Here is Captain Bradford of the Second Legion, and I am attached to the Second Detachment of the Sixth Fleet of the Legion, Fleet Number [102].

I'm going to keep a daily work log here to make sure that what happened during this time will be known to future generations.

Based on the last subspace-driven timer that can barely operate on our ship, the approximate time I wrote this work log should be 875. The second half of the M30 to 876. Between the first half of the M30, the seventy-seventh or seventy-eighth year after the Great Expedition began in Terra.

Due to equipment failures, we are unable to record accurate time, and can only estimate from memory, so in this log, all time will be replaced by our own calculated Terra standard days after the subspace storm.

By the time I actually write this journal, the 102nd Expeditionary Fleet has been completely out of touch with the Legion and all Imperial institutions for more than 300 Terra Standard days.

In these three hundred days, we have experienced most of the horrors and challenges that we can encounter in the Void: confrontations with aliens, wars against hunger, battles with natural disasters, mortal weakness and bureaucratic inefficiency all the time to make these challenges more and more crazy, and at any time and at any time will make us disappear into this area that no one has ever explored.

But, with the throne above, most of us are still alive and still have the strength and confidence to fight for the Empire.

We won, we survived.

In the name of the Second Legion of Astarte, the Emperor of Mankind, and in the name of the great genetic protoplasm that we have never met again, I have written this journal to record this tribulation and strong victory.

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It all started with the subspace storm that took place in the Damocles sector.

At that time, the Sixth Fleet had just completed a visit to part of the world of Otlama, and we were warmly received by the Ultramarines, although we could not go to Maculag to meet His Excellency Killiman, the Thirteenth Primordial, but in Cowes, Company Commander Orfeo received us and took us to visit part of the world of the Five Hundred Worlds, and this expedition was of great value to the Sixth Fleet.

After the expedition was completed, the main force of the Sixth Fleet, about 3,000 warriors, had assembled in the Foundry World of Connaught in Otrama, and prepared to travel through the Foundry World Gantz and the Agricultural World of Tarintus to the Foundry World of Reza, located in the Maelstrom region: the fleet had reached an agreement with the Mechonizons there, and on this trip, we would receive a large number of supplies, enough to keep the entire fleet running for five years.

But while traveling through the agricultural world of Massari, we received a letter for help: a message from an Imperial colony fleet that had been attacked by Xenomorph warships near the Damocles sector.

After a brief exchange, the fleet decided to temporarily turn around and aid the subjects of the empire.

But just as they arrived in the Damocles Star Zone, all three branch fleets of the Sixth Fleet were attacked by a subspace storm without warning.

At that time, the second branch of the Sixth Fleet, the 102nd Expeditionary Fleet, to which our ship belonged, was the only fleet that had not yet passed through Mandeville and was stranded in subspace, so when the storm was over, we completely lost all communication with the First and Third Fleets, that is, the 101st and 103rd Expeditionary Fleets.

We're lost in subspace.

Fortunately, all the ships of the 102nd Expeditionary Fleet were still able to maintain contact with each other, and the 1032 Astarte warriors did not have any non-combat attrition, and thanks to the joint efforts of the experimental think tank, the accompanying mechanical priests, and the Star Navigators, the 102nd Fleet successfully made the leap to the real universe on the thirteenth Terra Standard Day after the Lost.

The throne is above, and although we were damaged early in the jump, we still have more than a thousand Astarte warriors.

But the only problem is that the subspace engines of almost all warships have already reached a certain degree of damage and destruction in this sudden storm, and it has become unsafe to conduct long-distance subspace voyages again, and on some seriously damaged ships, the regenerative equipment responsible for supplying the survival materials of mortal crews has also been damaged to varying degrees, reducing the material reserves of the entire fleet to a very dangerous limit.

Fortunately, we were able to hold on for a while after a strict and rational rationing system was put in place.

According to the inference of the navigator and the star whisperer on the battleship, the 102nd Expeditionary Fleet was most likely engulfed by that subspace storm, traversing the entire Damocles star sector, and came to one of the most remote corners of the Far Eastern star field that the human empire had never explored.

