Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Little brother, you call me brother, I'll teach you some lessons." Surt came over and said. Surt had accepted this little brother of the Emperor Fist. "By the way, are your skills solid enough?" Surt asked.

"Well, I'm pretty good in the Legion, right?" Polux hesitated, his confidence uncertain. He considered himself decent among the new recruits, but still far behind some of the veterans. After all, combat prowess wasn't just about close combat; it involved more than just melee.

"Little brother, do you have enough qualifications and military achievements?" Surt asked.

"I don't have any experience or military achievements." Polux sighed. She had just joined the Legion and had never participated in a major war. Where did all this capital come from?

"So, little brother, if you want to continue to stay in the tactical team, forget it. If you want to move up, I'll show you the way." Surt said mysteriously.

"What do you mean?" Pollux became alert again, fearing that this lawless guy would use some tricks again.

"Look at this, a complete manuscript." After a moment's hesitation, Soult handed a booklet to Plax. Written in Low Gothic, it read: "Instructions for Replacement and Maintenance of the Radiator Panel in Section 12 of the Left Wing of the Bear Gunship."

"What the hell, what's going on?" Polux was completely upset. "We are warriors. We won't do the work of Mechanicus monks and slaves!" Polux said righteously.

"What a shitty warrior! You can't even take care of your own weapon, and you expect the machine spirit to fight for you? In our place, most things can be sloppy, but the only things that cannot be compromised are technology and loyalty! There is a big problem with your idea." Surt's momentum suddenly reached its maximum.

"Let me tell you first, after the Legion hands over the Bear gunship to you, the Mechanicus will definitely not touch it. All maintenance and upkeep will have to be done by your Legion yourself." Surt said.

"What do you mean?" It was obvious that Pollux was already used to letting the Mechanicus take care of all the technical and logistical aspects.

"It's very simple. First of all, there are only three Mechanicus orders that possess a full set of maintenance technology: Huangquan No. 8, Lucius Forge World, and a certain order on Mars. Those involved in the maintenance work, from sages to slaves, have numbers! These guys are watched closely. It is impossible for these Forge Worlds to spread the technology, at least not now." Surt said.

"Holy crap, that's even possible?" The new recruit, Pollux, was completely amazed. He hadn't expected this seemingly unreliable guy to know so much.

"The second question is, can the Legion participate in the care and maintenance of Titans?" Surt continued to ask.

"That's of course impossible. This is the authority of the Titan Order." said Pollux.

"Then why do you think Lord Dorn would allow the Mechanicum to interfere with the maintenance of the Bear Gunship? We're all on the same page, and every Legion has its own things. Therefore, the maintenance and upkeep of the Bear Gunship must be handled by the Legion itself. So, buddy, you don't have any advantages, so start with the technology."

"That makes sense," Pollux asked suddenly. "You used to do this?"

"Isn't that nonsense? Back then, I not only cleaned and maintained the radiator, but also replaced heat-sensitive components and polished and waxed the exterior," Surt said proudly. "You don't know, back then, my gunship, the Lemann Hammer, was targeted by an Ork Titan. After the void shield collapsed, the debris destroyed the cooling control system in two sections of the left wing. Then, wearing magnetic boots, I walked from the cabin to the damaged area at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters and manually switched the coolant lines. That's how the ship was saved. Automatic switching and backups can't guarantee infallible results. When necessary, we're needed," Surt boasted of his glorious deeds.

"Oh shit..." Pollux felt terrible.

"So, since you call me brother, I can only help you to this extent. You can take a look at it yourself first, and try it out when you have time. Otherwise, I really don't know why I chose you." Surt patted Polux's shoulder and said.

"Thank you!" After thinking about it, Pollux said with gritted teeth.

"That's right. Aside from those exceptional commanders, technical positions are the most sought-after in the Legion," Soult continued, sharing his experience. Then, as the two chatted, Soult offered Polux some other private information. Within a few days, the two had become close friends, sharing everything.

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While the two Primarchs were communicating, the Emperor and the Sigillite were also observing the two Primarchs and their legions.

