Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

Noah withdrew his gaze and stepped forward to walk parallel to Huron.

Huron introduced as he walked:

"In front of us is the Essex Manufacturing Plant. Amanius Vartex, the master of the Astral Claws' forge, is temporarily in charge of the operation of the forge world. There are 1,500 Astral Claws' Space Marines guarding here, and the Lamenters and Mantis Warriors have also sent 500 people each.

"In addition, there are 10 Tyrant Legions, totaling million people. This is the mortal army I formed on Badab. Its strength is not inferior to that of the Astra Militarum. They will be responsible for the defense of this world together with our three chapters.

"In addition, there are now 2 million servitors on this planet, and most of the work is done by them. But compared with the entire Forge World, this amount of manpower is still not enough. Although we have found a servitor manufacturing factory on this planet, which has a complete set of production lines from biological cultivation technology to servitor manufacturing, but..."

Huron paused and said helplessly: "Armanius won't."

Coming out from the manufacturing plant, the Space Marine with a mechanical arm on his power armor fell silent. Could he really be sorry?

He is a technical sergeant, and his main job is to repair the equipment of the regiment.

He is good at hammering and banging, but can he manage an entire forging world?

He really wants to say that he can do it, but he really doesn't have the ability to manage the Forge World!

Although he did study on Mars for 30 years, during which time he was immersed in activation rituals and maintenance poems, learning how to awaken or appease machine spirits and all other necessary knowledge.

But the problem is that the Mechanicus are also secretive, and they cannot teach everything to the technical sergeants without reservation.

Besides, his job was to repair equipment, and it was impossible for the Mechanicus to teach him how to make the factory run for no reason.

The Mechanicus will not fully accept them, for they are outsiders after all.

They were also ostracized by their battle-brothers because they had spent thirty years on Mars instead of in the Chapter.

Even if they return to the regiment, they will be arranged in the foundry of the regiment because of their special advantages, lacking the opportunity to contact with other combat brothers. Therefore, almost all the technical sergeants of the regiment can only huddle together for warmth, no, it should be more appropriate to say that they lick each other's wounds.

Otherwise, how can it be said that the technical sergeant uncle doesn't love him and the grandmother doesn't care about him?

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the silent technical sergeant's eyes became somewhat resentful.

Huron coughed dryly and quickly changed the subject:

"Let me introduce you. This is Amanius, the Forge Master of the Chapter. It was he who led the Astral Claws and the technical sergeants of other chapters to maintain the production of the Forge World for decades.

"This is the Rogue Trader Noah von Valancius, and the Great Sage Nono."

"Lord Noah."

Amanius nodded slightly to Noah, then turned his gaze to Nono, inevitably feeling a little excited.

Great sage!

A living sage!

Here he comes, someone is finally here to take over his job!

It’s not easy. Do you know how he has been living all these years?

He wants to run away with the bucket every day!

Nuonuo didn't waste any time, she asked:

"Where is the Thinker Array?"

"follow me."

Without further ado, Amanius hurriedly took a few people to the factory's array of thinkers.

Pointing to the huge Thinker screen, Amanius began to explain:

"Our biggest problem now is that the machine spirits don't trust us. Since the Star Claws had some violent actions when they arrived, the machine spirits of this world have been resisting me. Although I tried my best to appease them, I could only make the factory run at a very low efficiency."

"It's okay, I'll calm it down."

Nono walked forward, stroked the Thinker with his palm, and whispered Binary softly:

"Machine Spirit, please listen to my voice!

"Obey me. This is your duty and mission."

"..."

The technical sergeant's eyes were filled with fear. The first half of the sentence was normal, but what was the second half?

Are you sure you are appeasing the machine spirit?

Mars doesn’t teach these things!

Is it true that the Machine Spirit will not be angered by your threats?

click!

The sound of some kind of gears running echoed throughout the factory, along with a sound like the roar of a huge engine.

The lights throughout the factory were turned on one after another, and the production lines that had been stopped began to resume operation, and the factory began to operate again with unimaginable efficiency.

Nono asked:

“Can you do the maintenance work?”

"Yes." Armanius said immediately.

He didn't dare to say anything else, but he could still do maintenance work.

In addition, since the machine souls have not been cooperating, the 2 million machine servants actually do nothing else but maintenance.

Nono said softly:

"Three times a day, recite prayers to appease the machine spirit. The factory's machine spirit is very timid, so remember not to scare it."

"..."

Armanius hesitated to speak. Was he trying to scare it?

"Remember?" Huron frowned when he saw that he didn't answer.

"I didn't scare it!"

Armenius was helpless.