After discussions with the Star Whisperers, the Navigator, the Mechanical Priest, and the Mortal Captains, the Supreme Commander of the 102nd Fleet, Company Commander Brewster, gave the order: to move on, to find a habitable world where supplies could be made, and a way to return to the Human Empire.

Truth be told, when this order was given, there was a thrill akin to joy in the hearts of all the soldiers, including me: the mere thought of the unknown is enough to make us feel joy and joy.

And I also know that the fighters like us who belong to the Sixth Fleet are the least exploratory in the entire legion, and if it were the guys from the Second Fleet, maybe they would have cheered by now.

But regardless, after the 102nd Expeditionary Fleet was hit by the fifteenth Terra Standard Day of that subspace storm, we officially began our exploration of the vast expanse of land on the eastern side of the Damocles Sector.

This exploration took about fifty Terra standard days, and the entire 102nd Expeditionary Fleet was constantly making extremely short jumps in subspace, and this method of [playing in the water] was ridiculously inefficient, except for those of us who were unlucky guys, I am afraid that no fool would carry out this kind of subspace voyage.

Despite this, we have explored a considerable number of galaxies, and even found some habitable worlds, most of which are too poor to supply the entire fleet, but we have obtained large reserves through hunting and other means, and have recorded the location of these worlds.

In the passage of the [102-4] system, we even discovered an uninhabitable world full of extremely rich mineral resources, which was almost entirely constructed of various rare minerals, and some of the mechanical priests who accompanied the army wanted to stay there at all costs, and we had to knock them unconscious and take them away, and ensure that they had the first mining rights in this world.

This exploration continued until the fifty-fifth day, when we were once again in a short jump to an unknown galaxy, and we were confronted with a battle.

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Everyone will remember that the reason we ended up here was because we were trying to support a colony fleet that had been attacked by an army of aliens, and we encountered the subspace storm halfway through.

But what we didn't expect was that the colonial fleet that asked for help also encountered the subspace storm and was also swept into the wasteland in the eastern part of the Damocles Star Zone, and the alien fleet that attacked them actually followed suit.

When the 102nd Fleet jumped to this nameless system, we immediately spotted the colonial fleet that had been cornered by the alien army, and Company Commander Brewster quickly recognized the aliens.

It was a kluter, a distinctly bird-like alien named the Kluter, who rode on a war ball ship unique to their race, a massive profane engine with a diameter of about eight kilometers like a split rugby ball, loaded with countless Klute xenomorphs, slaughtering the Empire's colonial ships one after another, from the stellar region in the center of the galaxy to the place where the battle was taking place, all the way to the remains of the Imperial ships.

The size of the Imperial Colonial Fleet was staggering, but they lacked the cover of sufficient combat ships: firepower below that of battleships would not be fatal to the Crut men's vicious war engines, and this colonial fleet, although it had a large number of cruisers and destroyers to protect it, was never able to break through the unusually thick multiple void shield arrays of the alien warships, while the more than a dozen alien macro cannons and countless assault boats on the war ball ships could cause extremely terrible damage.

Obviously, it was very difficult for these bloodthirsty alien beasts to let their silent bloated blasphemous creations clog the Empire's fleet, and these ugly creatures that fed on other races would never give up this opportunity to feed themselves.

So, when they saw the 102nd Expeditionary Fleet, a fleet led by a large cruiser, they had no intention of withdrawing from the battle.

The number of alien armies is huge: according to conservative estimates, it also exceeds two hundred thousand.

But despite this, as the Emperor's Angel of Death, we don't have a second choice.

After the most concise exchanges and meetings, we finalized the plan of the operation: given that the colonial fleet could no longer provide more help, and the disparity between the number of the 102nd fleet and the Klut alien was too great, Commander Brewster finally decided to conduct a gang-hopping operation to destroy the alien ship itself.

