Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

At this thought, Clarks's momentum suddenly weakened. As the saying goes, if you don't manage the household, you don't know the cost of daily necessities. Ferrus was still very tolerant of Clarks. Fortunately, Ferrus's family was still relatively wealthy, and the Tenth Legion had extensive connections. At least for now, through other channels, there was no shortage of supplies. However, the agency that supplied the Legion with supplies had some complaints. Due to various factors, Thomas arrived, representing the Emperor.

"My lords, the Empire's supplies are already scarce, and after a long and unstable warp voyage, what can be delivered to the Legion is even more limited. We must distinguish between ideals and reality. The actions of the Terran Ministry of Administration may not be the most reasonable, but in many cases, these actions are the most cost-effective." Admiral Thomas said.

"So, state your terms, Your Excellency Admiral," said Ferrus.

"First of all, the advance speed of the Tenth and Nineteenth Legions is not slow, which the Emperor is very satisfied with. However, the material cost of conquering each planet is a bit high. And because Lord Clarkos destroyed the superstructure of this planet, Terra was unable to take over quickly and resume production quickly. If the two Primarchs can reduce the losses and enable the conquered planets to quickly resume production and maintain stability. Then everything will not be a problem. As for other matters with the Terra Administrative Council, the two Primarchs can discuss them with Lord Lano." Admiral Thomas said.

"Your Excellency the Admiral, the Tenth and Nineteenth Legions do not have the right to obtain fiefdoms, and they do not have the right to govern conquered planets." Lord Lano said.

"But the two legions can set up recruitment points on the conquered planets. After the legions set up the recruitment points, the relationship between the planet's administrators and the legions is still undecided. It can be said to be a gray area. The Emperor has not made a decision. Do you understand what I mean?" said Admiral Thomas.

If a Legion has established a recruitment point on a planet and there's a Governor on that planet, how will the relationship between the two sides work? This is a very philosophical question. For the Luna Wolves, the most likely outcome is peace. For the Space Wolves, however, the Legion sometimes "stands up for what's right."

Chapter 185: Legions, Bureaucrats, and the Emperor 2

The galaxy is vast, and there are too many human worlds. Often, even when a rebellion breaks out, it might not even reach Terra, and the Moff will resolve it. It can be said that Terra often doesn't care about the conditions of the planets below, only about tithes and the associated mobilization of supplies and manpower.

Compromises are everywhere in the Imperium. The Emperor needs to compromise with the Mechanicus, the Terran bureaucracy needs to compromise with the vastness of the star fields and the great distances. And for the Krakus, they also need to compromise with logistics.

"Okay, I've finished what I said. The two Primarchs can think about this matter again. If you can't solve this problem by yourselves, then you must follow the old rules. Of course, given the two Primarchs' outstanding military achievements, there will be no reprimands this time." Admiral Thomas said finally.

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"Ferus, my brother, I have caused you trouble." After the meeting, when the two Primarchs were alone, Clarks first apologized for his behavior.

"The problem isn't serious right now, but if it can't be resolved, we'll obviously have to change some of our practices. You know, not all legions are treated the same." Ferrus waved his hand. Clearly, the Emperor had spared his two sons this time, but the issues he had addressed must be addressed.

"What if, like Russ, we ask the Emperor for our own fiefdom?" Clarks asked.

"I'm afraid not. In fact, managing multiple galaxies is a very troublesome thing. Do you understand what I mean? Because it involves too many aspects. Even when Rus was building his pocket empire, he recruited a large number of officials from Terra. Training an effective administrative team requires a long time, patience, and professional knowledge. And I am proficient in casting, technology and warfare." Ferrus said a little embarrassedly.

