The battle in the Federation of Indonesia was a great victory, but for some Thunder Warriors, this victory didn’t seem worth celebrating.
They discovered that at some point, a group of well-equipped small guys had appeared in the army.
They didn’t belong to the Thunder Warriors Legion, but instead to an Astartes Legions that had appeared out of nowhere.
In contrast, some observant Thunder Warriors noticed that as these Astartes appeared, the expansion of the Thunder Warriors gradually shrank.
This meant that these Astartes were gradually replacing the Thunder Warriors’ position in the Unification War.
How could this be?
We Thunder Warriors have gone through fire and rain, only for you Astartes, who popped up from nowhere, to snatch the fruits of our labor?
No, absolutely not.
The Thunder Warriors sent a representative—the commander of the Fourth Legion, known as the “Iron Lord,” Ushotan—to demand an explanation.
Ushotan first asked the Custodes, wanting them to pass a message to The Emperor, but The Emperor’s side remained silent after reading it.
With no other choice, he had to ask Morningstar.
Ushotan understood that only The Emperor’s word truly mattered and the Eldest Princess might not be able to help much, but now there was no one else he could ask besides Morningstar.
“Oh, so that’s how it is…” Morningstar then explained everything about the Thunder Warriors’ genetic defects and the Astartes Legions project.
In truth, The Emperor didn’t want Morningstar to tell the Thunder Warriors these things.
He felt it was still unknown if their genetic defects could be fixed, but regardless, only the Astartes would be the ones to conquer the galaxy in the future.
Rather than telling them, he thought it better to keep them in the dark until the war was over.
Then Morningstar scolded The Emperor back.
She felt that such things couldn’t be hidden, nor was there a need to hide them.
Those Thunder Warriors took extreme risks to undergo transformation, truly fighting with their whole hearts for the liberation of all mankind.
As long as things were explained clearly, they could understand.
But treating people like beasts of burden truly made him look nothing like a proper sovereign.
Who makes heroes bleed and cry?
It’s The Emperor…
oh, then never mind.
Ushotan listened in a daze.
If she couldn’t still see his chest slightly rising and falling, Morningstar would have suspected she had talked him to death.
“Mr.
Ushotan, what’s wrong?” Morningstar gently shook the man in front of her.
Ushotan finally snapped out of it slightly: “Your Highness, our genetic defects…”
“Don’t be afraid, Ushotan, don’t be afraid.” Morningstar grabbed Ushotan’s shoulders with both hands and looked directly into his eyes.
“Ushotan, I, Father, and the Empire have not given up on you.
We are all searching for a way to solve your genetic defects.
Please don’t give up on yourselves, okay?”
“Furthermore,” Morningstar suddenly broke into a warm smile, which in Ushotan’s eyes was more dazzling than any light.
“I plan to appoint the Thunder Warriors as instructors for the Astartes Legions.
Would you be willing to go back and ask your friends if they’re willing to teach the recruits who will take up your mantle in the future?”
…”So that’s it?
This is the end for us Thunder Warriors?”
Inside the massive command tent, the First Legion Primarch said dejectedly: “I thought we would conquer the galaxy with The Emperor and the Princess to save all of humanity.
I never imagined this would be our end.”
“Ilio, is this ending not enough?” Ushotan looked at the dejected figure beside him.
“At least we weren’t discarded like tools; at least The Emperor was willing to tell us everything.
And isn’t the Princess’s meaning clear enough?
Once our genetic defects are solved, we can continue to fight for all mankind as Astartes instructors.
Or is the identity of a Thunder Warrior really that important?”
“I agree with Ushotan,” the Sixth Legion Primarch Iligos stood up.
“Didn’t the Princess say we should be the instructors for those Astartes?
I just heard they also have twenty Legions.
I’ll go see what their Sixth Legion is made of.”
“Take it easy, those little guys don’t have many people yet,” someone chimed in from the side.
“Don’t worry, I know when to stop.” Outside the tent, the voice gradually faded away.
Astartes: Why do I have a bad feeling about this…
Inside the massive tent where Morningstar was, she was flipping through a book while recording something.
At this moment, the eastern front managed by Morningstar was in a period of rest and recuperation.
The vast lands and population of the Federation of Indonesia urgently needed resettlement, and intelligence on the Pan-Pacific Empire was still being gathered.
Morningstar also took this time to frantically study genetic knowledge.
Whenever she didn’t understand something, she would contact The Emperor via Psychic link, comparable to a 40K version of Zuoyebang.
Morningstar looked around to make sure no one was there, then flipped a switch under the desk.
A secret door opened in the floor.
She walked in.
Inside was a laboratory, with glass cabinets filled with bottles and jars of all sizes lining the walls.
In the center of the lab was a large surgical bed, and a person—more accurately, a Thunder Warrior—was strapped to it.
The moment the Thunder Warrior saw Morningstar, he struggled violently, his eyes bloodshot and wide with rage.
If his mouth hadn’t been tightly sealed, he would have definitely let out a furious roar.
This was a warrior who had already fallen into genetic frenzy.
On the Empire’s western front, he had suddenly attacked both friend and foe in a craze, and was eventually discovered by the Custodes and sent here.
“The seventeenth clinical trial begins,” Morningstar murmured to herself, the scalpel in her hand glinting with a cold light…
The Astartes felt that those Thunder Warriors had been very strange lately.
Usually, when executing missions together, they would always charge ahead, fearing the Astartes would steal their glory.
But recently, they weren’t in any hurry at all.
Instead, they sat to one side, watching them complete missions while saying irritating things.
“Tsk tsk tsk, this won’t do.
If it were us, we would have taken it down in half a day.”
“Exactly, their combat power is lacking, and their tactics are a total mess.”
The Astartes originally thought they should just endure these seniors since they had distinguished military service and it wasn’t easy for them, but then the other side wanted to spar.
No, this can’t be endured anymore.
Today, no matter what, they had to vent this anger.
Then the Astartes were beaten up.
They didn’t understand how someone could move their heavy armor using only physical strength without relying on Power Armor.
Were these really humans?
They saw the leading Thunder Warrior looking at them with a smile: “By the Princess’s order, from today on, we are your instructors.
You’d better all perform well and don’t embarrass our Empire.”