After communicating, the military commander of the colonial fleet did not hesitate to gather the last of his strength, and a large number of cruisers, destroyers, and armed merchant ships launched a decisive charge towards the massive war engines of the aliens, most of the mortal warriors died along with their warships in this covering battle, but their sacrifice was of infinite value.

Under the cover of this charge, the flagship of the 102nd Expeditionary Fleet, the Explorer, forced its way to the side of the alien war engine, and with the help of those one-time strange items gifted by the Second Fleet, we succeeded in temporarily disabling the Kluet's layered multiple void shield arrays, and Company Commander Brewster led five hundred of his best fighters to jump to the core area of the alien mothership, while I was ordered to lead the fleet to contain and cover the fire on the outside.

The battle was not easy, and for the next sixteen or so Terra Standard Hours, Brewster's team embarked on a long expedition aboard the Warball Ships: this desecrated engine of war was not just a Klut warship, but also their Void home, on which an entire clan of three hundred thousand Xenomorphs were stationed.

And in the Void, the most torturous war continues: a dozen or so huge cannons of the alien mothership ravage all the warships, and all the means of the Imperial fleet are unable to inflict lethal damage on them.

It wasn't until the sixteenth Terra standard after the start of the gang jump operation that Company Commander Brewster told me a very strange remark: the company commander was convinced that a magical voice appeared in his head, and that voice was like a woman he had never seen before, but he couldn't help but want to follow the instructions and orders of that voice.

The voice told him a direction, one that would lead to the center of the Alien Mothership's engine, and as long as he could destroy the multiple equatorial hot melt drives that the Alien had placed there, he could win the battle.

I don't really believe in this strange thing, but Commander Brewster's attitude is unusually resolute, and the course of the war is terrible: if we don't seize this little hope, we will only be greeted with an order to destroy the whole army.

So, I obeyed.

Company Commander Brewster led the last hundred jumpers in one final charge in the direction the voice had pointed, and after about two Terra standard hours, he used the last of his breath to point me in the right direction.

Once again, we used the device given by the Second Fleet, and took advantage of the brief gap when the alien mothership lost the protection of the Void Shield, and all the Imperial warships that could still fire poured their last firepower and ammunition into the direction where five hundred Astarte warriors had been paid.

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It worked.

The alien mothership was like a blown up, bloody beast heart, and it was shattered in an instant, but in the blink of an eye, the explosion and flames completely killed this desecrated space den, and became an immortal monument to Brewster's company commander, the five hundred battle brothers of the Second Legion, and countless mortal warriors.

The scattered Krut Xenomorphs let out an excruciating scream of pain, frantically trying to rush back to their mothership, or simply launch a suicidal assault on the nearest Imperial ship: but this time, they were the underdogs.

It took us a dozen or so Terra standard hours to slaughter the last of the Klut Aliens on the various ships, and during that time, I sent people aboard the scattered ruins of the Alien Motherships to collect as many of the remains of our battle brothers as possible, as well as some supplies and supplies that could be used by us.

We have not found any relics of Company Commander Brewster, and may he enjoy a permanent peace.

However, we have gathered up a lot of blood-stained human food, which is clearly the spoils of Klut's aliens.

And in one of the ruins, we found a very long and ancient fresco: according to this fresco, this Krut tribe has at least forty thousand years of power: perhaps even longer, it is the only account of many important events in the entire Klut race, and in the explosion we have killed the vast majority of the more than 300,000 lives of this race, and those who remain, are also being slaughtered by us and mortals.

But it doesn't make sense, I don't care how long these aliens have a culture: no matter what, today, we cut them off ourselves, and every member of this race has been slaughtered by angry mortals, and in the end none of them are left, all floating in this nameless void tomb.

Forty millennia, or more, in this universe, is nothing more than that.

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After cleaning up the battlefield, we had a conversation with the colony fleet: this fleet is a large fleet, it is a mix of several small and medium-sized colonial fleets from different sectors, and the original purpose was to carry out a series of colonization activities on the western side of the Damocles sector.

After a series of events and wars, the fleet still carried tens of millions of passengers, and their management was thrown into confusion as the fleet's commander-in-chief, deputy commander, and most of the senior officers had died in battle with the Kruts.