In reality, farming is a very scarce resource. Among the Primarchs, those who can farm are also very good; Guilliman is one, Lorgar is another. As for people like Pittsburgh and Ferrus, well, they are indeed skilled at technology, but that's different from farming. After all, when Pittsburgh's farming led to a rebellion on his own planet, it's definitely not a sign of good farming. (In fact, there have been many cases of Primarch homeworlds rebelling, including the homeworlds of the Corvus King and the Leo. So, you can say that the Leo is good at commanding troops, but forget about farming.)

"If it really doesn't work, I'm willing to make concessions." Clarks said with a long sigh.

"Okay, we still have some time. We just finished this battle, so we still have some time to rest and think of a solution." Ferrus comforted him. "By the way, where is Sharokin? Hasn't he been following you?"

"Shit..." Clarks suddenly realized at this moment that his most outstanding offspring had been "out of contact" for at least five Terra days. After all, after the talks between the two sides, there were still many things to do. Admiral Thomas would entertain the troops on behalf of the Emperor and Terra, and there would also be banquets that required the Primarch to perform. In addition, he encountered some troubles, so Clarks forgot about his little brother who had not returned yet...

"Have you found the person?" Clarks asked his followers.

"Sorry, there's no news from Captain Sharokin," the attendant beside him said. "We've tried to contact Captain Sharokin, but all attempts have failed. The search team we sent out hasn't found any trace of him either."

"Damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier." Clarks' eyebrows were twisted into a ball. He really couldn't understand how Sharokin could get lost on this conquered planet?

"It'll be alright, my brother," Ferrus consoled him. "We can go look for him together." Ferrus was very impressed with Sharokin's skill. Even though he said that, it was clearly unusual for such a skilled warrior to disappear like that.

"Call the guards, we're leaving now," Clarks ordered. So, while the two Primarchs were communicating with the Terran bureaucrats, what were Orion and Sharokin doing?

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"So, we are in trouble this time?" asked Sharokin. During the past few days of getting along, Orion also told him the purpose of the imperial delegation's visit here.

"Yes, there are some problems. But if they can be solved, then nothing will be a problem," Orion said as he sorted through the information he had compiled. It must be said that Sharokin was quite cooperative with Orion, after all, he had the Emperor's golden signboard. Furthermore, Orion really didn't ask about the Raven Guard, focusing almost entirely on investigating the local industrial base, resources, and manpower.

"How will you report this to the Emperor?" Sharokin asked. After spending some time together, he found that this man who claimed to be the Emperor's Guard seemed very easy to get along with. At least, it was much easier to get along with him than with the Imperial Guards.

"It's not a question of how I report, but how you do it. The reason is very simple. The Iron Hands and the Raven Guard have increased the cost of the Great Crusade for some reason. The Emperor wants to reduce the cost, or you can take some measures to make up for the losses. It's that simple." Orion said.

"If we can quickly repair the mining machinery here and resume production, can the minerals produced be used to make up for the losses of the Great Expedition?" asked Sharokin.

"Minerals alone aren't enough. The Great Crusade needs guns, fuel, and other finished products, not just raw materials." Orion continued, "Do you understand mining? You've essentially wiped out the entire planet's upper echelons, and the remaining population isn't strong enough to coordinate and operate a planet-wide mining system."

"I was a miner before I became a Space Marine, and my brothers all have extensive experience. We've been miners for much longer than we've been Space Marines." Sharokhin paused before continuing, "As for production capacity, I think we can export the minerals to the Space Wolves. The Legion has its own industrial worlds and forge worlds. The minerals here are of very high quality, eliminating the need for filtering and washing."

"Uh..." Orion was genuinely surprised. He had seen many Space Marines. They all performed exceptionally well in combat and technology. He had also come across some notorious Space Marines. But honestly, this was the first time he had seen a Space Marine proficient in mining and extraction...

"Let me put it this way, as long as you can reduce the supply from Terra to the same level as other legions, then everything will be fine." Orion thought for a moment and said.

"So, can I contact the Primarch now?" asked Sharokin.

"Of course," Orion nodded in agreement. A few hours later, aboard a Bear gunship, Orion met the two Primarchs. After Orion's identity was confirmed, the two sides began to resolve their issue.

