The Iron Hands Slack Off (2)

But as it turned out, within the entire Civil Servant System of the Imperium, as long as he was capable, he was highly regarded.

Then he'll keep working, and keep working at full capacity.

Because of their increased efficiency, three Primarch can now do the work of four Primarch.

As a result, the backlog of administrative tasks in the Administratum has gradually decreased.

"Damn Mortals Vermin, they actually lied to me!"

Looking at the long-piling-up administrative work before him, Horus felt like killing someone.

"Horus, those Mortals only spoke of the political situation after the Imperium Resolution began to be implemented, not what happened before. They weren't lying to you."

Horus looked at Dorn, and he really wanted to punch him in the face.

"My dear brother, now is not the time to praise them; now is the time to discuss whether or not we should deal with this work."

"Everything for the Imperium!"

Dorn gritted his teeth and finished speaking, then took a portion of the old documents.

Subsequently, the Astartes of the other two Legions also began to take over these documents.

But soon, as these long-standing documents appeared on their desks, their efficiency began to decline, and at the same time, their original Electronic Neural System began to overheat.

"This can't go on."

He looked at the Electronic Neural System, which had already overheated more than a dozen times.

Santar fell into deep thought.

Admittedly, the Electronic Neural System has greatly improved their work efficiency, but the problem lies not with the Electronic Neural System, but with themselves.

"Brothers, maybe we should change our approach."

"I agree. After all, the Electronic Neural System needs upgrading. We need to upgrade the entire system first before putting it into operation."

"No, what I mean is that we rushed things, and as everyone knows, the Adeptus Administratum's paperwork is never-ending."

"Are we just going to leave these documents like this? We can't let Father be disgraced!"

Santar fell silent for a moment.

He was considering whether or not he should say those words.

This statement is in great conflict with the survival-of-the-fittest philosophy that their entire Legion has always believed in.

"Brothers, please answer my question seriously: if the Adeptus Administratum's quota is 100, how much should we achieve?"

"Of course it's 100." Soon, a Space Marine with the Iron Hands gave the answer, and his answer was also the answer of most people.

"No, we don't need to achieve 100%."

How much is that?

"It's 60."

"Santar, you're running away!"

"This is not an escape, my brother, this is for endurance."

"Haven't you realized by now that no matter how good the equipment is, it will always rot in our hands? This isn't a problem with the equipment; it's a problem with ourselves."

There's a saying in Nostramo: "Passing is good enough; anything more is a waste."

"I think placing it in the Adeptus Administratum, that Living Hell, would be just right."

"Your idea is dangerous, First Company Captain."

"We are the supermen of the Imperium, but first and foremost we are human beings, not tools, so this strategy is reasonable."

"What we need to do is handle Imperium administration and get the entire Imperium Civil Servant System running, not clean up their messes."

"Your idea is dangerous; I need to report it to the Primarch."

"No need, I'll go see him myself."

After saying this, Santar went to find Ferrus Manus and shared his thoughts.

In the past, Ferrus Manus would have punched the other person first to see if he was thinking straight.

But things are different now. My Uncle taught me not to act rashly, but to think things through first.

However, this Primarch, who had believed in the Jungle Law since childhood, clearly hadn't figured it out, so he sought out his two other brothers.

Hearing Ferrus Manus's plan, the other two Primarch also fell into deep thought.

"Perhaps this is feasible," Dorn spoke first.

"Dorn is right, I support his opinion," Horus said.

"Admittedly, your Electronic Neural System has greatly improved our work efficiency, and at the same time, it allows us to finish our tasks on the same day."

"But have you noticed that the better the equipment, the more aggressively the X Legion attacks?"

"To the point that now, they've brought up all those old, trivial matters."

"So we should do this, shouldn't we, Horus?"

"Yes, Ferrus Manus, you don't want to be better equipped and more efficient, but end up with one foot in the other, stuck in the Administratum forever, do you?"

Hiss...

That's definitely true.

"Horus is right. This way, we might even have time to go to the front lines."

"Yes, Ferrus Manus, Dorn's analysis is absolutely correct."

Horus said this not just to make things easier for himself, but because he needed to take time to go to the front lines, return to his Legions, and see Abaddon.

Abaddon was his dearest son, but also the son who stabbed him the most and hurt him the most.

After listening to the two brothers' back-and-forth arguments, Ferrus Manus finally agreed.

He then immediately announced the news to the X Legion.

"Based on our final decision, Santar's proposed Passing Grade Policy is adopted and is effective from this moment on!"

"OK!"

"Finally, I don't have to be Nuclear-Powered Ox-Horse anymore!"

What are Nuclear-Powered Ox-Horse?

"Nostramo's catchphrase is about endless work and the pursuit of efficiency."

"You're really talented, bro!"

"That's a classic line from the Evernight Epic, spoken by the Father of Night."

"What?"

"Balance work and rest. Don't overwork yourself. Only by staying alive can you make greater contributions to the Imperium."

"As expected of the Father of Night, those words are profound!"

With the implementation of this resolution, the previously bustling and energetic atmosphere in the Administratum Government Affairs instantly cooled down.

At the same time, Ferrus Manus also found it somewhat unbelievable.

He was surprised to discover that, according to the original principles of the Legion, his own Scions were suspected of shirking their duties.

But upon closer reflection, this actually caused the radical Social Darwinism prevalent within the Legion to vanish without a trace.

"The Administratum is truly an amazing place."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ferrus Manus covered his face.

I must be crazy. How could I say something like that?

It seems he really did an overly comprehensive job.

Meanwhile, within the Luna Wolves's marching defense zone.

Abaddon sneezed loudly.

Achoo!

"What happened, Abaddon?"

"I don't know, Sejanus, maybe some Xenos bastards are insulting me."

"You also have Psychic Power?"

"No, that's not it. In the Evernight Epic, the Father of Night said that if you sneeze for no reason, either someone is cursing you, or you're about to have bad luck."

"Given our current situation, I don't think we're that unlucky. It's probably just some Xenos bastard swearing."