"We can make a lot of money by making some steam machinery and equipment and shipping them to other places to sell. The only drawback is that those people only accept things like coal and minerals for trading, not the currency of the empire. It's quite troublesome to buy their machinery and equipment."
"As long as we can make money, that's good. If it's troublesome, fewer people will do it, and you can make a lot of money. If it's easy, more people will follow suit, and you won't make much money. It's easy to get some coal and iron ore, but transportation is a bit troublesome. I do know a way to buy coal and iron ore along the way, and there are big customers who can take over the steam machinery equipment we buy. The problem is that the risk is a bit high, and there are often robbers and beastmen. If you have the guts, we can cooperate and split the profits 50-50. I guarantee that we can make a lot of money. I don't have any other advantages. The only advantage is that I insist on the idea that everyone can make money together."
"Of course we have to cooperate. We rely on our friends when we go out."
"If we can find a way to sell these machines to Rick Territory, we can make even more money."
"Why do you say that
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"Didn't you get the news?"
"What's the news?"
Fisher concentrated and pricked up his ears.
"Many nobles have gathered in Reikland and are leading their troops there, planning to attack Middenheim!
They must be in great need of arms, and this is an opportunity to make a lot of money."
A businessman said mysteriously.
"Ah!" another merchant exclaimed, and looked around nervously. Seeing that no one was looking at them, he whispered, "Crusading Middenheim? Why would those nobles do that?"
"Do you even need to ask this? Those mysterious people in Middenheim are going too far. They want to take away the nobles' land and property and give them to those peasants. How can the nobles accept this?"
"Oh, this is ridiculous, this is ridiculous, how can you do such a thing!
If that happens, the empire will be destroyed!
Without the nobles, who will drive out the beastmen? Who will drive out those monsters? Will we rely on those farmers who know nothing? ? "
“Who says it isn’t
The people in Middenheim are good in everything except this one point. I guess there will be turmoil for a long time in the future."
“How could they do such a thing!
We just chased away those vampires, and life finally became peaceful, but now it’s going to get chaotic again.”
"There's nothing we can do. They are very ambitious, and people like us can only take one step at a time. We should make more money while we can still make money. We don't know what the world will be like in the future!"
”
"They gave the land to those farmers and reduced taxes so that those displaced people could survive. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Fisher, who had his back to the two businessmen, didn't want to talk at first, but as he listened, he felt something was wrong.
Those people drove away the vampires and the undead, and distributed the land to the poor.
They were clearly doing good things, but they were slandered by these guys.
The two businessmen heard the questioning voice.
I turned my head and saw a man in military uniform.
One of the merchants didn't want to cause trouble, so he smiled and said, "We are the ones who talked too much. We are the ones who talked too much."
After saying that, he stood up, took out a few imperial silver coins and wanted to give them to Fisher.
This set of movements is very familiar, and it is obvious that this is not the first time he has done this.
Fisher is also familiar with this set.
But that was in the past.
At that time, everyone did that. If you didn’t, people would think you were an oddball, a fool, and wouldn’t take the money.
Things are a little different now.
Those people are very strict in managing the army.
Once exposed for accepting bribes, there is a high possibility that one will be directly dismissed from office and expelled from the army.
Several military non-commissioned officers have already been fired.
He lost his job and was expelled from the army.
Those people don't care whether there are NCOs serving them or not.
Anyone who dares to trigger the rules they set will be kicked out and a new recruit will be chosen to take over the position.
Fisher didn't want to be driven away.
He still has his own ambitions to fulfill.
"You have to explain clearly, what's wrong with this?" Fisher said relentlessly, "Middenheim is getting better, don't you see that?"
The merchant's other companion was perhaps impatient or had some background, so he had no fear of a soldier like Fisher, so he said, "Nobles have the power to own their territories and the duty to protect their territories. These are the long-standing traditions of the empire, passed down through so many generations. Is it really appropriate to abolish them now? These are the wisdom left by our ancestors. If we discard these things, does it mean that we are also abandoning the glory of our ancestors?"