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"The Imperial Attendant's Hall? I really don't know where my father found people like you." Ferrus looked at Orion in front of him, his tone a little curious.

Orion wasn't tall. Unlike Ramon, a Knight-Errant who ascended directly from the Custodians, Orion had previously been a Navigator. After his ascension, his height was comparable to that of an ordinary Space Marine. His build was also more slender, giving the impression of a scholar rather than a warrior. However, no one could deny Orion's strength. Just look at Sharokin, who he had "taken away." At least, for now, no Space Marine from either Legion could challenge him in an "unrestricted duel." And upon first seeing Orion, Ferrus actually felt a faint sense of threat.

"There may be some weak individuals among the Custodians, but among the Emperor's Acolytes, no weak ones seem to have been found. Interesting." Ferrus looked across at the other side. He compared the Imperial Guards and the Imperial Acolytes, the two departments of the Emperor's personal guard.

In his free time, Ferrus often compared the Custodes with the Legion's Space Marines. He concluded that the Custodes were generally stronger than the Legion's. However, due to the model's bias, the Legion's sheer numbers often produced exceptionally powerful individuals, such as Sharrokin, whom he had met, and Abaddon of the Luna Wolves. These individuals could easily defeat even a Company Commander, let alone an ordinary Custodes.

However, upon first encountering Orion, Ferrus could sense he was truly on a different level from the Legionnaires. Sharokin attempted a challenge, and the outcome was obvious. Ferrus respected the strong. Though still far inferior to him, they were still worthy of respect.

"Primarchs," Orion saluted. Then he said, "According to the Emperor's will, I have undertaken a solo investigation. This will involve some complications, and I hope you understand. I understand and appreciate your actions. The Iron Hands' precise and fierce strikes have preserved much of this planet's industrial infrastructure, and the Raven Guard's elimination of the upper-class slave owners was justified. These are not the issues. The only challenge is how to reduce the costs of the expedition. Captain Sharrokin has offered a suggestion. If implemented, this incident will be resolved. I believe Admiral Thomas has said something similar to the two Primarchs."

Afterward, Orion summarized Sharokin's suggestions and handed them to the two Primarchs. Clarks, upon reading them, naturally beamed. Ferrus, on the other hand, hesitated to nod.

"Any questions, Ferrus?" Clarks asked.

"Excuse me for a moment." Ferrus made a gesture of invitation, and then the two Primarchs entered the upper deck of the Bear gunship without an escort.

"It's a good plan, isn't it? We sell the minerals produced by this planet to Rus, and then Rus uses their products to support our expedition. Isn't that great? Both of us benefit." Clarks said.

"The problem is that Russ doesn't lack raw materials. The Empire has already acquired many mining worlds, and Russ and the Space Wolves have just conquered an entire sector. The minerals there are enough to support his fiefdom, and even export them. In theory, he doesn't need to import at all. On the contrary, the Space Wolves' weapons and technology are in short supply."

"For example, the price of a set of Centurion Terminator armor is more than three times that of ordinary Terminator armor! Even so, the supply cannot meet the demand. All legions with sufficient materials and funds will order these armors for their elite troops. Even so, except for some specially guaranteed supply units, the orders have been scheduled for 3 years later. For some reasons, the transaction between us and the Space Wolves is at par, which is cheaper than the sale outside. Do you understand what I mean?" Ferrus explained to his brother.

Ferrus was a very honest man. He could bear some losses himself to help the Raven Guard, but he wouldn't sacrifice the benefits of others, because a seemingly fair trade model actually puts the Space Wolves at a disadvantage. Of course, if Ferrus were to make such a request, he believed he would accept it, after all, their relationship was good, but Ferrus wasn't very willing to do so. He would rather make up for it from his own wealth than trouble others with this matter.

"Then let's attack the Alien Empire or the human pocket empire that has been listed as a punishment target by the Empire." Clarks said with a sigh.

