Catachan Breeds Hunters

"Lord, Lord Mikel, the Catachan, regardless of gender, are all excellent soldiers; the individual qualities of the elite are even comparable to those of the Solar Auxilia's elite troops."

"From what I understand, half of the Catachan people don't survive to infancy, and the other half don't live to adulthood."

Therefore, everyone who lives to adulthood is an excellent Warrior.

"The hunter" exclaimed in admiration.

"But the Catachan still need to receive training; they need to learn Vostonian Language to communicate with friendly forces."

"They will also receive training in tactical formations and other areas, enabling them to more effectively exert their combat power on large-scale battlefields."

The Reaper Lord asked, "What do you think are the characteristics of the Catachan?"

The hunter pondered for several seconds before answering.

"This Death World has forged them into the complex people of the Catachan, a blend of obvious recklessness, bluffing, constant vigilance, and near-paranoid caution."

"They excel at rapid movement, close-quarters combat, infiltration, and sniping; they are adept at using booby traps and ambushes."

"The best among them possess a level of perception almost akin to that of the Shadow of Order, though they are slightly weaker in their perception of the Warp. They excel at observation and launching surprise attacks."

The Reaper Lord nodded slightly and spoke.

"This matches my observation; the Catachan people are very well-suited to be hunters."

"Skilled at observing the environment and using traps."

"As the Primarch said, Catachan is the birthplace of natural hunters, making it the perfect world for recruiting the 7th Legion."

After sighing, he asked the "hunter" in charge of recruitment.

How is the conscription process progressing?

"My lord, there are approximately 150,000 boys of marriageable age in Catachan, and each of them is a promising candidate who meets the requirements."

Seeing the Reaper Lord's delighted expression, the Chief Apothecary spoke up to offer a reminder.

"Sanchez, you can't recruit them all into the Chapter."

"While this will increase the number of new Chapter in the short term, it will lead to a shortage of men in the next generation, resulting in a decline in the future numbers."

The Reaper Lord understood that the Chief Apothecary's reminder was correct. "I understand."

He then turned to the "hunter" in charge of recruiting new soldiers and said, "The selection of new soldiers must be the best of the best."

Each candidate was one in a hundred.

The Reaper Lord then addressed the "Hunter" responsible for recruiting Auxilia: "Each Auxilia soldier must reproduce before leaving Catachan to serve."

The two "hunters" responded in unison, "Yes, sir."

The Reapers looked at the Chief Apothecary and asked.

"This Death World has a population of only about five million, which is far too few for Chapter's recruitment world."

Is there a way to ensure the world's population continues to grow?

The Chief Apothecary answered immediately.

"Yes, Father had already told us before that this Death World is dangerous, so the most scarce resource for the Catachan people is all kinds of medicine."

"I have already provided them with a large quantity of medicine."

"The 'Apothecary' are also researching local jungle remedies and developing agents that can effectively counteract local biological toxins."

Finally, the Chief Apothecary smiled confidently.

"Sanchez, your Chapter's recruitment of the world's population will continue to grow."

As the 7th Legion established itself in Catachan, the five worlds of the Triken system completed their first phase of development.

On planet Triken III, "Harvest Priest" Malena flew through the air in a shuttle, looking down at the surface below.

Bright, warm sunlight spills across the ground, and a picturesque river meanders through the fertile, black alluvial plain.

The rice paddies stretch as far as the eye can see, with the high-yielding rice ears swaying in the wind.

The irrigation system draws water from the Tevere River, and the sprinkler system fills the air with water mist, creating countless rainbows out of thin air.

The newly promoted "Physician," fresh from the Wheel of Fire System, looked down at Farm CS-68.

"What a bountiful and beautiful world it is, like a picture that will never be destroyed."

In Keri's hometown, the large-scale promotion of planting and breeding inevitably came at the cost of environmental damage.

Unlike most of the Imperium's standard-template Agri World, the Cradle of the Sea has no fertilizer factories that turn the air yellow.

No extraterrestrial transport ships were delivering ever-increasing amounts of nitrates and phosphates there.