Huron said seriously:

"It's not okay to make loud noises. What if we disturb the machine spirit?"

"..."

Armanius was speechless, so a gentle threat would be enough?

After Huron reprimanded Amanius, he asked expectantly:

"Great Sage, what is the current output of the factory?"

Nuonuo looked at him and uttered a word:

"three……"

"Three hundred? Three hundred is fine." Huron was in a good mood because his money doubled in an instant!

Nono uttered the next word: "Thousand."

This is not the limit of the factory, but Nono considers that with their current size, this output is completely sufficient.

Huron's breath hitched, how much?

Chapter 144: Soul Drinkers? Wrong! It's the Legion!

3000 sets of MK4 power armor.

This is definitely a huge fortune for any regiment.

If it is 3000 sets per year, Huron is already imagining a future where Astral Claws reaches the scale of the Ultramarines - referring to the Ultramarines ten thousand years ago.

Ten thousand years ago, there were only 25 Extreme Marines. With the current annual production of 3000 sets of power armor, it will only take 25 years to produce 83 sets of power armor!

Now, the number of people is far from keeping up. Although the number of people in the Astral Claws has been increasing, the amount of gene-seed inventory has not changed much, because the extra gene-seeds are all in the bodies of the 4400 Space Marines of the Astral Claws.

He couldn't just treat them as consumables and send them away all at once, and then use their gene-seed to create new Space Marines, right?

Huron couldn't be so heartless, they were all his fighting brothers.

It is one thing to die gloriously in battle, and there is nothing that can be done if command errors lead to heavy losses, but sending them to die is truly worse than beasts.

How is that different from a traitor who has fallen into Chaos?

But the lack of numbers is indeed a fatal flaw.

Even if he could convince the Lamenters and Mantis Warriors, and even the Soul Drinkers, to let them completely release restrictions like the Star Claws and put all the gene seeds of the Chapter into production.

The four regiments combined only had about 4 people in 10 years.

Compared with the production of 30000 sets of MK4, there is still a small gap.

Although the extra power armor can be kept as inventory, how can Huron be willing to do that?

Noah saw Huron's dilemma, and he asked politely:

"Huron, do you have any friends?"

Huron immediately understood Noah's hint, but was still a little embarrassed:

“I have quite a few friends, but most of them are those I met during the Battle of Macragge. They are all successor chapters of the Ultramarines, and they all adhere to the Codex just as strictly as the Ultramarines. It may be difficult to convince them to help.”

It's not just difficult, it's simply wishful thinking.

Noah knew better than anyone how committed these chapters were to the Codex. When Calgar wanted to add a veteran Zerg warrior to the chapter, he was scolded by many people for violating their ancestral teachings. The chapters that went to support him at the beginning basically all followed the lead of the Ultramarines.

What would happen if they dared to expand?

Noah analyzed it and asked:

"It would be best if it were a Fleet-Based Regiment or a Fringe Regiment. Perhaps they were in crisis not long ago. Do you have a suitable candidate?"

Huron thought carefully and said:

"The Executioners, the Astral Claws once lent them a helping hand, I might be able to try to persuade them. And the Accusers, their chapter encountered a Chaos invasion several decades ago, and their home world was destroyed. Their military strength has not yet recovered, but I am not very familiar with them, but I can let the Soul Drinker try to contact them."

Noah nodded slightly:

"I'll make the arrangements. What about the Weepers and Mantis Warriors? Do they have any friends?"

Huron sighed:

"They are the fringe chapter you mentioned. You are also aware of the situation of the Lamenters. As for the Mantis Warriors, they were sent to guard the Maelstrom. Can you expect them to have a good relationship with other chapters?"

Noah was speechless. What he said was true.

Noah pondered for a moment and said:

"I'll figure it out."

There are 1000 chapters in the galaxy, and there are always those on the verge of destruction that are in urgent need of rescue. If we find a chance, we can always pull them over.

"It can only be the."

Huron nodded and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Is this the trouble of rich people?

Loved it!

Huron smiled so hard that his mouth could not open. He asked again quickly:

"Can we also arrange for the manufacturing plant of Terminator A?"

Noah asked curiously:

"Can you use it?"

Huron said seriously:

"Actually, it's not impossible for all of them to be Terminators."

"Nono."

Facing Noah's inquiring gaze, Nono nodded slightly:

"Take me to the control center."

"This way." Armanius took the initiative to lead the way.

Activating the machine soul of the forging world is nothing to Nono. The difficult part is how to maintain it afterwards.

Other forging worlds have at least tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people, and most of them work to maintain factories at all levels.