Chapter 104 Beating up the Star God-The Shaper of the World
Borland has a large, pale yellow main sequence star.
Four Earth-like planets orbit the main sequence stars.
The tomb pyramids of the Magadha dynasty are buried deep beneath the ground on four planets.
When humans invade, defense protocols are activated.
The ancient tomb pyramids used phase transmission technology to jump from the depths of the ground to the surface.
Subsequently, these tomb pyramids opened magnificent portals one after another, teleporting to the battlefield.
The energy released by the star seems to be controlled by an invisible hand.
Wave after wave surged towards the World Engine, through the clouds and down the towering spiers.
The energy activated those weird energy patterns and eventually entered the core of the world engine.
A black tide of scarabs was unleashed.
They absorb energy and convert it into matter.
Quickly repair buildings damaged by humans.
The star's abnormal behavior was quickly noticed by the empire.
The commander ordered the warship to conduct an all-round scan of the star.
[Comprehensive scanning has been started for data classification and verification]
[Anomalies were detected in the stellar troposphere region, recorded, and analysis model started]
[Data is being imported, the contemplation subsystem is giving feedback, and a total of 2.35% of the machine soul consciousness is allocated for analytical calculations]
The command deck of the Imperator.
The spherical projection is updated over and over again with the influx of data.
The position of the star was illuminated and then continued to expand.
Soon, a fireball that continuously sprayed out hot material occupied the entire projection.
Eventually, it was discovered that there were multiple black metal structures in the star's convective layer.
"Is it a structure of the undead? Read and analyze its data." An officer shouted.
An analysis report submitted by the Mechanical Sage was quickly sent to the hands of many commanding officers.
And synchronized to the private database of the emperor and others on the surface.
"These metal skeletons actually installed regulators inside the stars."
Raven saw the analysis report.
"It's a genius idea to adjust the angle of the star's energy to speed up the tomb world's absorption of energy and its awakening."
The technological level of the Necrons is considered to be top-notch in every universe where Raven and the Emperor go.
"It is estimated that the Magga dynasty will fully recover in one hour and thirty-seven minutes, and we will be completely overwhelmed by their army."
Waldo also saw the data report shared by the Emperor's Vision.
"That's enough." The Emperor looked at the mechanical craze coming from afar, his voice calm.
The sound of feet scraping against the metal floor and the movement of mechanical structures continued.
Giant scarabs and undead structures were overwhelming and endless, swarming towards the Emperor and his party.
The Imperial Guards formed a defensive formation around their lord.
Each one's face is covered by a golden visor.
Holding a halberd covered with electricity, he looked like a god of war summoned from ancient mythology.
They have neither fear of death nor reverence for life.
Only absolute obedience to the Emperor's orders.
The meaning of the birth of the Custodes is to serve the Emperor's will.
When the mechanical craze came, they rushed forward without hesitation.
He roared and waved his weapon.
Efficiently slaughtering enemies within sight.
As the spear was raised and the tip of the halberd was chopped, the undead structures turned into fragments on the ground.
The blade tore through the cold steel.
Lubricant and coolant squirt and splash into the air, releasing an unpleasant odor.
The Emperor holds the flaming sword and strides among the enemies.
The Necron were powerless to stop him.
Even those elite undead warriors could not capture his speed.
With a wave of the sword, flames swept out.
Pieces of Necron were cut in half and melted into juice in the flames.
No enemy can stand in the way of the Emperor's blow.
The indestructible Emperor's Sword tore through the enemy ranks.
Wherever it went, terrifying flames erupted, engulfing everything.
The Emperor's weapons are more than just swords.
In his raised clawed gauntlet burned a ball of platinum flame.
Anything that comes into contact with this flame will immediately turn into explosive debris and fly ash.
The furious thunder succumbed to his will, crushing hundreds of Necrons to ash.
The overwhelming Gaussian beams of light dissipated in the air with just a thought from the Emperor.
Sometimes, he would also remove the dimension of space, causing the Necrons with a radius of several hundred meters to be compressed into thin paintings with no thickness.
After twisting, it recovered again, using the power of space to tear the Necron's steel body into pieces, and its cold metal limbs flew all over the sky.
