The matter of marriage was only mentioned in passing; after all, his parents were even willing to relax the engagement he was supposed to have had since childhood for his sake, let alone pressuring him to marry.
However, for Zeke, after he completed his knight link, he found himself with a lot of free time.
He had become a knight, and no longer needed to be taught etiquette by the clan's butlers and attendants as he did when he was a child.
Unfortunately, the daily morning prayers and the chanting of the family chronicle still had to be done.
When he was a child, the family chronicle was several times taller than him. Now that he had grown to a height of 2.2 meters, the stacked catalog of the family chronicle was still several times his height—
Zeke was inexplicably bewildered. Why was this the case?
Could it be that what he saw when he was little wasn't even the catalog?
As always, an entire morning was dedicated to prayer and chanting the family chronicle. Although more than 10 years had passed like this, Zeke still found it somewhat unacceptable.
This was simply too much of a waste of time.
But there was nothing he could do; even though he had become a knight, he still had to abide by the clan's rules.
In the morning, he could only bitterly recite these things here.
In the afternoon, the Yaeger House was somewhat more accommodating.
The clan at least gave its knights an afternoon to arrange what they wanted to do, whether it was attending classes or inspecting their territories.
Undoubtedly, Zeke chose to inspect his territory. After all, he had become a knight, and it was now necessary to check on the Astartes troops he had assembled.
Of course, in his words, they were certainly not Astartes; they were merely ordinary Astra Militarum Human Assault Teams.
After all, Astartes are beings with two hearts and three lungs, but the humans under him were just ordinary humans with one heart and two lungs.
This was the crushing superiority of higher Gene Modification, and it also served to illustrate that his troops were merely ordinary Astra Militarum and not Space Marines.
Zeke walked out of his clan's main gate, where a shuttle was already waiting.
As Zeke took his seat, the shuttle slowly started and moved towards its destination.
His 500 ordinary Astartes troops were waiting for him at the training base on the asteroid. Although they already had the physique and reaction speed of Astartes, and even equipment more powerful than that of Astartes, practical combat experience was also very important.
As the shuttle arrived at the asteroid training base, he slowly disembarked from his shuttle, and what greeted his eyes were his ordinary Space Defense Forces appearing before him.
As the eldest son of the high king, how could he only have a troop of 500 soldiers?
That was too few.
In fact, besides those 500 Space Marines, he also had approximately 10,000 private soldiers in the form of Astra Militarum.
This was also a powerful armed force. Unlike the Astra Militarum in various regions of the Imperium of Man, his troops had standardized equipment.
These Astra Militarum soldiers, who belonged to him, wore power armour crafted from ceramite. Advanced technology ensured that ordinary human bodies could also operate these armors that were originally meant to be worn by Astartes.
And in the hands of these Astra Militarum soldiers were standard-issue plasma guns, weakened countless times, barely meeting manufacturing requirements for an Assault Team.
Again, although the world he was in was also a stellar civilization, the technology was simply too distorted.
Most of the Stellaris technology simply could not be realized here; technology also requires a foundation and cannot be conjured out of thin air.
These ordinary Energy weapons were only 5 times more powerful than the standard-issue Energy weapons currently equipped by the Imperium of Man.
Their strength was limited.
But the good news was that their cost was half as cheap.
In addition to these standard-issue energy weapons, his Astra Militarum troops were also equipped with a very crude power sword.
Logically, melee weapons should not be issued to stellar forces at all.
But after all, Warhammer is like this; Warhammer is a peculiar universe where boarding actions are frequent, so his ordinary troops must also have melee weapons.
Lest, when faced with an enemy Astartes or chaos Warband boarding, his Astra Militarum have no weapons to fight back with.
These power swords were not produced using an STC template ; don't ask, because the Terran Dominion simply did not have enough resources to produce power swords at this stage.
Technology requires lower-level technology to build higher-level weapons, and his current STC template did not contain anything about power swords that could be built at his current technological level.
These power swords were simplified versions he had crafted himself during this time, based on the various knowledge he had acquired.
Due to the low technological foundation, he could barely use his local industrial equipment for production, but the output was not high at all.
It had been two years since the production of this power sword began, and he had only managed to accumulate 10,000 of them.
But setting all that aside, at least from another perspective, his Zeke's knight Lance formation was far stronger than others'.
He truly had 10,500 armors here.
Although only 500 of them were qualified supersoldiers, and the other 10,000 were only partially combat-effective, such an armed force was sufficient to ensure his survival in small-scale battles.
"Sir," seeing Zeke walking towards them, the two ordinary soldiers guarding the gate gave Zeke an Aquila Salute.
"No need for formalities. How is the Assault Team's training going now? Have they met the standards and requirements?"
Zeke didn't go in to see for himself; instead, he chatted with the soldiers at the gate.
"Reporting, Sir, the Assault Team's training is quite good. Currently, the Assault Team's combat effectiveness is roughly equivalent to 10 of us ordinary soldiers."
These few soldiers guarding the gate were used to it. Basically, every time Zeke came, he would not enter the training ground but would directly ask them.
As for how to answer the question of what level the Assault Team's combat effectiveness had reached?
Of course, it was by asking how many ordinary soldiers like them an Assault Team was equivalent to.
Upon hearing this, Zeke raised an eyebrow. Overall, he found the combat effectiveness of his Assault Team somewhat unacceptable.
He had spent a lot of money equipping them with top-tier weapons and equipment, and even their Gene Modification had cost a great deal of effort and resources.
Now, to tell him that an Assault Team could only defeat 10 ordinary soldiers, wasn't that nonsense?
Had his money been wasted?
Even if his own ordinary soldiers had also undergone a certain degree of Gene Modification, the extent of Gene Modification was not as high as that of the Astartes he had created.
Zeke was somewhat dissatisfied with the combat effectiveness of his 500 personal guards.
"It's not enough, far from enough. Have them train in the automated training room. Their combat effectiveness, in my opinion, is very insufficient."
"Given this level of combat effectiveness, your ordinary Lance formation soldiers will be issued 5 months' salary as a bonus, while the Assault Team members' salaries for this month will be halved."
Zeke was not a devil, so he naturally wouldn't, unlike others, withhold salaries from his private soldiers.
He would still issue them and use this method to motivate his 10,500 supersoldiers .
If the Assault Team's combat effectiveness reached his satisfaction, then this month's bonus would be given to the Assault Team members. If the ordinary soldiers reached his satisfaction, then this bonus would be given to the ordinary Assault Team members.
This would promote healthy competition and make the Assault Team feel immense pressure, because although ordinary soldiers had not undergone Gene Modification surgery like them, they were only about half as good.
With sufficient training, while they might not be able to achieve a one-for-one exchange with them, the Assault Team would certainly face significant restrictions if they wanted to eliminate his ordinary soldiers.
After discussing this month's rewards, Zeke did not continue to converse with the guards but instead walked into his small military base.
He had a new idea in his mind: he was going to develop new weapons and equipment.
Although the STC template contained a large amount of top-tier technology, this technology was simply a bit too advanced.
The current Imperium of Man simply could not fully comprehend it; without sufficient foundational technology, these advanced technologies could not be implemented at all.
Therefore, Zeke could only find some technologies from Stellaris that could be used in the Imperium of Man.
For example, he was currently researching how to improve the Imperium of Man's existing Lance technology to increase the power of the Lance by about 50%.
Once he finished researching this, he could use it on his void warship.