Cisrain: Lacking Development, Time to Find a Reason for War

A massive swarm of Wasp-men surrounded Talon from all directions.

Fortunately, these creatures lacked advanced technology; otherwise, the fact that they could fly would have made them a troublesome nuisance.

Peng!

Peng! Peng!

Talon fired as he advanced.

Bullets from his bolter, stamped with the Imperial Purity Seal, poured into the Wasp-men, while the blessed tactical knife in his hand stabbed directly into the vile xenos flying toward him.

"Hmph! An ambush? Vile xenos!"

After dispatching the Wasp-men flying at him, he continued to fire at the swarm opposite him.

The Wasp-men on the other side were actually suppressed by him alone for a moment.

Provoked, the Wasp-men rallied their ranks, summoning more of their kin from the vicinity and even calling upon the guardian drones from their nests. The attacked Wasp-men emitted angry buzzing sounds, brandishing their weapons as they swarmed toward the invaders like a dark cloud.

Before long.

Gunfire erupted from behind as well.

The hail of bullets from the rear was even more intense.

"Talon, continue the advance."

"Yes, Captain!"

Two Astartes warriors stood at the front, one wielding a chainsword and the other a tactical knife, bolters in hand. They faced the dark, swarming mass of Wasp-men as if they were nothing, standing as one against a thousand.

"Squad One, suppressive fire!"

"Squad Two, locate the enemy nest and transmit targeting coordinates."

"Squad Three, provide covering fire."

"Move, move, move!"

"Why are there so many disgusting creatures?"

"Let's perform some surgery on them."

The Astartes and the soldiers of the Gamma Planet pushed forward against the Wasp-men. Although the wasps were numerous, they offered no resistance to the advance. To protect their nests, the provoked Wasp-men summoned even more of their enraged kin to fight the soldiers.

Stinger Bees, a type of assassin wasp that moved at high speeds like a blade, darted through the air.

They moved so rapidly in the high altitude that they could even dodge bolter rounds.

Buzz!

The Stinger Bees struck.

Talon dodged, pulling back.

He raised his gun, locked on, and fired in one fluid motion.

After a headshot, he continued his advance.

Cyrus was even more efficient.

Every single bullet found its mark, precisely hitting a Stinger Bee.

Not a single one could even get close to him.

The battlefield before them quickly turned into a meat grinder.

The lagging Wasp-men were pierced by bullets, while their venomous weapons struggled to wound the soldiers, only finding success when they managed to strike a soldier's eyes or exposed skin.

Even with the Stinger Bees present, killing a few soldiers was not enough to turn the tide of battle.

"Targeting complete."

"Transmitting signal."

"First wave of strikes commencing, estimated time of impact: five seconds."

The soldier commanding the operation sent the strike signal to the front-line troops.

Inside one of the quiet factories they had constructed, a hatch opened. A black missile spat out angry flames, rising from the ground and trailing thick white smoke as it ascended into the sky.

It carved a white line across the heavens.

On the ground, the ignorant beasts of Ozrax looked up at the sudden white streak in the clear sky, watching it fly toward a distant point before looking back down. Just like the Chaos beacons from before, what did it have to do with them?

Meanwhile.

On another part of the battlefield.

"Target locked, sending strike signal."

"Signal sent."

"Target locked, missile estimated to arrive in five seconds."

A missile rose from the base, flying off in another direction.

"Governor, there are only two xenos hive-cities within fifty kilometers. We've inspected them and found that the brain structure of these xenos is not advanced; their intelligence should be low, but they are rich in protein. How should we handle these xenos?"

Cisrain glanced at the report casually. "Process them into canned goods. Waste not, want not."

"By the way, Governor, our survey shows that this planet's mineral deposits are not rich, and its energy reserves are lacking. The previous inhabitants named it Ozrax. Do you wish to rename it to facilitate our subsequent management?"

After colonizing a planet, Cisrain had the authority to name it.

Renaming was, in fact, for the sake of Cisrain's unified management.

After all, with millions of usable planets in the galaxy, it would be a headache just to look at the star map if they weren't categorized by function.

Therefore, for the sake of convenience, Cisrain would give the planet a unified internal name—simply put, renaming it based on its function.

"Change the name." Cisrain paused before continuing, "Let's call it Consumer Goods Planet 1."

"Understood, Governor. It has been marked as Consumer Goods Planet 1."

Cisrain finalized the planet's name, determined its duties and obligations, and set the management measures for such planets moving forward.

"Alloy is still insufficient, and energy is still in short supply. What I lack most is my space fleet. Currently, I only have three science ships; it's too pathetic. I don't even have a single battleship, let alone a megastructure."

On the Stellaris Template, various data points were trending downward.

The technology for the Synapse Condenser (the sacred Khala) had already been distributed to the mother planet's research station via the Stellaris Template and was being produced around the clock. Cisrain had ordered them to build it at any cost and at the fastest possible speed, but the thing was a massive power hog. Furthermore, the amount of alloy required to forge it was enough to build ten research stations.

Moreover, maintaining its operation required a constant stream of electricity.

I need a power-generating planet to fuel my Synapse Condenser.

I need an industrial planet to provide production capacity for my space navy.

I also need a population empire.

Boom!

Boom!

Outside.

Brilliant sparks ignited.

The beautiful mushroom cloud failed to draw even the slightest bit of Cisrain's attention.

Where were the remaining two science ships?

One seemed to have sailed into a sector marked as Greenskins.

[Jaga's Great Waaagh!]

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"As expected."

Hopefully, the other direction can give me a little surprise.

The remaining science ship was heading toward the Tau Empire.

I need to find a reason to start a war.

I need to secure a few power and mining planets!

"Flamethrowers, clear the battlefield."

"Wait, the Governor has designated this planet as Consumer Goods Planet 1. Cease incineration for now."

"Fine then, switch to capture guns. Clean up the battlefield."

Hearing the soldiers' conversation.

The Astartes felt a bit strange.

Who names a planet like that? Besides, the planet already had a name; there was no need to rename it.

"Consumer Goods Planet 1?"

"What kind of consumer goods are there? These xenos can't even afford to buy anything."

Watching the soldiers drag the xenos away.

The men who had just struck the xenos nest wore expressions of regret.

The Astartes could not understand.

Imperial Academy Exam Question

How many Primarchs did our great Emperor create in total?

A: 20

B: 18

C: 21

D: 9