How can a retired savior be considered retired if he drops to 40,000?

It was indeed annoying that these Eldar who suddenly appeared through the webway and wanted to kill her, who didn't know what prophecy they had believed, had already deduced this possibility with the Emperor, and the conclusion reached at that time was that there was nothing to be afraid of. The waves set off by the human "Son of Hope" in the warp might herald the rise of the entire human race, but for the Eldar, the threat of Chaos would always be the primary.

Perhaps some Eldar prophets who are conservative and stubborn will stubbornly believe that the rise of humans will once again bring a heavy blow to their entire race. Unfortunately, this view is unlikely to become mainstream among the Eldar, who are already a loose group. This means that small-scale exploratory attacks from the Eldar like before may appear from time to time, but there is no need to devote too much energy to them. To be honest, Fujimaru Ritsuka's problem with the Eldar is not even as much of a headache as the problem of supplies.

Basic living supplies were fine. There were too many extra rations for the Astartes on the Lion's Mane (another proof that the ship would carry reinforcements on the return trip). There was no need to worry too much about it for now. The problem was the repair of various types of power armor and the replenishment of various conventional and unconventional ammunition, as well as the problem of naval guns. Lanmarok had already hinted to her that if she couldn't find a suitable place to resupply, she'd better pray that the Lion's Mane didn't encounter a scene that required a naval battle.

Speaking of naval battles, there are even more problems. Fujimaru Ritsuka has never fought a naval battle with anyone in the past six months. First, the Stormbound does not have the ability to sail outside the atmosphere, and second, the ship does not need to pass through Mandeville Point for subspace navigation. As long as you don't go to the void, you naturally don't need to fight the enemy in the void... But the essential difference between the Lion's Mane and the Emperor's Dream is that it can't be transformed into a Somni and then stuffed into the Stormbound together, and then shouted out to fire when needed.

That is to say, after incorporating such a ship, Fujimaru Ritsuka had to give up his advantage in ship flexibility and move in a more Imperial way. The Storm's Edge would naturally retreat to the second line and become a transport landing craft. In addition, such a large battle barge is difficult to hide in various dimensions. Some operations that the Storm's Edge could have done, such as landing on a planet through the veil from the subspace without being noticed, or directly entering the enemy's hangar, have become less feasible. Not to mention the space warp ritual based on the Emperor's psionic energy and the light of the Astronomican - it is already difficult to drag a small ship like the Storm's Edge. If you want to use this ritual to move the Lion's Mane, it is better to kill her directly.

——In her original plan, an Imperial ship should be one of the last things to appear in the team!

Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to give up thinking, but the schedule she made on her tablet clearly told her that she couldn't rest yet. Although it would take about ten days for the Lion's Mane to be resupplied and repaired at Jestal Airport, some things had to be planned as early as possible.

She sighed, and took Xiao Ku into her arms and squeezed him. The soft touch of the doll was very healing, but Xiao Ku was very dissatisfied and ran away from her hands complaining. She sighed again, threw herself back on the bed, and continued to think.

The next issue is the personnel issue - she now has almost two companies of Holy Scripture, but that doesn't mean she can really split these nearly 200 people into two companies. Not to mention that the Dark Angels have their own unique command system. Before a perfect trust relationship is established, this command system cannot be opened to Fujimaru Ritsuka. For now, they can only be regarded as a relatively reliable ally with a chance of rejecting requests. Then there are the Night Lords... um...

Ritsuka Fujimaru prayed sincerely: I hope Sevitarion is okay.

Putting aside the issue of the command speed of the Midnight Lords, Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't think it was a good idea to mix them with the Dark Angels. This was always the case. In short, he hoped that fighting beside his gene father would give them some motivation, and he also hoped that the legendary captain of the Midnight Lords could suppress all of them and prevent them from dragging each other down on the battlefield.

——Ritsuka Fujimaru didn’t even expect them to choose not to hold back the Dark Angels, as long as they didn’t hold back themselves.

