Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

"In ancient Terra, in the second millennium before the unification of mankind, a country called the Soviet Union was born. They erected a monument to the unknown martyrs in the square of the capital to commemorate the soldiers and people who died in the Great Patriotic War. On the monument, there is a sentence engraved:

“No one knows your name, but your achievements will live forever.

"Sacrifice is the foundation of the Empire. Honor those unknown warriors who died in this war! Honor the sacrificed! Macragge stands!"

His voice was not loud, but it was heard accurately by everyone.

In the brief silence, everyone stood up and raised their glasses solemnly:

"To the victims!"

"Macragge stands!"

For humanity, the Battle of Macragge was undoubtedly a victory.

Although this victory was achieved through the sacrifices of countless people, and although the Empire won only a pyrrhic victory this time, it is still a victory!

Chapter 57 Klipman: You are my half-brother!

At the celebration banquet, Inquisitor Kriptman, relying on his astonishing power, naturally sat at the same table with all the Space Marine Chapter Captains, and he sat next to Calga. Noah could see him by just slightly shifting his gaze.

This was obviously not arranged by Calgar, but a personal move by the Inquisitor.

But whenever Noah looked at him, the judge always had a smile on his face, and his attitude was a little scary. After all, he was the lunatic of the court, and although he smiled on the surface, who knew what conspiracy he was planning in his heart.

What Noah understood even more clearly was that even if this judge was really friendly, it was only because he was useful to him.

"Noah."

Kliptman raised his glass to Noah and said with a smile:

"This is a wine that is a specialty of Macragge. It is said that it has been used to entertain several Primarchs. You can only enjoy it here in the entire galaxy. You must try it. How about we have a drink?"

"It's my honor." Noah also raised his glass with a smile.

The deep red wine swayed gently in the glass, exuding a refreshing aroma. Noah took a sip and the wine blossomed on the tip of his tongue with an unparalleled taste, delicate and mellow.

Macragge's wine is indeed unique to the Empire, and has indeed been used to entertain primarchs, such as the Raven King.

The Protozoan's keen sense of smell can tell a great deal about fermenting grape juice simply by smelling it: its alcohol content, color, acidity, and other less obvious factors that led to its creation—how long ago the berry diverged from its progenitor, the soil in which it was grown, the genetic code of its producer, the composition of the air it breathes, and the trace minerals in the water it drinks.

Noah naturally didn't have the same delicate sense of smell as the original body, and he didn't like drinking. Even if he did, he would just taste it. But since the judge personally toasted him, he had to drink.

Because Noah always follows the teachings of a great man of the 2K era:

Make many friends and make few enemies.

Kliptman asks:

"Noah, based on your knowledge of the Tyranids, do you think there will be other fleets in the Hive Fleet?"

"Of course, Your Excellency the Inquisitor."

Noah replied with a serious expression, "According to the intelligence I have, the number of Tyranids is almost incalculable. The Behemoth Hive Fleet is just a smaller tentacle among them. This war is not the end, nor even the beginning of the end, but the end of the beginning!

"The Tyranid fleet is like a giant space octopus. The tip of its tentacles that first touch the enemy is always the thinnest. I'm not even sure if we have really wiped out the entire Behemoth Hive Fleet. There may be other smaller tentacles of this fleet floating in the galaxy."

"octopus?"

Kliptman mused, "This seems to be a native species of ancient Terra. You seem to know a lot about the culture of ancient Terra."

Noah smiled modestly and said:

"My family originated from Holy Terra, and there are a lot of books related to Ancient Terra preserved in the family documents."

"I see." Kliptman suddenly realized.

Terra, the planet's status in the human empire is so special that the shack inhabited by the most ordinary family on Terra can be exchanged for the most luxurious palace and corresponding aristocratic status on other planets.

A wandering merchant family originating from Holy Terra is not only a symbol of status, but also a witness to its ancient heritage and glorious history. Therefore, such a family must know many secrets of Ancient Terra, and even master many technologies that have long been lost in the Dark Age of Technology.

Establishing a good relationship with such a family would be beneficial to Inquisitor Kriptman.

Kliptman asked again:

"If Tyrannosaurus is going to come back sooner or later, what do you suggest?"

In the court, there is one unwritten rule after another that whoever discovers something will be held responsible.

So Kliptman discovered dozens of aliens, and he would exterminate them, which would become part of his honor. But if these aliens were not successfully exterminated, or even grew into enemies of the empire, he would also have to bear the corresponding responsibility.

There is no such thing as an inquisitor resigning. The only price they have to pay is often their own death to prove that they were merely derelict in their duty rather than disloyal.

Since Kliptman wants to seize the benefits related to Terran, he must be responsible for formulating plans against Terran.

This was not an easy task, after all, the sheer number of Tyranids was too terrifying. So Kliptman had to seek the advice of Noah, who was the one who knew these aliens best. Kliptman's intuition told him that Noah must have more information that he hadn't revealed!

Noah's heart moved, he expected Klipman to ask this question.

Because he knew that Kliptman would never give up his duties easily, not because he was responsible, but because while taking on responsibilities, he would also gain enormous power!

After all, if he was to guard against the invasion of Tyranids, he must be qualified to mobilize a large enough fleet to guard against Tyranids. Since Tyranids invaded from the southeast of the galaxy, he, as an inquisitor, had the power to recruit and command all the star zone fleets in the southeast.

How could Inquisitor Kriptman be willing to give up such enormous power?

Now he came to seek his advice only to better consolidate the power that he was about to obtain.

Asking this in front of Calgar and other Space Marine Chapter Captains was both to show his honesty to everyone and to put pressure on Noah - in this case, even if Noah made up stories, it could not be said that he had no solution.

"Two options."

