Chapter 376 Santong: It’s terrible, does anyone still remember us? !

Isterrad, ship landing area.

Boom, boom, boom——

The Redemption Titans gathered in the roar, and the soldiers of the guard force boarded the landing ships one after another and evacuated from the planet in an orderly manner.

Ron walked out of the temporary Savior Sanctuary surrounded by the crowd.

Now, the Imperial Protection Belt Plan has been abolished, the planets in the area involved have avoided the fate of extinction, and the Tyranids on this planet have also been wiped out.

It’s time for him to return to Baal and participate in the next affairs.

Of course, nearly a thousand planets and hundreds of civilized worlds in the protection belt area are under the protection of the Savior. The Redemption Fleet will stay and continue to wipe out the remaining Leviathan tentacles.

There will also be special persons in charge to handle the affairs of those planets, so that they will be more closely connected with the Savior’s territory.

When the conditions are ripe, all planets that accept the Savior’s protection will be included in the Savior’s territory.

Anyway, the Empire doesn’t want these places anymore, so it’s better to hand them over to the Savior, who has the basis of public opinion and can be better managed.

This time, in addition to getting the Imperial Guards to gain dispatch power and prestige, the biggest gain is these planets.

That means a lot of land, minerals, biological resources, and more importantly, population and faith.

Now he is so short of population that his eyes are red. In the next stage of development of the Savior's territory, more people will have to be invested in various fields.

Especially the logistics system.

After the Galaxy Business Center project of the Internet is put into operation, the route will reach a wider area of ​​the Galaxy, and no matter how many people there are, it will not be enough.

After all, there are millions of civilized worlds and more planets in the Galaxy, and many civilized worlds are in war and need weapons and corresponding materials.

The market and demand are endless. What the Savior's territory has to do is to provide them with corresponding weapons and materials, and then absorb the local abundant resources.

In this way, it can create more value and revitalize the empire territory that has been stagnant due to the severance of routes.

Make resources flow again.

According to statistics from the logistics department, after the first batch of routes are opened, more than half of the territory's population and hundreds of billions of people will have to participate in it and shuttle between the network and the Milky Way.

These ships sailing in the channel alone are enough to build a huge economy.

In view of the pressure on management.

The logistics department decided to let other institutions and private business alliances participate.

They plan to outsource the supply of facilities, cleaning and maintenance, food and health care inside the transport ship to further promote the economy.

For example, divide small commercial areas inside the transport ship and set up some privately contracted small shops to improve the lives of logistics crew members.

These logistics crew members spend most of their lives on the ship. Too boring life may affect their mental health and lead to corruption.

In this case, a simple church prayer area cannot solve all problems.

The existence of the commercial area allows them to spend a little leisure time after work, enrich their lives and relax their bodies and minds.

This can also benefit more people.

Of course, those commercial areas must be strictly reviewed to avoid problems.

In addition to the logistics system, a special escort security system must be established, and the engineering, business and commercial departments must also be expanded.

All of these require more people.

In short, there are a lot of vacancies in the Savior Territory now, and the treatment is very good, which is the top level among the same jobs in the Empire.

It is equivalent to the paradise life in the eyes of those suffering worlds.

If the civilians of the suffering world of the Empire come to the Savior Territory, they will feel at a loss, as if this place and the Empire are not in the same galaxy.

Ron walked forward, his thoughts passing through at high speed.

The affairs of the territory are complicated, and more places need to be developed. Every move involves tens of billions of people, which is not easy.

Fortunately, the territory has a complete education system and has cultivated many talents, and all of this is shared by someone.

Most of the time, he only needs to be a mascot, and only at critical moments, he will come out to command the overall situation.

Now, it's time for him to be a mascot again.

The battle on Bal's side has ended, and it is in the process of intensive recovery and construction. He has to rush back to participate in the victory celebration.

Announce this exciting victory to the entire empire.

At the same time, the entire victory celebration will be recorded and live broadcast, and the relevant picture information will be projected to all civilized worlds within the reach of the savior's territory.

So that more humans can witness this historical moment with their own eyes.

This celebration is planned to last for nearly a few months, and will become another important moment in the long history of the empire, leaving a deep imprint in the collective memory of mankind.

In fact, the Blood Angels did not intend to make this victory celebration so big at the beginning.

In their plan, they would just build a memorial square on Baal II, erect some tall statues, and then hold a ceremony in the square.

Naturally, believers will voluntarily stay to guard those sacred statues for generations.

However, since this ceremony involves the great savior, the celebration etiquette department of the Royal Court intervened.

After evaluation, the celebration etiquette department believed that the current celebration plan of the Blood Angels was not enough to show the achievements of the savior, nor could it achieve the expected propaganda purpose.