In reality, the Empire would select different Legions to carry out missions when facing different enemies. For example, when encountering difficult Pocket Empires and Aliens, they would inevitably use several powerful Legions or even several Legions to attack together. Not to mention the oversized Randan, even Aliens like the Druun would be attacked by Luna Wolves, White Scars, and Death Guard all at once.

For enemies that are extremely dangerous to the Empire and have strong intentions to resist, Space Wolves, Night Lords, and later Devourers may be deployed. If these enemies are relatively strong and dangerous, such as the Kraves, I'm sorry, but the Dark Angels will arrange for you. Farewell.

For other situations, such as sieges, Pixar would naturally lead the charge, while staunch defenses would be best handled by the Imperial Fists. If a planet harbors valuable relics, the Thousand Sons would undoubtedly be interested. And for more common enemies, the Ultramarines would be the ones to deal with. Of course, while battles are frequent across the galaxy, generally speaking, there are still many instances of overwhelming victory. Upon witnessing the righteousness of the Imperial fleet across space, immediate surrender is the norm. Otherwise, if fierce fighting were to rage on every planet, the unification of humanity would become a distant prospect.

Therefore, it is not difficult for Clarks to avoid this situation. He can just go directly to the Alien Empire. After all, generally speaking, the Empire will fight the Aliens to death. If it is the Greenskins, maybe they will have to burn it again after the fight, after all, there may still be spores left in the ground...

Chapter 186 Industrial Complex

"Let me talk to Rus." Ferrus glanced at his younger brother and decided to contact him. Determined to prove his own and his Legion's superiority, Ferrus was acutely aware that in this vibrant Empire, success couldn't come from relying on his own strength; he needed the support of his brothers. Relying on navigating the Empire's complex bureaucracy was clearly inefficient, and cooperation with the Space Wolves had benefited Ferrus and his Legion immensely.

Ferrus, returning to his flagship, immediately arranged for his astropath to communicate with Russ. Two hours later, Russ, fresh from slaying the greenskins on the planet's surface, returned to the flagship. The three Primarchs held another brief meeting.

"Well, I feel like you shouldn't come to me for this." Russ frowned, then resolutely decided to bring his ally in as well. So, after a while, the three-party meeting turned into a four-person meeting.

"If it's just resolving this problem, it's not a problem. The problem is what to do in the future," Balder said after listening to Ferrus's account. If it's an emergency, then considering Clarks's loyalty, even if the Space Wolves send a batch of equipment and supplies, it wouldn't be a big deal. At most, they could use Sharokin to pay off the debt. What's so difficult about that?

However, some matters in the future are extremely troublesome. Although the Emperor only requested reduced losses, energy conservation, and emissions this time, and didn't particularly care about the jurisdictional issues raised by the Terran Council and the Ministry of Justice, things will be different in the future. Because, with very few exceptions, the basic principle is that the Legion will occupy a planet and then hand it over to Terran official management. While the Legion can establish recruitment points, even sign trade treaties with certain worlds, and even engage in illegal transactions (such as Curze's Dark Empire), everything has its limits.

The Space Wolves may seem quite arrogant, but they operate within certain boundaries. When encountering minor problems, they simply deal with them. A sector governor or the Terran Council won't hold the Legion against them over the downfall of a minor figure. However, if a major incident arises, such as a planetary governor who the Space Wolves feel is excessive, then the proper procedures must be followed. Before taking down a governor, they will at least report the matter and obtain formal approval from Terra before taking action. As for matters within the Space Wolves' borders, those are the Legion's own business, and Terra should not interfere.

As a result, over time, those who didn't get along with the Space Wolves, or those who were not very clean, simply stayed away from them, based on the principle of "I can't afford to offend, but I can't afford to avoid them." Rus also turned a blind eye, and now those who can deal with the Space Wolves generally have a good relationship with them, so there is no such strong hostility.

