(Bonus update 3/3, with thanks to .I Love Frying Pans. for the tip.)
Li Qinwu noticed a problem: his forces lacked high-end combat power.
In several battles, he had been the one to step in and resolve things with a public display of his power, while the Fleet Iron Guard could only mop up the rank and file and fight minor enemies behind him.
How could this go on? Three Fleet Iron Guards were supposed to match one Astartes. If he kept making them fight low-level wars like these, how could they ever grow?
Although Li Qinwu was powerful and could resurrect, he was still only one man.
If they had to fight on multiple fronts in the future, or faced a complicated situation and a prolonged battle, surely he could not be expected to blink back and forth and resolve everything himself?
Besides, after seeing Grand Inquisitor Oluka off this time, Li Qinwu had a vague feeling that something big was about to happen!
He could not say exactly what it was, but the feeling was there, along with a sense of urgency.
It was like a Dayun truck was bearing down on him from behind, making the back of his neck prickle as a song automatically played in his ears: "Oh, life~ could you let me off just this once~" That sort of feeling.
This bad premonition had come without any real reason, but Warhammer 40,000 was a universe where the mind shaped reality.
So he had to prepare in advance. He needed to train an army that could hold off powerful enemies even without him.
Before, his holdings had been small, and he had feared losses in his army. The army had also still been under construction, so he had never been willing to let the Fleet