Having done everything he could, all that was left was to wait for time to pass. Noah was in no hurry.
He had enough time to develop the civilization under his command. He could act as a guide, leading this nascent civilization to rise again.
From the moment humanity stepped out of that blue planet, this was how humans were, and conquering the entire galaxy and the entire universe was humanity's destiny.
The Psionic Legion had already begun training, and the PDF had also started their drills.
Noah naturally couldn't accept a PDF as weak as the original ones. He planned a new PDF for his planet.
Over the next eight months, Noah began building his PDF to prepare for the upcoming Imperial Guard tithe.
This tax had to be paid, after all, it was for the existence of the human race.
Fighting for the race was glorious, and it wasn't about sending his soldiers directly to their deaths.
Because in war, there are those who survive and those who die; it depends on each soldier's individual fate.
However, despite this, Noah would equip his PDF with sufficient weapons and equipment and provide them with certain guarantees.
Since the alloy factory was already operational, and power armor was cheap, he issued power armor to all PDF units. Each person was also issued a Gauss rifle and four nucleomagnetic grenades.
In addition, the Gauss rifles were equipped with phase bayonets for close combat.
You might not use a bayonet, but you can't be without one.
Having one and not having one are two different things.
Noah had come to understand this.
Close combat was common in this universe; Chaos forces would charge in like primitives for melee.
To ensure his troops wouldn't be at a disadvantage in close combat, Noah added these bayonets.
Those who joined the PDF received the benefit of genetic modification, which doubled their physical constitution compared to ordinary people, allowing them to use the equipment of the PDF.
However, once you joined the PDF, you couldn't leave.
At least, not during the service period.
This was a strict rule Noah had to implement due to a severe lack of resources.
After all, as the saying goes, he was a bit poor now, and if he was poor, he had to be frugal.
It wouldn't do for someone to join the PDF, get genetically enhanced, and then quit, would it?
Although, as it turned out, Noah's worries were superfluous.
Because no one was willing to leave the PDF. This was one of the few times they could contribute to the governor.
For the human citizens of the Betel Imperial hive World, they couldn't find any way to repay Noah.
Many people could only keep sleeping to produce more energy to repay Noah, but could sleeping really be considered repayment?
That was clearly a vacation.
Therefore, after receiving the conscription quota for the PDF, who would be willing to quit?
This was their hard-won opportunity to contribute to the governor and to the Emperor; they would never withdraw from the PDF.
Since the war with the orks ended, with so many people enthusiastically joining and with increasing food and abundant resources, Noah's PDF had grown.
He had assembled a PDF of 30 million people.
A PDF of 30 million people—many hive Worlds in the Imperium probably didn't have as many troops as Noah, let alone his PDF, which had power armor for every single person.
Although these power armors were made from Tier 1 alloy.
Tier 1 interstellar alloy is known as plasteel in the stars. Noah had already compared this plasteel with ceramite used in the Warhammer world.
The comparison showed that his initial Tier 1 alloy, plasteel, was roughly twice as good as Warhammer's ceramite in various performance aspects.
Interstellar era alloys naturally couldn't be the same as Earth alloys from the 2k period; they merely continued to use the same name.
However, in terms of performance, they were not comparable to the materials science of the 2k period.
The power armor forged from Tier 1 alloy provided corresponding defense for these PDF units.
However, due to energy and material shortages, these ordinary soldiers were not equipped with basic shields.
This was perhaps Noah's only regret.
But even now, Noah could announce to everyone that even if another four or five billion orks came, if he had his current 30 million PDF, he would win the war.
Even without deploying his warships and bodyguard robots, he could still achieve victory in the war.
Betel Imperial hive World.
According to the information left by the previous governor, this hive World needed to pay 10 regiments of Imperial Guard annually to the Imperium.
Each Imperial Guard regiment consisted of 3,000 men, which was in line with the military standards of their hive World for Imperial Guard infantry regiments.
This meant that when the next tax collection ship arrived, his hive World would need to provide about 30,000 troops to the Imperium. He currently had a full 30 million.
Even by the military standards of the Terran Federation, this was equivalent to 30 legions of troops.
A mere 30,000 men, just 10 regiments of troops—that was just a drop in the bucket, and Noah could naturally meet this requirement.
At the same time, over these past few months, the Psionic Legion had also completed its preparations. Now Noah was just waiting for the Imperium's tax collection ship to arrive.
Time quietly flowed by on the Betel hive World.
Noah stood on the high tower of the governor's office, overlooking the city that was undergoing transformation.
The lower levels of the hive were no longer sewage-filled slums but had been transformed into neat residential areas.
Factories in the middle section operated day and night, producing enough supplies for the entire planet.
And the upper levels became the training base and command center for the PDF.
Eight months was enough time for a world to undergo monumental changes.
30 million PDF personnel—this number was astonishing in any hive World of the Imperium.
Even more terrifying, this force was not a disorganized rabble but an elite army, fully equipped with power armor, Gauss rifles, and nucleomagnetic grenades.
All corresponding heavy weapons were also in place.
Their training intensity far exceeded Imperial Guard standards, and in some tactics, they even approached the level of Space Marines.
This colonial planet, after he took over, had become completely different from the colonial planets of the Imperium in just one year.
Noah sat in the governor's Palace, preparing to await the arrival of the Imperium's tax collection ship and the Black Ship.
He now wanted to use this opportunity to determine the technological level and combat power of the Imperium.
Of course, to avoid exposing his identity and to integrate into the Imperium,
Noah also prepared a banquet for the upcoming tax collectors, following the customs of the Imperium.
The food used was ordinary.
At the same time, to prevent any other unforeseen circumstances, he also activated simulation equipment, returning everything to its original Imperial appearance.