One thing that must be noted is that the Night Lords Legion has a tradition of forming cliques since ancient times under the connivance (or, in other words, playing rotten) of the Primarch, and the Night Lords currently stationed inside the Storm's Margin are obviously divided into two groups: the 40K Chaos Warband Night Lords who were previously detained by Fujimaru Ritsuka and who were granted a certain degree of freedom of movement after being tried by Konrad Curze and successfully surviving; and the 30K veteran Night Lords who were captured again after following Konrad Curze and Yago Sevitarion to board the Invincible Reasonableness at the end of the Salamas Expedition.

To say that the differences between the two sides are clear-cut is an understatement. The more fatal point is that Konrad Curze is the kind of Primarch who has a clear difference in the way he treats his heirs he likes and dislikes. Apart from the unique Sevatar, Fujimaru Ritsuka feels that he seems to like the eighteen people who passed the trial more recently.

...He didn't even consider it...He probably really didn't consider it.

Even if those who were willing to join the gang were all members of the Red Gloves, Sevatar would probably not be able to suppress the excitement of the 40 or so people. Besides, what was the probability that those 18 people would be able to resist showing off in front of the old senior? Anyway, Fujimaru Ritsuka thought it was so small that it could be ignored.

There were no Astartes in the world when Storm's Edge was designed and built, so the ship had no duel cage from the beginning. Fujimaru Ritsuka was thinking about whether to restart the simulation room, nominally to let these people solve the problem in their own way, but in fact to give them a bunch of messy monsters to make them doubt their lives, and by the way, to make them realize who is the woman standing at the top of the food chain on this ship.

Speaking of Conrad Curze's trial, it reminded Fujimaru Ritsuka of the whole thing: these people inevitably encountered Chaos pollution during their long wandering in the subspace. She also had to think about whether to modify some religious magic of baptism chants and paste them on the Imperial State Religion, so that she could use them directly when encountering similar situations in the future. Although the effect is not much different, she dared to guarantee that the user experience of baptism chants would definitely be much better than Curze using his own essence to cut off the Chaos-contaminated part of the recipient.

Moreover, it also carries a bit of the power of "punishment for the guilty", who can guarantee that their life is pure and flawless and they have never committed a crime? At least the 18 Midnight Lords who successfully passed the "judgement journey" will most likely wear "red gloves" dyed with their own blood for the rest of their lives. After Fujimaru Ritsuka discovered this change in appearance, he did not ask in detail, but considering the meaning of this tradition itself, it is likely that it is not just a change in appearance.

Conrad Curze was not as kind as she was, and would not give the punishment measures in the red gloves a deadline to be lifted. Even in the illusion, Sevitarion on her side finally changed the red gloves.

Thinking of this, she remembered that she had not asked why Sevatar's Terminator armor looked so familiar, and when Jeanne Alter came.

She had seen this combination many times in the illusion, so familiar that she thought it was a natural thing in a hurry, until now she suddenly realized that something was wrong. It was also suspicious that Conrad Coates suddenly realized his true nature - you all play individual manifestation reverse summons for me, right?

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately locked onto a few troublemakers in her mind, then stood up again, quickly grabbed Xiao Ku who was hovering by her window, and asked the doll, "In the past two days, in addition to the daily summons I usually perform for operation and maintenance, have other people appeared on this ship?"

Considering the combination of Severtarion and Jeanne Alter, which only existed in a fantasy (dream), Fujimaru Ritsuka has quickly eliminated the suspects to only Merlin and Oberon. She even made a plan in an instant on how to play a trick on the real criminal, but Xiaoku's answer was beyond her expectations:

"When you were sleeping, a golden shadow fell in the summoning room." The doll said, "It was not hostile, it just turned around and left. I don't know what it was here for."

……ah?

Ritsuka Fujimaru was at a loss.

Annoying but necessary transition chapter.jpg

Let's summarize the problems that Guda is currently facing:

1. Logistics maintenance and supply, mainly focused on armaments.

2. The personnel command system must not be improved, and the combat method must also be changed.

3. Some annoying people will come and shoot you from behind.

4. Subordinates form cliques and hold each other back, and the immediate superior not only fails to take the lead but also adds fuel to the fire.

5. You need to learn some chaos countermeasures technology.

6. Old members of Storm Border came without even saying hello, and some came and left again. It's embarrassing for the Master.

