Chapter 197 4, Reorganization of the Astartes Legion

"Lord Regent, you reorganized the interstellar regiment again. Do you still not trust our loyalty?"

When a regiment leader of a sub-regiment asked this sharp question, most of the representatives of the interstellar regiments in the meeting room all perked up.

This is also the question they want to ask. The concentration of power in the Military Affairs Department will inevitably greatly reduce the autonomy of the interstellar regiments.

Most interstellar sub-regiments have only a thousand people. This number leaves them with almost no room to fight against power. If their autonomy is further reduced, won't they be at the mercy of others?

Faced with such questions, Guilliman did not show any displeasure on his face.

Because he understood very well that the Astartes monks did not have much ambition to seek power. All they wanted was to protect themselves.

In the past ten thousand years, because of the Astartes Codex, these bloody soldiers were often fooled by the power of mortals because they could not unite.

With the blood of demigods flowing in their veins, they not only had to devote their lives to the empire, but also had to be on guard against the backstabs of bureaucrats at all times.

This contributed to their sensitivity to power.

Guilliman calmed down and answered the question seriously.

"On the contrary, this is not to doubt your loyalty, but to affirm your loyalty. The issuance of this decree is not only for the concept of expedition, but also for the protection of the Astartes brothers."

"In the past, I issued the "Astartes Code" only for that special period of helplessness."

"Now that the Empire has new communication facilities, when this decree is issued, the Star Corps can unite with his brothers to form a larger legion. The size of the Empire's legion will be restored to more than 10,000 people, and the reason why the Military Affairs Department wants to concentrate power is to be more flexible in facing various war situations in future wars."

Guilliman rigorously explained each question.

The "Astartes Code" was born during the special period of the Horus Heresy.

Guilliman's original intention of formulating this bill was just to get through those difficult years and reduce the impact of the rebellion on the empire that was on the verge of collapse at that time.

He himself did not expect that this holy book could be used for 10,000 years, and now it is inevitable to make adjustments.

Hear Guilliman's answer.

The eyes of the representatives of many interstellar regiments lit up unconsciously.

Although Guilliman did not say it explicitly, everyone in the meeting knew very well what the restoration of the 10,000-man regiment meant to the Astartes.

A 1,000-man sub-regiment might be fooled by bureaucrats, but a 10,000-man legion would hardly have this trouble.

Why did the Space Wolves dare to throw the Inquisitor into the pigsty?

It was precisely because of their unity.

"My Lord Regent, thank you for your answer and the trust you have in our loyalty."

The Chapter Master said from the bottom of his heart.

Dukel witnessed the conversation between the Regent and the Chapter Master.

In fact, it was he who first proposed to restore the Space Marines to the size of a 10,000-man regiment.

For the Second Great Crusade related to the revival of mankind, the Space Marines' current loose structure of one regiment per 1,000 people is completely unable to support the large-scale legion combat mode that may be faced in the future.

And more importantly, the Empire today does not need to fear the rebellion of the Space Marines at all.

It is not that Dukel is self-righteous and disdains the power of the Space Marines.

But when this system with virtual technology as the underlying architecture was established, it was destined that Duker would almost never lose control of the Empire.

Imagine that even if a large army really launched a rebellion one day in the future-

Duker only needed to cut off their virtual communication and star map navigation, and they would immediately lose their sense of direction in the interstellar space and become deaf and blind.

If the Emperor happened to set off a subspace storm in the warp at this time.

They would also become cripples who could not jump to the stars at the same time.

A deaf, blind, and lame interstellar warband, the impact of their rebellion on the Empire was almost negligible.

The question of the warband leader received a satisfactory answer.

But more doubts about the new bill, like snowflakes, came to the regent.

The meeting entered a boring question-and-answer session.

Although the regent was still able to answer each question humbly and politely.

But the other primarchs were a little tired.

Half a day later.

Little Sanguinius was the first to break the deadlock. He sat on the throne and yawned seemingly unintentionally.

The Blood Angels on the side immediately understood and gathered.

