Stars for the good Warhammer.

Chapter 297 Ms. Yuton
At the same time that business negotiation was still going on.

At the same time, on the other side of the Great Rift, in a private office full of classical design style, looking at the thick stack of sector documents and battle reports from various sectors piled on the solid wooden desk, Robert Guilliman, the Primarch, could not help but frowned. As the Regent of the Empire, he had not had an easy time recently.

Several days and months have passed since the Plague War launched by his rebellious brother Mortarion and the Nurgle demons. The plague virus originating from the Warp is continuing to spread among the planets in the Ultramar sector at an alarming rate. Among them, the powerful Iron Plague can even turn the Empire's sacred war machines and the fortress's solid steel walls into piles of cystic flesh that spread the virus.

During the entire process, the Death Guard led by Mortarion rarely showed up. Perhaps they hoped to use the carefully planned plague to gradually undermine the morale of the Imperial defenders. Although the mortal soldiers of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army were brave enough, facing an invisible enemy such as the virus, the morale of each war zone was inevitably shaken.

bad news.
Another bad news
As Guilliman continued to read today's battle report as calmly as possible and learned what new tricks the Terran senators had come up with, after a moment the Primarch threw the data tablet in his hand weakly on the table and muttered to himself in a bleak tone.

"I hate Fulgrim."

Hearing this, the honor guard in charge of looking after the Primarch responded with concern.

"Because he defeated you?"

"Because he couldn't really kill me."

The guard did not comment too much on this answer, as he knew it was just another weak complaint.

Just then, a company commander stepped into the Primarch's office.

"Father, we have received the latest news from Ms. Chamuel."

After saying this, the guards at the side noticed that when the Primarch heard the name, a hint of hesitation flashed across his weak eyes, like a child who had done something wrong and was about to face the punishment of his angry old mother.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Guilliman finally allowed the other party to come in, and then took a holographic tablet with a large amount of data from the visitor with a numb face.

"According to Ms. Chamuel, the maintenance work on the Macragge's Glory has been completed by 80%. It is expected to be able to return to the battlefield in another week. The key hyperspace engine can be used normally. The Great Sage Cawl and the Forging General of Mars participated in the initial test."

"A more detailed report and some recent actions of the alliance have been recorded here. Please take a look."

Chamuel, in Guilliman's opinion, was the strangest woman he had ever met. She was wise and rational, and also very good at identifying problems and proposing corresponding solutions. During the few days of contact with her, the two sides exchanged many views on the issues of the Empire and the Alliance.

Honestly speaking, the other party possessed the same temperament as that archangel in many aspects, but compared to the tactfulness of Sanguinius, Chamuel's character was unexpectedly strong, and he would often use words to poke at the Primarch's soft spot intentionally or unintentionally. That was why Guilliman would always be as careful as possible every time he communicated with the other party.

As time went by and the cooperation between the two sides deepened, more and more complaints from the special envoy Chamuel were always delivered to the imperial regent along with the reports.
For example, now, when looking at the title of the first report, the expression on Guilliman's face was extremely wonderful.

[The layout of the most important main control system circuits inside Macragge's Glory is like someone stuffed 10,000 mice in there, tied a wire to each of them, and let them run wherever they want. How did you make it move? ]

[The brains of those Mechanicus assistants are like an overweight hamster. Their mental state can only be stable when they move. According to my observation, the hamster is dead most of the time, so please send some normal people to complete the handover next time. ] [Our people have not been able to figure out how many departments your government has? What are their respective responsibilities? Please write a detailed explanation or I will not be able to carry out my work. ]

【Retire, stop working. 】

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Looking over the resentful contents on the data slate, Guilliman was feeling extremely heavy at this moment.

"Not long ago, the wandering trader named Abelard arrived in Haven successfully. He will collect as much intelligence about the alliance as possible according to your orders."

It is obviously not an easy thing to become a neighbor of a behemoth that far surpasses the Empire in both technology and military strength.

Hearing this, Guilliman just nodded silently. The reason why he was nervous about this was because he had accidentally heard such an incredible rumor not long ago.

It is said that such a terrifying star-class battleship once appeared on the battlefield of the Alert System, and it annihilated the entire Black Fleet with just one blow. If a conflict breaks out between the two sides in the future, Guilliman cannot imagine how the Empire should fight against such a monster.

"According to the reports of the Ecclesiarchy's agents, the Alliance seems to be currently constructing an unprecedented giant facility."

As he spoke, the other party transmitted a holographic image taken in space into the original body's personal terminal.

The picture shows a building with a complex and intricate steel structure hanging near the orbit of a star. The huge gravity stabilizer in the center is enough to show that this is a space building anchored in space.

Countless engineering ships and the Mechanicus's forge arks are moored near the base of the target building. According to calculations, just one unfinished protrusion has already exceeded the diameter of the moon. Considering that the Alliance has repeatedly asked the Empire for resources and even some blatant plundering in recent times, could it be that all this is just for this thing?
"In addition, the Rogue Trader claimed that during his contact with Grey Wind, the other party mentioned that the Alliance recently received a special guest from a [friend], and the other party wanted to use this as a bargaining chip for this transaction."

"A special guest? Who is it?"

When he said this, the company commander hesitated for a moment, looked up at the portrait of the old woman hanging in the original body's office, and then said this name in a slightly hesitant tone.

"Ms. Euton."

"The other party claimed that the guest was called Ms. Yuton."

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The moment I heard this name.

The Primarch, who had a gloomy face, suddenly stood up from his desk.

"Who?"

(End of this chapter)