Chapter 381: The Galaxy is About to Get Lively
"The galaxy is about to get lively."
Arthur and Romulus returned to the Dawnstar Sector nearly two years apart.
By this time, Dawnstar had been streamlined. The great Regent had directly taken over a series of affairs, quickly dealing with redundant issues, and promoting a new round of construction covering the entire sector.
This included the construction of large-scale shipyard anchorages and the deployment of various permanent interstellar fortresses, as if he had clicked 'Eternal Vigilance' and started building like crazy.
After dealing with the affairs within the Maelstrom Zone, Arthur returned with the three Chapters that participated in the 'First Midnight Sector Expedition'.
The issue of the Ghoul Stars was handed over to the Maelstrom Zone. After all, there had to be a reason for increasing troops. Once the situation on both sides of the wormhole stabilized, Cawl and Trazyn would lead a team from the Science Hub to conduct detailed research on this wormhole.
Originally, Arthur planned to go himself, but he was held back by a large group of Dark Angel Knights of the Round Table.
With Lord Ramesses's guarantee, they wouldn't say much about the wormhole, after all, although this lord had a sharp tongue, he always spoke the truth.
And they wouldn't say anything if he wandered around within the galaxy, but the environment of the Ghoul Stars was so complex, warp travel for large fleets was a problem, not to mention a bunch of monsters, and the strategic priority was extremely low. There was no need for the Primarch to risk himself. Specific strategies and tactics could be left to the Pyrewing to arrange, guaranteed to be arranged clearly.
Thinking it made sense, Arthur followed the advice.
As the Maelstrom Zone stabilized, the Dark Angels quickly completed the diversion there.
Part of them presided over the consolidation of the successful expedition to the 'Midnight' Sector, and part followed the Lamenters towards Octarius.
Octarius, a large Ork Empire entrenched in the west of the Ultima Segmentum, south of the Maelstrom, containing hundreds of Ork systems, its scope almost comparable to Ultramar. The Orks inside were highly developed due to years of fighting. Planets occupied by these Ork Warlords were almost covered with war machines and fully armed Ork Nobz.
This Ork Empire was very special. If nothing unexpected happened, in the future, this would become the bastion of the galaxy resisting the largest Tyranid invasion in history.
The two sides would fight and evolve in this sector, and the winner would completely absorb the bones of the loser, eventually bringing infinite shock to the galaxy.
Of course, compared to the monster bred in the future by some idiotic Inquisitor who blew up hundreds of planets in the Imperium to establish a quarantine zone and finally let the Tyranids and Orks fight each other, the current Octarius was just so-so, and even internally conflicted, not unified.
Arthur's goal was also to weaken this Ork Empire as much as possible, rather than keeping this group of unstable factors to breed monsters with Hive Fleet Leviathan, which was about to invade the galactic core from below the galactic plane.
Amidst the expressions of 'this feels right' from a group of Dark Angel veterans, the Lord of Knights changed his usual meticulous handling of conquered sectors. Instead, after destroying the orbital defense facilities of Ork worlds one by one, he decisively initiated Exterminatus.
He didn't care much whether these worlds occupied by Orks for a long time had recovery value, nor did he want to delay too much time on this matter. The purpose was simply to eliminate these xenos threats as much as possible relying on foresight.
The Lamenters scouted ahead, responsible for drawing out the biggest threats, and the Dark Angels followed behind to bomb, very efficiently.
Bombing all the way from the galactic core to the Dawnstar Sector.
"On the return journey, we also carried out an extermination strike on Urk, but we are not sure if Thraka is dead."
After recounting his experience, Arthur added.
Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka, the future Ork leader, led two consecutive Ork attacks on Armageddon. Judging by its actions, the purpose should be to retake the homeworld of the Ullanor Ork Empire of the 30k era.
The strongest, most WAAAGH! Ork Warlord.
It was born on 'Urk', a planet that disappeared since the War of the Beast and no longer existed in Imperial records. Even the old Farseer Ulthran prophesied its location thousands of years in advance and went to Terra to look through files but couldn't find it.
Of course, it might exist, but everyone felt that with the intensity of the Battle Royale on Terra, it probably couldn't be found.
But coincidentally, this was a planet conquered by the Dark Angels during the Great Crusade, recorded as Urokkas in Imperial archives at the time.
Even more coincidentally, some of the Dark Angels who conquered this planet back then were Arthur's subordinates.
But as for the effect, Arthur wasn't very sure.
After all, Orks also had two warp gods, plus the terrifying adaptability of Orks that basically could grow out of the ground on any habitable planet, it was hard to guarantee they wouldn't grow from elsewhere.
"Do our best and leave the rest to fate."
Romulus replied, his hand correcting documents non-stop even during internal activities.
At the next table, Drakus was holding a fishing rod. Without affecting the communication of the four at all, he relied on a delicate magnetic hook to silently carry away the approved documents, then hook on the paper documents needing approval and swing them back. The whole action looked a bit comical.
"I think so too."
Arthur nodded slightly.
They had a calm attitude towards whether this series of processes could achieve the ideal effect. Just like the space station restructuring its orbit outside the window at this moment, some projects were destined to take time to verify.
Establishing a little advantage with foresight was enough. Relying too much on this specialness easily turned one into an Eldar. It was better to honestly do what one could do.
"By the way, is the naturalization plan for the Ashen Claws done? I happen to be approving the supplies for the Chapters participating in the Feast of Blades, so I can do it together."
Romulus pushed a document aside, mumbled while eating a cake with excessive sugar content, and asked without looking up.
He thought the Imperial Fists' Feast of Blades was a pretty good event. Before Arthur and the others returned, he pondered and organized a similar one, referring to the Grand Army Competition, and set up relevant commendation processes.
Many Chapters were invited this time, many of which came to the Dawnstar Sector for the first time and needed supply arrangements.
He originally wanted to organize one for the Astra Militarum too, but the scale was too large, so he started with a smaller one first, and would continue if the effect was good.
"Sent it to you."
Arthur responded vaguely while biting a straw, taking a sip of soda, and also looked down to examine the Dawnstar Sector Internal Threat Report investigated by the Lamenters and submitted by the Dark Angels.
Busy—
Very busy.
The Victrix Guard and Dark Angels gathered around on standby. No one chose to disturb the Dawnbreakers' gathering and relaxation time at this moment.
They would guard this peace with their lives.
Although it was hard to call it relaxation.
While gratified and longing, both sides couldn't help but look to the other side.
On the other side of the long table, the style of the two red existences was completely different from the busyness here.
Karna and Ramesses, who were almost liberated as soon as they returned to the Dawnstar System, were now comfortably enjoying the delicacies on the table. Seasonal fruits from Agri-Worlds glowed invitingly under the light, and perfectly roasted meats emitted tantalizing aromas.
"Delicious, right?"
Karna asked with a smile.
As soon as the brothers came back, he dragged everyone to a dinner party, not caring much about the state of the two workaholics essentially changing office locations.
Although everyone was busy with their own things, at least everyone was here, right?
That was enough.
"..."
Ramesses kept stuffing food into his mouth, screaming in his heart 'this 21st-century taste is authentic', while giving a thumbs up.
The plate in front of him was already piled into a small mountain, but he was still stuffing freshly cut roast meat into his mouth, cheeks bulging like a satisfied hamster.
The warm light of the restaurant penetrated the tense and serious working atmosphere next door, plating the two with a lazy golden edge.
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