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

Howins Star is still the same Star . The massacre caused by the Skinners is mostly concentrated in the super prison with closed information, but it does not cause much harm to the factory area.

This planet is inherently barbaric and cruel. Although the absence of Lanke, a big factory owner, has left a power vacuum for a while, other factory owners on the planet have been coveting this position for a long time.

After showing Perturabo a reconstruction plan, the Lord of Steel picked out capable people from the greedy factory owners to take Ranko's place.

Life remains the same. Factory owners are still factory owners, the Guards are still Guards, dirty workers are still dirty workers.

As for the situation in the super prison, they don't care. I can't even guarantee my food and clothing today, and I don't have the energy to show extravagant mercy to strangers.

High-pressure steam is spit out, and the flute makes a loud and obvious sound. The entire planet's mining areas and factories resumed operation, and smoke and dust once again filled the air, covering the planet's sky.

In Lanco's originally luxurious office, Perturabo was standing at the window. From this position, he could see the operation of the entire factory. Although the factory facilities in front of him were so crude, even the ones he built in Olympia and the Eye of Terror The base is not as good as one ten thousandth.

But being able to see the endless operation of the mechanical behemoth, seeing the sparks rising in the furnace, and the majestic industrial beauty really made Perturabo feel a lot better.

There was also a fat man standing in the office. Compared to Ranko's lean and lean body, this man's obesity disgusted Perturabo.

The accumulated fat and the man's small eyes gave him the illusion of being honest and solid. But in Perturabo's eyes, this obesity only reminded him of the weakness of the body.

A bullet could pierce his skin and burst out of his back, releasing a large lump of half-cooked greasy fat.

This scene was clearly conceived by Perturabo, who stuck out his tongue in disgust. He turned around and glanced at the fat man in disgust.

The fat man was frightened by Perturabo's eyes. Sweat appeared on his forehead. He tremblingly took out the handkerchief from his chest and wiped it, fearing that the sweat would drip on the floor.

"Okay, let's follow this book. The indicators and everything are already set for you."

A thick book hit the fat man's belly, making him groan. Not daring to rub his sore belly, the fat man hurriedly opened the book to read.

Production indicators...factory planning...new equipment blueprints...

This book is simply a treasure trove. Any factory owner with a brain will go crazy for the knowledge in this book!

The fat man became more and more excited until he saw the words "worker treatment".

He quickly calculated how many percentage points his profits would fall by giving workers profits and improving their living standards, and how much his family's property would shrink.

He raised his head from the book and looked at Perturabo's thick back. Swallowing nervously, he knew that many people had entered this office before him, but few came out unscathed.

Those families were quickly struck down in recent times and then annexed by a new steel group. Maybe he did this?

Those factory owners always thought that the Space Marines were not involved in production management, but Fatty didn't think so.

Their family's ability to survive on Hovins for so long was all due to the principle of being cautious in words and deeds, thinking more and asking less.

That steel group may really be his industry... But will supermen like them who are fighting among the stars really pay attention to the calculations of people like them?

The fat man shuddered. He realized that he had been staring at him rudely for too long. He immediately put on a serious expression, full of military rigidity.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Perturabo's haughty back turned around again, this time there was less contempt in his eyes, more surprise and approval.

He likes this kind of discerning person, "Reduce your belly, or I will cut it off for you."

"Yes!"

Perturabo walked away and waited for the door to close before the fat man relaxed. He rubbed his belly and lamented that he would suffer a lot in the days to come.

"How are the mortals who were recruited?" As soon as Perturabo went out, Bashar and Hope greeted him.

Bashar answered Perturabo's question first. He put a hand on his chest to show respect, "We have selected ten thousand strong men. Chapter Commander Hope has completed mental training. They should be able to undergo surgery." ”

Coming to a square, strong men stood in two square formations in units of . Behind them are transport planes belonging to the Sharks and the Lamenters.

After these people all boarded the battleship, Perturabo summoned the Apothecary of the Shark and Hope in the operating room of the ship.

There was an anesthetized person on the operating table, and in Perturabo's hands was a precious gene seed.

But it's nothing precious to him. He can make a lot of them in the cultivation warehouse by drawing some blood. It just takes time to develop.

Thanks to Lin Fan's injection, he could recover after drawing bucket after bucket of blood. Otherwise, Perturabo would have to rest for a while to replenish the blood essence in his body.

"Watch carefully and study hard." Perturabo said to the shark pharmacist, then took out a heavy jar from behind and handed it to the pharmacist.

The jar is full of gene seeds that Perturabo cultivated using his own genetic sequence. A rough count of the number is in the hundreds.

"After I finish learning, I will implant all of these. The success rate will be limited to 50%. If you dare to fall even a little, I will stuff you into the fearless body."

The pharmacist nodded numbly, thinking that the gene seeds in the shark's flagship might not be as much as those in his hand.

"If all are implanted, the organization of our battle group will seriously exceed the requirements of the Holy Code..."

"Holy Codex? Haha!" Perturabo laughed a few times. He had already read the Codex Astartes written by Guilliman, and nothing could stop him. "Organize these recruits into pharmacists. Whenever someone asks you, just say he is your apprentice."

"Ah...this..."

"Does the Holy Scripture say that there is a limit to the number of pharmacists in a Chapter?"

"This doesn't..."

"That's it, I'm just a pharmacist and I'm too busy. Is there any problem with hiring some apprentices? I said the guy with the chain sword is an orthopedic student, and I said the guy with the bolt gun is an anesthesia student. ? No problem, the secret of using it is to concentrate on it and study hard."

During the Horus Heresy, Alpharius (Omega) stabbed Rogal Dorn, and was then killed by Dorn.