Administrative work handover

"Trazyn, you guys got it sorted out?"

"That's right, we've finished on our end. You can proceed with the remaining approval process as normal. Also, we've inspected everyone who moved from Barbarus, and there's no Warp contamination."

Alright.

Watching Trazyn leave, the Great Angel's heart stirred.

After this experience, he can say with absolute certainty that moving into the Peaceful Star System is not a difficult task.

However, since Barbarus has just moved here, there are still many things to consider, and he needs to observe things carefully.

Others may not know what's going on with Curze, but the Great Angel knows it all too well.

After all, his good older brother had already reduced his Fruit allowance to only 15%.

So who knows what Curze might do to Mortarion after he arrives?

Therefore, the Great Angel is not in a hurry to move in; he needs to treat Mortarion as a notebook of mistakes.

Hopefully, Baal won't make the same mistakes Mortarion did after he moves in.

Meanwhile, as Dorn led his Scions to Terra, Han Mingxuan received a message from Horus.

As for why Horus, this daddy's boy, would call him, that's a story in itself.

The story begins when Horus first joined the Administratum.

When Horus first arrived at the Administratum, his Great Astartes Supremacy was fully satisfied.

See? Astartes is just that good.

As the Primarch of the Astartes, he was even more superior.

Mortals would work themselves to death to run a department, but he was different; he took over four departments as soon as he arrived.

This undoubtedly proved his ability, and at the same time, it also proved his status and importance in the hearts of his brothers.

Upon entering the Terra Civil Servant System, Horus did not rush to other departments, but went straight to the Administratum to issue his first order.

"From this moment forward, all Mortals in the four departments— the Administratum, the Department of Justice, the Departmento Munitorum, and the Department of General Affairs— are hereby given a holiday."

"The Holiday will last for a month. During this Holiday, you can do whatever you want as long as you don't violate the Laws of the Imperium."

Horus, with his most elite Scions, looked at the astonished and surprised faces of these Mortals, and his pride was rekindled.

"My lord, please forgive my bluntness, but are the Astartes truly capable?"

"As Demigod of the Imperium, the Primarch of the Imperium, my Scions and I will certainly complete all the tasks assigned by the Imperium Department of Internal Affairs of the Interior."

"Thank you for your mercy and forgiveness, great Wolf of Fenris!"

Ultimately, all Mortals in these four Imperium departments were given a paid leave.

Before the Mortals officials took their vacation, they meticulously handed over their work to express their gratitude for the rare Holiday granted by this great Demigod of the Imperium.

As it turned out, both Horus himself and the Astartes were indeed very capable, and the entire handover process took less than three days.

Just as Horus was preparing to demonstrate his talents in a grand manner, the Astartes of the Iron Hands arrived.

"Great Primarch, we have been ordered to report for duty!"

"Excellent, warriors of the Iron Hands! We, as the Imperium's superhumans, will bring unparalleled efficiency to the entire Imperium's Civil Servant System!"

Then began the momentous Astartes era.

Taking charge of four departments at once was undoubtedly Horus's most desired outcome.

Moreover, there was no obstruction throughout the process, and everyone welcomed him to do so, which made it impossible for him to hide his Great Astartes Supremacy any longer.

Just as he was about to grant some Mortals another holiday, the Iron Warriors, who had been sent to the Administratum for failing the Eleven-Choice Examination, stopped him.

"Your Excellency, you can no longer grant holidays to Mortals."

"Why is that? Perturabo's Scions, do you really think that I, as Imperium Superman Astartes and Imperium Demigod, am incapable of handling the duties of the Imperium Civil Servant System?"

"My lord, I do not doubt your abilities, I only doubt your potential."

"Scions of Perturabo, I forgive your offense, but at the same time, I can tell you that there is no limit to the Primarch."

"Then please, sir, do not release the Mortals from our department as well."

"It seems that you guys, this batch of Iron Warriors, really need some more training."

Even handling government affairs requires the assistance of Mortals.

It seems this batch of Iron Warriors isn't very strong, nor are they particularly capable.

Meanwhile, the Iron Warriors watched as the Astartes of the Iron Hands and the warriors of the Luna Wolves filled the void left by the Mortals' vacation.

They just thought Horus had gone mad.

It doesn't matter anyway; this group of people who Eleven-Choice Examination only had one hour left before leaving the Administratum.

Hopefully, the Lord of Luna Wolves can hold on.

"Brothers, I have a plan."

The Iron Warriors captain, who was about to hand over his duties, called all the members together.

"What plan? Aren't we leaving now?"

"No, brother, I have a very bad feeling. If we go through the normal handover process, we might not be able to leave."

Upon hearing his captain's words, the Iron Warriors, who had been working in the Administratum for so long, instantly understood what was going on.

It's simple; these new combat brothers aren't familiar with the dangers here yet.

If they are allowed to familiarize themselves with the work too quickly, they are likely to leave. Even if the newcomers don't leave, their handover will be indefinitely postponed.

At that point, they'll be in dire straits, barely able to save themselves. They'll have to find a way to satisfy both sides.

Firstly, we need to keep these new comrades in check and prevent them from having any thoughts of quitting; secondly, we need to ensure that their handover process is completed smoothly.

Once you board the spaceship and leave Terra's near-Earth orbit, the sky's the limit and the sea is wide enough for birds to fly and fish to leap.

They went straight into the Warp, and even if Terra called them repeatedly, they wouldn't answer.

"Captain, tell me your plan."

"We need to show Wolf of Fenris the Administratum's work catalog."

"Just looking at the table of contents? If it's just the Administratum's table of contents, I'm afraid Wolf of Fenris will finish reading it very quickly."

"Therefore, we need to contact the Department of General Affairs, we need to contact the Department of Justice, and we need to contact the Departmento Munitorum."

"At the same time, we need to make arrangements with the colleagues in these three departments who will be handing over their work."

"The captain is brilliant!"

Immediately afterwards, the Iron Warriors suppressed his excitement and his trembling muscles.

They began the handover of duties, and following behind them were members of the First Batch, Eighth, Ninth, and Thirteenth Legion who had not yet completed their evacuation.

They were both scared and excited, and now they were determined to ensure a smooth handover of their work.