Therefore, they overturned the celebration plan of the Blood Angels and came up with a new plan.

In the new plan, the scale of the victory celebration will be expanded to the entire Bal Galaxy. There will be many activities from top to bottom, and more imperial nobles will be invited to project images to the imperial territory that can be reached.

Let more humans share this joy.

Not only that.

The celebration will also involve commercial aspects, and related souvenirs will be produced, including small statues of heroes, canned insect meat with special prints, books, memoirs, etc.

Let the impact of this celebration be more far-reaching.

These things can generate more income, and all the income will be donated to the casualties of the war.

Improve the lives of those soldiers and their families.

For the Savior's internal affairs department, the investment in this ceremony is unlimited.

After all, the Bal Galaxy has just ended the war not long ago, and there are scars and blood everywhere. It is not suitable for the ceremony and does not match the tone of the ceremony.

Human suffering is enough, and what they need now is joy and hope.

In order to cooperate with the ceremony.

The Savior's territory has invested a huge amount of resources to carry out a comprehensive reconstruction and transformation of the entire Bal Galaxy. It will appear in front of the Empire with a brand new look.

It will convey a concept - even after experiencing a brutal war, humans, under the leadership of the Savior, have the hope of recovery, development and prosperity.

This will bring unimaginable benefits to the people of Baal.

According to Ron's previous life, the entire Baal galaxy has become an Olympic Village, and it is only built but not occupied, and a better living area will be built for them.

Of course, those unique scenic spots and cruel terrains will still be preserved.

Some special tribes can also choose to continue living in the same way as before and participate in the trials of the Blood Angels.

But in any case, their living conditions will improve, and they will be able to participate in the selection with better physique.

During the reconstruction of Baal, the entire Savior's territory also began to warm up for this celebration, and all the people will participate in this historic celebration.

Now the preparations for the celebration have entered the middle and late stages, and some imperial nobles who can arrive have also arrived one after another. As the protagonist, he must rush back to Baal in advance.

Otherwise, after such a big mess, the Savior himself will be unable to attend at the critical moment due to an accident.

That would be embarrassing.

When the Savior arrived at the landing area, the captain of the White Temple, Malakite, was reluctant to leave.

He looked eagerly: "Are you leaving here?"

"Yes."

Ron nodded and replied: "I will return to Baal, where there is a grand celebration waiting for me..."

He looked at the captain and the crowd, and found that many people were worried, probably worried about the Tyranid tentacles.

The Tyranid tentacles have not been eliminated yet, and after these people leave, the planet may become unsafe again.

"You don't have to worry, I received the latest battle report, the Redemption Fleet is fighting with the Tyranid tentacles in this area, they will not threaten here again..."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, the airspace outside the atmosphere fluctuated.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh--

One after another, warships came out of the subspace channel, occupying a large area of ​​airspace, and the shadow cast by the Savior Fleet completely obscured the surface of the planet below.

On the ground, everyone found that the sky suddenly darkened, and when they looked up, they only saw the fleet stretching outside the atmosphere.

What was even more shocking was that through the gaps between the ships, they saw a huge Tyranid mothership in the middle of the fleet, dragged by many warships and wriggling faintly.

That was the spoils of the Redemption Fleet.

This scene made everyone stunned, shocked by the Savior's military power, his army had solved the Tyranid tentacles so quickly!

Then, the Savior's hymn resounded in the atmosphere.

The Redemption Fleet used the hymn projector to express respectful greetings to the Savior.

At the same time, they informed the people of Istrad that under the shining light of the Savior, the Tyranids had been destroyed, and they no longer had to worry about the coming of war.

Moreover, the Savior's armed forces would continue to protect the planet.

Ron looked at the captain of the White Temple and the planetary governor, and smiled gently: "Now, you should be relieved. The threat of Tyran is lifted. Maybe you should worry more about the construction of the planet."

"Then these support materials..."

The planetary governor looked at the weapons and equipment that the Savior's logistics transport fleet had just delivered and was still unloading, and swallowed his saliva:

"You should transport them to where they are more needed."

This batch of weapons and equipment is of amazing value. Now that the threat of war has been lifted, he dare not leave all the support materials provided by the Savior.

The planetary governor prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the Savior would not take all of them away, even if he left a little.

Ron shook his head disapprovingly: "Since these support materials have been delivered, there is no reason to transport them back. You just need to make good use of them."

"Savior, Istrade has no way to repay your kindness!"

The planetary governor could hardly suppress the corners of his mouth that were raised, but tears were pouring down, and he looked moved.

This must be moving!

Ron nodded and ignored the matter.

He didn't want to transport these things back. The logistics transport fleet's transportation capacity was quite tight. It would delay the planned transportation plan if they were transported back and forth in vain.