"My Lord, are you satisfied with this meeting between the two Primarchs?" asked Sigillite Malcador.

"Of course I am satisfied. Rus's level is higher than I expected, although still immature. But it can be seen that Rus has worked hard during this period. And Dorn has also realized his weaknesses and some limitations. Moreover, I am very pleased that Dorn can still have a relatively friendly attitude after meeting his first brother." The emperor said with a smile.

Why did the Emperor allow Rus to meet Horus first? It was because he considered Rus not particularly strong-willed. While he might appear outwardly aggressive, he knew what was best. In the Emperor's view, the conflict between Rus and the Space Wolves was of minor concern. The real issue was the conflict between the Primarchs themselves.

The Emperor knew that many of his children were not easy to deal with. For example, Ferrus and Horus had a duel the first time they met. Dorn was also not an easy person to deal with. If Dorn met Ferrus or Horus, it would be inevitable that they would dislike each other, so the Emperor summoned Rus. Relatively speaking, Rus was not as strong-willed and was more flexible. Judging from the results so far, the effect is good. The Space Wolves Legion has indeed taught the Imperial Fists a lesson, making them aware of their limitations. And now, the relationship between the two Primarchs is acceptable. What else could the Emperor be dissatisfied with?

"In fact, Rus's greatest strength is that when facing his brothers, he rarely tells them what they should do." said the seal holder.

"Hmm, that does make sense," the Emperor said after a moment's contemplation. He thought, if it had been the other two powerful Primarchs, they might indeed have "guided" Dorn after their victory. Horus had always been influencing the other Legions with his own ideas, and the Iron Hands, on the other hand, were truly eager to teach. In their areas of expertise, they had spent a lot of time training the Space Wolves' new recruits. As for the Space Wolves, whether it was a problem with their brain circuits or out of awe for the powerful, it was said that the wolf cubs who came to the Iron Hands seemed to be quite obedient.

"But I'm afraid Dorn will have a headache in the next few days," said Malcador.

"Really? Tell me about it." The emperor suddenly became interested.

"I can only say that in the exchanges between officers and soldiers of the middle and lower-level legions, the influence of the officers and soldiers of the Wolf Regiment is much stronger than that of their original leader." The seal holder said with a bit of a smile.

"Emmm. Indeed." Based on reports from the Custodians and the Chamberlain, the Emperor had some understanding of the exchanges between the warriors of both Legions. It had to be said that the Space Wolves' pragmatic and heroic style was indeed very attractive to the officers and soldiers of the lower and middle ranks of the Legion. Those who wanted to advance themselves were especially drawn to it. It was on par with the Warriors' Society of the Luna Wolves!

"So regarding Guilliman's return, will Russ have to make another trip?" asked Malcador.

"No, when the time comes, have Balder come over. I believe he and my Thirteenth Word will get along very well." The Emperor thought for a moment and said, "It's a good opportunity for you to meet your disciple as well."

"That is most gracious, my lord," Malcador said, bowing.

The exchanges between the two Legions lasted for about a Terran Moon, fostering a deeper understanding and a closer relationship. The Space Wolves left a large amount of equipment for the VII Legion, and the VII Legion returned the favor by selecting items from its own plunder. Russ left feeling very satisfied. However, when Dorn resumed command of his Legion, he discovered that something had changed within his own Legion...

Chapter 177: Pollux's Promotion

"Hey, Pollux, how's it going?" After defeating his last opponent of the day, Sigismund left the arena. He saw Pollux, who had fought alongside him, and walked over.

As Soult had said, after the first batch of Bear gunships arrived, Dorn immediately set about establishing his own rapid air strike force. After all, the Bear gunship was a weapon that could truly transform the Legion's intra-planetary warfare model. No one, not even the Primarch, could escape the temptation to acquire something truly special. Unsurprisingly, a comprehensive, top-down selection process began throughout the Legion. Adhering to the principle of forging the strongest air power, the Legion's warriors engaged in fierce competition and scramble.

