Chapter 347 Ah, is this still Baal? !
Abbey Warehouse Square area.
Ron led the Chapter Masters to the square, followed by Space Marines from each Chapter.
The Blood Angels, Lamenters, Blood Swords, Aura Angels, Corpse Guards, Red Wings, Crusaders, etc., there are tens of thousands of Space Marines.
According to his words, it is lively when there are more people sharing things.
If the secret arrangements are divided among people, the effect will be greatly reduced.
Just like the annual meetings of some companies in his previous life, the grand boss always likes to convert rewards into cash and pile them up, and employees can take as many as they can count.
It made him sore.
Today.
Ron can also experience the feeling of being rich!
Actually.
If it is not the occasion it is not appropriate.
He even wants to give rewards and blessings to some meritorious warriors, including a complete set of master-level equipment, weapons, and advanced equipment from top to bottom.
Rebuild a powerful dark gold Centurion armor.
But after thinking about it, I gave up and saved it for the Emperor’s Ascension Festival later.
Now the mechanical sage in the savior's territory already has the ability to rub master-level equipment.
Able to supply master-level equipment to some powerful warriors on a small scale.
Ron himself owns many legendary weapons, some of which were picked up from brother Guilliman, and some from subspace.
But as a "melee mage", he either uses psychic powers from a distance or engages in melee combat, and rarely uses weapons.
Those weapons are mainly used to decorate the appearance on big occasions, almost equal to accessories.
Many times he didn't want to carry equipment because it was too troublesome, so he had seven or eight attendants follow behind him holding legendary weapons. At least he was in control of his momentum.
When the soldiers from each battle group arrived at the square.
There was a buzz, and there was a commotion in the crowd. Emotions surged and they shouted for the emperor.
The reddish sunlight was reflected by the holy oil and machinery everywhere, forming a dazzling light.
That is the color of holiness and wealth.
"Your Majesty the Emperor..."
The Lamenters Chapter Master Malakin's eyes widened, and his whole body was almost trembling: "With so much sacred armor, how is this possible?!"
Not only Malakin, but other Chapter Masters as well.
These elite warriors of the empire were all amazed and shocked by the unfathomable details of the savior.
Even if many of them have lived for hundreds of years, they have never seen so many weapons at once.
within sight.
The newly built large square, which is several kilometers long, is filled with equipment and vehicles.
These equipment and vehicles are stacked in different areas.
The power armor area occupies about one-fifth of the area. Ordinary power armor equipment boxes are piled up into a hill, while Terminator armor is also stacked in boxes, exuding the smell of holy oil and machinery. .
The remaining area.
It is filled with all kinds of power weapons, bolt weapons, and more than ten kinds of heavy weapons.
Dazzling.
Some of them are master-level weapons made from rare materials!
However.
That's just the equipment area.
Next to it is the wider area for heavy vehicles.
More than two thousand Centurion armors stood in the square like steel giants nearly five meters high, each armor plate shining with a cold metallic luster.
The precious and sacred armor attracted everyone's attention.
This is inevitable.
Even the First Captain of the Blood Angels and even Dante would be stunned when they saw this scene.
In fact, most battle groups cannot get together the Centurion armor of a five-man team. Those who are poorer have a set of Centurion armors passed down from generation to generation.
A more difficult battle group.
For example, the Weeper, the Man-eating Shark, etc., either do not exist, or they were destroyed in the war and cannot be repaired.
Don’t talk about large armor.
A company of theirs can be equipped with ten or eight Terminator armors, which is considered to be at its peak.
Most of the time, even regular armor is patched.
Except the Centurion Armor.
There are also thousands of battle tanks, fast attack airships and more used by Space Marines!
Dante swallowed as he watched this scene.
These are all brand new and unopened equipment and vehicles, which means that after the savior finished building these equipment and vehicles, they just piled them up in the warehouse and ignored them!
He knew that the Savior was rich, but he didn’t know that the Savior was so rich!
Even if the Baal system and the Blood Angels main group are sold, they will not be able to get so many equipment and vehicles.
What's more, the manufacturing technology of these equipment and vehicles is often in the hands of the Mechanicus. They are priceless and cannot be purchased with ordinary property and resources!
The Savior Territory is different. It not only has rich mineral resources, but also has one of the best forging worlds in the empire.
It has even vaguely replaced Mars as the core holy land of the Mechanicum.
After all, the mechanical goddess is there.