Fisher was so angry that he laughed at the other party's words.
Such things can also become the wisdom of our ancestors!
"That kind of tradition is backward and ignorant, and should have been abolished long ago." Fisher used the words of those mysterious people to refute the other party, "Those in power should consider the interests of everyone more, rather than the so-called traditions. Those so-called rules and customs should be for people to live better. If it violates this point, then it is time to abolish it."
"The traditions that have been passed down for thousands of years are backward and ignorant. So you are saying that all of us, including our ancestors, are backward and ignorant. Excuse me, this is really arrogant. Weren't you an imperial man before? Why do you want to humiliate this ancient empire, humiliate all the people in this ancient empire and their ancestors? I guess you used to be a soldier of Middenheim, but now you are humiliating the empire like this. You have really found a new master and forgotten the glory of the empire."
"Do you feel honored to be a minion of those mysterious people, to rebel against the traditions of the Empire, to trample on the dignity of the Empire and the glory of your former compatriots? With all due respect, in the past, people like you should have been handed over to the law enforcers, and I might even get fifty copper coins as a reward for exposing the traitors of the Empire."
The businessman was sharp-tongued and seized upon some minor problems in Fisher's remarks and exaggerated them.
Fisher blushed.
That's obviously not what he meant.
But the other party insisted on putting such a big hat on him.
"They established a brand new system, giving respect to civilians and slaves, giving them power and allowing them to participate in the construction process. Everyone was happy and cheering for such things. Look at those farmers and laborers. I have never seen such smiles on their faces today. They are sincerely happy for their work because they know that everything they create belongs to them. And you can say such words!
Why do you want to represent everyone? Isn't it against the honor of our ancestors to not recognize the traditions that exploit others? ? "
The businessman retorted, "What you see is only the appearance, their disguise, their deception. Those ignorant low-class people will only cause trouble, and their cunning and meanness are beyond your imagination. They will mix inferior products into the goods they sell to you, and pretend to be honest to deceive you. What they like most is to do bad things behind your back and mess up your business. They can't get the benefits themselves, and they don't let you get them either. They are terrible, rotten to the point of festering."
"What those who recaptured Middenheim and expelled vampires and undead are doing now is wrong. If they had achieved merit and become emperors of the empire, and whipped those bad nobles to protect the interests of good people like us, I might have called them heroes and great men. Their protection of those untouchables only makes me think they are unreasonable. Sir, would you leave the gold mine unmined and instead go to the garbage dump and the toilet to look for gold?"
If Fisher were allowed to take up arms and fight the beastmen, he would surely perform very well.
But he was obviously not good at talking.
After just a few words, he was speechless.
The other party's point of view was absolutely absurd, but he couldn't find any angle to refute it.
The nobility are born noble, and this perception has long been deeply rooted in people's minds. There is nothing wrong with comparing it to a gold mine.
Fisher's face flushed and he raised his voice: "Then why did you come here? You look down on this place, why do you come here!
This is the paradise of the untouchables you mentioned. This is the home they built. You despise them and yet you dream of making money from them. If you want to make money from them, you should respect them a little bit. "
"Contempt is my attitude, and making money is my duty." The businessman said, "Even if I insult them in front of them and call them fools and untouchables, and slap them in the face, they may hate me at first and even want to beat me to death. But as long as I take it out, they will beg me to give them a chance to work. As long as I give them a little discount and preferential treatment on the goods, they will fly up like flies. At that time, they will even defend me for insulting them. This is the nature of those untouchables. If you don't believe it, you can just spread these words and see if it is true."
Fisher's face flushed and he shouted angrily, "Get out, get out of here. I will report you to the higher-ups and have you expelled. If you look down on those people, you will never make a penny from them."
"Even if you drive me away, what I said is the truth," the businessman said loudly, "the untouchables are untouchables, and they will never be able to get up the wall."
"What you said is bullshit."
Another steady voice with suppressed anger sounded.
The arguing crowd followed his gaze.