Noah pondered for a moment and spoke slowly:

"First, we will clear the land. Just like we did in Macragge, since the Tyranids' goal is food, we will move all the people in the nearby star regions to the central region of the galaxy. Once the Tyranids find that there is not enough food, or that conquering a planet will cost more than it will gain, they will give up the invasion.

"Second, we should divert the trouble to someone else. There are other aliens near the Ultramar sector. If we don't want to face the threat of the Tyranids, then we can let the aliens bear the attack of the Tyranids instead of us! When both sides are defeated, we can even send a fleet to execute the extermination order and eliminate all the living forces of both sides at the same time.

Judge Kliptman's eyes lit up when he heard this, because Noah's ideas were almost exactly the same as his!

In fact.

Before asking Noah, he had already conceived a similar plan in his mind.

Although the reason for asking Noah was to seek his advice, it was more of a pretense. Because no matter what advice Noah gave, it would be difficult to really shake Kriptman's determination. He was just seeking more intelligence to improve his plan.

But he didn't expect that Noah's ideas coincided with his. They were more than just close friends, they were half-brothers!

"Which alien do you think would be a better target? The greenskins?" he asked.

The first aliens that Kliptman thought of were the green-skinned orcs, who also had a strong reproductive capacity. If they were allowed to fight the two tigers, Tyrannosaurus, the battle might last for tens or even hundreds of years, which was enough time for humans to build a complete defense line.

"Do not."

Noah denied it. "The greenskins prefer close combat too much. Their fighting style has always been to fight a war of attrition with the enemy by rapidly reproducing. The Tyranids like a war of attrition the most. The corpses of both the enemy and us can provide a large amount of biomass for the Tyranids. Their number is endless, and sooner or later they will overwhelm the greenskins!"

Kliptman frowned slightly when his plan was rejected, but still asked humbly:

"What's your suggestion?"

Noah paused for a moment and gave his answer:

"Tau."

Actually, there is nothing much to express, after all, this is not the first time it has been put on the shelves.

But as per convention, I will still post some words of thanks for the launch.

after all.

Only after you post your comments on the product being put on the shelves can you see them.

Not giving any thanks for the product being put on the shelves is equivalent to not giving any thanks for the product being put on the shelves.

Ok.

That’s enough nonsense.

I realized that I haven’t reached 100 words yet, so let’s talk about something else.

If you have any stories about what happened between 745.M41 and 800.M41, you can actually chat about it in the comment section and provide some material.

In addition, the chat and discussion area is originally for chatting and discussion.

What I have posted are just my personal opinions, which may not be particularly rigorous, so if you have different opinions, you can add them, and maybe they will be written into the book?

Chapter 58 Titan: Thank you!

Tau.

This answer surprised many people.

Not only Inquisitor Kriptman, but also Chapter Master Calgar.

Karga asked:

"Why the Tau?"

Before this, he had remained silent, listening quietly to the communication between Noah and Kliptman.

But now he took the initiative to speak, both because he was confused about this and because the Ultramarines were one of the people in the Empire who knew the Tau the best. After all, the Ultramarines had participated in the Damocles Expedition not long ago, and Calgar had also made a psychic call with them.

"Because they are close enough. The Tau are in the space near Ultramar, and are also close to the Tyranids' route. It would be easy to lure the Tyranids over there. Moreover, they just defeated the Imperial expeditionary force, which proves that they have at least a sector-level space fleet. This may not be able to resist a large-scale invasion of Zerg Hive tentacles, but they should be able to barely cope with a small-scale Tyranid fleet harassment."

“What if they can’t?” Klippman asked.

Noah asked back:

"Why should we care whether the alien lives or dies?"

Can the Tau stop the Tyranids?

Of course they can't stop it, but what does it matter? They just need to help delay the time.

The main force of the Behemoth Hive Fleet has been destroyed. Even if the Tau cannot stop the remaining ones, the biomass of hundreds of planets is enough for the Tyranid branch fleet to eat for dozens or even years.

This is called trading space for time.

Don’t worry about whose space you changed, just tell me whether you changed it or not!

“Brilliant, wonderful, extraordinary.”

Kliptman smiled knowingly, raised his glass to Noah and praised him repeatedly.

indeed.

Why should they care whether the alien lives or dies?

They never expected the aliens to stop the Tyranids. After all, even the human empire might not be able to defeat this terrifying alien. The purpose of letting the Tyranids target the aliens was just to let the aliens buy them some time.

Whether it was the Tau, the Greenskins, or any other alien, it made no difference. Even if the Tau couldn't hold off the Tyranids for too long, it didn't matter, they could just lure them to the territory of the Orks and other aliens, the effect would be the same.

"Perhaps it is possible."

Calgas spoke slowly, "The Damocles Expedition proved that these aliens are not as weak as we previously thought. They have a huge space fleet and powerful ground forces. In addition, they prefer guerrilla warfare and long-range shooting rather than close combat tactics, which may be effective against the Tyranids."

Huron also interjected, asking calmly:

"So, how do we lure the Tyranids into Tau territory?"

"It's very simple."

Kliptman took a sip of wine and said, "Move all the people in the star region between Ultramar and Damocles Gulf to the rear. The Tyranids who are short of food will naturally go to the star region occupied by the Tau. As for Ultramar..."

After a brief pause, Kliptman asked again, "Noah, do you think Tyran will continue to invade Ultramar?"

"Probably not. The Tyranids' goal is to obtain as much biomass as possible. And their largest fleet in this invasion has already been destroyed in Macragge, so unless they assemble a fleet larger than Behemoth, they will not actively invade Macragge. Moreover, we don't necessarily need to relocate all the population."

Kliptman asked doubtfully:

"Oh? Do you have any better idea?"

Noah put it succinctly: