Thanos didn't want to be a villain.

Chapter 149 Warhammer - Preparing for Battle

"If possible, I'll go to the Space Necromancers." Dio thought for a moment and explained his long-dormant abilities.

The ability to use both hands is not particularly special for the Emperor, but this ability has one outstanding characteristic!

That is the ability to learn!

Being able to learn means the possibility of enabling others to possess the same ability. Even if the learning is difficult, it is nothing compared to the empire's massive population.

Just as the emperor was indulging in fantasies, Dio extinguished his thoughts.

"Want it? Pay more."

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

This offer of extra money sent the emperor gazing at the ceiling and counting stars.

Guilliman and Makado were fascinated and wanted to learn.

The former wanted to save the Ultra Warriors who lost their bodies in the war through learning, while the latter simply wanted to gain academic knowledge.

Dio looked at them and pointed at the Emperor, saying, "Ask him, and if he's willing to pay the price, I'll give it to you with both hands."

Then Guilliman and Macardo stared intently at the Emperor, who was whistling and counting stars, making the Emperor break out in a cold sweat.

Dio planned to teach Seven and the others how to be dual-wielding, since having more skills meant having more chances to survive.

Then Seven replied with a black man tilting his head and asking question mark face.

"You forgot?" Seven asked, puzzled.

"???"

“You put everything into the Imperial Library, and the Dual Hands is an essential skill for the army, especially for the priests of Astartes and the Grey Knights!”

"Moreover, this ability is an elective course in magic schools."

Seven's words made Dio fall into deep thought.

He seems to write down many skills he has learned but feels are useless and put them in the Imperial Library.

In theory, any citizen of the Marvel Cinematic Universe can access and access the database.

As for the textbooks in the magic schools within the Marvel Empire, Dior was only responsible for compiling the first edition. In subsequent revisions, Dior only focused on whether there was any content that deliberately misled or corrupted the students.

He didn't care about anything else.

Looking back now, I realize that I had indeed neglected to understand the content of the school textbooks.

Dio told Seven that everything was alright and told him to take charge of the army.

The Emperor, on the other hand, had already made his plans, and he gritted his teeth.

Thinking to myself, even if it means turning myself into a woman to sell hooks, I have to get my hands on Shuangquan!

Seeing the Emperor's resolute expression, Dio was speechless.

"Now it's time to check on the Tyranids, isn't it?" Dio adjusted the information on the screen.

Guilliman said, "I originally planned to have the Astartes form the Blackwatch to defend against the Tyranid invasion, but unfortunately, the current situation of the Astartes does not make them willing to split up and form teams."

"Especially those battle groups."

Guilliman said meaningfully.

Dio knew what the other party was talking about. Of the twenty warbands, apart from the Second and Eleventh Warbands whose records were deleted, some warbands had some problems to varying degrees.

Before Saint Jereth's return, the Ninth Legion's Blood Angels, originally despised by other chapters as Ghouls, were terrifying when their thirst for blood flared up.

The sons of the Emperor of the Third Legion suffer from genetic defects that make the Astartes in the chapter vulnerable to the risk of physical aging.

If it weren't for the suppression of the Primarch, the Iron Hands would have replaced their entire bodies except for their heads with machines. Their genetic defects make them particularly fond of turning their flesh into mechanical parts.

Even if their mechanical modification technology is indeed amazing, once modified, their combat power will far surpass that of the past.

Space wolves may turn into uncontrollable werewolves, and even fire salamanders may mutate, with some kind of bone spur-like growths on their bodies. They will coat their aggressive bone spurs with a fine gold coating and then polish them.

These are, in a sense, secrets belonging to the warband.

If it's someone close to you, that's fine, but once you're separated, no one has the courage to expose their unusual behavior to outsiders.

That might affect the team's combat effectiveness.

“Alright, the Tyranids can leave everything else to my team, except for the main battlefield,” Dio suggested.

Guilliman glanced at the warships that almost filled the solar system. Apart from the giant warships that were several kilometers long, these warships were all Transformers and were filled with soldiers!

"I've basically drawn about three-tenths of my active-duty Astartes forces; the rest are from other branches. This is the largest force I can muster for inter-space operations while I'm semi-retired," Dio explained, seeing Guilliman looking towards his warship and assuming the man felt he had too few men.

"Although we have fewer troops, we have no shortage of high-end combat capabilities."

He pointed to Seven and his group in the team as he spoke.

Guilliman's lips twitched.

Too few soldiers?

Not to mention whether the Empire currently has as many active Astartes as Dio has, even during the 40k era, all the Astartes combined did not have as many as Dio has now!

This also includes the veterans who have been placed in stone coffins!

"Ahem, well then, the front lines need a lot of troop support. These are urgent reports that have been sent. Take a look." Guilliman didn't know what expression to use, so he took out a document and handed it to Dio.

There are urgent calls for help everywhere, and some places have been completely wiped out. The Tyranids have swallowed the planet whole.

Dio even saw that Guilliman was planning to repeat his previous tactics—creating isolation zones along the Tyranids' path to lure them to nearby Greenskins or other Xenomorph locations.

However, before the order was issued, Dio noticed that it was not yet stamped.

Guilliman saw that Dio had taken note of the order and coughed to explain, “I was planning to proceed as before, but Chancellor Macado did not agree, saying he would consult my father first, and then you arrived.”

Dio took the document and frowned as he looked at the information on it.

It wasn't that there were too many places that needed them, but rather that the number of troops they had originally committed was so large that it terrified Dio.

It's truly worthy of being called the Warhammer world.

"Because this is the first time the Empire has encountered such an enemy, there have been a lot of casualties temporarily, so..." Guilliman didn't finish his sentence, but those who knew, understood.

Dio rolled his eyes, then found several locations that urgently needed troops and were of great importance, saying, "Send my men to these places first, and your men should fill in the gaps as soon as possible."

Guilliman glanced at it and nodded in agreement.

Dio added, "Tell your men to tone down their temper. If they still manage to be shot in the heat of battle, don't feel bad if my men kill them."

The emperor nodded awkwardly.

This kind of thing should have been avoided long ago, but the problem is that the Empire doesn't have the technology to transmit information across light-years, so sending orders requires human messengers, and that requires going through the subspace...

Even with the Lion King's help in relaying orders, the Lion King is currently too busy to spare any time to help. Even now, the Lion King is still leading the First Legion to put out fires everywhere.

Anyone familiar with the characteristics of subspace knows that once you go in, you might not come out for another 500 years.

This uncertainty in timing results in commands being transmitted at an incredibly slow speed.

Even now, this order has not yet reached every army.