This time, Sigismund, fresh off a glorious achievement, once again radiated his fame! For ten consecutive days, Sigismund battled over 100 legion swordsmen without losing a single one. This achievement alone guaranteed Sigismund's selection; after all, the air strike group also had units responsible for ground breakthroughs.

"Uh... I got demoted five days ago," Pollux said somewhat awkwardly. Honestly, Pollux's performance was quite impressive: 5 wins and only five losses in five days! Don't forget, Pollux was a rookie. Calling him a young hero wouldn't be an exaggeration. With those grades, though, a promotion to a Centurion wouldn't be a problem. But getting a Bear gunship would be a bit more difficult. It's like getting a little on the side, and whether or not you're even remotely good enough is a questionable proposition.

"There's still a chance. Eventually, the Primarch will arrange another selection to select some reserve personnel," Sigismund said reassuringly after a moment's thought. Honestly, Sigismund admired Prax. Although her swordsmanship was average, her adaptability was truly remarkable. With a period of experience and training, she'd be more than qualified to be a company commander. Besides, since they were all new, they'd have more in common.

"Have you participated in other tests? Are there other tests besides the commandos?" Sigismund asked.

"I participated, but my other results were just average..." Pollux said somewhat embarrassedly.

"There's still a chance. Just a tip: the Legion's requirements for technical sergeants will be increasing. If you have talent in this area, you might consider it." Sigismund glanced around, then pulled Pollax to a corner of the hall and ordered two drinks.

"Isn't the Legion going to have the Adeptus Mechanicus provide care and maintenance for the Bear gunships?" asked Plexiglas.

"The Primarch is preparing to establish his own independent technical team. Some things are better left in our own hands. Now we are being helped by some of the Space Wolves' Iron Priests. In the future, we will take over all the related upkeep and maintenance, and then, based on the needs of the Legion, we will also modify and upgrade the Bear gunships in the future." Sigismund said.

"We do it ourselves?" Pollux asked curiously.

"Of course. In reality, whether it's the Space Wolves, the Iron Hands, or the Custodes, they've all made improvements to their Bear gunships. So have we. Furthermore, we may even receive more products in the future. As for the specifics of how this will be done, that's a matter between the Primarch and the higher-ups, so I'm not aware of them." Sigismund was quite considerate, providing his friend with a good deal of intelligence.

"Okay, I'll try harder then." Polux nodded, secretly congratulating himself. He'd recently used his free time to carefully read Surtur's notes several times. He'd also watched the Space Wolves Iron Priest perform technical maintenance. If nothing else, Polux felt like replacing the heat sink wouldn't be a problem.

A week later, the final selection process concluded. True to Sigismund's knowledge, after all the formal selections were complete, Dorn did give the less qualified heirs a chance. Finally, someone like Plux, a middling talent, came before the Primarch. Including him, 200 legionaries lined up before him for the final assessment and screening.

"You are all excellent," Dorn said, looking at the heirs. Behind him stood Dorn's guards and the successful candidates. "You have proven yourselves in various competitions and contests. Many of you have impressive resumes. But unfortunately, you fall short of those selected, and have missed out on glory and power."

"And now, I can give 20 of you a chance. Give me a reason to select you into this commando team. If your answers and abilities are good enough, then you will become the best warriors of the Imperial Fists, just like them." Dorn pointed to the Bear gunship in the background behind him. The huge fuselage and fierce enough weapons made everyone excited.

"Sir, I am an excellent pilot. In the war in the solar system, I flew fighter jets and then Stormbirds. The 180 heavy unit kills on my plane are the best reflection of my ability." A Stormbird pilot spoke first.

"Very good. The Legion will not forget your achievements and outstanding performance." Dorn nodded and looked at the next person. However, he rejected the idea in his heart. After all, there were seven planes in total, and the captain position had already been confirmed. The competition for this position was too fierce.

"Sir, I was once the best commander of a heavy armored unit. Under my command, my company was once the strongest armored company in the legion." said a company commander.

"Well... I hope you can keep up the good work." Dorn shook his head secretly. After all, although the Bear gunship is large, it mainly carries fast and light vehicles. Heavy vehicles are relatively useless. After all, when heavy vehicles are really needed to provide fire support, the Bear gunship's volcanic cannon is obviously more suitable.

