Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 95 Dispute
This suggestion even inspired the great sage Yuramirs to consider sending a whirlwind torpedo to destroy the planet and tow away the wrecked spaceship.

But looking at the nearly 700 Astartes behind her, and the more than 20 warships standing ready in space, she could only silently extinguish the idea.

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Tie Hui wasn't wearing power armor at the moment, but he was dressed in a silk robe that resembled ancient Chinese clothing.

The original form of the White Scar once passed through like this!

At this moment, he crossed his legs and stared at the Great Sage Eurymils across the table with amusement.

No matter which option he chooses, he'll profit. If he chooses the first one, he'll also enjoy the direct benefits of the derelict spaceship.

If they choose the second option, the benefits far outweigh the space wreckage itself. Unless they can find some Golden Age ships inside, or a complete STC template.

But is that possible?

It might be possible, but Tie Hui was unwilling to gamble himself.

"I disagree with both contracts! Your demands are too harsh!" The tip of one of the Archsage Yuramirs' tentacles transformed into a shovel, which she slammed on the table with a deafening roar. She would never agree to such a contract, not even considering whether it contained any relics of the Golden Age, or a complete STC template.

The various aliens and remnants of chaotic creatures inside alone are enough to give them a run for their money.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Tie Hui remained silent, only staring at the Great Sage Yuramirs with amusement.

"That doesn't matter! We can always find another forging world!" This shameless attitude instantly enraged Archsage Yuramirs. But he had to admit, what he said was true!
"Let's amend the contract! We'll cover all the resources for your warband's construction and homeworld development over the next 500 years. We'll also give you one of our star-level battlecruisers, two combat barges, and the necessary escort and destroyer ships. All weapons and ammunition on board will be provided as a bonus. We'll also cover the training of all your new recruits and their basic weaponry for the next 600 years."

Tie Hui listened to the contract, and although he felt satisfied inside, he still maintained an indifferent attitude on the surface.

"No way! You've got a really good plan! The Black Legion of the Eye of Fear has already begun to assemble. Do you think our chapter's homeworld, located in this area, will be immune to attack? The war alone could last for hundreds of years. You're really making a killing! And recruit training... even with our basic recruit training, you're calculating it by time? No matter how you look at it, you're the ones who profit!"

As he spoke, his expression turned angry. He raised his arm, pointed in the direction of the wrecked spaceship, and roared, "You have absolutely no sincerity! You must understand that once the war begins, it will be us, the warbands, who will intercept the forces of chaos. You, on the other hand, will be profiting from the war from the rear. Therefore, I do not agree to this contract!"

"If we can't reach an agreement on this, then tell me, what do you want?" The Great Sage Yuramirs could tell that they wanted more supplies, but she didn't know the specifics of their demands.

However, as the administrator of the Forging World, her power is paramount before the Forging General arrives. Once she swallows up this pile of space wreckage, becoming the Forging General is a foregone conclusion.

She didn't believe there wasn't even an STC template among this pile of space wreckage. Even if there wasn't, ships from the Great Expedition era, or ships from other alien races, would also work.

If a complete Golden Age warship could be unearthed, then it would have a place on the entire planet Mars.

Even the great sage Caul might have to rely on her.

"First of all, we will be sending technical sergeants to your foundry world for training. I hope you are aware of this."

“Alright!” Archsage Yuramirs nodded. This was nothing unusual. After all, technical sergeants of every chapter would go to the Mechanicus for further training.

"Another issue is our recruit training. A great war is approaching. I'm sure you, Great Sage, are aware of this!" Tie Hui explained the current threat, and after seeing her nod in acknowledgment, he grinned. "Therefore, before the great war, I hope you, Great Sage, can ramp up production to cultivate organs for our legion's recruits. However, given the low production efficiency, we need to obtain the Astartes organ cultivation tank technology..."

Without a second thought, Archsage Yuramirs waved his hand in refusal, saying, "Lord Iron Radiance, you shouldn't even consider this. The core technology for organ cultivation in Astartes is controlled by the technology priests of our Mechanicus. These technologies are not in my hands; all I can do is obtain the Astartes organ cultivation tanks from them."

Tie Hui's prepared explanation instantly stalled. Even he, a transmigrator, was unaware that the Cult of Mechanics had a technology priest. "So, even you don't have the technology to cultivate Astartes organs?"

The Great Sage Euramir nodded.

This has created a difficult situation. In his plan, the Astartes were arguably the most important military force. However, the organ technology that would allow the Astartes to function was in the hands of the Mechanicus, which shared the same interests as the Empire.

Then he'll have to wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.
"In that case, we need culture tanks!" Tie Hui had no choice but to change his request. With culture tanks, as long as resources were sufficient, even if the number of culture tanks was small, they could accumulate into a large number of Astartes over time.

"I agree! But we can only give you 100."

"Too little!"

"Provide basic weapons and equipment!"

"Supplies from the six standard holy codes of Astartes!"

"two!"

"Agreed, but we need to add a fully equipped strike barge!"

"make a deal!"

"We will send people with you to clean up the space wreckage! Consider it a training mission for our new recruits."

I agree!

"So, regarding the construction materials for our battle group..."

"We will provide all the technological resources and planet-building materials that the Empire openly possesses."

"No need to schedule a timeframe. Before our several battle groups are wiped out, we need 1000 opportunities to provide supplies free of charge."

The reason for asking for an opportunity rather than time is simple: the Black Legion is currently gathering near the Ghoul Starfield. If you choose the timing, the war will start before you've even developed much, followed by a round of orbital bombardment, and then hundreds of years of fighting. Wouldn't that mean all your development has been for nothing?
"Disagree! 500 times!"

"Equivalent resources of the Astartes Standard Chapter!"

Archsage Yuramirs slammed one of her tentacles on the table again. At that moment, her other tentacles also transformed, unleashing all sorts of bizarre weapons that danced wildly in the air. She roared, "This is outrageous, Lord Iron Radiance!"

Seeing this, the Aalstats standing nearby immediately aimed their explosive pistols at the Great Sage Yuramirs.

She saw this and just sneered, "I don't even need to use my full strength to open the cans of you."

Tie Hui opened his palms, placed his index fingers together under his chin, and stared intently at the enraged Archsage Yuramirs. But in reality, his attention was focused on the system panel in his mind, and a plan slowly surfaced in his thoughts.

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(End of this chapter)