Another soldier wearing a double-headed eagle uniform, carrying an exquisitely crafted musket, a musket, a long sword, and a cloak.
He looks no different from a knight.
"Am I wrong?" the businessman asked. "Sir, do you have any other ideas? Or do you want to use force to make me surrender like that guy?"
"Who forced those peasants to be mean and shameless? It was you who forced them. You took advantage of their lack of knowledge, exchanged their food that they had worked hard for a year with worthless and inferior goods, and took away the fruits of their labor with complicated contracts. They could only learn to be cunning and assume that your words were all deceptions. That was just their way of protecting themselves. I have seen those untouchables you said were not cunning. You cheated them of all their food and left their wives and children hungry. I have also seen those unfortunate people who were deceived by you and not only did they not get paid for their work for a year, but they even owed you money. If they can't learn to be cunning and mean in such a situation, how can they survive? You have turned into jackals, but you don't allow people to pick up sticks. How can this world be so reasonable?"
The soldier walked up to the merchant and grabbed the garment made of smooth silk.
"How did you get such beautiful clothes? You can only make money by fooling and deceiving those low-class people!
Did you grow food? Did you grow mulberry and hemp? Or did you weave clothes yourself? I'm afraid that even the capital for your business was swindled from the so-called untouchables you mentioned. Isn't it because of the connections of the nobles that you can make money
If you were stripped of your original identity, you wouldn't even be able to survive. What qualifications do you have to talk so loudly here?"
"You!" The target of his anger turned to the businessman.
"Get out of here, and don't let me catch you saying that again, or I'll break your legs, pull out your tongue, and hang you on the wall. Those tricks of yours work in other places, but not here. You can try to see if I dare to do that!
”
The soldier stroked the hilt of his sword and smiled sinisterly.
The businessman was so frightened that his face turned pale and his hands couldn't help shaking.
His companions nearby hurriedly pulled him back to prevent him from really angering the other party and being hanged on the city wall.
The two men hurriedly paid for the drinks and ran out in embarrassment.
I was afraid that if I ran a little slower, I would be hanged by the other party.
Fisher had a good impression of the soldier and took the initiative to order a glass of beer for him.
"I'm from the Middenheim City Defense Force, Fisher, who are you?"
"You can call me Woody. I'm an auxiliary soldier of the expeditionary force and I just joined the army recently." Woody said, "Nice to meet you."
"That's what I thought, too," Fisher said.
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In the palace of Middenheim.
Valyrian and several mechanical sages were chatting about the construction of an outpost on this world.
They encountered problems that other exploration teams did not.
That is a world without oil.
Using probes, they have scanned the entire planet.
Such a huge planet doesn't even have any oil mines.
However, we discovered quite a lot of messy mineral veins.
Many mineral veins contain the power of the Warp.
Once it is opened, it will become the mithril, secret gold, psychic shaping material, etc. sought after by mages.
This means that they cannot extract the various chemical materials they need from oil, and energy must directly skip the oil industry era from the coal era and enter the nuclear fusion era.
That is why they choose to sell steam equipment.
We need to get enough minerals before we can proceed with the next plan.
The steam machinery that was popular in this world and was powered by firewood and coal was like a toy to the exploration team.
Even Valerian had to admire the imagination of those people in this world.
Firewood is used to boil water, and the pressure from the boiler is used to drive the gears.
They created steam tanks, steam land craft and other equipment.
Of course, the steam machinery in this world is completely irrational from a purely physical point of view.
The problem is that this world is so closely integrated with the subspace that it can ignore the laws of physics to a certain extent, and can be used normally as long as it is not distorted too much.
It is somewhat similar to the various black technologies of the superheroes in Universe 02, or the WAAAGH force field of the green orcs.
The existence of the subspace makes many incredible fantasies become real.
There is no doubt about this.
"If we sell steam machinery, it is very likely that the noble forces trying to attack us will become stronger. Is that really a problem?" asked the noble scholar at the side.