It took us several Terra Standard Days to put all the chaos and riot down, and once again set up a management system: thanks to the Ultramarines, we really learned a lot of useful things in the Five Hundred Worlds.

After the hopeless journey across the Damocles Star Zone, they finally decide to explore east with us in search of a new livable world.

Everything went well, but the only problem was that they had lost too much in the battle with the Xenomorphs, and the supplies carried by the 102nd Fleet were just a drop in the bucket for tens of millions of colonists, so we had to temporarily extend the rationing system to the entire fleet.

Finally, about the sixtieth standard day of Terra after the subspace storm, we set off again, and the 102nd fleet was very slow to progress as the fleet had grown several times larger and the subspace had once again been in turmoil.

Over the next forty or so Terra Standard Days, we found only three barren worlds that barely reached a habitable level, and the food on them was a drop in the bucket, and on the hundredth Terra Standard Day after the Storm, the rationing system was upgraded again, causing riots on many ships and some serious corruption began to surface.

On the 120th Terra Standard Day, there is still not enough food to eat.

On the 147th Standard Day of Terra, an unusually serious riot occurred on the transport ship [Hyacinth], which completely damaged the ship, and the ship's management was slaughtered before we could help, and we had to destroy the dangerous ship controlled by the rebels as a deterrent.

In the aftermath of this incident, we learned this lesson and distributed all of our combat brothers in several important hubs of the fleet to ensure support and liaison at all times.

On the 162nd Standard Day of Terra, the Terror and the Nether fell together due to aging equipment while resupplying supplies in a desolate world, and it was also on this day that 7,000 people died of starvation every day.

On the 189th Terra Standard Day, the entire fleet was trapped in an absolutely inhospitable galaxy due to the subspace storm, and the rationing system was once again changed, and only front-line workers could be adequately resupplied, and for the first time, we tried to directly supervise and manage the distribution process.

On the 192nd Terra Standard Day, hunger reached a peak, with more than 20,000 people starving to death on this day, and large-scale discontent spread across many ships.

The next day, the subspace storm finally subsided, and the fleet was able to make another subspace jump and move.

On the 212th Terra Standard Day, as we passed through a giant gaseous world, we discovered that there was some kind of alien in this world that could not sail through the void, and they were very similar in appearance to [Vespa], with a unified military state in the atmosphere, and could not communicate with each other.

After an internal meeting, I led four hundred warriors and hundreds of thousands of mortal volunteers on a landing operation, obtaining a large amount of supplies, and inflicting great damage on these aliens: their food was as dry as they were, and in some parts it was poisonous, but the arrival of this batch of supplies had an unusually obvious calming effect on the hearts of the people of the ships.

On the 223rd Terra Standard Day, during a subspace jump, the large armed colony ship [Qiuju] in the fleet failed to keep up with the large forces due to a sudden engine failure and disappeared into subspace, along with the twenty-five combat brothers on that ship.

On the 225th Terra Standard Day, supplies have become scarce once again, and the strict distribution system has led to growing discontent, but over the past period of time, we have selected enough warriors from various fleets to be loyal to the Empire, and all mortal weapons are concentrated in their hands, and there are fighting brothers to guide and supervise.

On the 230th Terra Standard Day, a riot broke out on an armed transport ship from the Storm Star Domain, the Captain Eugen quickly suppressed it, showing great ability and loyalty, and after deliberation, we decided to promote Eugen to mortal management.

On the 242nd Terra Standard Day, more than seventy percent of the migrant ships were rioted and protested.

On the 245th Terra Standard Day, order on all immigrant ships, except for those directly controlled by the Combat Brothers, was on the verge of collapse.

By 247th Terra Standard Day, supplies had been completely depleted, and the vast majority of the recirculation devices had been scrapped to the point that the mechanical priest had said it was impossible to repair.

248th Terra Standard Day......

249th ......

Clause......

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252nd Terra Standard Day.

Land!

World!

A livable world!