Then Dante ignored Sanguinius' "protest" and forcibly took their Gene Father out of the meeting room on the grounds that the Primarch was unwell.

The Lion King frowned slightly after seeing this scene.

Soon, a Dark Angel hurried over at the right time and handed a paper document to him.

The lion looked at the document, first with his eyes narrowed, then with his eyes wide open.

Then he stepped down from the throne and left in a hurry.

No one dared to stop him, and no one dared to ask the reason.

Seeing this, Dukel looked at the Regent.

Ignoring the other party's eyes to retain him, Dukel swaggered out of the meeting room.

"My Lord Regent, those Hive Worlds that absorb soldiers and the Death Worlds with low value, do they also need to be reformed?"

"Lord Regent, the new recruits of the Astra Militarum need to undergo rigorous training. Can they meet the needs of war?"

"Lord Regent, do we have to use the taxes of the people of the Empire to support the development of those backward primitive worlds?"

"Lord Regent, it is rumored that you have a close relationship with Evelyne of the Death Army, and it is said that there are half-eldar Space Marines in the Ultramarines Legion"

"Lord Regent"

Only Guilliman was left, drowned by the dense questioning.

After leaving the conference hall, Ducker soon came to a secret room.

There was a guest waiting here for a long time. Ducker needed this guest to complete some secret things in order to consolidate his achievements in the upcoming Great Crusade.

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Zhoni Carriman sat alone in the room, stroking her long hair as red as flames. This slightly curly long hair and bright color almost became a symbol of her alone in the border area of ​​the galaxy.

However, she was a little nervous, not knowing how this conspicuous long hair would be evaluated in the eyes of the great primarch.

Her fingers gently slid across her smooth face and equally bright red lips.

Zhoni's face was full of the wildness and arrogance unique to the people of the galactic border. As a lady who was in charge of a huge merchant dynasty at a young age, she should not have shown the attitude of a little girl.

But when she thought of the great being she was about to face, her heart beat wildly.

Zhoni looked at herself again. Her hot body and decent clothes made her look like a blooming red rose. Her every move had a charm that men could not resist.

She knew very well what extraordinary significance this meeting would have for her and her merchant dynasty.

If the merchant wanderers were the last pioneering courage of the empire.

Then this great being was the embodiment of the courage of the empire.

Even a lady like her who was in charge of a huge dynasty and had created a great reputation in the galactic border could not help but admire him after hearing about his epic deeds.

She longed to have more understanding and more contact with him. She licked her lips slightly with a dry mouth, thinking about random things in her mind.

Suddenly, Zhuoni thought of the great figure of the original body, and her thoughts became more and more crooked. I don’t know what she thought of, her fair face flushed.

At this time, the sound of "dong dong dong" sounded, and a heavy and powerful footsteps were approaching here.

Zhuoni’s mood also became more and more nervous at the same time.

The great existence has not yet entered the room, and the air in this room has become hot because of the other party’s arrival.

Zhuoni felt that her whole body was in the flames of courage. When she melted into this flame and gradually got used to it.

The feeling was so comfortable, like old leather. The precious courage became so familiar that people could no longer remember other feelings.

A man who was three times taller than her walked in.

At this time, Duker was not wearing armor. The reliable heavy armor on the battlefield was extremely inconvenient in daily life, so he just wore a black robe.

The muscles full of power, like a beast, are about to burst out from this fragile robe, coupled with the handsome face that is enough to make billions of girls in the galaxy cry.

Zhoni naturally bowed his head shyly,

"Greetings to you, the Supreme Imperial Warmaster, it is my supreme honor to meet you here alone."

Zhoni humbly said, performing an elegant and complicated etiquette.

Although she lowered her head at this moment, her eyes still uncontrollably glanced at the other party's wild muscles.

She thought that if the other party threw her down at this moment, she would definitely be unable to resist.

But what made her feel sorry was that Duker did nothing, but just asked,

"The current patriarch of the Kariman Merchant Dynasty?"

"Yes, sir." Zhuoni tried his best to keep his voice stable.

"Do you know why I summoned you here alone?" Duker asked again.

