Titan Training Method 3.0

An army marches on its stomach.

Looking at Atlas below the stage, who was busy transferring and sealing all the usable supplies into boxes, Guilliman raised his hands and feet in approval.

Moreover, they not only approved of it, but also devoted all their efforts to providing practical support.

Basic materials, industrial production lines—whatever Mordred wanted, Guilliman gave it the green light, granting his good brother maximum autonomy. He even handed over the already-established Third Fleet Indomitable Expedition Fleet to Mordred.

"Second Brother, we're counting on you now."

"Don't worry, Second Brother will revitalize this stagnant pool for you. When have I ever let you down? Roland, bring me the star map."

Roland handed out a star compass. Although it was an old compass from the Middle Ages and lacked astronomical positioning for the Great Rift, it was of no importance to Atlas. Even the Warp was no obstacle for them.

Using the star map as a reference, Mordred directly split the empire's territory in two in front of Zhuang Sen, Sisyphus, and Guilliman.

Above is the Imperium Nihilus, spanning the three major star systems of Peace, Obscurus Sector, and Limit, all marked in red, except for the area around Baal, which is marked in green, indicating that it is under the control of the Empire.

Because the Great Rift distorts the Physical Laws in the surrounding area, making the already abstract Warp Voyage even more abstract, it greatly amplifies the difficulty for the Imperium Nihilus to observe the Astronomican.

No one knows what has happened in the Imperium Nihilus, or how long they can hold out. To the current Terra government, it is a black box shrouded in mist, with only sporadic, noisy Astropathic Communication being received.

As the core of the empire, the Sol Sector, though the smallest of the Five Great Sectors, is a crucial node connecting the Four Great Sectors.

The only way to connect to the Imperium Nihilus is through a narrow corridor that brushes the edge of the Eye of Terror, namely the Nakmund Corridor guarded by the world of the Fortress of Cadia.

Given its current national strength, it is simply impossible to reverse the Imperium Nihilus; it cannot even guarantee complete control over half of its territory.

"Therefore, our top priority now is to open up all the key points in the Sol Sector and concentrate our efforts to defend Cadia."

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. The T'au Star Sector is not peaceful, the Storm Sector is a disaster zone, and the Extreme Sector is torn in two by monsters and demons.

Thinking so much is useless; we should be more pragmatic and focus on securing the Sol Sector first.

My good nephew Abaddon, though Victorious in a Hundred Battles and looks like a clown, isn't stupid. He knows that by destroying roads and bridges and eliminating seven important key nodes in the Sol Sector, we must first take back those seven nodes.

I don't care about casualty figures, and I don't care what price you pay. Even if you wipe out your entire legion, you must recapture these seven key points, including by using the Exterminatus.

"What about the people up there?" Sisyphus asked.

Perhaps it was his first time attending a military conference, or perhaps Sisyphus had never participated in Great Crusade and still retained a very simple naiveté.

The three brothers did not reprimand her for Sisyphus's "foolish" question, but instead patiently explained it to her.

"War inevitably results in Undead, and the right to survival is not a gift from others. This is the essence of the Dark Galaxy, and sacrifice is the cornerstone of the Empire."

Others may not be qualified to say such things, but the three brothers certainly are. They conquered the entire empire, and the so-called trolley problem simply doesn't exist.

Primarch are no longer just individuals; they have legions, the Astra Militarum, and countless assembled soldiers behind them. Hundreds of millions of humans would die willingly for their orders.

He might be sentimental in normal times, but even the kindest black man would never be as indecisive as he appears once he sits down at the poker table.

In reality, Vulkan wasn't as benevolent as he seemed. The Salamanders was the most ruthless towards the Xenos. While those often called merciful warriors are generally ruthless, the Salamanders only showed mercy to humans, making him a truly honest and trustworthy racial knight.

Moreover, the Salamanders's definition of a human is quite flexible; even if you are human, if you dare to breathe on them, you will be immediately disqualified from being human.

"To borrow a phrase from the Khan, we must love our soldiers like our own children, but use them ruthlessly. For victory, we must stop at nothing."

"Zhuang Sen is right. For victory, casualties are just a number. Our existence is to minimize that number as much as possible. This is the most important responsibility of a commander: to achieve the greatest results with the least cost."

Zhuang Sen and Guilliman gave Sisyphus two different answers: one decisive and ruthless, the other meticulous and thoughtful. Although their styles differed, their general meanings were the same, which made Sisyphus want to hear Mordred's opinion.

"What opinions can I have? I'll just stand here and watch! One of them is in charge of fighting, the other is in charge of governing, and I'm just in charge of logistics."

My responsibility is to ensure that every soldier has sufficient weapons and ammunition, and adequate logistical support, to enable them to expand their territory and avoid casualties. Study hard, observe carefully, and one day you will be able to stand on your own."

"I?"

"Yes, it's you. Since we still have time, let's test you. If you were the commander, what would our next move be?"