Out of their enthusiasm for knowledge, aristocratic scholars naturally abandoned their own position as aristocrats and thought about issues from the perspective of a group of foreigners who tried to deprive the aristocracy of their hereditary status.
"Don't worry about that. Those mechanical equipment are just improvements on existing steam equipment, not subversion. Compared with the great empire, they are not worth mentioning." Dax, who had been traveling, also came back.
After the dimensional stone vein was discovered in that remote village, he had been guarding it and fought off several waves of attacks from the ratmen.
As a result, Dax has a few more achievements to brag about.
He fought alone against thirty Skaven assassins from Clan Eshin, cut off their heads and hung them on racks.
Single-handedly, he chopped through five underground fortresses and six fortresses of the ratmen, and the rat trolls were chopped down in his hands like wild vegetables.
He chopped along with a machete, up and down, up and down, and his eyes would not be dry even if he chopped all day.
These achievements make Dax quite proud.
For some reason, Dax only likes to show off his achievements in killing ratmen, but has little interest in other monsters.
He didn't even bother to record the trolls and beastmen.
After killing him, he simply forgot about it.
On the contrary, he killed a few ratmen, but he remembered them clearly.
If Valerian hadn't called him back, he would probably still be immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.
The exploration team also conducted research on dimensional stones, and planned to follow the elves' practice to create energy stones to be used as reserve energy.
Naturally, a large amount of dimensional stone is needed for research and use as psychic material.
Warpstone is extremely dangerous to human mages.
The chaotic energy contained therein can easily distort their minds and souls, causing them to fall into the abyss of darkness and be unable to extricate themselves. Ultimately, they are dominated by the power of chaos and become containers for those lifeless ones.
For the empire, the problem is not that big.
The Empire has established a complete theoretical system of the Warp Space, with a mature and efficient theoretical system for analyzing chaotic energy and converting it into harmless psychic energy that can be used by humans.
If we can use dimensional stone to build a psychic system first, the speed of development will be greatly improved.
Some materials that cannot be obtained through physical technological means can be replaced by psychic materials.
It will also be of great help to the exploration team in entering the era of fusion energy.
Among many exploration teams, Valerian's team can be said to be one of the exploration teams with the worst conditions.
Not only is there no help from the indigenous world, there is not even any oil.
Not only do they need to systematically train a group of workers who can be used, but they also need to find a way to bypass the oil industry era.
As for the equipment to be transmitted from the empire's homeland to build the base!
This is a bit of a loss.
Several more exploration teams set out.
Delivering supplies across the universe is also a huge burden for the empire.
To this end, exploration teams are generally required to first establish an outpost base and use old alien road trails to travel through the universe.
Once the alien universe project completes the tunnel, stable communication will be established and even incorporated into the political map.
The only contact between Valyrian's team and the Empire was limited to exchanging information.
It is not an easy task to cross the universe using the roads left by those ancient races. Casualties can easily occur, and total destruction is not surprising.
The exploration team generally will not attempt to return unless they have established a foothold in the local area and have sufficient manpower.
Valerian and others didn't even build a base.
Don't even talk about going back.
Even communications consume the energy they already carry.
This is a huge expense.
Now many airships and heavy vehicles have chosen to shut down to avoid excessive losses.
The noble scholar smiled and said, "You are actually quite strange. You have an emperor, but no nobles. On the contrary, you hate the existence of nobles."
"The nobles will hinder the development of the empire. The interests of the individual must never override the interests of the collective, unless he is willing to give up all the conveniences brought by human society and become the enemy of human society." Valerian rarely explained to the noble scholar.
"Now, our most important goal is to figure out how to build an outpost." Valerian said, "Perhaps, a group of qualified mindless machine slaves can greatly speed up our progress."
"Making machine slaves requires neural equipment and prosthetic parts. We don't have many supplies left now. If we use them to make machine slaves, wouldn't it be too extravagant?" A mechanical priest used the thinking module built into his skull to analyze that using precious imperial parts to make machine slaves would be a very unprofitable thing.
Valerian smiled.