7. The emperor wanted to peek at the screen, but found that there was no seat for him on the boat, so he turned around and went back.

In fact, not all problems need to be solved immediately...

Tell me whether you like to read that kind of daily routine. If you like it, I will write about the ten-day supply period in detail. If you don’t like it, I will just throw out some important information and fly away in the next chapter.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 40 Yesterday's Reappearance (I sent it out after correcting the typos, so annoying)

The interior of Storm Edge is a space that has been transformed into another world, so nothing is strange. But under normal circumstances, nothing particularly strange will happen - at least that's what Jeanne Alter said.

So, Sevatar, who was dressed in casual clothes, began to think: Is it "particularly strange" that a door appeared on the wall that did not exist when he passed by five minutes ago?

He was still thinking about whether this situation was normal, whether it needed to be reported, and if so, to whom he should report it. Wait, how come I so naturally started thinking about such things as a passenger? The door that suddenly appeared in front of him opened.

"What are you doing?" Jeanne Alter, who finally regained her physical body on this ship, asked unhappily, "If you have nothing to do, just find something to do. Why are you blocking other people's rooms for no reason?"

Sevatar glanced at the paper and pen in the other's hand and repeated hesitantly: "Your room?"

"What? Is there something strange?" Jeanne Alter asked back, "Do you think I was a ghost that could only possess armor from the beginning?"

The door behind her slowly disappeared and merged into the wall again. Sevatar realized that this was not a very good topic, so he chose to point to the metallic wall behind her that had become seamless:

"I just don't understand why the door to 'your room' disappeared." He said as calmly as possible, trying to make the other party think that he was just wondering about this.

Jeanne Alter turned to look at the wall she had come out of, then turned to look at Sevata, and inexplicably revealed an expression of "Is your brain okay?" Then, under Sevata's honest eyes (it was not easy to do this, but he began to find a trick), she turned back to look behind herself, and finally turned around and fell into deep thought.

Three seconds later, as if she suddenly understood something, she spoke again: "It's those mages. In the beginning, many people wanted to keep their rooms the same as they were when they got off the ship, hoping to come back and live there in the future. Such people would keep their original furnishings and then use magic to hide the doors - maybe in the end, they chose to hide the doors of all the old members, including me who didn't get off the ship."

"'Old member'? You originally worked on this ship as well?"

Sevatar actually wanted to ask "Why did Jeanne Alter become like this?", but obviously, the latter misunderstood.

"Of course, although I'm not one of the earliest members, I'm still a senior member!" Jeanne Alter was inexplicably proud, "So, you have to call me 'senior'."

Now it was Savita's turn to look like "Are you okay with your brain?"Joan of Arc Alter felt frustrated, became angry, and said: "Come to the simulation room after dinner to practice more!" and walked away angrily with the paper and pen in his arms.

She always seemed to be angry. Sevatar analyzed calmly without being affected. But considering that she once said that "extreme emotions including anger are her essence", this seems understandable.

Then, he added one more thing to the precautions in his mind: It is normal to occasionally see doors that do not exist appear or disappear.

This is the third day since Sevatar boarded the ship, so before this one, his precautions already included things like "It's normal to feel your sense of space is slightly disturbed when passing through an intersection", "It's normal to occasionally feel other sights", "It's normal to see moving humanoid shadows working in the corridor or cafeteria", "It's normal for people who don't respect food to be beaten for no reason", "It's normal for dolls to move and fight with each other"...

Sevasta felt like he was going insane.

In fact, the most unrealistic thing is that the space inside the Storm's Edge is much larger than it looks from the outside. It is said that when it was designed and manufactured, this ship also included a function as the last surviving ark of a race, which can accommodate another 500 refugees on the basis of maintaining combat and ensure the quality of life of these people... But in Sevatar's view, this part of the area belonging to the "combat personnel" is enough to give him a headache.

He was a psyker himself, and he had seen how his brother legions used and harnessed the supernatural powers of the warp during the Heresy. He was fully aware and aware that such things must exist, but it was completely different for him to actually live in an environment where supernatural phenomena were frequent.

During the Great Crusade, the fundamental basis of education was the Imperial Truth. Sevatar grew up listening to these teachings after being recruited into the group - even though he himself was not very "Imperial Truth".