"In theory, the Legion does not have the right to govern a planet, unless it is a mother planet, a fiefdom, or a planet for recruiting soldiers. If the two Primarchs are willing to establish their own fiefdoms, then by incorporating them into their own fiefdoms, they will have full management rights. We can provide assistance in how to manage these places, and after a period of operation, we can at least achieve a slight surplus." Balder thought for a while and said.

"Well, I have no plans to establish a new one. Managing my own Legion is already a bit of a stretch. So I'm not going to do it," Clarkes said first. This answer didn't surprise Baldur. After all, Clarkes had agreed to Guilliman's splitting of the Legion, and the other Primarchs had been forced to leave their descendants for various reasons. Clarkes had gone out on his own to block the enemy. It can only be said that Clarkes' leadership skills were truly limited, and he was unwilling to manage too many things.

"I am also not interested in investing my energy in the heavy planetary management and the inefficient bureaucratic red tape." Ferrus also rejected the proposal of establishing a fiefdom.

"Hmmmm, it seems farming is a rare talent, even among Primarchs," Balder thought. It's not that Primarchs can't have their own fiefdoms, it's just that most don't want them. If they do, they'll always find a way to create some. For example, Curze offered protection to some Technocracy tribes and others in exchange for the equipment his Legion needed.

"Then, Lord Ferrus, are you interested in building a massive industrial system spanning the galaxy? The types and quantities of materials and weapons we need are so numerous that we need to collect resources from multiple planets, plan production and construction, and ultimately concentrate the products on a few planets for final assembly. If there is an organization to coordinate all these tasks, and an experienced and technically advanced Primarch to coordinate and command, then I think this massive industrial group will become a miracle in the human empire." Bader proposed a second solution as a compromise.

In Balder's opinion, Ferrus and Krax were a perfect match, not just in combat but also in production. Most of Krax's Raven Guard were miners, more experienced in mining than in combat. The Iron Hands, on the other hand, were a gathering place for tech geeks. Furthermore, the Legion itself was the end-consumer market, directly connecting upstream and downstream. Furthermore, because it was a group or company, it generally didn't involve planetary governance, thus avoiding the sensitive nerves of Terran bureaucrats. Whether certain actions actually interfered with local governance was actually unimportant. Often, there were things that could be done, but couldn't be stated explicitly.

Besides, a strong industrial system can solve local employment, production, and taxation issues. This is extremely attractive to those who are ambitious and want to expand their family's power. Balder has seen this tactic many times in another universe, so it can be understood as attracting investment...

"That's an interesting idea," Ferrus said after a moment's thought after listening to Balder's introduction. He might not be interested in managing government affairs, but he would be somewhat interested in managing an industrial trust. After all, Ferrus was essentially a capable blacksmith.

"If you decide to do it, the Space Wolves can provide the initial supplies and support to help the Iron Hands and Raven Guard get through the initial start-up period," said Balder.

What is a Legion? Some say it's a military formation, which is true. But it's also a political entity, an economic unit, and a production unit within the Imperium. Many Legions have their own production facilities, but if they rely entirely on the Mechanicum for supplies, their size and equipment will definitely not be top-notch. Essentially, each Primarch has his or her own unique approach to equipment and supplies.

The Iron Hands, on the other hand, relied on their own industrial capabilities and close ties with the Mechanicus to possess the largest armored assault force of all the legions, so much so that even Guilliman was very envious. Think about it, the Iron Hands had only a little over 11 people, while the Ultramarines had a conservative number of 25...

"I think this plan is good, Russ, Balder, my brothers. I will repay the kindness shown by the Space Wolves in the future." Ferrus said with great satisfaction. In his opinion, the Space Wolves are indeed brothers. Not only did they help the two legions overcome difficulties, but they also proposed solutions.