There was no thick brown pesticide smoke permeating the planting area. Instead, bio-fertilizer extracted from fish heads, fish bones, fish skin, shrimp shells, crab shells, shellfish, entrails, and scraps of meat irrigated the fertile farmland.

Even so, the farmland of the Cradle of the Sea inevitably suffers from soil acidification due to the use of fertilizers and the four Reaping per sidereal year.

Similarly, aquaculture and fishing also cause some damage to aquatic ecosystems.

However, despite its rapid development, Triken has not suffered any environmental damage.

Malena nodded slightly, her delicate nose twitching as she inhaled the scent of beets and cabbages wafting from CT-26 Farm, filling the shuttle with their aroma.

She parted her full lips slightly and said with a sigh.

"Even though the Aeldari are Xenos, it must be admitted that they do have unique abilities in shaping the world."

Malena rubbed the blue Data Crystal in her right hand. It came from the Vigilant Star and was the result of the Arbiter Lord's torture of Bieth-Tan's vengeful bishop.

The Avenger Bishop had some knowledge of environmental modification, and after the Arbites Lord interrogated him, this knowledge was entered into the Data Crystal.

After receiving it, Nimrod decided to give it to Malena, who then brought it back to Keri.

Malena's eyes were deep, and the corners of her mouth were turned up.

[Using Psionic Energy, like the Aeldari, to transform the world, perhaps by establishing a farm in Catachan, where plants possess their own will.]

This is quite a challenge, but very interesting.

With a worried look on his bronze face, Keri gazed down at the fruit trees laden with smooth fruit in CG-38 Farm and asked.

"Sir, are you really going to entrust me with the responsibility for food supply and Supervision the environmental impact of industrial development in these five star systems?"

After years of development, the Triken system has become the Legion's most important supply base.

To date, the Eleventh Legion has a total of sixty-eight star systems in the Segmentum Obscurus.

In most worlds, the world's own food production is insufficient to fully meet the food needs of its inhabitants, necessitating varying degrees of supplementation from external sources.

Once Triken's supplies are lost, many worlds could descend into famine and turmoil.

Keri lacked sufficient confidence in his ability to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.

Malena looked at Keri and said encouragingly.

"Keri, you've been with me for so long, and with Lord Nimrod's gifts, you're already a true 'Cultivator'."

"You are one of my top priorities for development, and you are capable of shouldering this responsibility."

"I have already laid the foundation in the Triken system; you can simply follow my line of thought."

Malena's brown eyes were fixed on MY-58 Ranch, where the Shepherd were driving their flock of sheep.

"Furthermore, Lord Nimrod has ordered me to go to Catachan."

The "Harvest Priest" had deep, brown eyes. She thought of living vines and man-eating flowers, and her heart was filled with longing.

[Obtaining those mutated plants will greatly enhance my combat power.]

"You are someone I trust; I can only entrust Triken to your care."

Malena's trust gave Keri confidence, and she decided to accept the appointment.

"My lord, with your trust, I will do my utmost and will not let you down."

Malena nodded slightly and said to Keri.

To become a true "Physician," you need practice.

"I've already spoken with the Legion's Apothecary, and they'd love for you to serve as a 'doctor' and treat candidates whose modifications have failed."

Although the transformation of the Warrior of Vostonia and the Cradle of the Sea who followed Nimrod has been completed, the Apothecary facilities on Triken Prime still exist, serving as the Eleventh Legion's third largest transformation base.

The two major modification bases are the Primarch's flagship Shadow of the Throne, and the Void Hunter, where the Chief Apothecary resides.

The Legionary Monastery, still under construction, has only recently had some of its completed renovations put into use, and currently can only provide renovations for the Vostonians.

It will take time to surpass the three major recruit training bases.

As the two spoke, they flew over the YM-81 ranch, which stretched for several kilometers, with the corn rustling in the wind.

"My lord, thank you for your help. I will certainly serve as a good 'Physician' and devote myself to the Legion."

Three days later, Malena the Voidship and sailed towards Catachan.