Feeling Like I Fell into a Rebel Nest

But at this moment, Quan Tiehua wasn't like in his previous life, where he'd just pull down his pants to pee.

The physiological circulation system within the Power Armour was quite advanced. It could ensure normal excretion of bodily fluids even after months of continuous wear during war.

"Hoo—" Quan Tiehua let out a long sigh. When he first transmigrated and was transformed into an Astartes, he had secretly checked.

But afterwards, that desire had completely vanished, and he felt dejected again.

What the hell was the difference between this and nothing? It couldn't get hard.

As for whether Astartes could conceive and have children with mortal women, don't even think about it.

Putting aside other factors, just the elimination of physiological desire and the enhanced physiological functions that surpassed mortals after transformation basically eliminated any possibility of mortal women conceiving with Astartes.

So, it was completely impossible.

The increase in Astartes numbers could only come from the gene-seed and biological modifications gestated within each Astartes' body.

I really don't know what's up with these Children of Noise.

He was silently a little envious.

Leth, to be honest, was a comprehensive planet.

That is to say, it had development in all aspects, but it wasn't proficient in any single aspect. To be honest, such a planet was considered a top-tier good planet in the Imperium worlds.

It could develop agriculture and light industry, as well as military heavy industry. It could also expand trade externally. Moreover, if the Planetary Governor had even a little bit of capability, it would be very easy to drive the trade, economic circulation, and linkage of several surrounding colony planets and even several colony systems centered around Leth.

And typically, the Imperial tithes collected from such planets were the easiest to fill.

Quan Tiehua looked at more detailed information about this planet. When operational missions were issued, although the operational personnel would be informed, it wasn't as detailed as now.

It had hive cities with buildings that reached into the clouds, as well as surface city buildings and farmland like those on agricultural worlds.

The hive cities and various industrial zones were distributed in the Northern Hemisphere, while agriculture and some light industrial textiles were distributed in the Southern Hemisphere.

To be honest, this planet was also rare. The Northern and Southern Hemispheres were almost completely disconnected by land, with only a vast ocean separating them along the equator.

Furthermore, the Planetary Governor here was a capable person. All the wastewater produced during industrial production was purified by filters installed by the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Therefore, this planet could also be said to have a certain stake in the Adeptus Mechanicus.

But looking at the current war situation, it was not optimistic.

The hive clusters in the Northern Hemisphere had basically been half-occupied. Over 85% of the weapon and ship parts and heavy equipment production factories had been captured.

The remaining military weapon production factories still in Imperial hands could only produce some small weapons, ammunition, and some armor.

It was just fortunate that they could still produce the bolters used by the Astartes, although only standard model bolt rounds could be produced.

It was likely that in the upcoming battles, if demons similar to those on the Rogue Trader's ship appeared again, these standard model bolt rounds might not have much effect.

Quan Tiehua and a group of Battle-Brothers sat together, organizing and replenishing their weapons and ammunition.

This time, it would basically be a war of attrition, holding out until the Imperial reinforcements arrived.

So, they were either patrolling the surrounding trenches, commanding the mortals to reinforce the trenches, or digging new defensive fortifications.

Or they were patrolling the surroundings, relying on the Astartes' superhuman senses.

Conversely, the few remaining centennial veterans and Quan Tiehua were sitting together, replenishing their final ammunition supplies.

Weapons and ammunition were piled up like small mountains around them, and the PDFs were still pushing small carts to resupply the Astartes' ammunition here.

"Kid, you're amazing. I didn't expect you to take down a Greater Daemon like that." A brother sitting nearby, with a resolute face, dry and tanned skin, and the gentle features of an Asian person, patted his shoulder with a chuckle.

Quan Tiehua suddenly felt his nose tickle. He sniffed hard, his gaze fixed on this Battle-Brother named Gers, whose head was shaved except for a single long ponytail.

During the previous battle on the ship, this guy was the fastest. Even Quan Tiehua might not have been able to catch up to him; it truly validated the Astartes' running speed of 60 kilometers per hour.

This guy... it was obvious to anyone which Chapter he belonged to.

"It's mainly the Emperor's protection. If he hadn't protected us, even the last plasma would have overloaded and exploded," Quan Tiehua said, putting down the M2-pattern bolter he was cleaning.

"Heh, your ability is your ability. The Emperor is already sitting on that commode and can't get up. How much energy does he have to care about us?" another brother said with a chuckle. Although his Power Armour was also Blood Angels, it was adorned with various decorative fragments of enemy weapons captured during his century of combat.

For some reason, Quan Tiehua felt a little uneasy. "Because the entire Imperium needs the Emperor's management. He loves all of humanity."

"The Emperor is a great figure. He is our human god. He saved all of humanity, freeing us from confusion, ignorance, and foolishness." At this moment, another brother, whose Power Armour was covered with pure markings of the Imperial Creed, even had some Imperial words engraved on it.

Quan Tiehua kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart.

He no longer wanted to speak, not knowing what to say.

Especially when another brother walked over and slowly sat down between them, he instinctively swallowed.

The Power Armour was still decorated with Blood Angels' markings, but the helmet was dark green. A standard flamethrower was strapped to his back. Especially the grenades on his waist were almost can-shaped, with some textured patterns for increased friction and grip.

Quan Tiehua's forehead was already covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

"I had their Planetary Governor retrieve some highly polluting, highly corrosive chemical waste to make some traps and simple long-range throwing devices," Quilstein, with the dark green helmet, said as soon as he sat down, confirming Quan Tiehua's guess.

Especially when a sudden sound came from a distance, Quan Tiehua felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"What kind of defense is this you've set up? When the enemy comes, they'll probably break through in one wave," his Power Armour was meticulously polished and gleaming. Even after the fierce battle on the Rogue Trader's ship, with only a few hours of repair time, he could still polish his Power Armour to a pristine shine, as if it were brand new.

"Holy crap," Quan Tiehua's eyes were now vacant, appearing somewhat dazed, and he muttered.