Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

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What about the Asterisk and Nono?

Nono replied:

"Twenty-two years."

"Where are the factory records?"

"There is no factory record. She was picked up by Lady Theodora."

"Pick it up?"

"Yes, I found it in an uninhabited galaxy twenty-two years ago, along with four frigates."

After a pause, Nono continued:

"And I."

Noah hesitated:

"You picked it up from Theodora too?"

"Yes, twenty-two years ago." Nuonuo smiled faintly.

"What about Theodora's original warship?"

"She only had one Sword-class frigate, which was accidentally destroyed by pirates during a naval battle."

Noah seemed to understand something and asked, "Did you pick it up?"

Of course it is impossible that it was really picked up, but the Stars must have a history.

It was picked up by Lady Theodora. That's its origin. It's enough to fool others.

As for where it came from before you found it, it would be rude to ask again!

Nono asked: "Noah, do you want to know where the Stars came from?"

"No, not yet."

Noah responded, "When I want to know, I'll ask you."

In fact, Noah had already guessed most of it. In the fifteen years before he met him, the reborn fragment of the Star God could have done anything during this time!

"Twenty-two years ago!"

Noah muttered to himself silently, White boarded the ship twenty-two years ago, and Nono and the Stars were picked up twenty-two years ago.

It is now 752.M41, and twenty-two years ago it was 730.M41.

Is there anything special about this time?

Noah couldn't figure it out for a while, so he just put it aside for the time being.

No matter what, it must be the power of the emperor!

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"Your Excellency the Rogue Trader Noah von Valancius, please proceed and dock at Starport No. 13."

Following the guidance of the spaceport tower, the fleet entered the berths one after another.

The Thunder Eagle entered the atmosphere from outer space and flew towards the Thorn Palace in Dominar's main hive.

Unlike the last time we came, there was a team of Space Marines escorting us.

This time, Noah did not see any members of the Star Claws. Even though he was carrying a powerful armed force, no one asked him anything. It was not until he entered the Palace of Thorns that a Space Marine finally guided him to the reception room.

"Sir, this is a collection of rare wine offered by the local nobles. Please wait a moment, the Chapter Master will be here soon."

The Space Marine placed a bottle of wine on the table, then left the room, closing the door behind him.

But just as he said, Noah didn't have to wait long. When the door was pushed open again, Luft Huron, wearing ornate blue and gold armor and a huge power claw, walked into the room.

Huron smiled politely:

"Long time no see, Noah."

Noah asked meaningfully:

"Luft, Star Claw seems to be very busy recently?"

Huron smiled and said:

"We've been very busy, why are you asking so much?"

"There isn't a single battleship in the spaceport."

"There are some, but they are only patrolling at Mandeville Point. However, most of the warships are indeed on missions outside, for reasons you know."

"Genestealer?"

"Correct."

Huron said, "The Sky Claws already shoulder the heavy responsibility of defending the Great Whirlpool, and now they are also responsible for the cleanup of all the worlds in the Great Whirlpool area. Even if I have sent out all my forces, it is still stretched to the limit."

Noah poured a glass of wine for Huron as well. Now it was not just the Colonus Expansion and the Great Whirlpool Universe. All over the empire, any planet that knew of the harm done by the Genestealers was now being cleaned up.

But because the empire is so large, transportation and communication are not convenient enough, and many worlds still know nothing about the Genestealers.

Huron frowned as he spoke:

"The troops are still too few. I have been requesting the Terra government to send another regiment to garrison in the Maelstrom Universe, but it has never been approved!"

Noah comforted him:

"This cannot be blamed on the Terran government. The Empire is short of troops everywhere. A year ago, the home planet of the Accusers was invaded by Chaos. Both the Accusers and the Soul Drinkers were almost destroyed. Only about 400 people were left in the Soul Drinkers Chapter."

Noah certainly understood what kind of person Huron was, and his ambition made him unwilling to stop there. It is not a bad thing to be ambitious, because ambition, if appropriate, can also turn into a desire for progress.

But if your ambitions are too big, it's easy to become extreme.

Fortunately, with the Battle of Macragge as a precedent, Huron should not go down the same wrong path as before, and at least he will listen to advice.

"More than four hundred people..."