In this case, the Savior Territory can make whatever equipment it wants by itself. It is self-sufficient and there is no need to ask the Mechanicus to make it like other war groups.
That not only requires resources several times the manufacturing cost, but also often requires a long wait.
Dante took a deep breath and scanned it again.
He can roughly estimate that these equipment and vehicles are enough to arm 70,000 to 80,000 space warriors.
And the scions of Sanguinius and supporting Chapter Space Marines combined.
Less than 40,000 people!
Hiss~
Ron was a little surprised when he saw these equipments: "Why are there so many equipments, isn't it 20,000 sets, I can't stop seeing them?"
Hear the words.
Dante looked at the savior with his eyes widened in disbelief.
“Don’t you look at what you are talking about!”
He muttered in his heart: “You ordered these equipment to be shipped, don’t you know it yet!?”
This great primarch always brings a lot of shock to my old heart. I don’t know why, but the savior is obviously more than 10,000 years old.
I always feel that the other person is younger in front of him.
"Lord Savior."
The leader of the Guards, Carter, reminded appropriately, his voice emotionless: "You mentioned at the beginning that it is not convenient to clean and maintain the Space Marines' equipment with only one set, so multiple sets must be rotated.
Moreover, you also proposed to implement the rotation of armor in spring and autumn, but it was meaningless, so it was not implemented.
The best solution now determined and implemented is two sets of ordinary armor. , a set of special environment armor and a set of terminator armor"
"That's it, I said so..."
Ron thought about it.
He seemed to have mentioned this, but he didn’t pay much attention to it afterwards.
I guess I didn’t pay attention to the follow-up plan report because I was busy with more important things.
Thus ignored.
This is also one of the side effects of decentralization. Fortunately, there is no big problem.
"Trouble, the estimate was wrong and some extra equipment was shipped here..."
Ron seemed a little troubled, but he quickly waved his hand: "Oh, the luck has been shipped here, we can divide it on the spot. "
With the current production capacity of the Savior Territory, these equipment can be replenished within a few years.
Not to mention.
The latest armors and weapons have been tested, and there have been some optimizations in performance. Older equipment will be fully updated by then.
These are regarded as clearing inventory.
Dante took a deep breath and moved back a few steps.
Listen, is this human language? !
The wealth of the Savior’s territory made him feel sour. Why was the gap between people so big?
Suddenly.
Ron noticed something strange behind him and turned around.
At this moment, the chapter leaders and soldiers are looking at themselves expectantly.
"It seems that everyone is impatient for waiting, so I won't say any more nonsense..."
Ron pointed to the supplies and equipment behind him and smiled slightly: "Let's put these things together today It’s divided, everyone has a share!”
As soon as this was said.
The square boiled instantly, and the cheers of the soldiers were deafening: "Praise the great savior!" "Long live the savior!" "Loyal!"
After the savior's order was issued.
The logistics officers immediately allocated the corresponding equipment quota according to the number of people and needs of each battle group.
Then arrange many logistics personnel to guide the soldiers to select equipment in various areas of the square.
In each area, technical craftsmen will explain the specific values, firepower, advantages and disadvantages of relevant equipment, etc.
These skilled craftsmen were originally responsible for repairing equipment during the war, and naturally they were very familiar with the condition of those equipment.
For a while.
The entire square is like a lively market, with everyone happily selecting weapons and equipment according to the quota given by the logistics staff.
They compare the pros and cons and get the equipment they need or want.
“It’s great, Baal hasn’t been so lively for a long time...”
Dante looked at such a joyful scene and couldn't help but smile.
But he reacted quickly.
Aren’t we here to fight? Shouldn’t it be a heavy, tragic atmosphere that will never come back?
Why did the atmosphere suddenly become so cheerful?
For those who don’t know, I thought Barr was holding some kind of celebration.
Dante thought about it and soon felt relieved. Where there is a savior, there is always hope.
This was the case in the Hades galaxy at the beginning, and it is also the case with Baal now.
His tense heart temporarily relaxed, and he had more confidence in this war.
Ron turned his head and patted Malakin on the shoulder:
“Let’s go, I will personally take you to choose the equipment, you can take whatever you like!”
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He promised on the way here that he would give the Weeper the best equipment.
Lifetime warranty plus replacement.
If you have any problems or lack of equipment, just use special communication to contact logistics and send it to you.
As long as it is within the empire, there is no place that cannot be delivered by logistics.
Of course.
If you are in a war zone, it may be slower, and you will have to arrange armed forces to fight your way out.
