Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 68 Due Diligence
After some discussion, these Cadians chose to go to the lower lair of Tyrone [-], while the captain of the merchant ship left his ship in orbit on the dark side of the planet, and then went down with the transport plane to collect some good things that could be traded.

Like Creed yesterday, everyone flew in through the gap made by the transport plane on the wall before, and then was stopped by the soldiers, put on the transmission protection device, and was sent to the new Cato in the bottom nest.

Creed had expected some young leader to come to greet them yesterday, but it was only someone he hadn't seen yet.

The visitor immediately introduced himself: "Grey. Needless to say your names, I know them all. The Legion Commander explained it to me just now."

"Follow me." Gray led the crowd to the residential area in the city center.

Everyone, including Creed, did not expect that the city in the bottom nest was quite clean and tidy, and all kinds of affairs were highlighted by two words: order.

Except for the fact that the natural environment is incomparable to Shangnest, everything else is pretty good.

Not long after they left, a drone flew over, and the heavy explosives on it were aimed at everyone.

Creed and the others reacted instinctively to prepare for battle, but the drone just scanned, and then put away the heavy bolters to scan the residents of the local city.

In Creed's view, the monitoring task carried out by this drone is completely necessary. He knows what the bottom lair looks like. Apart from all kinds of mutated monsters, there are also fish and dragons mixed here.

But how the drone was scanned, whether it was controlled by someone or has abomination intelligence integrated in it, it's hard to say.

Creed's superior winked at him, signaling him not to care about these minor details and focus on the main goal.

"The head of the legion has allocated rooms for you, fresh water can be taken at will, and food will be delivered to you by the logistics machinery."

"No matter where you are, if you come across a logistics machine and it detects that your stomach is empty, it will give you a meal."

Gray said as he walked.

At this time, a logistics machine just flew from the sky and landed on the ground to block everyone's way.

"My lord, what the hell is this?" Creed looked at the logistics machinery.

A sleek black orb surrounded by clawed, cable-like arms, it looked like some worm monster he'd once butchered on some Imperial world.

This weird thing made Creed and his comrades feel uncomfortable and doubtful, but after they looked up, the discomfort and doubt dissipated without a trace.

Because they saw a symbol of an imperial double-headed eagle inserted into the logistics machinery.

Only Gray knew that the double-headed eagle inserted into the logistics machine was made fresh, and it didn't exist in the first place.

"The database entry is complete." The logistics machinery made a cold electronic sound, and the anti-gravity engine pushed it to fly to the next place it should go.

Creed continued to follow Gray, came to a building in the city center, and then took the elevator to the highest floor.

Creed's comrades-in-arms are both male and female, but they do not require men and women to be separated, but to live in a very natural mix.

Gray's mission ends here.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, Creed suddenly asked: "Soldier, apart from having an extra shoulder cannon, what is the difference between your power armor and other people's power armor? Is it better than theirs?"

"This is the power armor handcrafted by the head of the legion, and it is not comparable to mass-produced equipment." Gray said.

"Is he a craftsman? Why is his handcrafted power armor so strong?" Creed asked again.

Gray didn't answer this time, and turned around silently and left.

Creed felt that everything here was weird, but he didn't show it. He silently took out his quill and began to write the plan for training the army here.

"Don't worry too much, you really want to turn them into Star Guardsmen." The superior came over and said to Creed.

"I have to pay attention." Creed raised his head, "Because the looseness of the army here makes me uncomfortable."

……

In the next few days, Creed made plans, and then occasionally visited the barracks in the bottom nest, and also looked for opportunities to get to know each other with the officers.

Even Creed received a piece of ordinary power armor.

Most of the commander-level officers are not happy to see Creed. They have heard of the reputation of the Cadians, but they don't think that Creed's training will benefit their soldiers, because the fighting styles of the two armies are different.

It was only when Creed came to the 47th regiment that he saw his first regiment-level officer these days, which was Klein.

"With all due respect, your troops are very disorganized and poorly disciplined." Creed, wearing power armor, said bluntly while walking in the barracks.

"The 47th Regiment is not in charge of the battle now, and I am also serving as a staff officer, so I have to admit that they are indeed a little lax. Both the soldiers and I made mistakes. Now the 47th Regiment is responsible for the guarding of the fortress where the regimental commander is. I don't think there is a need for strong discipline for the time being." Klein said.

"The Emperor, how can an army like yours protect him? How dare he let you stay behind?" Creed couldn't believe it.

Klein raised his eyebrows and recalled for a moment, then said, "He didn't actually need anyone to protect him. He's stronger than all of us combined."

Creed wanted to say it was impossible, but his attention was suddenly attracted by a soldier.

The soldier lowered his head to avoid it, but Creed walked directly in front of him, forcing the soldier to look directly at him.

"Good morning, sirs." The soldier saluted.

"Didn't you say that cannon fodder that has broken through the paper shell is not qualified to talk to you?" Creed asked with a smile.

The soldier in front of him was the one who was mean yesterday.

"Sorry, sir." The soldier shook his head, then suddenly looked at the power armor on Creed, and smiled, "But you have taken off the paper cover now, so you are qualified to talk to me."

Creed watched the soldier, and the soldier watched him.

Klein wanted to stop it, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. If Creed can't handle this soldier, then he is not qualified to train everyone.

"Attack me." Creed ordered to the soldiers.

"Sir..." The soldier shook his head.

"Attack me, coward." Creed ordered again.

The word coward makes the soldiers feel angry. Except for Creed, everyone here has survived dozens of rebel sieges in the bottom lair. No one can call themselves a coward.

The soldier immediately punched Creed in the head.

When his fist just swung out, Creed easily grabbed his arm and fell over his shoulder.

The soldier was thrown to pieces, lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, and he didn't recover for a while.

Just as he was looking up at the sky, Klein stretched out his hand and pulled the soldier up, patted him in the dust, and told him to go to the training ground and avoid the Cadian.

At this time, Creed found that the relationship between these soldiers and officers was very good, but he felt that this relationship was precisely one of the reasons why the soldiers' military discipline was lax.

After the inspection, Creed immediately revised the plan he made, and made a plan for each regiment based on what he had seen and heard in each regiment these days.

But these plans can only be temporarily suspended before they can be implemented.

Because war is coming again.

(End of this chapter)