Elite undead warriors and nobles flew on the battlefield in anti-gravity aircraft.
Oil green eyes were filled with hatred as they looked at the Emperor.
Desperate to preserve their pitiful pride, they attacked the Emperor.
However, to the Emperor, they are no different from those low-level undead soldiers, they are just ants that can be easily crushed.
boom!
boom!
Bolts of terrifying thunder succumbed to the Emperor's will and fell onto the battlefield.
Terrifying explosions occurred high in the sky.
The majestic pyramid suspended above the undead army was touched by psychic lightning and fell to the ground with a loud crash.
Thousands of undead soldiers and war engines were swept away by the debris and turned into burning wreckage.
"Quack, quack, big guy, our combination is indeed invincible in the world, quack, quack, kill us." Raven shouted excitedly.
The emperor glanced at the raven, said nothing, and struck out with his sword again in the distance.
The fire dragon swept out, destroying all the Necrons hundreds of meters ahead, clearing a path.
The Emperor and the Custodians advanced all the way, and countless undead were killed by the sword.
The undead army seemed to be endless. When one fell, a hundred more came up.
No matter which direction you look at, there is an undead frenzy with no end in sight.
From time to time, there would be flashes of green light.
Then, a magnificent pyramid appeared on the battlefield.
A portal glowing with green light appears on the surface.
The undead soldiers walked out of it with neat steps and threw themselves into the battlefield.
"Big guy, go this way."
The raven guided the Emperor and others in the direction they were going.
He quickly read all the detailed information about the world engine.
Through this, the core area leading to the prison of the Star God was analyzed.
The size of the World Engine is comparable to that of a planetary world, with countless undead structures standing there.
If it's like a headless fly, bumping around.
It will definitely be overwhelmed by endless Necron.
Being eaten alive by the opponent.
After defeating countless enemies, the Emperor and his party arrived at a decaying death city.
The ornate decoration here has been corroded and stained.
The patterns inlaid on the walls were already covered with rust and began to peel off.
The combat boots of the Custodes crushed the colorful mosaic alloy floor.
The metal city crisscrosses and forms an intricate maze.
In the central area of the city, there is the "July Cathedral" where the fragments of the Star God are imprisoned.
Seven bright silver spheres surround the mountain-like building.
A cluster of gleaming spiers rose toward the center, the tallest of which had pierced the clouds.
The entire church is covered with sharp thorns, like a vicious predator.
Gray metal covers all the undead buildings.
Only the cathedral was decorated with milky white panels, shining with the purple and green heraldry of the Necron dynasty.
The grand sphere slowly rotates around the church spire, and its smooth curved surface is equipped with countless sensors and rows of lenses.
"That is where the Shard of Igrania, the Shaper of the World, is imprisoned."
Raven's eyes have unique vision.
At this time, he could see that in the black and white world, countless threads of fate were intertwined, eventually connecting to the "July Church".
An existence that cannot be seen directly by mortals is bound by a super-dimensional Rubik's Cube cage and is imprisoned under the church.
The intricate energy-absorbing device is constantly stealing the opponent's power.
The Emperor looked in the direction indicated by the raven and saw the magnificent "July Church".
Without any doubts about the raven, he waved his hand and gave the order to the Custodes.
"Keep going."
The Imperial Guards faithfully carried out their orders without any questioning.
Even facing countless undead soldiers.
They didn't even hesitate.
With their astonishing fighting power, they fought their way through the undead city.
When we are about to arrive at the cathedral.
A Necron Overlord with three glowing eyes appeared and stood in front of the Emperor and his party.
It is stronger and taller than the elite undead warriors.
Hieroglyphics and golden lines decorate the silver-white body and cloak, making it look very majestic.
Holding a phase sword covered in green light.
The blade of the sword is covered with complex energy lines, shrouded in an oily green light.
"Intruders! A bunch of damn vermin." The undead overlord issued a human voice.
The Emperor casually destroyed all the Necron soldiers rushing towards him with a sword, and then responded indifferently.
"A group of remnants of the past that should have been buried, go back to the grave. This era no longer belongs to you."
