Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 306 A waste of natural resources! !
Dalchana - this is what the people who fell on this planet due to wandering four hundred and seventy years ago called their home, this dark, barren planet that is always covered with sandstorms of molten obsidian debris.

The colonial fleet of this lost frontier world at the edge of the Galaxy once included a major Ecclesiastical pilgrim ship, the Solace Currency, expedition ships converted from decommissioned naval vessels, and several fat civilian merchant ships packed with immigrants.

It is undoubtedly extremely lucky for everyone to be able to survive the trek caused by the subspace storm and be spit back into the real universe alive.

But the first-generation colonists who had spent all their luck returning to reality discovered that the planet they arrived on was probably not the agricultural planet Dalchana that the Imperial Ministry of Interior had promised to allocate to them - but this was not very important. , for that is what they call it now, their home, Dalchana.

Since they were originally asked to colonize a planet that was to become an agricultural world, the first-generation colonists carried a large amount of additional hydroponic farms and crop seeds on their ships, which allowed them to survive the first bad weather after the crash. In winter - hydroponic equipment can not only be used to save seedlings of some crops that are not easy to use seeds, but is also equipped with agricultural tools, fertilizers and corresponding equipment for initial reclamation - but there are no more or larger machines. Because they arrived on the wrong planet, subsequent items could never be delivered to the people they were supposed to deliver to.

Sometimes, when the nominal ruler of this settlement, which is made up of a few rough cement concrete, rock blocks and old starship and weapon outer armor plates, is put together like a super large abandoned shack area, When Jirus Urumal, who was styled the Regent, looked out over the entire bleak and dilapidated settlement through the observation tower of the Solace Currency, which served as his residence and office, he sometimes I will also think about it.

Will this be the first gray winter they have to spend here? How many more bad winters can they survive here?

Some things must be shouldered by the Grand Regent alone, and some things must be kept secret and must not be told to the people on this planet who are trying to survive.

——For example, a few years ago, the distress signal and resource support request that had been broadcast non-stop for four centuries and seventy years in the direction they came from finally received the only reply from the depths of the galaxy, full of noise and interference. Communication, only Throne knows how it managed to cross the galaxy and reach such a fringe place as Dalchana.

Its content cannot be said to be simple and crude, it can only be said to be a straightforward hint in elegant words: "Remember, the sacred emperor is all-knowing and all-seeing. Remember, you will be protected even in the dark. Remember, keep it." Be strong, endure the trials, and may you prosper.”

——Your request has been received. You just need to stay there, live honestly, and die honestly. You are not worthy of our special efforts to rescue and drop supplies, and then everyone will forget about you. .

An indescribable bitterness surged from the bottom of his heart to the back of Regent Gallus' tongue.

If it had not been their colonial fleet bound for the agricultural world, Gallus doubted that most people would not have survived the first winter here - gray winter was named after the low temperature and deadly sandstorms , in the season of gray winter, unless necessary, everyone except those wandering predators can only huddle in collective shelters, relying on a little rationed food and recycled water, as well as mutual heating and collective supplies A handful of heat sources to get through the entire season.

This planet is barren to an extremely terrifying level, and is a veritable world of death.

indeed.

Even those looters who were driven out of the settlements only dared to rush into the settlements and snatch some things at the beginning of Gray Winter. The wind above this dead planet would teach any civil aircraft that dared to try to conquer it how to be a human being in the next life, and Gray Winter In winter, these inconspicuous but flesh-eviscerating air vortices will bring low temperatures closer to the surface, freeze and literally kill anyone who dares to stay outdoors - they don't have enough shell protection. Protect everyone, because there's not even a decent metal resource mined on this damn planet.

There is no fresh water, no iron or other mineral deposits, no life, just eternal obsidian deserts and mountains, and everlasting sandstorms and strong winds.

Even if a Mechanicus expedition ship was lucky enough to pass by here, it would only stay and chat for a few words and then leave quickly because the place was worthless and supply transactions could not be carried out. The last time the Gallus Regency was even luckier. Or unfortunately, when he contacted a Space Marine Lord who patrolled here, the other party first expressed sympathy for the suffering of the people here, but told Gallus three things: 1. This place is now under the protection of the Origin Chapter. 2. He had no room on his ship to carry more mortals; 3. His patience was limited, and he believed that if Dalchana had its own psykers and astropaths, then astrological communication should be attempted first. Thinking of the number of psychic newborns on Dalchana and the creatures who were sent to the temple, who only worshiped the sun and ancestors, always spoke incomprehensible words, it was hard to say whether they were astropaths, I deeply wrinkled. Appearing on the brow of Regent Gallus: Just like the previous five generations of Grand Regents, strictly extending mercy to certain psykers and the newborn Emperor who has no human form is also one of the orders he must give, if there is no strict justice distribution, discipline, self-discipline and obedience, then it would be impossible for everyone here to survive until now.

And this time.

Is the promise that it will come to the ground again a hope or another desperate blow?
Regent Gallus sat in his private room, bedroom, office and living room, with wine from four hundred and seventy years ago in front of him, waiting for the final judgment.

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"So this is your original so-called 'development' plan for this planet?! Huh?! Talos! How did you have the nerve to write such a damn thing and show it to me?!" followed by a crisp " With a snap, a stack of densely written parchment was thrown onto Talos' breastplate, and the latter carefully picked up the document full of shame but confusion.

"My Lord," Talos said, "Through your teachings and the success of the Cursed Echo, it is clear that our navigator Octavia can take on this responsibility - to convey the screams of the painful souls of twenty million people to On hundreds and hundreds of worlds up to Terra, declare your return to the wights and followers of lies, and scatter the ashes of their corpses here and over every world our warships reach. , is the best way to ridicule the puppet emperor’s lackeys who came after hearing the news——”

"A waste of natural resources!!!" Lamizane put a finger on his temple, which started to throb, "These people have been trying to survive and reproduce on this planet where no grass grows for more than four hundred years, and they can even survive. A basically functioning society and a precious people who are willing to endure hardships, you deserve it! These ten thousand years old men are so poor that they still rely on cheating to get supplies! !

(*Hey! These are not your descendants! Why are you angry at them? The soul hunter’s suggestions are not without merit...)
"Shut up! Isn't this all your responsibility?! You understand very well, don't you? Then you will do it?!"

(*...(humming and chirping sounds that immediately died down))
"(Gutela swears), I knew..."

Lamizane turned to Talos who was at a loss and said, "Go and find Macharion, I want to talk to him, and at the same time notify the regent of Temple City that I will visit him in three standard hours. "

"The night protects you, my lord, as you wish."

"Oh, right." Lamizane called to Talos as if he remembered something.

"Go tell the people who are assigned to go down to the ground to remember to restrain those creative tongues provided by Savita Leon. I know it is very smooth, but at least don't cause me any extra trouble now!"

"At your command, my lord, long live the Lord of the Night!"

(End of this chapter)