Chapter 346 The miserable cryer, the savior!
"Sorry, please wait a moment..."
Fearing that she would make a mistake, Fuli quickly lowered her head to look at the cargo data on the data board.
If we miss some equipment, it will be a big trouble.
She was calculating something in a low voice:
"The Space Marine's individual supporting equipment includes two sets of conventional power armor, one set of special environment combat armor, and one set of Terminator armor...
Power weapon suit, bolter suit..."
Soon.
Fuli breathed a sigh of relief, raised her head and smiled: "It's 20,000 sets, please sign for it!"
Huh? ? ?
Karan's whole body was numb, and he smiled stiffly: "Is this how our savior's equipment is calculated?"
Fuli felt strange:
"Yes, this Isn’t it a standard requirement for space warriors?”
The space warriors in the Savior Territory all have two sets of regular power armor that they wear in rotation on a daily basis, and one set of special combat armor that can be adjusted and added to adapt to high-pressure environments. and a suit of Terminator armor.
That is, four standard sets of power armor.
It is said that a new model of special armor is still under development and will be equipped by then.
Also equipped with customized, different types of power weapon sets, bolt weapon sets, and several heavy weapons.
These are regular maintenance and replacement, training of the machine soul, and bathing in the sacred light.
Keeps your equipment in perfect condition.
Unlike some old equipment, the machine spirit is too violent and easy to lose control. During the battle, it has to be maintained to avoid problems such as jamming, inaccuracy and even crash.
This is why the Blood Angels feel that the weapons given by the Savior feel super good.
It’s like they’ve been driving classic cars that could explode or fall apart at any time for a long time, and suddenly they’re driving a brand new supercar. Doesn’t it feel like they can’t take off?
Hearing Fuli’s question, Karan almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
He took a look at the armor he wore for nearly a hundred years and had been repaired countless times, and he roared in his heart:
"Emperor, what the hell is that standard of luxury?
The standard is that this set of armor on my body has not been changed in a hundred years, and that set of Terminator armor is from more than 300 years ago, and it is only an ordinary model, not a high-end product made by a master forger! ”
Unless it is a legendary piece of equipment created by a master forger, using special materials or endowed with some kind of energy, it can withstand the test of time.
Even the performance will be further enhanced.< br>
The performance of other equipment will age and degrade over time
Not to mention.
Those equipment are not like the equipment produced by the savior, which can be bathed in sacred light and improve the ability to withstand corrosion.
"Your Excellency Karan?"
Fuli reminded politely, pushed the data pad forward, and motioned for the other party to sign.
Karan came back to her senses in embarrassment.
He took the data pad and signed it, then swallowed a mouthful of old blood and smiled more reluctantly: "You are right, Space Marines are this standard."
It must be this standard.
You can’t say that you are poor in front of other logistics personnel, right?
Karaen suddenly thought of the possibility that he had imagined before but now seemed to be possible.
His voice trembled slightly, hoping to get an accurate answer: "Ms. Fuli, are all these equipment and supplies for us Blood Angels?"
These equipment and supplies are enough for us. The entire Blood Angels have become richer than they have struggled for hundreds of years.
Karan looked at Fuli expectantly, but saw the other party shake his head, which made his eyesight darken.
The sweet dream was shattered instantly, his heart... died!
However.
The other person’s next words made his heart rise from the abyss to heaven.
"I was about to tell you that about one-third of this equipment was given to the Blood Angels by the Savior, as well as three hundred Centurion armors."
Fuli flipped through the data on the data board, raised her head and said: "I have sent you the specific list, and the remaining equipment should be distributed by a dedicated person in charge."
"Praise the savior, I didn’t expect that the savior would favor us so much!”
Karaen was deeply moved.
After all, with these equipment and materials, the Blood Angels can reduce a lot of casualties in the next battle.
Fuli put away the data pad and ended the communication with a smile: "Your Excellency Karan, the handover task is completed, I wish you a happy day!"
Karaen looked at Fuli's retreating back and sighed with emotion:
"The savior's subordinates make people feel really good, much better than those officials of the empire..."
He Looking through the list sent by Ms. Fuli, he used the communication to tell Lord Dante the exciting news.
After.
Karaen turned around and scolded the Blood Angels who were looking at their equipment:
"What are you doing standing here stupidly? Come quickly and move the equipment to the warehouse!"
It's too profane that these sacred equipment are piled on the ground like this, especially those Centurion armors.
What if there is too much dust on it and the machine spirit becomes displeased?
Looking at the equipment piled up in the square, the first company commander suddenly had happy worries.
It seems like their warehouse can’t accommodate so much equipment and supplies?
Actually.
The equipment and materials for these space warriors are only a small part of the materials shipped by the Savior's transport fleet.
