Within 5 days, the people of the Underhive had been quietly brought into the Hive City by Noah's subordinates.
At the same time, the Mechanical Legion stationed in the Underhive also entered the Hive City.
Considering the Imperium of Man's aversion to AI, Noah specifically gave all of his Mechanical Legion bionic skin, making them indistinguishable from normal people.
Noah had not been idle for a year; his machine army had grown to 600,000.
At the same time, the children from the Underhive began to be arranged and infiltrated into various important functions and departments throughout the Hive World by Noah, using his authority as governor.
These individuals had all undergone complete education and possessed knowledge inherited through their DNA; they were definitely more useful than the ordinary nobles of the Warhammer World.
Within 4 days of Noah leaving the library, he had completely taken control of the entire Hive City.
The Underhive was also not forgotten, as he was, after all, the boss jointly elected by the gangs of the Underhive.
For the first time, the people of the Underhive felt the warmth from the Imperium; Noah was not a governor like an insect.
Or rather, it wasn't that these governors were like insects, but that they truly had no other way.
But Noah had a way; he directly converted corpse starch into edible meals through his converter, and also transformed the green skin spores and meat into edible food.
From the time they were born until now, the people of the Underhive ate edible food for the first time, eating something called food for the first time.
The sheer magnitude of this change filled them with emotion.
At the same time, they still cheered "Long live the God-Emperor!" and then began to fight the green skins even more frantically; Noah saw all of this and felt anxious.
This is messed up... relying on such a group of ignorant, feudal, and superstitious people, how can technology be developed? How can they develop technology?!
Noah looked at the reactions of his subordinates and was very dissatisfied, but now was not the time to deal with this matter; he would talk about it after solving the green skins.
Just as Noah was preparing to conscript troops and train them with gauss rifles, the four Space Marines who had been fighting outside returned.
As the four giants in power armor stepped into the Governor's Mansion hall, Noah also looked up at them.
These individuals before him were tall, robust, and full of raw, wild strength, fierce like giant wolves.
Their heads had tangled black or gray hair braided into thick plaits, hanging down to their chests, and one warrior had a long black beard.
Their eyes were golden yellow, though some were light yellow, shimmering with a blue-like glow.
The color of their power armor was gray-blue, decorated with blue-skinned, blue-shaped totems and rune-engraved metal plates.
To be honest, facing these four Space Marines, who looked almost like primitives, Noah's shock was unparalleled.
He truly couldn't understand which civilization would make its warriors look like this.
According to previously obtained information, this Space Marines chapter was the Space Wolves; while Noah could understand their worship of wolves.
However, having such gaudy decorations on their power armor during combat, especially, was indeed a bit hard to bear.
Especially when Noah's psionics began to probe the strength of these so-called demigods before him, he suddenly felt as if he could crush these four with a flick of his hand.
However, Noah had, after all, directly replaced the governor, and during this year, these individuals had indeed made significant contributions to defending humanity.
So he still stepped forward and performed an aquila salute to the four Space Wolves before him.
"Warriors of Fenris, I wonder what brings you to me? Weren't you still clearing out the green skins earlier? Is there anything you need my help with?"
"Are you the new governor?" The leading Space Marine removed his helmet, revealing a scarred face. These scars clearly indicated that he was a battle-hardened Space Marine.
He unceremoniously scrutinized Noah, who looked like a pure human.
He completely lacked the demeanor an Imperium noble should have, or perhaps that's just how the Space Wolves were.
"You look good, but I wonder how you had the guts to take over the governor position at such a critical moment."
Space Wolves, or rather Space Marines, generally had no interest in the change of a governor's position, but the current situation was different.
Now everyone knew that this planet was a deathtrap.
This planet had a large number of green skins, but the Imperium's army could not come to reinforce in time, as they were preparing to reinforce Cadia.
Beyond that, more importantly, the ships for collecting the Imperium's tithe would also arrive at this planet next year.
This planet was now simply a huge deathtrap; he truly didn't know where the governor before him got the courage to take on such a heavy burden.
The Space Wolves still had a slight fondness for warriors.
It was precisely because Noah dared to take over the role of governor at such a critical juncture that these wolves became curious about him.
Noah smiled slightly, his gaze calmly meeting the Space Marine's scrutiny.
"Naturally, it is for the Emperor. This is the Emperor's world and must not be abandoned like this, and the former governor was already weak and incompetent.
At such a time, I will never allow a world of the God-Emperor to be abandoned; even if I die, I will fight to the death to protect this world of the God-Emperor!"
"If I ultimately fail to protect this world of the God-Emperor, then let my body be wrapped in the imperial eagle banner."
Undoubtedly, Noah's words were entirely politically correct.
His mouth was full of the God-Emperor.
When such words were spoken, even the Space Wolves, known for their rudeness and barbarity, chose to trust him.
They felt that this new governor before them was a man of strong faith, willing to dedicate his life to this Imperium.
The Space Wolves were not a reckless and barbaric Chapter; hidden beneath their seemingly stubborn demeanor was a heart like a fierce tiger, delicately sniffing a rose.
Erik Ironjaw, the leading Wolf Guard, suddenly threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh, making the glass windows of the hall hum. His amber wolf eyes gleamed with approval.
"Good! Well said!" Ironjaw forcefully slapped his power armor chest plate, producing a dull metallic clang, "Now that's what an Emperor's loyal servant looks like!"
He strode forward, his rough, large hand clapping heavily on Noah's shoulder. If it were an ordinary person, this would have been enough to shatter a shoulder blade. But Noah remained motionless, only politely swaying slightly.
"Kid, you're interesting." Ironjaw leaned closer to Noah, a strong scent of mead wafting over.
"I hope you can always maintain the spirit you're speaking of now, and not become one of those disgraceful governors and civil servants in the Imperium."
Noah maintained a polite smile: "It is my honor to serve the God-Emperor to the death."
"Ha!" Ironjaw released his hand, turned, and shouted to the other three Wolf Guards, "Did you hear that? This bookworm has more guts than most Imperial Governors!"
The other Wolf Guards also let out rough laughter, and the atmosphere immediately eased.
Noah secretly breathed a sigh of relief—the Space Wolves, as the data recorded, indeed valued courage over red tape.
"Listen, Governor." Ironjaw suddenly became serious, "We just returned from the northern hemisphere battlefield. The number of green skins is even greater than expected, at least billions. They are gathering a massive Waaagh!"
"But we just received deployment orders from the Departmento Munitorum; we need to rush to Cadia to fight. We are leaving..."
The wolves stopped speaking there; even though they were all illiterate, they still felt a pang of heartache.
This was a world of the Imperium, and this world was about to be abandoned.
Billions of Imperial Citizens would die at the hands of those orks, and these green skins would become a new threat to the Imperium.
But facing such a situation, the wolves had no way to help.
Compared to the green skins on this planet, the battle in the Cadia sector was clearly more important.
Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the Imperium; sacrificing the Imperial Citizens of one planet for the greater good is acceptable to the Imperium.