Warhammer Expedition Super God

My car, the Glory Queen-class battleship Tianlong, was moored aside. When I opened my eyes, I found through the transparent window strings that we were in an unfamiliar environment, and I was on my throne, quietly. Sitting upright.

The square below the seat is full of my descendants. Their bodies are still so tall, and their dark golden power armor is covered with scars, but their expressions are so determined. And mine are standing on both sides of the seat. My most trusted heirs, on the right are the company commander Sakaski and the deputy company commander Garp of the first company, and on the left is my think tank chief Sengoku!

I asked my think tank chief: "Chief of the Warring States Think Tank, where are we now?"

Think tank chief Sengoku said: "I don't know where we are now, I only know that we were teleported here by the great emperor."

I nodded lightly and was about to stand up when I suddenly felt a tearing pain all over my body. I thought it was caused by the rupture of the space when I forcibly passed out of the subspace.

I endured the tearing pain and stood up. I leaned on Chi Youzhi on my knees and stood up slowly. I walked down the steps to the window string and looked at the unfamiliar environment. I felt very emotional in my heart. .

Since heaven will never end my life, Leon, then I will do what my father said before he left and bring the truth of the empire to this universe!

He turned to the logistics director Porusalino who was in charge of logistics and said: "Polusalino, please go and count how many of us can fight later."

After hearing this, Porusalino saluted me with a double eagle, then turned around and walked towards the back and slowly disappeared.

And I said to the heirs standing on the deck: "We were transported to this universe by the great human emperor. Before leaving, the great human emperor told me that he wanted us to spread the empire in this universe. The glory and truth of the Empire. I think we will return to the embrace of the Empire soon, but before that, we must complete the mission assigned by the Emperor and fill this universe with the glory and truth of the Empire. My children, please listen. Are you here yet?”

They did not speak, but expressed their words with actions. They knelt down on one knee and beat their chests with their right fists, and then shouted in unison: "Give your heart to the great Emperor!"

Porusalino also walked over slowly from behind and said casually: "Great Primarch, we don't have many available troops now. There are currently 150,000 tiger souls in the Second Legion, and 50,000 gene seeds are available. The mortal auxiliary army has a total of 1.5 million. After deducting the wounded soldiers who cannot fight, there are still 1.2 million. 300,000 seriously injured soldiers are currently in recuperation warehouses. The number of recuperation warehouses and nutrient solutions are urgent. The Tianlong battleship is running out of fuel, but fortunately Weapons and ammunition are sufficient, but the food for the 1.2 million mortal auxiliary army is no longer enough. There have been many quarrels over food shortages, including those rigid Kriegs. Another thing is that we don’t have much food anymore. It only provides food for our army of one million people for a month."

"Really? I know!" I said

The battleship is running low on food and fuel, and even the rigid Krieg is having a quarrel over food. I really don't want to say anything about this.

But what I don't know is where we are now. The previous star map of the universe has no effect at all in this universe. On the contrary, there is a Milky Way in this universe, so I quickly asked the personnel who specialize in managing battleships. How much fuel does the battleship have?

But the management of the battleship told me a situation that surprised me. The battleship's fuel is insufficient. If we use subspace to jump, it will take at least a month to reach the nearest living planet.

I have no choice but to send a small team to this unknown star field to find if there is a resource planet that can synthesize promethium.

A week later, the team I sent reported that they had found a resource planet that could synthesize promethium. It would only take three days to reach it at the current speed of warships.

So I quickly ordered to go to this resource planet. After three days of sailing, we arrived at this resource planet. If the battleship hadn't had equipment that could synthesize promethium, otherwise, I would have cried without tears.

Soon, the battleship was replenished with fuel, and fortunately, this resource planet has artificially grown food. Judging from the scale, it can sustain the rations of my million-strong army for at least ten years. Although I know that this is somewhat unethical, but In order to spread the truth and glory of the Empire in this universe, I declare that the food here belongs to the Empire.

Soon, the agricultural robots on the battleship were harvesting food like huskies that had not eaten for three days. After a while, the food storage bin on the battleship was filled with food, but it made me feel quite sad. The strange thing is that although there are traces of human habitation here, what about the humans who lived here? Where did they go? But the artificially grown food here shows that it only takes six short months from planting to harvesting. In these short six months, where did the people on this planet go?

Forget it, forget about it. Every time I think about it, a lot of my brain cells die. Even as a primarch, I don’t dare to waste my few brain cells like this. After all, I still need to take many exams every day. Question, a sage from Terra once said: When a person is thinking, he needs to throw out all the superfluous things from his mind and use the remaining computing power to focus on what you need to think about. And I have always believed in this sentence. As for which saint said it, I said that I have never seen him. I only saw it in a very old book. By the way, that saint’s The name seems to be Sherlock Holmes. It's so strange that the name should be Sherlock Holmes.

After returning to the battleship, the Tianlong sailed slowly in the universe, but what was a little sad was that when I was patrolling just now, I discovered that the subspace energy in the subspace engine was insufficient, and at most it could only maintain subspace for one more time. Space jump, although I don't know if there is subspace in this universe, but I think it should exist. After all, my cheap dad split the subspace and teleported us into this universe.

But what bothers me is that every time I close my eyes and meditate, I will see the figure sitting on the cold golden throne, and I seem to see my cheap dad scolding the bad-mouthed guy. Guy, I can only say that you did a great job. No one likes that foul-mouthed guy and has been scolded by him. Even the original body of the Luna Wolves, the former Warmaster and now the Chosen God of Chaos, Horus They all said: "That guy from Dorne has a really bad mouth. The body odor of those orcs is not as bad as that guy from Dorne's mouth."

Well, even Horus, my once most trusted brother, said that Dorne had a bad mouth. Facts have proved that Dorne did have a bad mouth. It’s no wonder that the guy who paired with Turab disliked Dorne the most. I want to admire him. That guy Turabo must have been scolded by Dorn a lot. Even after his rebellion, he only looked for trouble with the Imperial Fists. It's no wonder that no loyalist primarch or chapter wants to be with Dorn or the Imperial Fists. Fighting side by side, the former will be scolded and beaten by Dorn? Don't be kidding, who can beat him? Although his melee ability is not very strong, his mouth can kill you. I wonder if his mouth has been blessed by Chaos? Once when I was fighting side by side with him, I saw with my own eyes that he used his mouth to curse a Slaanesh demon to death. Rather than curse it to death, it was better to say I hate this world and kill myself. As for the latter, whoever fights side by side with the Imperial Fists will be furiously attacked by the betrayed Iron Warriors. They will make you doubt your life, but they will not kill you, they will just insult you to their heart's content.

One of my company commanders was attacked by the Iron Warrior when he was fighting alongside the Imperial Fists. Although the Iron Warrior was killed by him in the end, it seemed to have left a big psychological shadow on him. Now as long as Ask him to fight alongside the Imperial Fists and he'll fight you with his power sword, poor kid!