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The throne is above.

On the 252nd Standard Day of Terra on this long march, we have finally found a large enough world to live in.

It was a blessing in disguise: the next 200 days, due to the damage of the Battle of Kluet, did not even match the distance we had explored in the more than 50 days before the war, but fortunately we finally found a piece of land.

It is a habitable world, a huge and vast habitable world, on which the flowing water and the vast expanse of vegetation can be clearly observed in the void: what they symbolize is what we need most now.

According to the observations and inferences of the mechanical priests, the world should have low gravity, large grasslands and desert areas, and its natural environment is sufficient to support the emergence and reproduction of large creatures and large biomes.

Without hesitation, an advance party of the mortal militia landed and explored the world: thanks to this timely discovery, the discontent in the fleet had turned into a complete carnival, and we even observed the spontaneous worship of the emperor on some ships.

After about two Terra standard hours, the advance team sent back a message that the world was indeed suitable for colonization and habitation, and although it was generally hot and inhospitable, there was a fair amount of wildlife.

After another Terra standard, the first settlers began to prepare for landing.

That night, fifty rudimentary but fortified strongholds were set up in the valleys and on the slopes of the hills, and I ordered all the emigrant groups to keep in close proximity to each other in case of danger.

And almost at the same time that I gave this order, the first casualty appeared.

Sent to the mountains to explore and reconnoitre, the militia was hunting a group of ungulate quadrupeds when they unexpectedly encountered a group of native creatures who were also hunting: perhaps disturbed by the sound of gunfire, or perhaps by the natural hostility of the alien mounds, the militia walking in the front was attacked by them, and the head without adequate protection was accurately hit by a stone, and before he could be sent to the rear stronghold, he was already dead.

Half an hour later, the Combat Brothers stationed at the stronghold with five hundred heavily armed militiamen found the creature's lair, killed more than a hundred of them, and transported them all back to the stronghold.

On the 253rd Standard Day of Terra, when I had just set foot on the surface of this [Dawning Star], I saw the corpse of this unique native creature.

They bear many unsettling similarities in appearance, posture, and external body parts to humans, with blue skin, mature, well-defined fingers, and feet that resemble ungulates, though they have no nose and only a strange vertical hole.

Their bodies are emaciated, perhaps due to the low gravity of this world, and after examining the corpses and habitats of these creatures, most of them disdainfully say that they are nothing more than a bunch of beasts that can't even make fire, and only a few Ryza scholars with a research background in biology have a slight interest in these native species, and based on their observations and inferences, these creatures have the rare possibility of developing civilization in the next 10,000 years.

But that doesn't stop them from being backward and savage: they don't use fire, they don't do the roughest grinding, most of them don't even walk upright, and by human standards, they're probably at the stage where they outnumber apes and humans.

Interestingly, however, this species occupies an extremely dominant position in the world, and we can't even find their natural predators or other large carnivores, while this humanoid native creature is extremely numerous.

Of course, I don't care about any of that, my main focus now is to rest and reorganize the fleet, and then find a way to get back into the Empire.

And at this time, Major General Eugen, as a representative of the mortal militia troops, came to me with the few mortal leaders we had personally selected and made a proposal to me.

Given that there was little food left in the fleet, and that territory exploration and colonization required a lot of food and nutrition, these mortal leaders believed that these blue-skinned creatures could be hunted and exterminated in an organized manner.

Anyway, this is already the territory of the Empire, and there is no need for these aliens to exist.

Of course, even if they don't say it, my combat brothers have already told me that just last night smoke had risen from every stronghold, and perhaps hundreds of blue-skinned creatures like this had entered the bellies of mortals, which was not even a drop in the bucket for their sheer number of races.

For a short period of time, these blue-skinned humanoids can indeed greatly relieve the food pressure of the fleet: so what is there to hesitate about?

With my nod, the mortals smiled reassuringly, and as a gesture of closeness, I took the tender flesh of the crispy, blue-skinned creature that had been roasted.

Well......

Titanium is delicious.

(End of chapter)