Anyway.
These hapless crybabies no longer have to worry about logistics.
Actually.
In view of the goal of 100,000 space warriors proposed by the Savior, the logistics system has prepared corresponding resources and materials in advance.
Three hundred Wailers are not a burden to the Savior Territory. They have raised 70,000 Space Marines, so they are not short of such a small number of people.
Even if it is doubled several times, it is not a problem.
And in this way, you can gain more respect and loyalty, and accumulate more prestige.
"Let's do this, we don't have to choose the armor, just follow the standards!"
Ron led Malakin and the other Cryers straight to the armor area and arranged a savior for them Standard equipment treatment for Space Marines. That's four sets of armor for one person.
Two sets of normal armor, one set of special armor and one set of Terminator armor!
"Lord Savior, this... is a bit too much, isn't it?"
Malakin swallowed, a little in disbelief. The Lamenter alone... four sets of armor?
What a gift this is!
Although the Savior made a promise before.
But before arriving at the square, the best result he could imagine was to get an ordinary piece of armor alone.
If the Savior is merciful, it would be even better if he could provide another ten or eight pieces of Terminator armor.
After all, even large war groups are not willing to give these rare equipment to others so easily.
Before coming to Bar.
The armors of the Lamenters were all broken, and one set for each person was too much. The new blood warriors even had to share a set of armors for training.
It is estimated that none of the Space Marines of the Empire will be more miserable than them.
But now.
They have four sets of armor per person, all of them are terminators!
“Where are there more?”
Ron didn't give Malakin a chance to refuse, and waved his hand: "That's the standard, how can it be changed so easily, that's it!"
After that.
He took the crying people to the weapons area again.
They are carefully equipped with the most suitable weapon sets, from head to toe.
In addition to this there is a set of spare equipment, a set of spare equipment for the spare equipment.
Not to mention explosive bombs, grenades, artillery shells, landmines and other ammunition. There is an unlimited supply, and you can take away as much as you can.
The main character is a tyrant.
Because the ammunition production capacity of the Savior’s territory was increased too quickly, there was too much ammunition reserve in the arsenal.
A lot of the ammunition is from more than ten years ago. If it can't be fired anymore, it may become moldy.
What’s more, the newly manufactured ammunition is still waiting to be put into storage.
To clear inventory.
The Logistics Department brought over almost all the backlog of ammunition, which was enough to blow up the entire Baal system several times.
After the Weeper’s armor, weapons, ammunition and other supplies have been replenished.
Ron led them to the vehicle area again and asked them to choose suitable heavy armor, vehicles, etc.
“What a great and fascinating creation…”
Malakin looked up at the shining sacred Centurion armor, his heart filled with longing.
Not just him.
The same goes for the entire Lamenter warriors.
Once upon a time.
The Weeper also dreams of forming a team of five Destroyers to roam among the enemy.
More than ten years ago.
They took out the resources they had accumulated for nearly a hundred years and finally purchased two second-hand refurbished Destroyer Centurion armors from the Mechanicus.
This made the whole group very excited.
That was the first time they had such a large armor, and they were one step closer to forming a Destroyer team!
However.
The weeper did not remain excited for long before he met a tragic fate again.
On their way back from picking up the goods, they unfortunately encountered Chaos Pirates.
He was robbed on the spot.
The Weepers watched helplessly as the two hundred-long armors that had been carefully cared for, wiped, and bought before being used on the battlefield were roughly driven away by the Chaos pirates.
That moment.
Their dream of being a Destroyer Squad was shattered, leaving eternal pain in their hearts.
But now.
The Weeper's dream seems to have another chance to come true.
These once heartbroken people stood before the sacred armor again!
"Lord Savior..."
Malakin had thoroughly understood the spirit of the great savior, and boldly made his request: "The Lamenters Chapter needs five...five Centurion armors!"
But after saying that, He added a little unconfidently:
"Of course, if you are kind enough to give us two, we will gladly accept it."
Ron frowned and thought about something, and then looked towards The other party: "Five units are too few, let's start with fifty units as a base!"
Hearing this.
Malakin and other Lamenter warriors almost fainted from happiness.
But they still told the Savior sadly:
The Weeper only needs fifteen Centurion armors, and that is already the limit.
They don't have the ability to maintain any more Centurion armor.
“What a pity.”
Ron looked at the wailers:
"Just remember it first. When you need it later, I will ship the other thirty-five units to you."