Soon, Dorn arrived before Pollux. He had some impression of this guy, a fresh recruit with some ideas and solid skills. Even by Dorn's standards, he could become a Templar in the future. Of course, right now, he wasn't quite up to the task.

"So, new recruit, what do you have to say? Let me make an exception for you and allow you to join the most elite troops in the legion." Dorn originally wanted to just go through the motions and let it go, so he asked symbolically.

"Sir, I can now use simple tools to replace the left wing radiator of the Bear gunship. I also know how to replace the coolant and clean various throttle valves. If problems arise during wartime, I can also perform simple skin repairs and flaw detection. If this unit lacks a qualified technical sergeant, I think I can do it." said Plax.

"Huh?!" These words caused most people present to freeze. They couldn't understand how this guy, who was clearly wearing a tactical team badge, could know these things.

But then, the Iron Priests of the Wolf Group quickly shouted "Fuck!" and then the leading Iron Priest approached Anaxus.

The Space Wolves who temporarily remained within the VII Legion were heartbroken. You know, in reality, the remaining Iron Priests could only meet less than half of the required maintenance technicians for the seven Bear gunships. This wasn't because Russ was stingy, but such technicians were in short supply everywhere. Even within the Space Wolves, the Bear gunship squadrons couldn't possibly have enough Iron Priests, so they always needed personnel from the Adeptus Mechanicus to assist.

The remaining Iron Priests suddenly found themselves in a state of distress. To meet the training and combat demands of the VII Legion, they needed to work overtime. Even 007 couldn't begin to describe the hardships they faced. While the VII Legion wasn't as sturdy and aggressive as the newly minted Space Wolves, who hadn't even managed to blow off half a wing, they still faced numerous operational irregularities. Calming the Machine Spirits and repairing the additional damage only exacerbated the Iron Priests' workload. Dorn was unwilling to allow the Adeptus Mechanicus to intervene, so the Iron Priests could only work while hoping to recruit a few apprentices from the VII Legion.

However, the reality is that while knowledge is easy to acquire, there are still differences between people. While it's possible to impart knowledge directly through brain indoctrination, maintenance truly depends on individual skill. It's like explaining math formulas, but solving them isn't. And maintenance and math have something in common: if you don't know how to do it, you simply can't.

"Brother, we still lack enough maintenance personnel." The leading Iron Priest whispered to Anaxus.

"Hmm..." Anaxus nodded gravely, looking at his colleague who hadn't slept in three days. He then moved towards the Primarch. Meanwhile, Dorn and Plexiglas continued their conversation.

"You're a tactical squad officer, how do you know this? I remember you were just an assistant, so you shouldn't be able to complete this task," Dorn said sternly. Dorn was very strict with these new items, assigning a small team to guard and clean them. After each maintenance, even the waste coolant was recycled and stored in a centralized location.

Because the Imperial Fists' technical sergeants discovered that while this discarded coolant was no longer sufficient to cool high-end products like the Bear Gunship, it was still over 30% more effective than the coolant the Mechanicus had supplied to the Stormbird! In other words, if this was replaced, filtered, and added to the Stormbird, it would perform even better than the original dedicated coolant...

Then something even more outrageous occurred. The Mechanicus priests working with the VII Legion actually proposed a waste coolant recycling program, offering to trade waste coolant for equipment... This shocked Anaxus. Even more surprising was that a Mechanicus priest, after receiving a bottle of waste coolant, immediately used it on himself and became even more energetic. Anaxus and his companions then realized what a promising business waste recycling could be...

"You know, the technology of the Bear gunship cannot be leaked, but you have mastered some key technologies. If you can't explain the source, then I can only execute the Emperor's mercy on you." Dorn said in a cold tone.

"It's like this. Back then, I met a Space Wolves officer named Surter. He happened to be a member of the Space Wolves Aerial Assault Corps, and he was also responsible for the repair and maintenance of some equipment. After we became friends, he taught me some things." Pollux said it all at once.

