Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

Tiberus and his group marched into the Astra Militarum and Marines camp with long, swift strides. Their presence was like a whirlwind, instantly drawing the attention of most of the camp.

After entering the camp, Tiberus turned his head suddenly, and his eyes as sharp as a hawk swept over the guards behind him.

His expression was extremely serious, his demeanor so calm it gave people a chill, but the words he spoke carried undeniable authority: "Go and gather all the navy sailors and Astra Militarum troops in this camp immediately!"

Upon hearing the order, more than a dozen members of the guard team did not dare to be negligent. They bowed to Tiberus quickly and in unison and answered in unison: "Yes!" Then they rushed away like an arrow from a bow to carry out the mission.

Tiberus walked slowly to a more conspicuous platform, jumped lightly, and stood steadily on it.

He folded his arms across his chest, staring silently at the Space Marines of the Carcharhinus who were busily moving through the camp. These Space Marines were tall and mighty, clad in heavy power armor, and the gusts of wind they created when they moved were intimidating.

Time passed minute by minute, and after about half an hour, the whole camp began to become noisy.

Millions of sailors and Astra Militarum soldiers who were originally scattered everywhere gradually gathered together, forming a black sea of ​​people.

They were silent, just looking up at Tiberus standing on the platform.

At this time, several huge holographic projections appeared behind Tiberus and around the camp, flashing various complex data and images. They looked mysterious and spectacular, attracting the attention of everyone in the camp.

Tiberus looked at the scene that gradually fell into silence, cleared his throat, and said loudly:

"I am Captain Tiberus of the Carcharodon! I have come to this camp today to select a group of outstanding sailors and mortal auxiliary troops who are willing to join our regiment!

As long as there are still people among you who have the courage and faith, and are eager to follow us to conquer the sea of ​​stars and serve the great stars, then go and sign up with the Space Marines!

Those who sign up and pass the selection process will become a member of the Carcharodon Regiment, and those who excel will qualify to become Space Marines!"

Tiberus's voice, like a huge bell, echoed throughout the camp along with the light emitted by the holographic projection.

This voice seemed to have an invisible magic that made everyone present feel excited.

"Oh! Lord Tiberus is mighty."

"Lord Tiberus! I want to join the Carcharodon Regiment."

When Tiberius finished speaking, the entire camp erupted in fierce cheers, deafening. Everyone was eager to join the Carcharhinus Legion and fight for the chance to become a Space Marine.

Those who are still stranded on Planet Zesta III are all passionate people who are willing to devote themselves to military life and continue to fight to the end.

Those soldiers who had no intention of continuing to fight in the army had already been deployed in an orderly manner by the defense forces and were diverted to various galaxies to live ordinary lives.

These soldiers who were determined to stay here and continue fighting were well aware of the fate they were about to face.

The path before them is clear: either choose to join the various Astartes Chapters, or join the Defense Forces and contribute their own strength to defending justice and peace for mankind.

However, what is unexpected is that, faced with this group of brave men who volunteered and were eager to fight in the battlefield, the defense forces did not rush to select the most outstanding ones among them and recruit them into their own ranks.

Instead, they decided to wait patiently until the various Astartes Chapters had carefully selected and recruited outstanding talents, and only then would they consider incorporating the remaining personnel into the defense force's battle sequence.

Not only that, it is worth mentioning that these soldiers who stick to their posts and are determined to fight on the battlefield have not yet received injections of genetic vaccines.

The reason is simple: once injected with this mysterious genetic vaccine, they will forever lose the chance to become the respected Astartes Space Marines.

For the Star Army, the top priority now is to complete the replenishment of each regiment as soon as possible to ensure that each regiment can reach the expected personnel establishment.

Tiberus stood high on the sidelines, his eyes scanning the groups of excited and eager soldiers below, and a smile of extreme satisfaction gradually appeared on his resolute and majestic face.

He raised his right hand slightly, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then said loudly in a loud and powerful voice:

"Since each of you harbors a passion and desire for battle and is determined to join our Carcharodon Regiment, you may now actively sign up for the selection.

However, we must remind you that the number of places selected this time is extremely limited, and as the saying goes, 'first come, first served'. The opportunity is fleeting, so don't miss it!

As soon as the words fell, the entire venue seemed to be ignited in an instant, and erupted into deafening cheers.

"Oh oh!" The soldiers were extremely excited. They rubbed their hands together and couldn't wait to take a step forward. They rushed towards the Astartes closest to them as fast as a tide.

As they ran, they shouted at the top of their lungs:

"Sir, I want to join the Carcharodontosaurus Regiment, please be sure to choose me!"

"Sir, my strength is definitely not weaker than anyone else. Let me become a member of the Man-Eating Shark Squadron. Give me priority!"

Faced with such a turbulent scene, the Astartes who were responsible for recording the information did not panic at all.

They stood there calmly, turned on their personal terminals, and began to methodically record the personal information of the soldiers who flocked in, and with their keen eyes and rich experience, carefully identified the best among them.

At this moment, a resounding shout like a huge bell suddenly rang out from the crowd: "Sir, I used to be the captain of a cruiser and have extensive combat command experience. Can someone like me join the Man-Eating Shark Regiment directly?"

Following this shout, a man with a burly figure, as big as a small hill, pushed through the crowd around him and strode up to Astarte who was recording information.

He held his head high, chest puffed out, and continued his introduction loudly with confidence, "I am not only familiar with the operation and tactical application of various ships, but also have been through many battles. Whether it is fierce space battles or planetary landing operations, I have performed outstandingly.

Please believe me, if you are lucky enough to join the Carcharodon Regiment, you will definitely bring great help to the team!"

"Hmm? A high-ranking naval officer?" The Astartes looked at the former naval officer and excitedly said loudly:

"Okay, you don't need to participate in the selection, just join our Sharknado Regiment directly."