"Ferrus, my brother, Brother Balder has proposed a plan to build new Splendid-class battleships. I hope the Iron Hands Legion can quickly implement it. Because, in the near future, our father will welcome a newly returned brother, and Balder will also participate in this grand meeting. We hope that by the time of the meeting, the first batch of Splendid-class battleships will be completed."

"Of course, we've also taken into account the needs of the Iron Hands and Raven Guard. We can certainly provide both Legions with sufficient products during this period to compensate for the reduced production capacity caused by the construction of the Splendid-class battleships." Russ was still very concerned about the production of this class of battleships. After all, it was the first battleship designed by the Space Wolves. It was very commemorative. Furthermore, since it was related to Baldur's meeting with Guilliman, Russ was very willing to allow Baldur to interact with more of his fellow Primarchs and build good relationships.

In reality, Balder needed more than just the Iron Hands' production capacity; he also needed their technology, such as the special heavy, long-range artillery possessed by the Iron Hands fleet. This artillery, unlike the typical side-mounted macrocannons, had a longer range and greater power. Mounted on the hull, it was an absolute weapon for long-range artillery engagements.

(In the Sharokin series of novels, the deck gun on the Iron Hands cruiser where Sharokin was stationed broke the keel of a rebel cruiser on the opposite side.)

Now, when the Legions began collaborating, both sides naturally had to coordinate and arrange things. The Iron Hands had more advanced technology, so they naturally used it to produce high-tech weapons, while the Wolf Regiment provided conventional weaponry.

"Guilliman? I've heard some information," Ferrus said with a smile. "I believe Brother Balder and Guilliman will have a lot in common. This is no problem at all, I will handle it personally."

If Klax's return went relatively unnoticed, causing little stir among the Primarchs, then Guilliman's was different. Guilliman's conditions were exceptional. Before the Emperor's coming, he had already established himself as the ruler of a pocket empire of humanity. The prototype of 500 worlds was already being nurtured on Macragge. Naturally, all the Primarchs would take notice of such a brother, one who had his own territory and army.

The two sides subsequently reached an agreement and ended the call. Later, Ferrus and Clarks, speaking with Admiral Thomas and Orion, decisively stated that they had established contact with the Space Wolves and would temporarily provide supplies and assistance to the Iron Hands and Raven Guard to ease the pressure on Terra. Ferrus also stated that he would collaborate with some planetary governors, with the Iron Hands providing technology and the governors providing manpower and resources. Together, they would address the expeditionary force's supply challenges.

"So, our problem is solved. The supplies provided by Terra can be reduced appropriately. And in the future, the production enterprises controlled by the Legion will bear part of the losses of the expedition. We have achieved each other's goals, haven't we?" After the two sides agreed on all the details, Ferrus said this to the imperial representative.

"I feel that the giant industrial conglomerates established and controlled by the Legion will inevitably affect the planetary governor's management of his planet. Furthermore, the cooperation between the three Legions is highly efficient."

Lord Ranor of Terra gazed upon the drafted document with an indescribably complex expression. Clearly, he had grasped the underlying problem: if the Legion had its own relatively independent supply system, its reverence for Terra would be diminished. The Space Wolves were like this, and now, the Iron Hands were doing the same. They were simply adopting a more gentle approach. His final words, while simultaneously expressing admiration for the Legion's power, were also tinged with deep fear.

Lord Ranor had risen to the highest levels of the Empire and joined this delegation, a testament to his considerable skill. His political acumen was acute, and he recognized a serious problem: the massive industrial complex established by the Iron Hands posed a challenge to Terra's authority, yet at the same time, it enjoyed the support of the local planetary governor. After all, someone was helping them build their business and willing to share some of their profits with the local bureaucrats according to the agreement. On one side lay the unreachable Holy Terra, and on the other, the practical benefits provided by the Legion. So, when faced with a situation, how would the local bureaucrats choose?

