashed through his mind.

Lin Fan listened for a long time and suddenly felt a little strange, "Hiss, then why were these Primaris warriors not discovered when Mars was making such a big fuss before? Where did you hide them, Caul?"

"Uh... they just happened to not be affected anyway." Kaul scratched his head. He didn't have a good reason for this problem.

In the end, Lin Fan decided not to pursue the issue and just watched as Guilliman covered his face and ordered a transport fleet to go to Mars to pick up these Primaris Space Marines.

By the way, Lin Fan also told everyone about the equipment of the Astra Militarum.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about this. All upgrades are already on the schedule. We will only lead the most elite mortal troops into the war." Odemeyer is confident. In any case, Mars is a planet that has been developed for a very long time. The planet has an extremely strong industrial foundation and can achieve terrifying production efficiency with just a little modification.

Lin Fan shook his head. That was not what he wanted to say. "In fact, I hope you can cancel some of the legion's upgrade projects. It is best to operate according to the model of the imperial army and the expeditionary force during the Cadia campaign."

"May I ask why?"

"Well...because of my subject power."

Lin Fan's answer was very vague, but the look in his eyes didn't look like he was joking. So Odemair asked again, "Then the best mortal troops in the empire will be recruited. Their equipment will not be upgraded, only replaced and repaired." Then Odemair made a list. It seemed that she was very I have already browsed through the famous Astral Legion one by one.

Catachan, Krieg, Cadia, Armageddon...

Among the large number of numbers, some were familiar to Lin Fan and some were unfamiliar. If only calculated according to the most standard regiment size of the Ministry of Military Affairs, the list in Lin Fan's hand already involves tens of millions of soldiers.

"In short, keep some of the backward ones." Lin Fan handed back the list, and Odemeyer took his warning to heart and cut off some of the upgrade projects.

After the meeting, Lin Fan went back to look at the valuables. The projections of the Primarchs dispersed one by one, leaving Odemair alone in the throne room. Before she could greet him, the Emperor flashed back to the chair. At this time, the restraint and embarrassment could no longer be seen on his face.

"No." Odemair sent a decree to the Emperor. As long as he read it and stamped it, the armies of the Human Empire would be mobilized in the name of the Emperor and go to a galaxy near the center of the Milky Way. Stationed and waiting.

The emperor read it carefully. He had unconditional trust in Odemeyer's work ability, but the process must be followed, and official duties must not be desecrated because of selfishness.

Subsequently, a decree was sent from Terra. All trained and vetted psykers feel this command and read the Emperor's decree to other loyal subjects.

Time continues to pass, getting closer and closer to the 50-year deadline set by Tzeentch. The seemingly blurry and unreal center of the Milky Way gradually lost its camouflage veil, and the colorful colors inside could be seen.

Perturabo and Dorn named the few remaining planets in the unnamed galaxy near the center of the galaxy as Base One and Base Two. While they were busy transforming the empire, they also devoted their energy to building bases.

After Dorn dealt with the ruins of Terra, he immediately came with the Imperial Fists. At this time, Perturabo and the Iron Warriors had been building for some time. Dorn did not put forward any opinions on Perturabo's construction as soon as he landed. He did not want to waste time arguing with Perturabo.

On Cadia, Commissar Yarrick, who was respectfully called Old One-Eyed by the orcs, and Commissar Kane, who was known as the Expeditionary Force, drank and chatted together. After a hard day's construction, the warmth of being able to pour a sip of strong wine into your stomach is really intoxicating.

As for Commissar Kane's adjutant Jurgen, he was driven outside to drink at a bonfire. The smell on him was so outrageous that almost no one except Kane could stand it.

Yarrick took off his big power claw that even the orcs would marvel at, and poured wine with only one hand.

After a few glasses of wine mixed with the cold dishes on the table, neither of them meant to speak, tacitly enjoying the hard-won tranquility.

The sound of footsteps was heard outside the quick-built shack. Kane's ears moved and he knew the identity of the visitor. The door opened, and Erica the cat, wearing a vintage Krieger coat, came in. She skillfully pulled out a bottle of wine from the box on the floor, and took two swigs of wine from the mouth of the bottle.

"what!"

Erica marveled at the mellow aroma of this wine, which was brewed from the magical plants produced in the dining hall. Even the fine products provided by the Garden World for nobles were not as good as this wine.

"Hi, Erica." Kane raised his glass and said hello, "How are things going there?"

"So-so." Erica was a little distressed. As a Krieg, Erica's richness in expressions was outstanding. "We have been in contact with other surviving Krieg legions on Cadia. Although there is nothing Conflict, but they still have a lot of problems with what we are now.”

"This is normal. We have never seen your equipment before. It is the tradition of the Imperial Army to be suspicious and hostile towards strangers." Yarick said, his hoarse voice became much lighter after being soaked with wine.

The three of them sat together and drank for a while, when footsteps came from outside the door again. It seemed heavier than Erica, "Sister Selina is here." Commissar Kane continued to use his good ears to identify the visitor.

"Sorry, I'm late." Sister Selina apologized to everyone as soon as she came in. She was wearing a pair of white power armor integrated with medical equipment. "There was a collapse somewhere, and many people were buried. I finished harvesting The blood bottle just came here.”

"It's okay Serena, everyone knows your contribution."

All four corners of the table were filled, and everyone was chatting while drinking. The topic naturally developed into: What will everyone do when the war is over?

This question confused Yarick. He had already retired once and enjoyed people's heroic respect for him. But he couldn't bear it and felt that his life could only be rejuvenated on the battlefield.

"Continue to hunt orcs for the Emperor, it's that simple."

"What if the orcs are also wiped out?"

"Maybe I'll be dead by then."

"I think that day will come soon. Think about the past, we were still fighting fiercely against the Tau Empire's legions in the Gulf of Damocles, but now we have witnessed the destruction of the Black Legion and the return of the Emperor."