"Why should we use the mechanical parts of the Empire to create machine slaves? This world is so closely integrated with the subspace. We can use some localized methods to create machine slaves, such as connecting those guys to steam equipment, and then using energy stones to let them work day and night to speed up the construction."
“This is feasible to a certain extent, but we still need to study some local materials to produce qualified products.” said the Mechanical Priest.
"Didn't we capture a group of vampires?" Valerian laughed, "Many vampires are transformed from humans. Their physiological structures are somewhat similar to those of humans. We can use them as test subjects. If successful, we can transform those criminals into machine slaves and let them serve the empire well."
"And those nobles who want to attack Middenheim must know the price of fighting against the empire." The noble scholar also made a suggestion.
He was quite excited.
He completely forgot that he was a noble not long ago.
"That's exactly what we should do," Valerian agreed. "They do nothing to fight the foreign enemies, but are quite active in the struggle for power. Such behavior is unforgivable. When they have assembled, I will go to Reikland in person to solve the problems they have brought."
"That would be great." Dax laughed. "When you arrive in Altdorf, the nobles will be very excited. I want to see those good-for-nothings being frightened to death."
"The greatest threat to this world does not come from ordinary people. We cannot waste too much time and must unite humanity as soon as possible." Valerian said, "Using powerful forces to violently crush them is the best option. Turning those rebellious nobles into machine slaves will surely deter those who have evil intentions and try to defy us. It will also further speed up construction efforts and strengthen the Empire's control over this world."
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The vast ocean of ether changes rapidly, and countless strange and fantastic scenes flash quickly.
Just one look at it can suck a person's soul into that terrifying abyss.
Countless unliving beings crouched in the ruins of the reflection of civilization, hiding on the strange and rugged cliffs, starving.
The roars they emitted mixed with the sound of the subspace torrent and turned into strange screams, which were blocked by the Geller force field.
A magnificent fleet sailed through it.
The Invincible Truth is the flagship of this fleet.
It was so stable that the storms of the warp could not shake it at all.
The only consequence of the Lifeless' attack was a few data whispers from the machine slaves that were hit.
In the Primarch's study, Kakar was busy recording history that would shock countless citizens of the Empire.
That sad history was told by one of the Primarchs himself.
Revealing the scars of that era.
Let people realize that even if you are a primitive being, there are times when you are powerless and there are mistakes that you regret.
"I have received many requests from Luther, Zahariel and others. They humbly asked me to let them return to the Great Crusade. But at that time, I ignored those messages again and again. If I hadn't paid so much attention to my pitiful dignity and the face between brothers, perhaps everything would be very different."
"Luther and the Dark Angel warriors I banished were eager to prove themselves every moment. My neglect plunged them into deep despair, without a glimmer of hope. It wasn't until a rebellion broke out on a forge world near Caliban that Luther saw hope. More importantly, Horus, who hadn't rebelled at the time, also planned to go there in person to suppress the rebellion."
"After Luther received the news from Horus, he decided to lead a large army to support and win glory and dignity. The rebellion on that planet gathered Horus's Luna Wolves and Typhons' Death Guard."
Hearing this, Kakar couldn't help but interrupt Lai En's memories.
"According to historical records, the Death Guard Legion seems to be the rebels of Mortarion."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kakar felt a little regretful.
With the Primarch's extraordinary memory and thinking ability, there is absolutely no possibility that he is wrong.
It's just that the Death Guard is a legion that does belong to Mortarion.
Is there any other reason he doesn't know
Lai did not care about Kakar's disrespect, but said in a contemptuous tone: "If you had experienced the Great Crusade, you would understand who the Death Guard Legion really belonged to. If it were not for Mortarion's name as the Primarch, I'm afraid he would have become a marginal figure in the Death Guard. Record it truthfully. There is no need to leave any dignity for such traitors."
Kakkar nodded and added a note next to it.
