War is about logistics.

This old saying, even in today's 40K era, is still true.

When a bunch of official duties pressed on Wei Mu's face, he couldn't help but miss the days when he wore green skin on the dry rack before.

At that time, although it was boring and not much fun, there was nothing he needed to worry about.

The greenskin's desire to fight is strong, the growth is high, and there is nothing bad about it, the reinforcement and logistics can grow directly from the soil, the weapons and equipment are all from scrap, and it also has a very high resistance to chaos, and the waaagh it has! The energy is even more outrageous.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being an ancient saint, and he can actually make such a race.

However, it's okay to fight aliens with green skins, and it's up to humans to deal with chaos.

As Vimu said before, humanity must overcome chaos in character, otherwise traitors will always emerge in their race.

So the situation became what it was now—almost an entire room full of papers waiting to be reviewed by him.

As a lord of the empire, it is indeed easy to spend every day drinking, but if you want to do something down-to-earth, you can also tire people to death.

Since the news of Wei Mu's appointment spread, the imperial world in the Maelstrom region has fallen into a stormy atmosphere.

Anyone who can sit in a high position is not a fool, and they know that the arrival of this festival envoy will completely change the rules of the game in this area.

And change means a change in interests.

Some people will take advantage of the situation, while others will be forced to spit out the fat that has already been eaten in their stomachs.

Therefore, the Snake Chiefs did their best to inquire about the young envoy, his hobbies, habits, and way of doing things, so as to determine their next position.

Pastor Wei knows all these things.

He also knew that someone would definitely take advantage of this time to dissociate himself from the illegal things he had done in the past, destroy evidence, and find his thighs and a way back.

He wants to use thunderous means to clean up these guys as soon as possible.

But he really couldn't keep up.

I don't do anything else every day, and I can vomit just by looking at the documents.

So in addition to finding the Inquisitor and dignitaries, he also asked the clowns in the flower clothes to contact his hometown Middenxing, and asked Governor Karl to support him with a group of talents.

As a result, after getting the news, Karl not only brought a large group of capable talents, but even he himself ran over, saying that he wanted to contribute to the war ahead.

It couldn't be better.

Wei Mu immediately relinquished the position of the Governor's Palace, and handed over the management of Odka Star as the headquarters to him.

As for Karl's ability and character, Vimund was quite reassured.

With him there, Wei Mu can free up his hands to do other things.

"Also, help me gather all the psionics under the age of fifteen." After handing over the things in hand, Wei Mu immediately asked.

"What do you want them to do?" Karl wondered, "The Psionics are a precarious group of threats, and if they don't show enough talent to be absorbed by other Imperial institutions, they will usually be forced to have a frontal lobotomy and become one of the countless servants. ”

Even if Carl had previously managed the Paradise World, he would have to use this harsh method for psionics.

"I mentioned to you before that the correct direction of human evolution is from ordinary people, to psionics like the Spirit Race, and then to immortals like the Ancient Saints. The former emperor wanted humanity to reach the psionic stage safely, but that plan was interrupted by the Great Rebellion. Even so, we should not stop evolving – a race that stands still is doomed to see no hope. Wei Mu explained.

"And what about the risks?" Carl asked, "They're so weak and don't know how to defend themselves, and they're located in the Maelstrom region, so they're vulnerable to chaos. ”

Psykers themselves are a delicacy in the eyes of subspace creatures, and their special connection to the subspace gives demons the opportunity to come to the real world through them.

They can occupy the psyker's body or directly turn the psyker into a brief subspace passage.

It is for this reason that the path to the ascension of the collective spiritual energy of mankind is blocked.

"A space necromantic overlord has promised to support our Blackstone technology, and with that thing, we don't have to worry about the impact of subspace within a certain range." "In the future, I will train them under the protection of Blackstone. ”

In fact, Wei Mu wanted to directly snatch the Blackstone Fortress in Wang Hulun's hand and open the psionic academy he had in mind on it.

As for the space necromantic overlord, at this moment, he hurriedly ran to his hometown, the tomb world of Solemnath.

The surprise brought by Wei Mu caught Talasin off guard.

He had a lot to rehearse, and he had to report to the Recovery Council about Pastor and Ronin.

After spending thousands of years in space, the necrons should have been numb to the passage of time, but at this moment, Tarasin felt that time was not enough.

"You must take it easy, don't make the transaction between us start before the man is gone." At the time of separation, the Endless One deliberately reminded.

The only smart boy in the universe, a little light that their race finally saw.

Although Tarasin wanted to protect the Vimu completely, he could not interrupt the Vimu's growth.

The current strength of the Vigil is not enough to save their race.

"There's still a lot of work to be done before you officially attack the maelstrom, and the fierce battle doesn't start so quickly, you just need to move a little bit on your own." Wei Mu said with a smile, "And if you really don't worry about me, you can also give me some good things to defend yourself." ”

"I'm just a protector of history and culture, and I'm not a local tyrant, how can I have so many things to give away? Besides, the ring on your hand is already worth most artifacts in the galaxy, and it's more than enough for self-defense. Tarasin said.

"But I've heard recently that the golden laurel wreath that our regent's favorite is missing, and I don't know what kind of sin it was man-made." Pastor Wei let out a long sigh.

"I guess I accidentally dropped it somewhere during the war, hey, it's a pity, it's such an important cultural relic, if it were handed over to me, such a sad thing would not have happened. Whenever I, an old-timer, give you advice, you young races are reluctant to take it, thinking that I am selfish. ”

Tarasin said without blushing or panting.

"Anyway, I'll do all I have to say, and you can do the rest yourself."

Wei Mu won't listen to his nonsense.

Except for him, no one else has done this.

What's more, he set a trap in the tomb world before, and tried to catch his account three times and twice, but Wei Mu hasn't even looked for this old rib.

Now the situation is a little awkward.

After all, Tarasin still has a request for Wei Mu, and pretending to be crazy and stupid doesn't work.

"Okay, I'll go back and look through it to see if there's anything suitable." Tarasin could only say.

(End of chapter)