"Well, very good, you're thoughtful." Dorn nodded, quite satisfied with this explanation. After all, it wasn't him who leaked the information, but the Space Wolves, so he had nothing to do with it. Of course, the most important thing was that he was the beneficiary of the leak. Since the Space Wolves had no intention of pursuing the matter, it didn't matter. He had no reason to be dissatisfied with getting a high-level technician who matched his profession for free.

Dorn turned to look at the other scions. They were all also associated with the Space Wolves, so why wasn't anyone trying to build closer ties with them like Prax had, to stir up some trouble? Although Dorn disliked this, he sometimes reminded himself that it was beneficial to cultivate good relations with the brother legions and get some good things.

"How did you get a Space Wolf to give you so much?" Dorn asked curiously. In his impression, Prax was not a very smooth person.

"Eight barrels of Fenrisian mead," Pluxus sighed. As the saying goes, shallow affection takes a sip, deep affection takes a gulp. Surtur finally pulled Pluxus over to the table, and Pluxus became the first Imperial Fists warrior to defeat the Space Wolves in drinking. Don't be fooled by Pluxus's usual reserved demeanor. But he's got a real savvy! Even at the risk of having his stomach pumped, he managed to get Surtur drunk!

When he was carried out and sent to the pharmacist, the pharmacist was stunned. They could not imagine that drinking alcohol could make a Space Marine so drunk. After undergoing gastric lavage, Polux was reminded that he would have to eat soft food for a week after being discharged from the hospital. But no matter what, Polux really did not lose out. Not only did his equipment get completely replaced with the funding of the Space Wolves, but Surtur also really taught him some practical skills and practiced twice on the Space Wolves' own Bear gunship. Of course, the Space Wolves did not lose out either. With the help of Polux, they found some things in the warehouse.

"Eight barrels of Fenris Mead..." Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Pollux! Including the veterans, they really didn't expect that there was such a tough guy among the newcomers!

"Very good. Someone will assess you. If your skills are up to par, you'll join the Air Assault Corps. That's all." Dorn patted Plax on the shoulder and said. This was the first candidate Dorn had explicitly promised to join. No one objected to Dorn's arrangement. After all, eight barrels of mead... that was a life-or-death struggle!

The Imperial Fists' warriors are not lacking in courage. Of course, courage alone is not enough; talent also counts. Even three, let alone eight barrels of mead, would render most Imperial Fists unconscious! As for why the Space Wolves are so fond of such a deadly substance, Imperial Fists apothecaries and officers speculate that this method is a way for the Legionaries to gradually develop their tolerance for certain toxic substances and adaptability to the environment. According to the apothecaries' reports, if a Space Marine can adapt to Fenrisian mead, they would have no problem drinking Siskarran tank coolant or cleaning fluid as if it were water...

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Two days later, Polux passed the test before a Space Wolves Iron Priest. With expert skill, he completed the installation, inspection, and cleaning of the heat sink. He then proceeded to perform a thorough disassembly and debugging of a nearby Centurion Terminator. The entire process lasted approximately five hours, and upon completion, he received unanimous praise from the three judges present.

"Congratulations, newcomer, you've passed the test." Anaxus stepped forward and personally placed a "Winged Iron Fist" badge on Polux's head, symbolizing the Empire's iron fist descending from the sky. Atop this iron fist were a laser cannon and a forging hammer, representing fire support.

"Uh, sir, if I remember correctly, my original insignia should have had a sharp knife representing assault," Pollux said, somewhat bewildered. The Air Assault Corps's size was limited, so one person might have to shoulder two responsibilities. For example, Pollux initially planned to serve as both a technical sergeant and a commando. The former was his primary role, responsible for maintaining and servicing the unit's equipment, while the commando role came about because Pollux felt he had some decent skills, so he decided to charge forward...

"The Imperial Fists have no shortage of shock troops, but they lack sufficiently skilled technical sergeants," Anaxus said. He admitted that Porlax was indeed quite capable, comparable to when he was a rookie, but unfortunately, the unit was now overloaded with top talent and too few technicians. So, for now, they should put them on the back burner, focusing on equipment maintenance in peacetime and accompanying the fire support team in battle.