It was also because of these things that, even though the owner of the Storm's Edge was the Emperor's chosen envoy to the throne, even though a golden guard grew in the main control room almost 24 hours a day, and even though the Storm's Edge had been parked in a hangar specially cleared by the Lion's Mane seventeen hours ago and a few dark angels had begun to walk on the ship, Sevatar still had not yet developed the real feeling that he had been "re-incorporated into the Empire."

——Our current life is visibly “not quite imperial”.

But if Sevatar had any complaints about this, he would be too ungrateful: at least he now had the rations that an Astartes should have (although the source was the Dark Angels), he could eat his fill at every meal (and objectively speaking they were delicious, but unfortunately subjectively an Astartes would not feel too much pleasure from this), his equipment was not bad (although they would run away when there were no combat or training missions), he had a few subordinates for him to lead and command (although these people began to form cliques and attack each other again), and the Father of Genes was by his side (although as usual he would only have some counterproductive effects) - wasn't this exactly a repeat of yesterday, what did he have to complain about?

...After spending ten years of poor, yet simple and fulfilling farming life on Jestal, Sevatar gradually realized how *Nostramo swear words* his past life had been.

At least the most basic point is that on Jestal, even if everyone stands in a row in front of the farm machinery, there is no need to worry about someone wanting to push the person next to them into the blade. But if you stand at the front of a team of Night Lords... you can't say whether the grenade launcher behind you will suddenly fire one or two times.

The glory gained in war was all empty. He wanted simple, trustworthy relationships, even if it meant going to the countryside to farm and using his Astartes-class brain to calculate the seasonal calendar for uneducated agricultural workers.

That being said, he was just complaining. Everyone knew that the matter was done. Since he decided to put on the Terminator armor again, everyone, including himself, had tacitly agreed that he had boarded the pirate ship Storm's Edge. Even for some reason, he was not included in the compilation of Jestal's affairs. The simple and happy pastoral life was gone forever. He now had sixty-three gangs of Night Lords to worry about.

...Wait a minute, why is it a multiple of nine again?

Sevastopol has been a little neurotic about numbers like these lately.

He was thinking about whether he should talk to Ritsuka Fujimaru about this matter later (from the perspective of the Midnight Lords, this decision was almost a betrayal of the Father of Genes, but Sevatar had obviously realized who really had the final say on this ship), and he turned around and arrived at the door of the simulation room.

There were no training facilities on the Storm's Edge that they were more familiar with - or rather, there were almost no Imperial facilities on the entire ship that they were more familiar with. Therefore, the sixty-three Night Lords on the ship, who were pieced together from scratch, could only use these facilities that they were completely unfamiliar with for running-in training.

He entered and found with satisfaction that he was the last to arrive.

These are some old traditions from Nostramo: in an agreed gathering, the more noble the person, the later he should show up. Like many traditions in the legion that are difficult to say whether they are customs or bad habits, it is difficult to say whether Sevatar likes it or not, but he does know how to use them to build authority for himself.

He was the last to enter the simulation room, and realized that this bare-looking room, like many other places throughout the ship, looked much larger from the inside than from the outside. It easily accommodated sixty-three unarmored Space Marines standing loosely in two clearly defined formations, sixty-three sets of eyes cast in silence at Sevatar.

He didn't think he got any positive emotional feedback from this scene, but he still said: "Well, I guess you guys had already played a round before I came here?"

This was not hard to see. Although everyone pretended that nothing had happened before, the cloth-woven clothes were not as strong as the power armor, and the skin directly exposed made it impossible for everyone to hide the wounds.

Judging only from the clues visible from the outside, it was obvious that the side with fewer people was beaten more badly. These decadent young men active after the fortieth millennium could only flee in front of the elite soldiers who had experienced the Great Crusade (considering that some of them were Sevatar's Black Armored Guards, they really deserved this title). Now these eighteen people were combined into a tight formation like small animals huddled together for warmth, and everyone had wounds of varying degrees on their faces, and some even had their clothes torn in the previous violent actions.