This would probably result in greater losses.

What's more, Istrad will be included in the savior's territory soon, and these things are just the left hand and the right hand.

"Lord Savior..."

Malakate hesitated and finally made the presumptuous request: "Can you give the White Templar a gene seed of yours? We need it very much."

The company commander did not dare to directly say that he wanted this gene seed to study the genetic map and thereby identify the Savior as the genetic father of the White Templar.

He hoped that after having a definite result, the White Templar would formally propose to the savior to return to the embrace of the Gene Father.

"I'm afraid one is too little. I'll give you twenty."

Ron didn't think much about it.

Even if the Ultramarines return, many Chapters will not be able to obtain the supply of Ultramarines gene seeds due to reasons such as closeness, loyalty, etc.

They are still in a state of shortage of gene seeds and have even paid their blood and lives for it.

With a wave of his hand, he increased the quantity and ordered the biological sages to take out the best gene seeds from the Dream's gene bank.

This batch of gene seeds was cultivated directly using the savior's genes instead of being taken out from the bodies of warriors. It is purer and has noble adaptive properties.

It can perfectly integrate the genes of other battle groups to catalyze stronger characteristics.

In Ron's opinion, it is a good thing that the White Templar wants gene seeds. He also hopes that all war groups will use their own gene seeds.

Anyway, when the time comes, they will all be their own cubs.

This gave him a good idea. After the new batch of gene seeds are cultivated, he may be able to provide some for free to those battle groups that lack gene seeds.

"When you are done here, remember to come to Baal to participate in the victory ceremony."

Not long after, Ron personally handed the gene seed to the White Templar Captain and invited him to attend the victory celebration.

In any case, White Templar is also involved in this war.

Buzz~

The golden teleportation portal rose, and the savior led the forbidden army towards the entrance portal under the eyes of everyone.

These Custodes will also participate in the celebration on behalf of the Emperor, which can enhance the sanctity of the celebration to a greater extent.

"Lord Savior, the White Temple will arrive at Baal on time..."

Malakate watched the savior's back disappear into the golden light. He hugged the gene seeds contained in the alloy freezing equipment even tighter, and for a moment he had the illusion of blood connection.

If the genetic map of the White Templars matched that of the Savior's gene seed, he would immediately report it to the Chapter Master and rush to Baal.

The White Templars will officially return to the embrace of the Primarch of Hope on the sacred occasion of the victory celebration and under the gaze of many eyes of the Empire! ——

Barr airspace.

Whoosh——

The Dream jumped out of the subspace and stopped firmly outside Baal's atmosphere. There were more ships shuttling back and forth around it.

At some point, a larger transportation platform was built in the Baal orbit, and thousands of transport ships continued to transport supplies to the surface of Baal.

Bridge observation dome.

"It's really a miracle of construction..."

Marshal Lysias of the Forbidden Army looked at all this and not only sighed.

This is a complete transformation of the entire planet, and the speed is astonishing, more complete than any transformation the Empire has done before.

That is not simple mechanization, but to build Baal into a more perfect paradise world, which not only has good defense measures, but also takes into account the environment.

It is equivalent to reshaping the ecology of the entire planet.

The engineering intensity, transportation capacity and resource investment involved are unimaginable.

"This is the power that human beings can unleash after uniting under a good system and organization. If human beings continue to prosper, they may be able to transform the entire galaxy..."

Ron said softly.

He looked at Baal, which was undergoing vigorous reconstruction projects, and saw more green on the black and yellow surface.

This has never happened before.

Follow the plan.

After the reconstruction, Baal will no longer be a barren desert planet, but a green planet with forests, rivers, mountains and other terrains.

This level of construction is extremely difficult. Fortunately, the territory's engineering department has relevant experience. The scale and intensity of the transformation on Erth is much higher than that of Baal.

In fact, the resources invested in this reconstruction project were not as many as imagined.

Before the Battle of Baal began, the territory's engineering team evacuated soil, vegetation, organisms, water resources, etc. from many planets, which can now be used in reconstruction projects.

The main investment in the Savior's territory is machinery and human resources, including hundreds of millions of workers and more machinery and equipment.

The most expensive among them are the more than one hundred Engineering Titans.

In order to catch up with the progress.

These engineering titans are working day and night, and the loss value of these magical machines alone is quite staggering.

Not only that, because the Baal War ended a little too quickly.

The nearly 100,000 Space Marines and hundreds of millions of Astra Militarum have no other arrangements, and they all participate in the engineering work. In short, they all have to go to dust!

Ron looked at all this with considerable satisfaction.

This situation can be said to be full of vitality, all things are competing, and the scene of human prosperity is still before our eyes...

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Baal underground, cave.

This area was in slight shock, with gravel falling from time to time, and a stench filled the air.