{Mortarion's control over the Death Guard was far inferior to that of his subordinate Typhons, so some corrections need to be made to the historical data.}
"The suppression of the rebellion went very smoothly. Luther and his team successfully suppressed the rebellion. Horus held a celebration banquet to reward the soldiers of the three legions who fought bravely. I was furious when I heard the news. Luther's actions made me feel humiliated. I was so naive at that time that I thought that no matter how I humiliated Luther and his team, they had to remain absolutely loyal to me and were not allowed to disobey any of my orders."
"They led their troops to the rebellious Forge World, which made me feel that my dignity was challenged again. When they were holding a celebration banquet, I broke into the banquet. The soldiers of the three legions were frightened by my anger. Except for Horus, they all knelt down. I questioned Luther in public why he disobeyed my orders. Luther admitted his mistake to me and hoped that I could forgive him and let him join the Great Crusade again to earn glory. At that time, I didn't listen to any of his explanations, and threw him back to Caliban again, and took away Caliban's fleet, so that they would never be able to leave Caliban again."
There was a hint of self-mockery on Lai En's face.
"I was just like a pathetic, angry child. They were loyal to me, fought for me with their lives, and dedicated their lives to me, but I was so shameless and took their efforts for granted."
"People always think that the Primarch is perfect and rational. This idea is extremely absurd. Not only do we make mistakes and quarrel like ordinary people, but we also compare and ridicule each other. As long as ordinary people make mistakes, we will almost make them, or even worse. This is such an irony."
"The Emperor has endowed us with extraordinary bodies and incomparable wisdom, but this also makes the mistakes we make more serious than those of ordinary people. Recorder." Ryan stared at Kakar and issued a warning: "Never be superstitious about individuals with powerful powers. Whether they call themselves gods or something else, it is the same. Nothing is perfect. They will make mistakes, just like mortals. My brother has always been unwilling to admit that he is a god. This is the reason. When he stands in that position, he will know that the so-called gods are not special or great. Calling oneself a god will only breed arrogance."
"During the Horus Heresy, the entire Warp was surrounded by the Ruinstorm. Spaceships could not move, and no news from the star field could be received. At that time, I could not find Terra, nor did I have any news from Terra. I could not even find a way out of the Warp. It was not until Guilliman used the alien technology to build a beacon that we were able to leave the Warp and come to Macragge."
"On Macragge, I made another mistake, also because of my pride and arrogance. At that time, the Night Haunter, the Primarch of the Night Lords, was wandering in his ship. I tried to catch him for a long time but failed. For the sake of my face, I chose to hide this from Guilliman until I caught the Night Haunter and told him about it. That time, I almost sacrificed my brother for the sake of my dignity, and almost severed the brotherhood between us."
"What happened?" Kakar asked.
"Midnight Haunter escaped and fled to Macragge. He thrived in the city and wreaked havoc. He even assassinated Guilliman and me. We were almost killed by the bomb he set. Later, in order to catch him, I launched an extinction attack on his hiding place, and finally caught the damn bastard. However, Guilliman and Sanguinius did not agree with my approach, and the three of us had a falling out. I thought about returning to Caliban and uniting the broken Dark Angels again. Just as I was about to return, I unexpectedly received news that the Emperor was not dead yet and Terra was still holding on. I had to shelve the idea of returning to Caliban and find a way to cross the Ruinstorm and go to Terra for support."
"It took us a long time to break through the Destruction Storm. It was a terrible disaster, a crazy act of the gods joining hands to try to destroy mankind. We broke through layers of obstacles and finally reached the source of the storm."
"Where is the source of the destructive storm?" Kakar asked.
"The planet of Davin, where the Warmaster Horus fell, where the gods began their quest to destroy the Emperor, was also where we had our chance to turn defeat into victory. There, Sanguinius made his choice to save the shattered Imperium. His selflessness gave us the chance to win, allowing the Emperor to save Mankind from the gods and the Imperium from destruction."
"What kind of choice?"
“He chose to die.”
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... ... ... ... ... ...
To those warriors who followed, Guilliman was divine.
To the people he saved, Guilliman was great.