"The galaxy is vast. I believe the Imperium has ample room for those with differing opinions," Orion began. "The Terran Council and the Legions are both integral to the Imperium of Man. We should work together sincerely, rather than haggling over individual issues." Orion clearly understood Rano's underlying message. The Imperium was too vast, with too many interest groups and factions. Orion wasn't surprised that Lord Rano had such thoughts. As the Emperor's retainer, his role was to coordinate and bridge differences, ensuring the continued efficient operation of the Imperium.

"We are just more efficient. Any civilization and any society will choose a more efficient model. Only in this way can we make progress. So, Lord Rano, after you return to Terra, don't forget to warn those senior officials that instead of arguing about power, it is better to do the job at hand well." Ferrus counterattacked without hesitation.

Chapter 187 Clarks, you have to stand up!

The meeting finally concluded. The atmosphere wasn't exactly good, but the issue was resolved. Admiral Thomas and Lano accepted the proposed solution, and Orion pledged to report the relevant information to the Emperor. Following the meeting, the Terran delegation departed for their assigned mission. Orion vanished. Perhaps he remained, perhaps occupied with other matters. Neither the Terran Lords nor the Primarchs had any authority to directly interfere with the Emperor's Chamber of Deputies. However, the Terran delegation's departure didn't mean all of Clarkes's problems were resolved.

"The problem has been solved, why do you still look depressed, my brother?" When Ferrus saw Clarks again, seeing the latter's lonely and hesitant look, Ferrus really couldn't help it. As the leader, Ferrus believed that he had the responsibility and obligation to make his brothers stand up.

"I'm trying to figure out some things that are happening within the Legion," Clarks said after a moment's hesitation. He then waved his hand, and the attendants around him turned and left. Ferrus did the same, knowing his brother needed to speak with him alone.

"I've discovered that there's a great deal of discord between the Terran veterans and the newcomers within my legion, and it's even tending to get worse. The veterans from Terra have too many traces of Horus in them, and their way of fighting and thinking are completely incompatible with mine. I feel like having this group of people stay in the legion is an unstable factor," Clarks said with a sigh.

Clarks's style is infiltration, sneak attacks, and special operations. The combat style of the veterans from Terra is more inclined to the multi-arms combined operations and flexible deployment of the Luna Wolves. To put it bluntly, the latter is also a frontal attack. And how to say it, although Clarks brought many people from the Savior Planet, in terms of number and combat level, the Terra veterans are generally much stronger. After all, they have not fought in vain for so many years. Sharokin is indeed very strong, but Sharokin's strength is only one person. He is different from Akurduna. Sharokin is an assassin. In addition to his own combat power, Akurduna is also a very good commander.

As a result, the veterans from Terra still held a commanding advantage in the Legion's combat effectiveness. However, these individuals, after all, had served Horus for so long, and, influenced by the Warrior Society, their thinking became more Horusian. Meanwhile, Klax lacked Ferrus's strength and exceptional abilities, nor his affability. Furthermore, Klax's abilities outside of combat were mediocre. Consequently, Klax felt his scions were somewhat unruly, and he didn't know how to manage them.

"So, what are you going to do with these offspring?" After hearing this, Ferrus's bright eyes flickered. He thought for a moment and then asked.

"I've decided to exile them and have them form an independent fleet to serve the Empire," Clarks sighed. Honestly, he was at a loss as to what to do with his Terran heirs. In terms of combat effectiveness, these guys were far superior to the miners back on Salvation Star. They had their own ideas and tactics. Clarks couldn't convince them, and he couldn't bring himself to take action. In this situation, he could only turn a blind eye.

With a "bang", Ferrus's palm slammed heavily on the table, breaking it in two. Ferrus stood up and stared at Clarks fiercely. His eyes were full of disappointment and dissatisfaction.

"Krax, you are my brother, and we fought side by side. But I still have to say, you are too fragile! You are the most fragile of all the brothers I have ever seen! You are avoiding your responsibilities! Look at our brothers, many of them are in worse situations than you. When Rus first took over the legion, his veterans were a bunch of scum! His recruits were nothing more than a group of barbarians who ate raw meat and drank blood. As a result, now, they have surpassed most of the legions and turned the Space Wolves into a unit that is very popular among the mortal legions."

