Battle barge 'Water Monster'.
Under the illumination of bright lights, countless mortals and a large number of Astartes clearly surrounded a large training ground.
Looking around, almost all the mortals were standing behind the Weeper Guards, while the number of mortals on the Man-Eating Shark's side was obviously much smaller.
Accompanied by waves of shrill shouts and excited roars one after another.
In the center of the training ground, a Terminator Astartes from the Weepers was engaging in an extremely fierce close combat with a Shark Astartes who was also wearing ancient Terminator garb.
In an instant, both sides were fighting with heavy fists and feet that turned into phantoms, and countless ceramic steel fragments were constantly flying and scattering with the offensive movements.
This also caused a lot of metal fragments to occasionally splash onto Rorschach and others who were standing at the edge of the training ground.
"Tiberus, I think we should let them take off their armor in the next battle. If we continue to play at this level, I'm afraid the technical sergeants in the regiment will curse us behind our backs for coming up with such a stupid idea."
Rorschach, with his arms folded, slightly shook off some fragments of parts that had fallen on top of the heavy shoulder armor.
With a calm expression, he turned his head and spoke in a deep voice to Chapter Master Tiberus who was standing beside him.
"Maintaining weapons and equipment is their duty and honor as technical sergeants, but I don't object to the Primarch's idea. Even if the current Carcharodon Chapter is a little richer, it is difficult to support the same material consumption as a newly founded Chapter."
There was no emotion on the dead-pale face of Chapter Master Tiberus.
He just stared at the two parties fighting fiercely in the field with his dark eyes, and replied to Rorschach in a low voice.
"Technology and productivity can bridge many gaps. Have you ever thought about finding a suitable planet to build a monastery for the Carcharodon Regiment? Even if it is just used as a foundry, it will be a great help to the Regiment itself."
At this moment, Rorschach, with his brows slightly raised, suddenly spoke to Tiberus.
He had just finished speaking.
Tiberus took a deep breath and slowly turned his neck.
The other party stared at Rorschach with his dark eyes that were devoid of any emotion and asked:
"My Lord Primarch, is this an order issued by you as the Primarch, or a suggestion made in your private capacity?"
"What do you think of this, Chapter Master?"
However, he heard Tiberus's question.
Rorschach narrowed his eyes and did not choose to give a direct answer.
Instead, he threw the question back to the other party.
"With all due respect, my Lord Primarch."
"I think a space shark that stops swimming will lose its terrifying deterrence to the enemy and its hunger to devour its prey, which is not a good thing."
"Moreover, the culture of our Sharks is ingrained in every new Astartes. It is more effective than the Codex Astartes and is not something that can be easily changed. Perhaps, stubbornness is also part of the nature of Space Sharks."
Chapter Master Tiberus seemed silent for a moment.
But he still tried to choose his words carefully and spoke to Rorschach cautiously.
"Yes, I understand. I just said it casually. You don't have to take it seriously."
The other party just finished speaking.
Rorschach, who had been squinting his eyes, suddenly grinned and returned to his normal state.
He raised one hand and gently patted Tiberus's extremely hard ceramic steel armor, speaking in a relaxed and calm tone.
"roar--"
At this moment, accompanied by a roar that resounded throughout the training ground, almost deafening cheers suddenly resounded all around.
Rorschach and Tiberus immediately looked in the direction of the sound.
They found that the battle in the center of the training ground had temporarily been decided.
The Man-eating Shark Astarte with the highest winning rate was unexpectedly eliminated.
Instead, it was the Weeper Astartes, with a shattered helmet and battle-damaged armor, who won the first match.
So, with a smile on his face, Rorschach immediately raised his hand and applauded.
At the same time, he turned his head and signaled Tiberus to come on stage to announce the rules of the subsequent competition.
And just as Tiberus swayed his huge body and stood on the training ground, all the sounds seemed to disappear instantly.
Only the other party's low voice without any emotion was explaining the newly changed rules of the competition.
Boom boom boom——
At this moment, the tall figure of the Great Shark Think Tank Chief Ti Kahurangi was vaguely visible from the periphery of the countless silent crowds.
Rorschach, who was scanning the surroundings, subconsciously looked at the other person.
Then, he drove the vibranium power armor and walked towards them.
"Hello, Chief Librarian, are you looking for Tiberus? He will be leaving soon, please wait a moment."
Rorschach nodded to the head of the think tank.
"Respected Primarch, the solution you and the Chapter Master came up with has indeed solved many hidden contradictions. Thank you for your great concern for the Carcharodon Chapter..."
"Well, I think if you are in charge of this matter, there may be unexpected results."
The think tank chief Kahulangi, whose dark eyes sparkled with wisdom, forced a stiff smile from his pale face.
He bowed slightly and spoke softly in Rorschach's direction.
"Oh? What exactly is it? If it's something major that affects the rise and fall of the chapter, Tiberus is the best person to go for it."
Rorschach asked aloud as he stared at the pale nomad.
"A hunting team that has been away from the Chapter for a long time has just returned from the void. They brought some news to the Chapter. This requires us old guys to hold a void meeting to judge their actions. But I personally think that without your help, their only fate is probably to be executed one by one..."
"Huh? So serious? What's the crime?"
Rorschach raised his brows.
He asked the head of the think tank in a puzzled tone.
"My Lord Primarch, this is a long story. The leader of the hunting team is a priest brother named Tangata Manu. He lost an ancient relic in an accident many years ago. In order to atone for his sins, he chose to take on the necessary responsibility of finding this ancient relic alone."
"However, the Chapter itself was limited by the lack of supplies and combat power, and could not provide much help. Even so, the priest brother consumed a lot of the Chapter's resources and spent thousands of years but still failed to find the crucial ancient relic."
"The Carcharodon Regiment will tolerate failure, but it cannot tolerate failure that lasts for thousands of years... Of course, the most important point is that the ancient relic is actually a precious artifact that the Father of the Void gave to us, the Forgotten Ones, to guard..."
"Empty Glaze!"
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The following story is based on the short story "Silent Hunter" by Shark.
(End of this chapter)