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

"Political Commissar! Political Commissar! There is news from the Astropath. They have contacted the Empire!"

"Great, pick up the Astropath's communication for me!" Political Commissar Yarick beamed with joy. This was the only good news he could hear these days.

The large screen showed a thin woman with her eyes covered and her hair cleanly shaved, wearing a black robe with wax seals emblazoned with the Emperor's holy words and runes of purity.

Astropath

These Astropaths are the psykers responsible for all hyperspace communications in the Imperium. Their communication psionic abilities allow every corner of the Imperium to be connected. They direct their thoughts deep into the Warp and use the space and space of the Warp to communicate with each other. The anarchy of time connects with colleagues elsewhere in the galaxy.

Decades of special training and soul-binding rituals have made their will stronger and able to withstand the horrors of the subspace without going insane or being possessed by demons.

But astropaths still have their shortcomings. The messages sent from the distant stars are more like uneasy dreams and hallucinations to the recipients.

Sometimes the astropath can see a complete scene, and sometimes all he sees is a vague combination of smoke, blood, and symbols with unknown meanings.

So they need a lot of time to analyze and decipher, so that the information obtained will not be seriously misinterpreted.

Another problem is that relative to the size of the empire, the number of astropaths is too small to meet the needs of each planet.

Some worlds will not even have any astropaths appear until they are destroyed, and they can only rely on the simplest interstellar navigation to complete the exchange of information.

Terra was unable to respond promptly to these worlds, so on the fringes of the Empire or on planets that were not important enough, the Empire was a very distant concept.

"For the Emperor, hello, Ms. Andor, is there any news from the Empire?"

"For the Emperor." Astropath Ando made an aquila salute, "The Empire's support fleet has arrived in the Armageddon system, and they have temporarily driven away the greenskin fleets. They will drop a The corps is used to support the battle in the Hades Hive."

"That's great."

"But they need us to clear a landing area in Hades and eliminate any possible orc anti-aircraft artillery."

"Why not just use naval guns to bomb? Aren't they already there?" Ryder touched his head. He was from the bottom of the hive city and could not understand that the fleet did not provide support.

"Adjutant Ryder, the ships of the Empire are the precious property of the Emperor." Alex paused. He was thinking about how to better explain the importance of the Imperial fleet to Ryder. "Those ships that cruise in the void The sacred creations consumed a large amount of materials from the empire and took hundreds of years to build."

"Not only that, in order to meet the requirements of the interstellar war, the firepower of each of the artillery on those ships is astonishingly large. Those huge macro-cannons came from the sky and fell to the surface. The friction between their shells and the air was enough to Set the sky on fire."

"And those shells are powerful enough to hit directly from the upper level of Hades's nest to the pipeline area below. This is an industrial planet, and any large-scale bombing will damage the empire's industrial property. Although those greenskins are rough with their hands and feet, Yes, but it is still gentler than naval gun bombing."

"Although smaller ships can indeed ensure the effectiveness of bombing, the range of their naval guns must allow them to get closer to the planet."

"Since ancient times, those who run on the ground cannot defeat those who fly in the sky, and those who fly in the sky cannot defeat those buried in the earth. Those green-skinned beasts can easily build a lot of anti-air firepower facilities buried under the surface of the earth. And our ships need to lock in position and bombard continuously."

"This waste of time and money is staggering, and once those anti-air artillery can shoot out of the atmosphere, we will lose precious ships, and the gain outweighs the loss."

"So, compared to those ships, we soldiers are cheaper and more durable..." Ryder felt a little disappointed after listening to Commissar Yarick's explanation, "It's like a gang, people are not as good as a handful. Guns are worth money.”

"It's the same now..." Alex looked at Ryder, "This is the empire, this is the empire's army. There is no room for weakness in a cruel war, everything is a necessary evil."

Ryder couldn't accept it. He took out a small cloth bag that looked very clean from his pocket, and took out a few clean and tidy pieces of paper from it.

"I thought everything written on it was true..." Ryder looked at the pieces of paper and walked out in confusion.

"Is it something from the Ministry of Military Affairs..." Political Commissar Yarick looked at Ryder's back and nodded to another soldier, asking him to look at Ryder, "What a young boy, Ms. Ando, ​​I'm sorry. , let’s continue the topic just now.”

"He will understand the difficulties of the empire and what the cornerstone of the empire's existence is."

"Perhaps one day, our sacrifices will build an empire that no longer requires sacrifices..."

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The fortress was lost and everyone died.

Dover, the soldier stationed at the Cross Street Fortress, and his commander, the veteran temporary sergeant, were cautiously advancing among the ruins of the hive.

This ruins has become a dead place without any life. No one comes, and no orcs will look for rags in these piles of stones. Only the poor and thin orcs will come here to try their luck.

Dover felt that this was the Emperor's blessing for them. He had not seen any signs of the orcs for several days, and he had been following the silent sergeant to explore the ruins.

They are looking for the last fortress that still has communication links on the communicator.

Dover felt that he could no longer stand upright. The long-term war life had made him develop the habit of walking with his body pressed down subconsciously.

He felt that that vigilant look of tiptoeing and looking around would stay with him throughout his life.

The veteran raised his fist, signaling Dover to stop and pay attention to the enemy ahead.

This guy never knew his name, and he never told anyone what his name was.

There was some loneliness and silence in that fortress, and they would only shout passionately during battles. Now that they had survived from the ruins of the fortress, the veterans became even more reticent.

But it's also a good thing. The lower the voice, the higher the possibility of survival. Ensuring communication in sign language can also help them save more precious water sources.

The two lowered their bodies and lay on the ruins. Dover took out a refracting telescope with a telescopic tube and stretched out the eyepiece to observe the situation.

The two orcs were working hard to use the wrenches and axes in their hands to dismantle an armor plate mixed with the cement layer.