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.
Blood Angels, Lamenters, Blood Swords, Nimbus 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 many 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 feel sour.
now.
Ron can also experience the feeling of a rich man!
Actually.
If it's not the occasion it's not appropriate.
He even wanted 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.
Build another 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 he picked up from brother Guilliman, and some of which he bought 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 for decoration on big occasions, and are almost equal to accessories.
Many times he was unwilling to carry equipment because it was too troublesome, so he would let 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 buzzing sound, and the crowd was in commotion, with emotions surging and shouting for the emperor.
The reddish sunlight was reflected by the holy oil and machinery everywhere, forming a dazzling light.
It is the color of holiness and wealth.
"Your Majesty the Emperor..."
The Lamenters Chapter Master Malakin's eyes widened, and almost his whole body was trembling: "With so many sacred armors, how is this possible?!"
Not just Malakin, but the other Chapter Masters as well.
The elite warriors of these empires 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.
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, with 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.
Not to mention large armor.
Their company can be equipped with ten or eight pieces of Terminator armor, which is considered to be at its peak.
Most of the time, even regular armor is patched.
Except for 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 built 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 were sold, they would not be able to obtain so many equipment and vehicles.
What's more, the manufacturing technology of these equipment and vehicles is often in the hands of the Mechanicus, which is 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 Mechanicus.
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 does not need to ask the Mechanicus to manufacture it like other chapters.
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.
He could roughly estimate that these equipment and vehicles were enough to arm 70,000 to 80,000 space warriors.
And the scions of Sanguinius and supporting Chapter Space Marines combined.
There are less than 40,000 people!
Hiss~
Ron was also a little surprised when he saw these equipment: "Why are there so many equipments? Isn't it 20,000 sets? I can't stop looking at 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 already over 10,000 years old.
I always feel that the other person is younger in front of him.
"Lord Savior."
Carter, the leader of the Guards, reminded appropriately, his voice emotionless: "You mentioned before 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 a spring and autumn rotation of armor, but it was meaningless, so it was not implemented.
The optimal solution now determined and implemented is two sets of ordinary armor, one set of special environment armor and one set of Terminator armor. "
"I see, that's what I said..."
Ron thought about it.
He seemed to have mentioned this, but he didn't pay much attention to it afterwards.
It is estimated that I did not pay attention to the follow-up plan report because I was busy with more important things.
thus ignored.
This can be regarded as one of the side effects of decentralization, but fortunately there is no big problem.
"Trouble, my estimate was wrong and I shipped some extra equipment..."
Ron seemed a little troubled, but he quickly waved his hand: "Oh, luck has come, we can divide it on the spot, it's not that bad."
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 on the ground, and there have been some optimizations in terms of performance. The old equipment will be fully updated by then.
These are regarded as clearing inventory.
Dante took a deep breath and took a few steps back.
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 were looking at him 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, smiled slightly and said: "We will divide these things today, everyone has a share!"
As soon as this statement came out.
The square erupted instantly, and the cheers of the soldiers were deafening: "Praise the great savior!" "Long live the savior!" "Loyalty!"
After the savior's order was given.
Logistics officers immediately allocated corresponding equipment quotas based on the number of people and needs of each battle group.
Then many logistics personnel were arranged to guide the soldiers to select equipment in various areas of the square.
In each area, technical craftsmen explain the specific values, firepower, advantages and disadvantages of relevant equipment, etc.
These skilled craftsmen were originally responsible for repairing equipment during the war, so they naturally knew the condition of those equipment.
For a while.
The entire square was 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 like.
"It's great. Barr 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 all here to fight? Shouldn’t there be a heavy, tragic atmosphere that will never come back?
Why did the atmosphere suddenly become so cheerful?
Those who didn’t know better 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 gained 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 get whatever you like!"
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 the logistics department and send it over.
As long as it is within the empire, there is no place that cannot be delivered by logistics.
certainly.
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.
"Well, we don't have to choose armor, we just have to follow the standards!"
Ron led Malakin and the other Cryers straight to the armor area, and arranged for them the standard equipment treatment of the Savior 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 little too much, isn't it?"
Malakin swallowed, a little in disbelief. There was only one Weeper...four sets of armor?
What a gift!
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.
It would be even better if the Savior, in his mercy, could provide ten more pieces of eight-piece 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 are more miserable than them.
But now.
Each of them has four sets of armor, and all of them are terminators!
"Where's the excess?"
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.
He took the Cries 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 backup set of equipment, a backup set of backup equipment.
Not to mention explosives, grenades, artillery shells, landmines and other ammunition, there is no limit to the 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 Territory was increased too quickly, too much ammunition reserves were accumulated in the arsenal.
Many of the ammunition are from more than ten years ago. If they can't be fired anymore, they may become moldy.
What's more, the newly manufactured ammunition is still waiting to be put into storage.
