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But he was defeated in every one-on-one battle.
Wang Xiulun couldn't help but feel resentful towards the High Lord's arrangements after being pulled away from the Allied forces at several crucial moments when they were about to quell the Great Whirlpool. It was clearly the Astartes warriors who were fighting to the death on the front lines, but in the end, they had to listen to the arrangements of those incompetent mortals and lose one opportunity after another to achieve victory in one battle.
Ultimately, he convened a secret meeting with the other Maelstrom Guardian Chapters and wrote his "Just Separation Accusation," which explained his intention to separate the Maelstrom region from any connection with neighboring sectors.
He wanted to emulate the previous Angron and Peturabo and establish autonomy in the sector near the Great Vortex!
Wang Xiulun believed that only in this way could the Astartes solve the remaining problems of the Great Vortex and better serve humanity and the Emperor.
—Instead of that corrupt and incompetent human empire ruled by the High Lords!
Clearly, from now on he will stop paying taxes and devote all the resources of the Badab sector to the war in the Great Vortex.
This is rebellion!
The Highlords, who had previously claimed that "even the landlords have no surplus grain" and couldn't even send out a single warband, suddenly assembled several Space Marine legions, which were about to march in a mighty force toward the Badab Sector.
The two sides accused each other of being traitors, and tensions were running high.
This is the moment when Casca awakens.
If Casgar doesn't intervene at this time, the Badab War will soon officially begin. In the fierce civil war, King Huron will eventually be defeated in a one-on-one fight and will be seriously injured. He will then be led into the vortex by his subordinates (mini version of the Honor Guard) and defect to Chaos!
Soon, Wang Xiulun, who possessed the power of farming, would continuously recruit soldiers and horses in the Great Vortex, gather heroes and build a large-scale "Red Pirates" army. Taking advantage of the geographical advantages of the Great Vortex, they would harass planets within the Empire at all times. In the end, even Guilliman, who had awakened, was killed by them and captured alive.
Compared to other latent threats, the Badab War is relatively easy to deal with. Without the intervention of Primarch-level forces, it is ultimately just a civil war within the Empire.
If handled properly and both sides exercise restraint, Casca might not even need to intervene personally.
If this opportunity could be used to solve the Great Vortex problem, Wang Xiulun, a talented and ambitious man skilled in farming, would naturally not want to miss it.
Most importantly, another group involved in the Badab War was suspected to be the sons of the Emperor.
The Red Scorpion faction.
According to current intelligence in Casca, the Red Scorpion Chapter, as one of the representatives of the Imperial forces in the Badab Wars, is renowned for its pursuit of perfect purity. Furthermore, this chapter has always remained tight-lipped about the origin of its gene-seeds, refusing to reveal it.
Of course, this information is all from the original timeline.
Today, the Sons of the Emperor, as a heroic legion from an ancient era, enjoy unparalleled honor within the Empire. The Sons of the Emperor are even the only Astartes chapter that can wear the Imperial Eagle Crest.
"I suppose the Red Scorpion of this era would proudly consider himself the son of an emperor."
He still needs to lie low for now, to bide his time and quietly develop until he has enough power to support his military coup.
The first step was to contact his descendants, who would be ten thousand years in the future, through the Red Scorpion Legion.
With the assistance of his most direct battle group's mother group, it's only a matter of time before he can build a super legion that unites various forces and commands overwhelming support.
The Captain of the Kasgo Trade Lords is recruiting Void Shipwrights.
[Short-term and long-term workers eat and live the same, get canned meat every month, and the water is always clean. Long-term workers are paid 3 Limit Coins a year, while short-term workers only get one Limit Coin per trip.]
At the front of the long line that Casca was standing in, a rather fierce-looking guy was walking back and forth shouting using a sonic array device.
"...What the heck is ExtremeCoin?"
Blasphemy!
Who...who changed our First Empire's Throne Coin to the Second Empire's Extreme Coin?
"Guilliman, do you really like the Second Reich that much...?"
Kasga wanted to complain, but he ultimately chose to remain silent.
The procession moved quickly. Most trade ships didn't have any requirements for recruiting workers for the void ships—they were just consumables that could be used to death. As long as someone looked like a human and didn't have any obvious diseases, the inspectors at the front would let them freely into the ship's cabin.
These people don't care about wages; as long as they can find a place to eat and stay, they'll scramble to get in like crazy.
Just like now, the examiner simply had Casca, who was psychic in the form of a young man, open his mouth to check his teeth before immediately granting him entry.
A human being with normal appearance, who has not been genetically modified or contaminated by radiation.
Pure-blooded human!
—The human empire is currently teeming with people like this.
Perhaps due to Guilliman's seven thousand years of operational experience, there are some oddballs in Kaska's team now, but most of the humans have human appearances.
That's enough.
There is currently nothing that looks completely unlike a human.
......
"Next, you will explain your work schedule: 16 standard Terra hours followed by an 8 standard Terra hour break, and then continue."
"Okay, if you understand, go back and prepare to claim your own resting bed. We'll meet here again after one Terra time!"
After a short "training" session on recognizing work hours, Casca and his colleagues received their "employee benefits."
A small bottle of recycled water, a packet of nutritious paste with plenty of energy, and a can of meat made from some unknown type of meat.
Holding what he was holding, Casca quickly stuffed it into his stomach.
Although Space Marines are said to have stomachs of steel, they have still genuinely been starving for ten thousand years and haven't eaten anything.
As for the virus and hygiene issues ten thousand years from now, just kidding. Kaska is someone who can eat food made by Aqua, the Second Company Commander of the Imperial Prince. She has that much tolerance.
It's all that Grey Knight's fault... and that nonsensical ultimate decree!
Ugh!