More large equipment and vehicles simply don’t have enough space to load and unload.
The workers responsible for loading and unloading had no choice but to contact the engineering team to temporarily build a larger square in the desert.
Dong dong dong——
The roaring footsteps attracted Kara'an's attention. It was the huge sacred machine - the Titan of the Redemption Project.
No matter how many times.
These behemoths can give people a deep shock.
Karaen looked up and couldn't help but sigh:
"In the entire galaxy, I'm afraid our savior is the only one who can use these sacred machines like this, right?"
This first company commander has unknowingly regarded himself as a subordinate of the savior.
Desert construction area, Redemption Project Titan's huge shovels flattened the towering sand dunes, using high pressure and high temperature to shape the sand and turn it into a solid ground.
In this way, the engineering team built large squares one after another.
In the distant area, more engineering titans and machinery are active.
Today.
The evacuation of mortals in the Baal Galaxy has been completed, and a large number of large-scale construction machinery has landed on various planets for construction.
Those construction machines will quickly transform this galaxy, build fortifications and arm them.
Build the planets in the entire galaxy into an unbreakable fortress!
Suddenly.
Karaen saw the familiar and gorgeous battleship in low-Earth orbit.
There is no doubt that she is the car of the savior!
The company commander was full of excitement and ran towards the main fortress area of the monastery. He was going to meet the Savior...
——
The main fortress of Cangqiongweiting. On top of it, sits the Blood Angels' main strategy room.
The dozen or so people present were enveloped in a tight silence. The Blood Angels think tank and executive officers looked at Dante on the main seat.
Dante, on the other hand, looked at the central holographic tactical device and remained silent.
Actually.
He was in a daze.
"Lord, aren't you going to say a few words?" Mephiston asked.
The Leviathan Hive Fleet is approaching, and the battle is imminent.
As usual.
Dante, the Chapter Master, should preside over the Red Blood War Council, formulate combat strategies and boost the morale of the warriors.
“Huh?”
Dante came back to his senses and met everyone’s gaze: “Didn’t I just formulate a strategy? The descendants of Sanguinius will listen to the Savior in everything. .
Isn’t this the best strategy? ”
Everyone looked at each other, they couldn't refute it at all, that indeed seemed to be the best strategy.
Mephiston was silent for a long time, and finally said:
"The Lord is wise..."
Dante nodded and fell into a daze again.
Anyway, the savior is coming soon, so I can just be a servitor with peace of mind.
He is the sharp ax in the hands of the Savior. He will chop wherever the Savior tells him to.
The door to the main strategy room opens.
A tall figure wearing a dark gold robe with extraordinary bearing walked in, followed by several commander-looking figures.
Seeing this, everyone stood up from their seats and saluted solemnly:
“Your savior.”
Ron nodded, raised his hand and pressed it gently: "Everyone, sit down."
Dante seemed to have seen a savior.
He breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly came forward to welcome Ron to the main seat: "Sir Savior, please sit down!"
Conducting a large-scale battle is such an important and exhausting mission, It would be better to leave it to the great savior.
After the savior sat down, Dante sat down on the left side, looking attentive to orders.
"Let me just say a few words..."
Ron gently raised his hand to project the star map of the Baal Galaxy. The outer area of the star map showed the abominable appearance of the Leviathan Hive Fleet.
Intimidating.
“Everyone knows that the Tyranids are about to arrive.
According to the latest research of our biological great sages, the Hive Mind is not just a simple beast, it can think, feel, and hate. Will crave, it has rich emotions
now.
Leviathan's hive mind stared at Baal through its countless eyes.
It knows that our warriors have resisted numerous Tyranid swarms for a long time, not only burning its feeding grounds, crushing its fleets, and hindering the expansion of the swarm in the galaxy.
So, Leviathan launched a revenge, starting from the Vitria Galaxy, the Hades Galaxy, and finally arriving at the Baal Galaxy..."
He looked at the people in the main strategy room with a solemn expression:< br>
"This is a deliberate act, well thought out, and contains malice.
That means we have no way out. The Tyranid Hive will arrive in Baal in a month. We must put the insects here. The Hive Will is completely defeated, otherwise it will chase us to the end of the galaxy.
Fortunately, we are not without resistance, and many reinforcements and equipment have arrived in Baal.
In the name of the savior and the Primarch of Hope, I assure you that under my leadership, Baal will not be destroyed, and the Leviathan Hive Mind will end here! ”
The messianic promise dispelled people's fears and excited think tanks and executives.
They all expressed their utmost respect for the Savior and swore to obey the orders without reservation and sacrifice.