The previous disassembly of the Centurion Terminator nearby was simply to see if Plexus could complete the task. Honestly, while Centurion Terminators aren't exactly unsaleable—even officers and soldiers from other Legions fighting with the Space Wolves can get a few—they're still practically scarce, considering the vast size of the Emperor's Legions.

Specifically speaking for the Imperial Fists, the limited number of Centurion Terminators were used as mobile support platforms. To put it bluntly, they were piled high with weapons and then stood at the back to serve as support for infantry units and anti-armor firepower.

"Yes, sir." Pollux happily accepted the appointment. However, the next task Anaxus gave her immediately made Pollux uneasy.

"Legion, we need your stomach." Anaxus pointed to the Space Wolves Iron Priest in the distance and the wine barrels stacked next to him...

"Oh shit..." Pollux felt terrible.

Chapter 178: Brilliant-class Battleship and Anchor (8K, rewards, blades, extra chapters)

Russ and Dorn have been enjoying a fistfight recently, and Balder hasn't been idle either. As a Gods Ascendant who began his career traveling, how could Balder not design a superior warship for himself? Now, with the initial establishment of the Space Wolves' industrial system and the Forge World, and with the addition of the ancient AI Lord of Radiance, and with what he has discovered from his memories and the archives of the Endless Journey, Balder feels the time is ripe to create a new warship that will stand apart from other Imperial warships!

What's the general impression of an Imperial battleship? Some might say it's just a flying cathedral. That's superficial. In reality, the main structure of an Imperial battleship is nothing more than a rectangular block. Take a Moon-class cruiser, for example. It's essentially a rectangular block, 5 kilometers long and 0.8 kilometers wide. And then, surrounding this hull, you can push upwards as much as you can.

First up is the propulsion system and warp drive, one of the most important and space-consuming components of any Imperial warship. If you look at the side, it takes up roughly a quarter to a third of the total length. Then, at the front, there's the hangar, the side gun arrays, lances, torpedoes, planetary cannons, and so on.

After the power system, reactor, and weapons were installed, the next step was to install various other equipment and a large number of personnel! Note that this is a very large number of personnel. For example, to operate such a large warship, a Moon-class cruiser requires a crew of 9.5! Even accommodating these people requires a lot of space and facilities.

If you magnify all of this, you can get a battleship. Generally speaking, battleships are around 10 kilometers long, though some are 12 kilometers long. Any longer than that, and they exceed the construction capabilities of most Forge Worlds. The 10-kilometer level is essentially the upper limit of the Empire's large warships. If you want larger warships, you'll need to contact individual Forge Worlds.

What Bader wanted to build was a standard battleship, just over 10 kilometers long. As for why he had to build a battleship, couldn't he just start with a cruiser? Well, the reason was simple: cruisers were too small for Bader's needs. The functions he wanted to achieve simply couldn't be accomplished with a cruiser-class hull.

Equipment in war falls into two categories. The first is simply a matter of quantity, so the simplest solution is naturally quantity. The other, however, requires more quality than quantity alone. Regarding the former, the Emperor and the Mechanicus have stated that no one in the galaxy can outnumber humanity. This doesn't require Balder's solution; he needs to address the latter!

"Everyone, come and see my newly designed spaceship. I'm calling this class of battleships the Glorious-class battleships, and these escort warships the Barracuda-class frigates," Balder said to the Endless Journey and the Lord of Radiance. A moment later, the former's projection and the latter's clone arrived in front of a projection, revealing a massive spaceship and its accompanying escort warships.

"The top view of this battleship looks a bit like a giant triangular pyramid. If I have to say, it's a bit like the Endless Journey with the connecting parts between the two secondary hulls and the main hull removed, and then forcibly merged with the main hull." The Lord of Radiance said after taking a look.