Without them, perhaps Casca could have joined the Imperial Chapter much sooner under the Planetary Governor's arrangement.
Why would anyone need to work on this trading ship to make a living?
After finishing the not-so-sumptuous lunch, Casca headed to his quarters—as temporary workers recruited for the trade ship, their quarters on the lower deck could only be described as rudimentary.
Just by opening that large, rusty iron gate, you can smell a stench of decay and mold that hits you.
The entire dormitory room seemed to be full of people.
"All our sacrifices and dedications are for that great being. Continue to serve, children of the stars."
"The call of the Lord of the Stars is approaching, we—"
Shh! Shut up, someone's coming—
The guys seemed to be talking about something before Casca arrived, but when they saw Casca's arrival, the crowd scattered instantly, looking somewhat embarrassed.
They look alike, appearing to be a family from the same planet, and none of them have hair.
"Hello, new worker."
One of them smiled and looked at Casgar.
"Would you be interested in learning more about our Savior and Emperor, the Great Lord of the Stars?"
......
Casca: "......"
To be honest, when he walked through that door and saw that everyone in the group had purple skin and a hard lump on their bald heads, Casca was actually devastated.
I'm so sneaky!
Chicken thief, also known as gene stealer.
This is a pioneering force deployed by the Tyranid swarm to other intelligent species in advance—they infect the local intelligent races and establish a large family within their sphere of influence by spreading contaminated thoughts and genes.
Simultaneously, under the control of the Hive Mind, they will send beacons indicating their location to the Terran Swarm fleet and instigate internal strife during the Hive fleet's invasion to disrupt the defending forces' operations.
Ultimately, along with all the intelligent life in the area, it was completely devoured by the Zerg hive fleet, turning into biomass that was contributed to the Tyranid swarm.
Some of the gene-stealers who flee at the first sign of trouble will escape to the dwelling place of another intelligent species, becoming the next target of the Zerg hive fleet, emitting signals like teleportation beacons, and so on in a continuous cycle.
This genetic cognitive bias leads them to believe that the approaching Zerg fleet is their savior, or even the incarnation of some kind of emperor.
The emperor's statue... in their eyes had four arms.
It's not surprising that some cunning and shrewd people would appear here.
Currently, the world of Alteramar 500 is under attack by the Leviathan Hive fleet. As a planet belonging to the same extreme star system, it is normal for the cunning creatures here to become more active due to the arrival of the Hive fleet.
Although Guilliman made a significant contribution by mitigating pollution and radiation problems in various nest cities through his millennia of diligent governance and by ensuring the health of subsequent human offspring.
Perhaps the lower-level hives will all fall into ruin and decay, but they will certainly not become the dens of chaos, orcs, cultists, cunning gangs, and pirate groups as they were in the original 40K.
Unfortunately, it seems that after Guilliman's serious injury, the various systems that were originally strictly enforced were also wiped out by the passage of time.
After about three thousand years of rule by the High Lords... the dilapidated old car that is the human empire seems to be accelerating towards the abyss of depravity!
It's only been two thousand years since the glorious Great Expeditions turned into a war of wild beasts teeming with insects.
"I'm sorry, I don't believe in the existence of God."
"I only believe in the truth of the Empire."
Casca really wanted to start burning it right away.
However, he cannot easily eliminate all the corruption from the aliens at present.
Even his psionic flames were useless—the cunning influence came from genetic modifications, the kind that couldn't be reversed even if you wanted to.
"Since you have refused the Lord of the Stars' gift..."
Then-
The clan members looked at each other, as if they were communicating through their own cunning psionic chat channel.
Logically speaking, beings who resolutely refuse the blessing of the Lord of the Stars should be directly dragged over and forcibly "baptized," becoming one of them under the call of the great patriarch.
However, their unique psychic perception allows them to instantly recognize the strength of the person in front of them.
If he were forcibly brought before the clan leader, the clan leader himself would be the first to die.
So...
"So, we can just get along well?"
The cunning men's eyes cleared up.
......
For the next few weeks, Casgar remained wary of these gene-stealers who were praising the four-armed god-emperor.
Just after realizing that a thief had infiltrated the ship, Kasgar seized an opportunity and used his psionic flames to incinerate their patriarch, who was hiding in the ship's ventilation ducts, into ashes.
These first-generation cunning individuals are extremely difficult to deal with; the substances they launch can even contaminate the genes of normal humans, making them the next hosts of the cunning cult.
This item must not be kept.
As for the remaining workers...
Casca's primary task at present is to resolve the crisis of the Badab War as quickly as possible without attracting too much attention.
He didn't have time to explain to anyone why these people had to be burned to ashes. What if the Ministry of Justice used him to fabricate false cases?
endure.....
Keep a low profile, always keep a low profile...
A large group of court officials and Grey Knights were waiting outside to ambush him at the door; Casgar had to keep a very low profile.
All we need to do is get him out of here safely and unnoticed and head to the Badab sector.
As he tightened screws on the production line, Casca thought to himself.
Badab is currently embroiled in war, making direct entry unlikely.
The next stop on the trading ship he was on was the Casgo sector near the Badab sector, yes, the one that paid taxes to King Huron.
Casca plans to get there first and then make further plans.
If he could make a name for himself locally, and eventually even meet the leader of the Red Scorpion Legion, then his initial goal would be—
Clang!
The trade ship, which was traveling in subspace, suddenly emitted a huge explosion.
Moreover, it seemed that with that explosion, the entire ship experienced a violent tremor, and under this tremor, it was as if their ship had come to a stop while traveling in subspace.
what happened?
Kaska deliberately stumbled along with the other workers, anxiously following the main group out of the loading workshop to check the situation.
He had a very bad feeling.