Sisyphus, slightly nervous being pressed against the star map by the three seasoned veterans, still voiced her thoughts and began a war simulation.

Although Sisyphus was somewhat inexperienced and her command style was too idealistic, the three brothers did not disturb her. Instead, they saw their former selves reflected in this young sister.

They had been through the same thing, from the initial trepidation of returning to the Empire, the bewilderment of taking over the Legion, the doubts about the Great Crusade, to now accepting their fate and becoming seasoned veterans.

Previously, the guides were either Emperor or Horus and Ferrus, but now they have become Sisyphus's guides, which is a super-doubled achievement.

However, while getting Sisyphus started is one thing, there are still some details that need to be filled in.

"Look here, from Fenris in the north to Nightfall Star in the south, and bordering the Serenity Sub-sector in the east, this sector has been a strategic location fought over by military strategists since ancient times, right up against the face of the Maelstrom."

This location is extremely important; Atlas's logistics network once radiated out from here, and it also serves as a natural barrier for the Sol Sector.

It has a vast array of Agri World, Forge World, Hive World, and even rare mineral deposits; the Maelstrom is such a treasure trove.

Once we capture this sector, we will have ample supplies, manpower, warships, and weaponry.

Most importantly, Atlas has already thoroughly explored this area and can use a more efficient Webway for navigation. We can proceed slowly, but we must be fast!

As for the Imperium Nihilus, we can postpone that for now. Let the people of the empire suffer a bit, and let our Good Father bear the blame.

Upon hearing this, the three Primarchs nodded in agreement, indicating that their father was of little use and they should just obediently play the role of scapegoat, since they had plenty of debt to worry about anyway.

The operational meeting lasted for four hours, covering everything from strategic objectives to the expedition process and even post-expedition governance.

The end result was that Guilliman continued to stay home and farm, while promoting the Primaris Conversion to the Chapter that came to Holy Terra to claim kinship, using a three-pronged approach of sending money, supplies, and people to reorganize the units.

These veterans were assigned to the Primaris Space Marine hidden by Kaul, where they were mentored and trained to form the Greyshields.

Zhuang Sen's plan is to connect the Sol Sector, eliminate seven key nodes within the starfield, and ultimately launch a surprise attack on Cadia to firmly grasp the Nakmund Corridor.

We can also take this opportunity to take one-third of the Greyshields away for large-scale training within the star system, rotating them with the remaining one-third of the Greyshields to ensure sufficient manpower.

Mordred, on the other hand, must rely on Atlas's power to encircle the remaining one-third of the Greyshields and charge forward, opening up the lifeline from the Sol Sector to the Maelstrom, and ultimately restarting the Atlas shipping network.

Although Mordred and Zhuang Sen both went to the front lines, Guilliman actually had the heaviest task.

With Atlas not yet operational, the Ultramarines must shoulder the logistical responsibility for both Expeditionary Force and ensure the stability of the Empire, especially with Old Man Huang being a ticking time bomb.

Fortunately, Mordred wasn't a scoundrel like Yellow Skins. He knew the hardships of logistics management and transferred three Dalian Atlas to Guilliman for transporting supplies.

He even took the time to make Personality Excretion Device and gave it to Guilliman, instructing him to clean the toilet every day. As for the excrement, he was not to throw it away carelessly, but to put it directly into the Chaos Energy Furnace to burn into crystals as reserve supplies.

Although Fel Energy is like shit, and playing with it too much will turn you into a complete idiot, the Empire is already like this, so being an idiot is better than dying.

The only thing Guilliman couldn't understand was that Mordred's Personality Excretion Device was a bit strange, resembling a large toilet plunger with a hamster cage attached to it.

Perhaps sensing Guilliman's confusion, Mordred immediately explained, "Don't let my creation's quirky style fool you; the effect is absolutely top-notch. As long as you run inside this giant wheel for two hours every day, you can use the Black Glaze as a filter to connect to the Golden Throne."

You've seen the previous process; the principle is pretty much the same. Although you don't have my overwhelming strength, the good thing is that you're a Psychic Power Muggle, which allows you to resist the Yellow Skins's contamination.

Even a used piece of toilet paper has its value; your ability to cut off the power and be out of service is a perfect match for this device.

Once the device is operational, the energy will be bidirectionally diverted. Impurities will enter the Chaos Energy Furnace for combustion, while the filtered Psychic Power, you know, will be directly fed into the Emperor Spirit body as a battery.

After saying that, Mordred took out a 1,300-page instruction manual and handed it over, repeatedly reminding him to follow the instructions carefully and to refer to the table of contents if any special circumstances arose.

Guilliman understood, but he still couldn't quite grasp why they would build a giant hamster cage and make him run around inside it.

"Never mind that. This is a unique enchanting technology of Atlas. You'll understand when the time comes. Remember to eat a full meal before each task, and run for a maximum of two hours. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle more than that."