In contrast, the other side seemed more orderly: they had more people and better skills, so they had fewer wounds, their clothes were neater, and they kept a more appropriate distance from each other. But the weird thing was that these people who had obviously won the fight showed a kind of anger and a little depression that was well hidden, while the other side, which was obviously the loser, was showing off its strength like a winner.

Sevastata didn't want to know what happened before at all.

"I don't care why you fought just now," he had actually guessed it, "but you should remember why we were allowed to be here today." Sevatar bet that they had almost forgotten it, "No one knows when the next combat operation will begin. Before that, you must hurry up and get to know each other." Having said that, these people will definitely first get familiar with how to stab others in the back in the easiest way. "I don't want to waste time with you. I'll just say one thing:"

It's time to lay the bait.

"When the next battle really begins, the Primarch will certainly not stay out of it. He will naturally need guards to accompany him then."

He didn't know whether this was the right thing to do, but at least at this moment, the suddenly sinister atmosphere in the simulation room proved that everyone's enthusiasm had been mobilized.

If no one did anything, I'm afraid a new round of fighting would take place in this room. But at this moment, a little noise came from the edge of the room as electronic equipment was connected to the audio, and this change attracted everyone's attention:

"Good morning." Fujimaru Ritsuka's speech came through the electric signal without any tension. When it was restored to sound, there was a little inevitable distortion. "I see that all of you are here, and the pre-war mobilization has been completed. If there are no problems, we will start--"

She was obviously not asking for advice, because while she was talking, the scene in the simulation room had changed: the originally vast space was extended again, as if it had become an endless plain, with sufficient but not strong sunshine, and a gentle breeze blowing gently, and the hard steel plates and stones under their feet turned into soft soil and green grass. Everything was very realistic, and no matter how hard they looked, they could not find any flaws, as if they had been in such a grassland from the beginning.

This was the first time many of them had seen such a beautiful natural environment.But before anyone had time to be surprised, the next change happened to them: all those who were originally only allowed to walk around in regular clothes in the Storm Frontier had a set of power armor appear out of thin air.

"Customization takes up a lot of computing power, so everyone is wearing the same MK4 power armor, and the equipment is also the regular chainsword and bolter. The number of magazines is limited to four, which should be enough for a battle - there are more than of you." Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice explained, "Considering that some people are not familiar with these standard equipment, you have three minutes to familiarize yourself with all the configurations on your body, and then I will release the enemy."

Sevatar glanced at the parameters reported by the power armor self-test and immediately understood everything. He didn't need this time to familiarize himself with his equipment, so he looked up and asked: "Can we know the number or configuration of the enemy?"

"Just one. Let's test the waters first. Just think of it as a very large alien." Fujimaru Ritsuka's tone was not sincere. "You have... plus you are sixty-four people, everyone is fully equipped, I don't think there will be any big problems. I used to fight this thing often, and I lose if I spend more than twenty seconds on it."

Sevatar felt relieved and tried to use these three minutes to come up with a tactic that was feasible in such a fragmented team. One hundred and eighty seconds passed in a flash, and with Fujimaru Ritsuka's cheerful "I'm going to throw it away--" prompt, some distortions occurred on the plain not far away, as if the holographic image was disturbed--

——Then, a huge snake monster that was probably more than ten meters tall, covered with wings and golden horns, coiled and twisted, floating above the ground in some irrational, anti-gravity form, standing in front of everyone.

Only at this moment did Sevatar feel quite confident.

The monster thrown by Gudako is a giant Naga, the one on the second page of the 90-level swimsuit summer event that BGO is currently holding. It is the God-era monster. Seriously speaking, it can compete with the dragon-like big demon.

As for Guda herself, she takes ten seconds to change people and ten seconds to buff, so it really doesn't take twenty seconds, but it is well known that the combat power of Astartes is very mysterious... (music)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 41: Neither Empire nor Truth, but God-Emperor

"I don't really understand how you guys ended up with total annihilation." Ritsuka Fujimaru rested his hands on the empty space at the operating table in the simulation room, a look of sorrow on his face.

She didn't really want to retell the...comedy plot that had happened in the simulation room in the previous quarter of an hour.