"As for Fulgrim, although I despise his pretentious appearance, I have to say that he is tenacious and pursues glory. When he was found by the Empire, there were only a few hundred people gathered under his command! And he still vowed to restore the Third Legion to its former glory and become the leader among the legions. Obviously, their situations are much worse than yours. In such a bad situation, they did not give up their offspring and used their own abilities and personal charm to transform their legions. And you, Clarks, my brother, my brother who fought side by side with me! Why can you abandon your Terran offspring and let them fend for themselves? This is an evasion of your own responsibilities! We are Primarchs, we are not only the offspring, commanders and swords of the Emperor, but also the fathers of the legions! How can you do this?" Ferrus asked loudly.

"But I can't convince them!" Clarks retorted.

"Horus has only been with them for a few decades. And you, Clarks, you will be with them for a long time in the future. Do you think that your influence on your descendants in the future will be less than Horus's? Don't give up, my brother, don't let Horus laugh at you! You should become strong and use practical actions to tell Horus that you are more suitable to lead your descendants than him!" Ferrus put a hand on Clarks' shoulder and said.

"I won't let Horus laugh at me," Clarks said. "But I don't know what to do. The methods I'm familiar with don't seem to be suitable for the current situation." Clarks said with some distress.

"Well, that's indeed a problem. Your tactics are more suitable for small-scale elite troops rather than large-scale legion operations." Ferrus said, touching his chin.

How can we describe Clarks' tactics? It's hard to describe them in a few words. For example, Clarks used one tactic with a small squad. It was the same with a company, and when he led thousands of people, he still used the same tactics! This is ridiculous! Clarks did change his tactics, but how can we put it? Maybe it was a habit, or maybe it was a personality issue, but Clarks' tactics were not very suitable for large-scale combat. It can be said that when the number of people reached a certain level, the more troops there were, the worse Clarks' tactical system became!

"Being good at stealth and stealth combat does not mean having only one set of tactics. I think the Raven Guard should expand its capabilities in mobile warfare and deep strikes. After all, your legion has an innate advantage in equipment." Ferrus said.

"We are brothers. I have an obligation to make you as good as me, or even surpass me. So we shouldn't give up because of a little difficulty." Ferrus continued to cheer for Clarks. Besides, Ferrus did make plans for the development of Clarks' legion.

"Okay..." Clarks nodded in response to his good brother's offer of help. After spending some time together, Clarks could sense Ferrus's simplicity, his lack of preoccupations. He focused entirely on improving his own legion and his allies. While a bit blunt in his words, he was genuinely kind to Clarks. So, when Ferrus offered to help Clarks rebuild his army, Clarks couldn't refuse.

"Listen to me, transfer Sharokin from your subordinates first. Well, let him go to the Space Wolves Legion first." Ferrus said after thinking for a while.

"This is impossible. Sharokin is the best descendant under my command. Without him, I..." Clarks was interrupted by Ferrus before he could finish his words.

"What you need to do now is to gradually forget what you were once familiar with. Sharokin is a very good warrior, and it is precisely because of his excellence that you have become dependent on him. You have to give up this dependence and rely on your own talents to adapt to the new battlefield. Just like Rus, although he has a hero like Balder. But when Balder was not there, he still defeated our newly returned brothers. I have looked up the information of the Seventh Legion, and it is a pretty good legion." Ferrus said.

"No, absolutely not," said Clarks.

"Once the next batch of Bear gunships arrive from the Space Wolves, I can give you five more! Your legion needs to develop from simple stealth to rapid strikes and penetration!" Ferrus said with a wave of his hand.

"Although I can feel your sincerity, but..." Clarks said after hesitating.

"My legion has developed an invisible field generator that I can provide to the Raven Guard," said Ferrus.