These absurd and nonsensical remarks, resembling mere farts, immediately ignited Mordred 'Guilliman short temper. He thought, "You even told me to eat my fill? Aren't you just indirectly mocking my incompetence?"

"I understand, you can go now without worry!"

For some reason, Mordred still felt a little uneasy, so he went over the precautions to Guilliman again before taking Sisyphus to Port of Lions Gate.

Looking out the porthole at the crowd below, growing smaller and smaller until it became a tiny black dot, Sisyphus was quite excited. This ignorant little dog had never been on a boat before, and he was overjoyed.

"Great, Second Brother! I've finally left Terra! You have no idea how much Guilliman used me as Servitor, forcing me to work every day. Even Servitor have a maintenance period, but I was even worse off than Servitor."

"Hey, Second Brother, you all have the Gloriana-class Battleship, when will I get a ship like that?"

"Yes, yes, you'll definitely live a life of luxury by following your Second Brother. Choosing to come with me and broaden your horizons is absolutely the right decision you've ever made."

Guilliman Ambition, but all he has is a brain and no brains; he's a complete idiot. What can you learn from him? Learn how to write toilet paper?

Working with him isn't easy either.

Zhuang Sen remained as saintly as ever. Although I got along quite well with him, I have to admit that this older brother of mine is a bit out of touch with himself. Not only is he somewhat savage, but he also has a face full of bitterness and resentment—he's like an old cat named Hakimi!

These words struck a chord with Sisyphus. Guilliman possessed a strange power that could turn those around him into cattle or horses, and he even assigned her homework every day.

As for Zhuang Sen, needless to say, although Combat Power and the Dark Angels is the template for all legions, he is too rigid. Even if he jokingly glares at you, you feel like he could smash your head off in the next second.

He also likes to use sparring as an excuse to repeatedly beat himself up. When asked, he claims it's the way of the knight, that as Primarch, one must possess extraordinary strength to stand firm, otherwise you won't even be able to dodge a sneak attack.

One is skilled in civil administration, the other in military affairs; together they tormented Sisyphus to the point of ecstasy. He said it was for his own good, that he should develop in all aspects.

Unlike Mordred, who has everything from work to entertainment, and who immediately asked for a big ship, I didn't even need to think about it.

"Second Brother, although it's a bit greedy, now that we have a flagship, shouldn't I have my own little territory too?"

That's why I find Sisyphus pleasing to the eye. Mordred is a hodgepodge of different types, while Sisyphus is a smaller hodgepodge of different types, possessing some traits of Mordred and Angron.

"Good! Second Brother's ambitious. I'm not afraid of you having ideas, I'm just afraid of you having no ideas at all. I think Alicia is pretty good, she could be your homeworld, but—"

"But what?"

"However, it depends on your performance afterward. How much you can eat depends on your appetite, but before that, have you forgotten something important?"

Jeanne! Come out and meet your classmates, and while you're at it, bring my dear sister's homework.

As soon as the words were spoken, a woman who was over eight feet tall, with a majestic figure but a youthful face and a look of sudden death walked out of the warehouse, leading a trailer full of exercise papers behind her.

By observing the pressure of the tires, Sisyphus immediately estimated the exact weight of the exam papers, which was at least three tons.

"What does this mean? Do I have to learn so much? That can't be right, right? Second Brother, that's not what I said before I came."

What does "door" mean? This is just the table of contents; you'll learn a lot more later.

Moreover, you not only need to learn knowledge, but you also need to improve your physical fitness. I've specially designated a warehouse for you inside the Abomination for intensive training. I've even prepared the Titan."

"Guilliman and Zhuang Sen's training plan is far too conservative. I'm the one who put your body to the test; do you think I don't know your limits?"

Every weekday, we study knowledge on the 1st, 3rd, and 5th; on the 2nd, 4th, and 6th, we train our physical abilities. We give you a day off on Sunday, so get out there and go fight on the battlefield. There are assessments every week and tests every day. This is just the initial stage. Later, there will be battlefield practice and advanced training.

If you can't learn it, learn it to death; if you can't break it, practice it to death. In less than a year, I'll transform you into a dragon among men."

Mordred grabbed Sisyphus's shoulder and, seeing her shifty eyes, knew exactly what she was thinking. He simply pulled out a contract and placed it in front of her. "Your good sons have already paid their tuition. They're all under my command now. You can't run away even if you want to, and don't even think about faking illness to slack off."

Second Brother, putting aside everything else, disciplining people is my forte. See Jeanne? She's my new disciple.

I specialize in bioengineering. If you dare to run away, I'll cut you into pieces and use you as an experimental subject, then sew you back together. As for who will sew you up, or whether I'll add extra parts or lose some organs, don't worry about that. I guarantee you won't have any scars!

Upon hearing this, Sisyphus got goosebumps, as if the hand resting on his shoulder would slice him to pieces at any moment.

"Caw! No! Let me off the boat! I want to get off the boat!"

"Just accept your fate. You can't escape there. Close the gate and let Rambo out!"

Woof woof woof.