Ron stopped the boiling atmosphere in the main strategy room and raised his hand to signal Taco and the two military affairs department assistants to come forward:
"My deputy Taco and the military affairs department will serve as the The commander-in-chief of this battle will direct the battle in the name of the savior, and it will be up to him to communicate with you on the following related matters..."
He will not stay in the command room to direct large-scale battles. This extremely brain-consuming task should be left to more professional people.
This will give you a few more years of life.
After all, a being as powerful as Guilliman would be exhausted from long-term command duties. Not only did his hairline move, but his face also had many wrinkles, and his body was gradually aging.
Ron thought.
It seems that Guilliman is still on his way to the subspace. I don’t know if he can make it there?
If we can get there in time.
That would be an extremely powerful boost, making this battle easier.
After.
Ron added two more sentences.
He told the Blood Angels that he had also found alien allies, including a greenskin tribe and the Tau Empire fleet.
They will participate in this battle together and resist Leviathan in the outer star field. To this.
The Blood Angels don't have any objections. It is nothing new for humans to form alliances with aliens to fight.
Not to mention.
In the battle of the Hades Galaxy, it was the Savior who enlisted the cooperation of the Necrons to turn the tide of the war.
Of course.
Some people are still surprised.
They could not imagine how the Savior could convince those chaotic, barbaric, and brainless greenskins.
In the end it can only be attributed to the power of the original body.
After Ron briefly talked about these things, he ended the mission.
The next work will be taken care of by Taco and other commanders.
They had to stay in the main strategy room to formulate a specific combat strategy and command framework, including the Savior Armed Forces, the Blood Angels and their sub-groups, and all supporting forces.
Coordinated command operations.
Ron stood up and left the main strategy room.
He also had to go around and meet the Space Marines of various battle groups to boost people's morale.
That is also one of the main jobs of the Savior.
Dante followed the savior, looking like he was learning secretly. This is what a leader should do!
He thought about how he had worked so hard to take care of all his responsibilities.
I feel a little tearful when I have to formulate strategies and command while also fighting on the front line.
It’s so bitter.
The savior is still cool, and he can achieve better results by doing so.
"Emperor, I must learn from the Savior!"
Dante sighed in his heart: "It would be great if the Blood Angels could have commanders who could oversee the overall situation on their behalf..."
He thought of the Zhongsi Academy established by the Savior, where most of the outstanding commanders graduated.
The chapter leader secretly made a decision.
After the Battle of Baal is over, ask for a quota from the Savior and send some people there to study and fully absorb the advanced experience of the Savior!
......
The Scarlet Blood Temple.
Karaen moved forward with the crowd, heading to the temple to meet that great being.
Hundreds of noble heroes of the empire crowded on the path in front of the temple. The exhaust fumes of power armor, the smell of engine oil and the aroma of incense flowing from the brazier blended together.
It makes the surrounding blend into a sacred mechanical smell.
The Sons of Sanguinius wore armor ranging from black to red, white to gold, and these various paint colors could not hide their common blood.
In addition to these sons of Sanguinius, there were many warriors from other bloodlines in the crowd who came to support.
Karaen sighed when he saw the conspicuous yellow armor not far away.
That bloodline had just experienced a brutal battle, and there were less than three hundred people left.
I heard that when they returned from the battlefield.
The whole regiment was crowded into a small barge, and all the armor on their bodies was not complete. The armor parts of many soldiers were urgently ripped off from the bodies of their dead brothers.
It’s hard to imagine what they encountered.
But even so.
These warriors still rushed back to the Baal home planet to participate in the war against the Tyranids. Although the enemy was powerful, they were determined to die without regrets!
"Maraquin..."
Karan called the other person, wanting to talk to the melancholy warrior and tell him some good news.
But at this time.
The bronze door opened with a bang, and the sacred hymn to the Savior flowed out.
See this.
He had no choice but to regain his bearings and follow the crowd into the hall.
Within the hall.
The indifferent red sunlight shines in through the armored glass windows, and the scenery on the distant horizon is unobstructed, with towering rocks and deserts falling straight down in the Well of Angels.
The red sunlight fell and turned into sacred gold somewhere.
Everyone looked up.
A living miracle sits on a throne of pure gold, with white birds flying in the sky, surrounded by hundreds of mortal children wearing white robes and singing hymns.
It was a huge warrior wearing black gold armor.
On his head is a golden laurel wreath, his expression is gentle yet majestic, and on both sides of his body are several legendary weapons held by attendants.
Everyone knows.
The miracle in front of us is Ron Grant, the primarch of hope and savior of the empire, the man who saved countless lives from the dark side of the empire.
In an instant,
The sound of armor clashing sounded at the same time. The soldiers clenched their fists and pressed their chests, lowering their heads to pay high respect to this existence.
Ron looked at these imperial warriors who paid tribute on the adamantine throne.