When Huron heard this number, his eyes flickered slightly.

There are only 400 Soul Drinkers left, and coincidentally, there are 400 more Star Claws.

"You're on good terms with the Blamer?" Huron asked.

"I have had little contact with the Blamers, but have collaborated with the Soul Drinkers a few times."

"That's it."

Huron did not ask further questions, but sighed indirectly, "If they had more reinforcements at that time, perhaps they would not have ended up like this! Unfortunately, just as you said, the Empire lacks sufficient troops in every war zone in the galaxy!"

Noah's eyes flickered and he took a sip of wine:

“In fact, there may not really be a shortage.”

"Oh?"

Huron pretended to be stupid, "Why do you say that?"

Noah shook the glass and stared at the deep red wine, his sight seemingly returning to the glorious days long ago:

"Ten thousand years ago, during the Great Crusade when the Emperor and the Primarch were still alive, I heard that the Imperium had more than three million Space Marines fighting in various parts of the galaxy. It was because of their efforts that the Imperium of Man has the rule of more than one million worlds to this day. At that time, the ten..."

"Nine," Huron interrupted and corrected him immediately.

"Nine Legions."

Noah, who had been deliberately slipping his tongue, changed his words, "At that time, each planet recruited new soldiers. The Space Wolves were in Fenris, and the Blood Angels were in Baal. With the population of just one planet, they were able to recruit three million Space Marines.

"And now the Imperium has a thousand chapters and a thousand recruiting planets, but there are only one million Space Marines in the entire galaxy. Ultimately, it is because of the constraints of the Astartes Codex."

Huron knocked on the table:

"Be careful with your words, Noah. We are friends, so I can pretend that I didn't hear anything. But the Ultramarines may not like to hear such words."

"So I won't say this in front of Karga."

Noah smiled.

Huron looked at Noah. He didn't smile and his expression was serious, so Noah gradually stopped smiling.

But Huron did not pursue the topic that had just crossed the line, and changed the subject:

"Perhaps the Gene Father ten thousand years ago did not expect the empire to become so corrupt."

Noah replied:

"At that time, humanity had just ended its civil war, the Primarchs were still alive, and there were not as many powerful enemies inside and outside the Empire as there are now. Perhaps even the Primarchs had not expected that in the short few hundred years that followed, several Primarchs would leave humanity for various reasons.

"Lord Guilliman may have considered the Codex Astartes as a temporary policy, and he probably did not expect that the Codex would be used without any changes for thousands of years."

"Do you really think so?" Huron looked at Noah in surprise.

"of course."

Noah met Huron's gaze with a calm expression.

No one understands Guilliman better than him!

When Guilliman woke up, his first thought was "I'm tired, let's destroy it", his second thought was "Why did I get crazy and have to write this toilet paper?", and his third thought was "How stupid must my sons be to use this book for thousands of years without changing a word?"

But human beings are creatures. They get used to the numbness after a while.

The same goes for Guilliman. He can't really just give up and do nothing. He can only clean up the mess of the human empire bit by bit.

Huron looked at Noah and in his heart he had already regarded him as a close friend, and he almost couldn't help but tell him the truth.

But he still held back, because what he did was really hard for the empire to tolerate.

It's not just a simple secret expansion, there are also tiger claws...

The Empire has completely different attitudes towards the two: unauthorized expansion of the army and secret merger with another regiment.

And Huron has both.

Before Noah came, he even thought of resisting the Empire's taxation in protest. But now this idea has been thrown to the back of his mind, because he has promised to hand over the tax revenue of the Badab star region to Noah.

Now the tax resistance is not against the empire’s taxes, but against Noah’s taxes.

Huron thought that he would not betray his allies so much, especially since Star Claw owed Noah many favors and he even owed him two lives.

Huron suppressed the urge to open up and changed the subject:

"Are you just passing through this time?"

"Yes, by the way, check on General Abelard, whose daughter serves as the planetary governor in the capital of the von Valancius dynasty."

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Huron called.

A handsome middle-aged man in a luxurious suit strode in and bowed respectfully to the two people in the room:

"Lord Huron, Lord Noah."

Huron pointed at him and laughed:

"Look, it's here now. Excuse me for now."