For Silegol, who had experienced the War in Heaven and the Great Fall, Guilliman was crazy.
Even when facing the Bloody God of War Kane, Xilego had never felt that kind of madness.
This madness is pure and extreme.
Everyone who saw and felt it was horrified.
Fear that madness will consume oneself.
Guilliman holds the power of the entire Imperium in his hands.
Countless Imperial technicians and mechanical priests serve him.
With just one word, he could mobilize the resources of millions of planets to realize his plans.
He has terrible mobility.
Once he sets a goal, he will quickly put it into action.
For example, replacing a warlord for the orcs.
He is pushing things forward in an orderly manner, and everything seems to be going smoothly.
News has been sent back from Dorne, and the chosen orc warlord has been contacted.
The other party "readily" declared their loyalty to the empire.
Guilliman was not left behind either.
Guilliman has mastered all the knowledge stored in the Black Library about the Old Saints' creation of biological weapons.
With the help of a group of white-robed men, they gathered various resources and knowledge, built a bunch of mechanical equipment with a strong Martian style, and prepared to complete the biological weapons plan that the ancient saints had failed to complete in the past.
... ... ... ...
Located on the surface of the Emperor Supreme celestial-class battleship, the mechanical throne that looks like a majestic mountain is just the terminal of a huge system.
To a certain extent, the entire Emperor Supreme Celestial-class battleship is part of the Mechanical Throne.
Complex mechanical devices were used to allow Guilliman to build and control the Warp Firewall.
In an era when human spirits are interconnected and the imperial system has begun to be promoted, the Emperor Supreme also serves as the central system and central database.
Now this huge celestial-class battleship has ushered in another important mission.
That's taking control WAAAAAAAGH.
WAAAGH is a spiritual ability unique to green-skinned orcs.
The Ancients established a secondary network independent of the Warp through unknown means to avoid the dangers brought by the Warp, attempting to use it as a trump card to reverse the War in Heaven.
Unfortunately, they self-destructed before they could succeed, and no one knew where the rest escaped to.
Now all Guilliman has to do is to complete the vision of the Ancient Saints.
Beneath the mechanical throne, countless mechanical devices have been assembled together.
Silogo stood behind Guilliman, horrified by the scale of the machines.
As vast as a mountain range, countless panels on the continuous giant equipment are leaping with binary codes, and the dial pointers swing back and forth.
The huge reaction column crackled and the energy matrix released light.
The curled and entangled materialized charged light balls were activated through sawtooth filters and sent into the flasks, dancing and jumping in them.
Flashing sparks of electricity bounced between giant machines that maintained the flow of energy.
The giant device inlaid with silver rune circuits hummed all over, and the never-stopping pistons moved back and forth, pushing the mysterious special liquid into the designated pipes.
In the center of these devices is a huge energy pool emitting green light.
Very faint, but very pure.
Tens of thousands of orcs were imprisoned in cages, with countless devices connected to their bodies.
They reveled in the illusion created by the tech-priests, releasing WAAAAGH.
Besides giving them illusions, those devices also serve the purpose of depriving them of their WAAAAAAGH.
The indicator lights of the divine brain array began to flash.
A huge stream of data poured into the huge divine brain, where it was analyzed, disassembled, reassembled, and then output again.
Enter the results into the information window in front of Guilliman.
"The analysis is going very smoothly. If nothing goes wrong, the reverse analysis of WAAAAGH can be completed in a month. By then, this device can be used to inject enough WAAAAGH into the orc warlord to make him eligible to seize the position of orc emperor." The Mechanical Sage at the side reported the results to Guilliman.
Guilliman remained silent, just staring at the data jumping in the information window.
After a moment, he spoke.
"The wisdom of the ancient saints is indeed unimaginable. Through the principle of transforming emotions in the subspace, a secondary subspace is established outside the subspace. The idea and design are based on my firewall plan. This may also be a good way to get rid of the subspace."
ps: I have to go out, so I may not update tonight. I have to go out tomorrow too, so I may have to update later tomorrow.