"The maximum length of the battleship is 10 to 12 kilometers, and there are four large planetary cannons or other axial energy weapons deployed at the bow. This is obviously a battleship that is strengthened to face the enemy head-on. The maximum width of the battleship reaches 4 to 4 kilometers. The size of this ship is obviously much larger by the standards of the Empire. Although the length is similar to that of an ordinary Imperial battleship, the entire available space and weight are much larger than ordinary Imperial battleships." The Lord of Glory continued to analyze.

(The appearance of this battleship is based on the Imperial-class Star Destroyer in Star Wars, except that its width is slightly larger. As for whether it is possible to deploy four planetary cannons, the 4K novel clearly mentions that the Iron Warriors deployed a siege battleship equipped with three planetary cannons during the Battle of Terra.)

Given the limited size of most Imperial shipyards, how could one increase the size and output of their weapons? The natural approach was to build an axial weapon. This was the case with planetary cannons, and indeed, some specialized weapons, such as the Planet Killer, employed this same arrangement. The design of this class of battleships was to fit heavier, longer-range weapons within the existing battleship framework! The power of these weapons was far beyond the reach of the Imperial battleships' standard lance turrets and side gun arrays.

"So how do you build this class of warship? It's obviously wider than a standard battleship," asked the Endless Journey. Back then, his construction relied on the terrifying technological capabilities of Golden Age humanity and Balder's own metaphysics. But now, it was clear that the Empire didn't have the wherewithal.

"The warship is divided into several parts, then built in modules and finally assembled together. Let's take a closer look at the specific process," said Bader.

"Is such a large hangar prepared for deploying Sky Surveyors or similar large aircraft?" asked the Lord of Radiance after reading some information.

"Yes, I made the battleship's beam extra large to accommodate large aircraft," Bader nodded. In reality, a ship like the Moon-class cruiser is inherently unsuitable for operating aircraft as large as the Sky Patrol. While the Moon-class is 5 kilometers long and the Sky Patrol is typically less than 200 meters long, don't forget that about a third of the Moon-class's length is comprised of engines and reactors. The remaining 3 kilometers or so, even with a full-deck hangar, leaving ample fore-aft clearance, would only accommodate about 10 aircraft longitudinally...

Some might say, "If it's a battleship, it's fine, right?" Well, if you don't consider the width, it's still very difficult for ordinary battleships to operate the Sky Patrol. This is because Imperial battleships are not pure aircraft carriers. They need to carry a large number of artillery, lances, and torpedoes, and the remaining space is barely enough to install a hangar. If this is squeezed together, the hangar space for a large battleship to operate the Sky Patrol will be very small. Moreover, the hangars of existing battleships are generally not high enough. Therefore, it is imperative to redesign a battleship capable of operating the Sky Patrol and some smaller versions of fighters.

In short, Bader's vision for this class of battleships was to mount large fixed axial weapons at the bow, with some conventional battleship-level weapons mounted on the upper hull. This would provide ample space for a sufficient number of Sky Patrollers, while also ensuring a certain level of speed, defense, and other performance. Consequently, this class of battleships was forced to become wider...

"I see this large warship has a small frigate suspended from its underside by magnetic hooks?" asked the Lord of Radiance. "Is it really necessary to make it so complicated?"

"I think so," Balder said affirmatively. "Don't you think the current frigate is a bit awkward?"

Warships in the Warhammer universe are clearly categorized by size. Forget the large ships, let's just talk about cruisers. Below cruisers are light cruisers, which are around 3 kilometers long. Next up are frigates, which are 1.5 to 2 kilometers long, and the smallest destroyers, which are around 1 kilometer long. These ships, to be fair, have very low actual damage output.

The already small ships needed additional propulsion to increase their speed, and they also needed warp engines. This significantly squeezed their already limited tonnage and space, resulting in a drastic drop in firepower and defense. While these ships were capable of warp navigation, they were incredibly vulnerable in the turbulent waters of the warp. It was like a small sailboat struggling to protect itself in rough seas.

So, someone might ask, how did humanity solve this problem during the Golden Age? The first problem is that the Warp was quite stable during the Golden Age, after all, the evil gods were not prominent. Another problem is that humans during the Golden Age did not have such small frigates...