To clear inventory.
The Logistics Department pulled 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 are replenished.
Ron led them to the vehicle area 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.
It's not just him.
The same goes for the entire Lamenter warriors.
once Upon a time.
The Lamenter 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 Adeptus Mechanicus.
This made the whole group very excited.
That was the first time they had such 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 Wailers watched helplessly as the two hundred-year-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 seemed to have another chance to come true.
These once heartbroken people stood before the sacred armor again!
"Lord Savior..."
Malakin has thoroughly understood the trenches of the great savior, and boldly made his request: "The Lamenters Chapter needs five...five Centurion armors!"
But after he finished speaking, he added a little unconfidently:
"Of course, if you are kind and willing to give us two, we will gladly accept it."
Ron frowned and thought about something, then looked at the other party: "Five units are too few, let's start with fifty units!"
Hear the words.
Malakin and other Lamenter warriors almost fainted from happiness.
But they still told the Savior sadly:
The Weeper only needs fifteen Centurion armors, which is already the limit.
They did not have the ability to maintain any more Centurion armor.
"What a pity."
Ron looked at the mourners:
"Then remember it for now. When you need it later, I will ship the other thirty-five units to you."
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 also these, you can also take them..."
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.
Within the entire Lamenter, only Malajin can possess 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.
Malakin and other warriors held master-level equipment and turned around to put these precious items away for the time being.
"Wait a moment!"
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 was obtained from fragments of an ancient STC. The combination of the barbed power blades and serrated knives on the gloves created greater destructive power.
He pointed to the power gloves: "You can take these with you too..."
Several of Malakin's personal guards used power fists as their primary weapons. These dusty weapons were just right for them, which moved the crying people.
The weepers spent a dreamy day under the leadership of the Savior.
Just walking around the square.
All of them got layer after layer of weapons, and also got fifteen Centurion armors and ten master-level equipment.
In addition.
There are many battle tanks, speed attack airships, etc.
They also got a brand new battle barge about 2.5 kilometers long!
The Savior is so generous and kind that the Lamenters have been revived with full blood.
Malakin was deeply moved.
He led the warriors to kneel on one knee and offer loyalty to the great Savior.
As time passed.
The Space Marines in the square all got their own brand new equipment and vehicles.
After the distribution of supplies and equipment, the Savior's technical craftsmen provided additional caring services to the warriors.
They used advanced painting technology to complete the painting transformation of equipment and vehicles according to the needs of each regiment.
So that those equipment and vehicles are fully integrated into different regiments.
Three days later.
The Space Marines of each regiment wore brand new equipment smeared with holy oil, paying tribute and even loyalty to the great savior.
This generous existence.
The strength of each regiment has been greatly improved, and it has also won the love of the warriors.
Soon.
The distribution of materials and equipment was completely completed.
The equipment of each regiment has been upgraded to a luxurious configuration, which looks quite luxurious.
The warriors dispersed and took the time to adapt to their new equipment.
...
In the airspace near Baal, in the cabin of the White Mouth.
The Man-eating Shark had just put out the flames burning from the engine, and the billowing smoke had not yet dissipated.
"Can the engine still start?"
Tiberus asked the technical sergeant with a heartache.
He knew that this old guy would have problems sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to have problems at such a critical time.
However.
The commander of the regiment received a negative result. It would take more time to repair the ship's engine.
And there was no guarantee that it could be repaired, after all, it was burned into such a ghost.
The White Mouth was completely grounded.
Fortunately.
There was a small battle barge in their belly.
In order to reach the destination as soon as possible.
Tiberus had to lead four companies of soldiers and several old antique dreadnoughts and squeeze into the small battle barge.
People were close to each other.
They went to Baal with great effort.
Finally.
The small battle barge of the Shark entered Baal's low-Earth orbit and flew to the ground according to the instructions.
"Emperor, is this still Baal?"
Tiberus looked at the scene in front of him with disbelief.
In the field of vision.
A long line of transport fleets flew from afar, the team was so long, the tail flames and the lights at the front were like flickering galaxies.
Gunboats, elevators and large transport vehicles transported an endless series of supplies to the monastery.
Even more terrifying was.
Several sacred Titans and more large engineering equipment were moving between the mountains in the distance.
"Did old Dante move the Mechanicus to Baal?"
Tiberus exclaimed, and looked at the director of the think tank.
He struggled to move from the narrow space to the observation window to see more clearly.
Everything clear in his vision confirmed that he was not wrong before.
Baal is now rich!
Tiberus got such a result.
He was very happy and looked at the director of the think tank:
"I think 24 sets of Terminator armor are a bit too little, Dante at least... at least give us 48 sets of Terminator armor!"
The chapter leader boldly doubled the supply demand!
Suddenly.
Tiberus seemed to have seen something, and said with some disdain: "Tsk, those unlucky guys of the Weepers are here too?"