"I dare not speculate rashly, please give me some enlightenment, sir."

Dukeer nodded, "I need you to unify the scattered merchant dynasties, follow my will to establish an effective merchant system, and more actively explore the frontiers of the empire. In my vision of the future, the merchant dynasty is an indispensable force."

"But sir, I have no intention of going against your will." Talking about business, Zhuoni's shy expression gradually faded and became capable, "With the raging of the subspace storm, the merchant fleet is always facing the crisis of overturning. Under such circumstances, it is difficult for us to enforce your will."

Zhuoni showed the qualities that a merchant overlord should have.

Being able to make a great reputation in the frontier of the galaxy, she naturally cannot be a simple and beautiful vase.

"You don't need to worry about these problems, you just need to offer your loyalty to me."

Dukeer continued, "There are tens of thousands of merchant dynasties in the galaxy. Do you know why I chose you?"

Zhuoni shook his head in confusion.

Although her dynasty was powerful, it was only above average in terms of power, and there was nothing worthy of the Primarch's attention.

Could it be that the Primarch was attracted by her beauty?

Glancing at the Primarch's perfect muscle lines that looked like a work of art, she began to think wildly again.

"Because I saw your last name, Kariman." Duker said slowly.

Zhuoni raised her head in confusion. Even she herself didn't know what was special about this last name.

Seeing her reaction, Duker felt a little sad.

Ten thousand years is indeed too long, enough to bury many truths in the dust of history.

It is normal for this name to be forgotten.

"Kariman, that is the name of my home planet. There are multiple segments in the suffix of your last name that point to it, so I guess that your ancestors may also be remnants of that planet."

Hearing this, Zhuoni looked shocked.

Seeing her like this, Dukel smiled, and then continued,

"Karyman, even though this ancient pearl has long been destroyed in the disaster. But it can still be used as a reason for me to choose you, can't it?"

"I have some selfish intentions, because the family that came out of the same star makes me feel the long-lost nostalgia. At the same time, I also believe that you will not let me down. Do you think my idea is correct? Ms. Zhuoni."

Zhuoni felt the flame-like gaze of the original body staring at her. While she felt stressed, she was also very honored to answer,

"As you hoped, Kareman remains loyal to the Empire."

Duker nodded with satisfaction.

Then he promised her that he would send Void Realm Priests and Mechanic Priests to transform the fleet of the Kareman Trader Dynasty, and transmit the knowledge about the Imperial Beacon to her.

Although in the short term, the main goal of the empire's strategy is still the main body of the galaxy, this does not prevent Duker from entrusting the Hong Merchant Dynasty to build the beacon of the empire on the borders of the galaxy in advance.

With the blessing of these technologies, the Hongshang family will be free from the intrusion of subspace. But accordingly, the Kareman dynasty must offer their loyalty to Dulquer and carry out his will without hesitation.

After clarifying the general direction, Duker stood up and left.

Next, Efilar will be responsible for connecting with the Rong Merchant Dynasty.

"Wait a minute, sir." Zhuoni looked at Dukel who was about to leave with some reluctance.

She spoke with some restraint, "Sir, thank you for informing us of our lost home planet. This information is crucial to the Kareman family. Zhuoni has a gracious request. Can you allow me to call you " 'Ancestor'."

Zhuoni considered his words and spoke slowly.

She had no reason to doubt the information told by Duker, and in the history books of their dynasty, records about their home planet were indeed lost.

In this vast and vast galaxy, the loneliness of floating among the stars without knowing its origin and destination is an extremely painful experience for any family.

Zhuoni's words were filled with true feelings.

What's more important is that this shrewd merchant clan leader wants to use this relationship to cling to the original body in front of him.

There is nothing shameful in this. The war commander in front of him is the supreme power of the empire. No noble will be willing to miss the opportunity to cling to the other party.

"Ancestor?" Dukel chuckled,

"That title is too young for me, little girl."

After the words fell, Duker walked out of the living room.

Zhuoni was left sitting alone in the room, looking a little disappointed.