He As if he remembered something, he turned around and took out a few pieces of equipment from the equipment box and stuffed them into the arms of these crying people:
"By the way, there are these, you guys should take them too..."
After Malakin saw the equipment handed over by the savior, he called the Emperor directly again.
Because what the savior randomly thrust over was several pieces of master-level equipment.
In the entire Lamenter, only Malakin has two pieces of master-level equipment, which shows how rare master-level equipment is.
As for the legendary equipment, it is exclusive to the Primarch, the Galactic Leader and the Lord of Chaos.
Mara Jin and other warriors held master-level equipment and turned around to put these precious things away for the time being.
“Wait a minute!”
Ron stopped the opponent and opened another equipment box, which contained five or six master-level power fist gloves.
The manufacturing technology of these gloves is obtained from fragments of an ancient STC. The combination of the barbed power blades and serrated knives on the gloves creates greater destructive power.
He pointed to the power gloves: "You can take these with you too..."
Several members of Malakin's bodyguards use power gloves as their main weapons. This batch is a little bit... The dusty weapons were just right for them, which moved the crying people deeply.
The Weepers, led by the Savior, spent a dreamy day.
Just walked around the square.
All of them were armed layer by layer, and also received fifteen Centurion armors and ten pieces of master-level equipment.
Beyond that.
There are also many battle tanks, fast attack airships and so on.
We even got a brand new battle barge about 2.5 kilometers long!
The Savior was so generous and merciful that the Lamenters Chapter was resurrected with full health.
Malakin was deeply moved.
He led the soldiers to kneel down on one knee and offered their loyalty to the great savior.
As time goes by.
The Space Marines in the square have received their own new equipment and vehicles.
After the distribution of supplies and equipment, the Savior’s technical craftsmen provided additional considerate services to the soldiers.
They used advanced painting technology to complete the painting transformation of equipment and vehicles according to the needs of each battle group.
Making those equipment and vehicles fully integrated into different battle groups.
Three days later.
The Space Marines of each chapter wear brand-new equipment covered with holy oil, paying respect and even loyalty to the great savior.
This generous being.
The strength of each battle group has been greatly improved, and it has also won the love of the soldiers.
Soon.
The distribution of materials and equipment is completely completed.
The equipment of each battle group has been upgraded to luxurious configurations, which looks quite impressive.
The soldiers dispersed and took the time to adapt to their new equipment.
……
In the airspace near Baal, inside the cabin of the ship with the huge white slogan.
The man-eating shark has just extinguished the flames burning from the engine, and the billowing smoke has not yet dissipated.
“Can the engine still start?”
Tiberos asked the technical sergeant rather heartbrokenly.
He knew that this old ship would have problems sooner or later, but he didn't expect that it would happen at such a critical time.
However.
The chapter leader received a negative result. It will take more time to repair the ship's engine.
And there is no guarantee that it can be repaired, after all, it was burned to this horrible state.
The big white slogan was completely lost.
Fortunately.
They also have a small battle barge in the belly of the ship.
To reach your destination as quickly as possible.
Tiberos had no choice but to lead four companies of soldiers and several antique Dreadnoughts, and squeezed into the small battle barge.
People stick to people.
Hang Chi Hang Chi heads to Baal.
Finally.
The small combat barge of the Man-Eating Shark sailed into Baal's low-Earth orbit and followed the guidance to fly to the ground.
“Emperor, is this still Baal?”
Tiberos looked at the scene in front of him with disbelief on his face.
In view.
A long line of transport fleets flew in from a distance. The line was so long that the tail flames and front lights were like twinkling galaxies.
Gunboats, elevators, and large transport vehicles deliver an endless stream of supplies to the monastery.
What’s even more terrifying is.
There are several Holy Titans and more large-scale engineering equipment moving among the mountains in the distance.
“Did that old guy Dante move the Adeptus Mechanicus to Baal?”
Tiberos was amazed and looked at each other with the director of the think tank.
He moved with difficulty from the narrow space to the observation window so that he could see more clearly.
Everything clear in his field of vision confirmed that he had seen correctly before.
Baal is now rich!
Tiberos got such a result.
He was very happy and looked at the think tank director:
"I think 24 sets of Terminator armors are a bit too little. Dante at least... must give us at least 48 sets of Terminator armors. Armor! ”
The Chapter Master boldly doubled the supply requirements!
suddenly.
Tiberos seemed to have seen something and was a little disdainful: "Hey, are those unlucky ones from the Lamenters here too?"
(End of this chapter)