You can still vaguely see the fragments of Tyranid bone remaining on the ground.

In the center of the cave, a mechanical light provided weak illumination.

A group of ragged Space Marines gathered together. In the center of the fire was a helmet. Inside the helmet were boiled leather of unknown meaning and insect bones without any trace of flesh.

It can be seen from the markings on their armor that they are Space Marines of the Sons of the People Chapter.

"Give me a moment, I'm ready to add the seasoning!"

The three barrels squeezed feebly to the fire and took out a small bag of precious spices produced in Feros from under the stone.

He concentrated, carefully sprinkled the pot of soup with precious seasonings, stirred it a few times, and then secretly counted the time.

About three minutes is the perfect moment for the spices to evaporate, and the soup will be the most delicious at that time!

The warriors of the Son of Man never give up the pursuit of food, even in difficult times.

Wait until the time comes.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they immediately took the helmets out of the fire, divided the soup, and each person got a piece of insect bone.

San Tong and the soldiers devoured the leather, and worked hard to dry out the last bit of marrow from the Tyranids' bones. They chewed them up and swallowed them with the soup, patting the plastron with satisfaction.

“Comfortable and delicious!”

The Son of Man chapter leader looked like he was enjoying the delicious food.

"Captain, who do these stinky leathers belong to? Even spices can't suppress the smell..."

One of the Son of Man warriors turned a little blue. It was obvious that what they had just eaten was not something delicious, but an unknown liquid that was sour, nauseating, and mixed with the stench of insects.

Even the stomachs of Space Marines couldn't bear it. You can only imagine how bad the food was.

"Shut up, are you doubting my cooking skills?"

Santong's face turned dark immediately. He couldn't handle those ingredients under such conditions, and the boy said so.

I also felt a little nauseous.

The Chapter Leader began to silently imagine that what he had just eaten was delicious broth, trying to make his experience as good as possible.

After all, in this situation, you are lucky to have something to eat and survive.

The Sons of the People Chapter has been struggling to survive in the wilderness of Baal for several months.

After receiving the support order, the Son of Man Chapter rushed to Baal immediately. However, by this time, the Tyranid attack had already begun.

Unfortunately, their broken ship was attacked by biological ships and had no defense at all.

In order to avoid the fate of annihilation.

The Sons of Man's warriors collectively used landing craft to escape from the Chapter's most valuable asset - a centuries-old battle barge with little maintenance.

After the landing ship crashed into a wilderness, they were even more desperate to find that there were no traces of human existence within the range that could be detected.

What the Sons of Man didn't know was that the location where they fell was relatively remote, hundreds of kilometers away from the fortress line built by the Savior.

And under the interference of Tyranid Shadow, no one knew that this group of unlucky people had arrived in Baal.

Afterwards, Santong and others were surrounded by endless swarms of insects.

If they hadn't used an ancient mechanical relic to shield their biological information and hide underground, they would have turned into insect excrement long ago.

During the past few days when Santong and the others were hiding in the cave, they also tried to break out to seek support, but they were soon surrounded by Tyranid aliens and could not get out at all.

To avoid more casualties.

They had no choice but to hide here and continue to wait for rescue.

Santong looked at an injured one-eyed warrior: "Toli, how long has it been since our support signal was sent?"

The one-eyed warrior thought for a moment and replied:

"Reporting to the captain, forty days and twenty hours have passed."

The reason why this reconnaissance veteran remembers it so clearly is because he was the one who sent the call for help and was seriously injured as a result.

Santong let out a long sigh:

"We may have been forgotten. If there is no rescue in three days, we will fight out and fight to the death with those damn aliens!"

Now the Son of Man Chapter is running out of ammunition and food.

They don't want to starve to death here, so they must kill a few more aliens while they still have the strength to fight.

In this way, when the soul returns to the throne, it won't be so shameful.

Boom~

There was another slight roar, and gravel fell.

The Son of Man warriors grew quiet, not even speaking loudly for fear of attracting the Tyranid bugs.

Today, there are still roars and vibrations coming from the distant surface from time to time, indicating the fierceness of the war. The roar of the Titans is still there, and the human army is still fighting fiercely against the Tyranid aliens!

"Your Majesty, the Emperor, I hope that we, the Son of Man, will not be destroyed..."

Sangu fell into silence, his face full of worry.

This apocalyptic war is still going on. Maybe the rescue they are waiting for will never arrive, and they must go out and fight to the death.

On the ground dozens of kilometers away from the cave, an Engineering Titan was working hard to drill holes and dust, causing the ground to shake violently.

Not far away, the workers took a break.

They were enjoying a delicious construction site lunch of wheat soup, thick bread, a few slices of vegetables, and starchy steaks...