At this moment.
He felt the respect these elite warriors of the Empire had for the Primarch and the Emperor's own son.
In fact, the savior suddenly returned to the empire, and his prestige was not enough.
So the soldiers just paid their respects.
Suppose the Primarch of the Ultramarines and the Regent Guilliman arrive.
All warriors, including Dante, will kneel down and offer all their loyalty.
That prestige alone is a powerful force that is difficult to match.
There are too many war groups within the empire's territory, at least one million Space Marines.
That in itself is an extremely huge force, which means that wherever the regent goes, he can summon a huge army on the spot.
Soldiers are all loyal.
This is also the reason why Ron comes out as much as possible, he has to accumulate more prestige.
Prepare to regain more dark side areas in the future.
As long as it has enough prestige and strong weapons, the savior's rule will be unstoppable.
In the hall.
The hymn stopped at some point, causing the scene to fall into silence.
"Angels of the Emperor, the threat of Tyranids has brought you all together here."
Ron looked at everyone and finally said:
"What is coming It will test you. When you look up, you cannot see the stars in the sky. The swarms of Tyranid insects have blocked their light.
You will marvel at how many abominations they can send, wondering if there is any limit to them, and your psykers and Librarians will tell you how terrifying the blinding, painful shadows of the Warp truly are.
You will see all this and think that we are unable to win..."
He slowly stood up from the adamantine throne, and his figure became taller and taller in the light:
"But I tell you in the name of the Primarch of Hope that we will win, and we will slay the swarms with swords, bolters, violent artillery fire and iron frenzy..."
Ron issued an impassioned speech The speech inspired the soldiers to shout the name of the savior
Immediately afterwards.
He walked down the steps step by step and walked towards the crowd, passing by every soldier.
I want to remember every warrior’s face in my heart.
Wherever the savior glanced, the soldiers all straightened their bodies and looked increasingly solemn.
However.
His gaze paused somewhere.
“Isn’t this too tragic?”
Ron saw a Chapter Master wearing yellow armor. The armor was covered with scars and blood stains that could not be removed. Some parts even You can see the patch applied.
But after he saw the emblem on the Chapter Leader, he understood instantly.
That's the Weeper Chapter.
The empire's most loyal and most unlucky crybaby.
The history of the Weeper Chapter is a history of tragedy. It seems to be riddled with bad luck. Every battle is extremely unlucky. Either it encounters an enemy that cannot be resisted, it is ambushed and dumped, or it is accidentally attacked by friendly forces. spread.
This also led to the lack of equipment and personnel of the Lamenters. Every time they recovered and went into battle, they quickly went bankrupt again in the battle.
The equipment is gone before you even warm it up.
It is simply the poorest and most unlucky war group in the empire, worse than the man-eating sharks.
Moreover, the Man-Eating Shark accidentally tricked the Weeper during the Badab War, resulting in a less than harmonious relationship between the two parties.
Ron walked up to the leader of the Lamenters Chapter:
"Malakin..."
A hint of flattery appeared on Malakin's melancholy face : "Lord Savior, do you know me?"
"Of course!"
Ron said sincerely: "No one knows the loyalty and bravery of the Lamenters. No one will forget your legend and sacrifice. You will receive the treatment you deserve..."
"Cherished. Man, we die with honor!"
The Primarch's praise brought tears to the eyes of the Chapter Master of the Lamenters.
The Weepers have always been ignored and unrecognized. They are considered to have no results and rarely receive supplies from the empire.
I have been wronged for too long!
This scene also moved the soldiers present.
Ron patted Malakin on the shoulder and looked at the Chapter Leaders:
"In order to cope with this war, I have prepared Terminator armor and Centurion armor. Many equipment and vehicles, if you need to replenish equipment, just come with me..."
"The savior!"
Hearing this, the chapter leaders showed excited expressions. .
They had more respect and affection for the Savior.
For a Space Marine, armor and weapons are like their lives.
Good equipment can not only help them achieve more results, but also save more lives.
More importantly.
They fight all year round and are indeed not very wealthy.
Subsequently.
Ron led Malakin and the Chapter Leaders to the warehouse area. He decided to divide all the Space Marine equipment and vehicles in stock in public.
This will not only improve morale, but also shock people's hearts.
Of course.
The Weeper Chapter is a bit miserable and needs to be taken care of!
...
When Ron led everyone to distribute equipment, the airspace near Baal.
The white giant struggled to jump out of the subspace passage. The dilapidated subspace engine delayed them in the passage for too long.
However.
Before the old ship could continue sailing, billowing smoke was visible to the naked eye from somewhere on the ship's hull.
There was obviously something wrong with the ship's engine.
Broken down...
(End of this chapter)