Chapter 100: Schola Progenium
"With all your might! Imagine the opponent is an enemy of Lord Lucan! Think about who gave you everything you have! Think about who brought you from the underhive to a place countless people aspire to be! Don't think you can rest on your laurels just because you've entered the Schola Progenium! Anyone who slackens or is lazy, I'll be the first to kick them back to the underhive factories!
And you lot from the nobility, don't think you can relax just because you're nobles! This academy is under the direct jurisdiction of Governor Rebecca; its administrative level is much higher than your families'! Your elders have to address me as 'sir' when they see me!
And do you really want to be outdone by your classmates from the underhive? You've received the best education since you were young! A single meal you once ate was enough to feed your opponent for a year! If you still lose to them under these circumstances, I advise you to voluntarily renounce your noble titles sooner rather than later! You are not worthy!"
The instructor strictly supervised every cadet.
And his words spurred every single one of them. The cadets of common birth fought to repay the Rogue Trader; many of their parents had died in the previous war.
And the Rogue Trader had not failed their sacrifice, giving them the opportunity to come here. They didn't want to waste the chance their parents had bought with their lives, nor did they want to lose the life they now had.
And the children of nobility also had their own pride. The nobility had indeed exploited the commoners in the past, but their families had also made their own sacrifices. The noble families who had not turned to Chaos had all participated in the war, and in the pioneering history of the Dynasty, their ancestors had also fought for this world for the Dynasty with their lives and the weapons in their hands.
Neither side would yield to the other.
In this daily combat training, they could be said to be using their full strength without reservation. From time to time, cadets would cry out in agony as their legs or arms were broken by their opponents.
And whenever someone got too heated and was about to deliver a killing blow, this instructor would intervene and stop them.
Although the instructors here had retired, they were once the most outstanding warriors. Before these children who had not yet reached adulthood, they were like insurmountable mountains.
"Useless! You can't even handle this little bit of pain? How will you serve Lord Governor loyally in the future?! Everyone who fell, no lunch for you today! Medics, come over! Heal their broken hands and legs! Then, all of you, run 30 kilometers around the academy's training grounds!"
The instructor had no intention of giving them a chance to breathe!
And this instructor also noticed Lucan, who was accompanied by the headmaster.
He immediately dropped everything he was doing and ran over to Lucan.
"Great Rogue Trader! First Regiment of the Raiders, 3rd Company, Lieutenant Andrew, reporting! May the God-Emperor protect you!"
"You were once a member of the Raiders?" Lucan said with a smile.
"Yes, my Lord! I lost my right arm during the reconquest campaign of Agathos. I originally had the opportunity to continue my service, but when the Dynasty was recruiting instructors for the Schola Progenium, I voluntarily signed up!"
"Thank you for your service, Lieutenant Andrew. If you were still in the Raiders, you probably could have obtained much more, right? Even more room for advancement, whether in status or wealth."
"Everything I have was given to me by you, my Lord. Rather than dragging this crippled body around, it's better to be here, cultivating more talent for the Dynasty!"
And those cadets who had just finished training also showed expressions of disbelief when they saw their famously harsh instructor humbly bowing to someone. It was known that he even dared to ignore the headmaster's words on a daily basis.
But when they saw Lucan's face clearly, they all showed excited expressions.
"It's Lord Lucan! By the God-Emperor, Lord Lucan has personally come to the academy!!"
The academy was filled with Lucan's statues and portraits; how could they possibly not recognize him?
And seeing these new bloods of the Dynasty's future, Lucan also smiled, greeting and encouraging them.
In less than two years, these cadets would become the backbone of various departments. Some would become soldiers, while others would enter the army in a capacity similar to an Imperial Commissar. Lucan needed to ensure his forces would forever be loyal to him personally.
And for Lucan's most outstanding graduates, Lucan also planned to use the Divinity Machine to enhance them, and even bestow upon them Praetor Suits and induct them into the Night Sentinels.
Leaving the training grounds, Lucan then inspected several other academies: the Naval Academy, the Infantry Academy, and even a Technology Academy.
There were specialized Tech-Priests here teaching these children knowledge related to machinery, and they did so without reservation, imparting everything they knew.
Lucan was well aware that the Imperium's Adeptus Mechanicus actually possessed a vast amount of technology. It was only their conservative attitude, coupled with the prevalence of academic fiefdoms and an unwillingness to share achievements, that had led to the Imperium's current state of research.
Those Archmagi who kept knowledge to themselves – when they died, the most important technology on an entire forge world would disappear with them. Sometimes, on an entire forge world with millions of Tech-Priests, not a single other person could be found who could master the relevant manufacturing techniques.
This was a huge loss for both the Imperium and humanity. Therefore, according to Lucan's requirements, technology was to be shared within the Cult of the Holy Machine. As long as one reached the required rank, one could master and learn it.
And besides the imparting of knowledge, another exceptionally important matter at the academy was the cultivation of loyalty to Lucan himself.
Lucan looked at the students' curriculum in his hand. At least one-tenth of the time was spent cultivating loyalty to the Dynasty.
"Under the guidance of a priest, conduct morning prayers to the great Rogue Trader, the God-Emperor's Living Saint, Lord Lucan Mongorte."
"Under the escort of a Dynasty history official, study the glorious deeds of the Rogue Trader."
"Brainwashing. This is definitely brainwashing!"
However, when this method of brainwashing was beneficial to him, Lucan didn't seem to find it so repulsive anymore.
And Lucan, having just finished his inspection tour, hadn't even returned to the palace yet when he received a message from the fleet.
A fleet had suddenly appeared at the Mandeville Point of Agathos.
And the master of this fleet was actually Astartes.
"Space Wolves? How did they end up here?!"
Lucan couldn't figure out why a fleet carrying Space Wolf Astartes would suddenly visit Agathos.
If one were to ask which Astartes Chapters in Warhammer still retained their "humanity," the Space Wolves would definitely be one of them.
Also a First Founding Chapter, the Space Wolves were still active throughout the Imperium, their "wolf packs" conducting their own hunts everywhere. They fought against the enemies of mankind in the name of Russ.
However, this Space Wolf fleet seemed to have been attacked; the warships were scarred and battered.
And immediately after, Lucan learned that a xenos fleet had followed close behind and had also invaded Agathos.
"Dark Eldar?"
Had these Space Wolves provoked the "black bean sprouts"?
(End of Chapter)
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