"There are sixty-four of you. I've given each of you four magazines. I've calculated the firepower. Although the Naga's scales can reduce most of the damage, they are not so strong that explosive bullets cannot penetrate them. Even if you ignore everything and just keep firing at it, as long as you can hit more than one-third of it, it will be enough to kill it with random bullets."

Besides, the most threatening move of this thing is the skill of strengthening and removing. The pure physical warriors of the Midnight Lords have no strengthening that can be removed. To put it simply, what Fujimaru Ritsuka threw at them is a simple panel monster, and as long as they are willing to stack the data, they can be naturally killed.

But these stragglers who stab people in the back when the wind is in their favor and flee in all directions when the wind is against them can't even do this.

Throughout the whole process, only Sevatar's performance was barely acceptable. At the beginning of the battle, he quickly pulled out a team of twelve from his old subordinates, formed a simple formation, and made a tentative shot at the huge monster. After realizing that the explosive bombs had very limited lethality to the scales, he tried to attack the wings behind the Naga.

It cannot be said that his plan failed. After all, they successfully removed one of the Naga's wings after close shooting, but this monster cannot float on the ground entirely by relying on its wings. So in the next few seconds, the monster, in pain, used its huge mass to make the team that got too close, including the team leader, pay a heavy price, and then the remaining five people naturally scattered.

...All in all, it can't be entirely Sevatar's fault. He just suffered from the loss of intelligence and took the monsters' fighting power for granted.

In fact, according to Fujimaru Ritsuka's prediction, if Sevatar had sufficient information and could use his psychic powers freely, he should be able to succeed alone with a little effort. At least she thought that Sevatarion, her subordinate in the illusion, could do it.

Another highlight worth mentioning is Dihail Peko. Whether this Chaos Warband new blood had a plan or was just a blind cat hitting a dead mouse, in short, he managed to hit one of the naga's eyes at almost the maximum range of the grenade launcher. But apart from this, there is really nothing worth praising about him. This newcomer who got the red gloves in the Trial Tour turned around and ran after realizing that the naga noticed him - it should be needless to say what will happen after showing your back to the enemy.

The Night Lords who had just "died" in the simulation gradually recovered from the virtual mental shock, and they were obviously not aware of their mistakes. Some sporadic complaints gradually came from the audio line connected to the simulation room, but Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't care much about what they were complaining about.

After all, she was a complete player who had governed Nostramo and had deeply understood the truth that "not all opinions of all people are worth listening to."

"I probably know where the problem lies." She continued speaking into the microphone at her own pace and train of thought. "Anyway, all similar jobs that require 'group activities' are similar, at a minimum. The standard is not to be hostile to the people around you. But you can't meet this 'minimum standard', right?"

There was a burst of laughter in the simulation room, as if the group of Midnight Lords had heard something very funny. Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't care, and just continued to tell her fairy tale: "In short, for the sake of progress and efficiency, I hope that everyone can become friends within three days."

The laughter got louder, and even Sevatar said something in rebuttal, but unfortunately his voice was drowned out by the laughter of the other sixty-three people. Fujimaru Ritsuka casually began to set the parameters on the console, and said casually, "In order to make everyone friends, let me think, maybe we should start with everyone dying in the simulation about a hundred times?"

The Midnight Lords, who had just been beaten to death by a giant Naga in the simulation, were startled. Their laughter stopped abruptly, and after a moment of silence, there was another roar of protest. Unfortunately, the girl's soft voice easily tore through all the roars of dissatisfaction from the broadcasting system, and outputted the cold words in an unusually warm tone:

"I know a thing or two about Spartan-style hero education. After all, most of my teachers were very strict." Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a smile, "Anyway, I have arranged a personality correction package for Raikou's mother for everyone within three days. I hope that everyone will not really be crushed to death like a bug, and can put aside their past grudges at the moment of life and death and truly become 'friends' with the people around them -"

After she finished speaking, the communication between the console and the simulation room was cut off. The scene in front of the Night Lords once again changed to a residential area with a low level of civilization. The streets were paved with bluestone slabs and were only fairly wide. There were brick and wood houses that were not very solid around them. There was a small river in the distance. When the road extended to the river, there grew a vermilion wooden arch bridge.