"When we ruled the galaxy, you didn't exist yet." The Necron Overlord raised his phase sword in a fighting stance. "We will rule the galaxy again, and you will be completely forgotten."
The raven standing on the emperor's shoulder spoke, "There is something that needs to be corrected. You do not rule the galaxy. The Star God rules the galaxy."
"You are just a group of poor people who were beaten up by the ancient saints and were unable to find their way. You are crying and begging for mercy."
The figure of the undead overlord froze for a moment, and then started to tremble slightly.
"The Star God just helped us, and we won the victory. We defeated the Ancient Saints and won the Galaxy."
The emperor said nothing.
In terms of talking skills, Raven is better.
Let's leave it to the raven.
"Aren't you slaves of the Star God?" Raven added quietly, "You betrayed the Star God, and then you were frightened into a deep sleep by the Eldar."
For the first time, the undead overlord felt that words were like a knife, piercing into its heart.
"You are talking nonsense, we were not frightened by those toad servants."
"Now that the Eldar have fallen, you dare to wake up." Raven shouted, "Before, you didn't even dare to fart."
"Humanity at least wins on its own, and you are just a group of cowards + waste. Without the help of the Star God, you are a group of miserable short-lived species."
The raven's words were a critical blow, making the undead overlord's red warmth visible to the naked eye break through his defenses.
The steam used for cooling gurgled out, and my head felt hot due to the overload of the emotional logic module.
"You damn pests, go to hell."
"When I crush your weak flesh and blood bodies, you will know how terrible we are."
"Cleverness is useless, this world is all about strength."
The furious undead overlord rushed over and killed them.
The guards around it also charged together.
The emperor looked calm. He stretched out his hand and shook it violently.
Terrifying spiritual energy erupted from the ground, knocking away or destroying the undead guards.
A giant flaming hand appeared above the head of the undead overlord and held him tightly.
He just barely managed to crush it alive.
Later, he used space to jump to escape.
But all the personal guards around him have been destroyed.
"This world is about strength." Raven said angrily: "I'm so scared, I want to run away."
The undead overlord who wanted to retreat suddenly became furious.
He jumped back and struck the raven with the phase sword in his hand.
The Emperor blocked it with his sword, and released terrifying psychic energy with his other hand, knocking the undead overlord away.
When the opponent wanted to stand up, another giant psychic hand appeared and slammed it down.
Knocking the undead overlord to the ground again, the terrifying power caused the indestructible metal body to twist, and coolant and lubricating oil stopped flowing out.
The raven hovered over the undead overlord.
"The little Yakuza is just the little Yakuza, and he still imitates other people's harsh words."
Then, he repeated the words he just said in a strange manner.
"This world is about strength."
The undead overlord raised his head with difficulty, his cold green pupils showing indescribable hatred.
It stretched out a hand tremblingly, trying to catch the raven.
The emperor who came over raised his foot and stamped it down, crushing the head of the undead overlord.
The surging final power turned into flames and ignited the opponent.
Erase the existence of the other party from the conceptual level.
Even if the undead overlord has the resurrection protocol, he cannot be resurrected.
"You make the coffee and I add milk and sugar, you do the laundry and I iron the shirts, I help you find the money and you help me clear the inventory, we are the best partners."
The raven hummed a tune and landed on the emperor's shoulder, squirming his little buttocks to the extreme.
The Emperor ignored him and looked up at the "Cathedral of July".
The undead elites are constantly coming from that direction.
Obviously, the Magadha dynasty has deployed all its elites.
Intended to prevent humans from entering the Cathedral where the Shard of Igrania is imprisoned.
The Emperor's eyes ignited with flames, and he raised the flames in his hands, and then he suddenly lowered his command.
A terrifying fire dragon swept out, melting or crushing all the undead soldiers along the way.
"Move forward." The Emperor ordered coldly, taking the lead.
The Custodes roared and advanced after the Emperor.
"Stop them by any means necessary."
The king of the dynasty, Turasin, arrived on the anti-gravity throne, holding a scepter, and gave orders to his bodyguards and generals.
However, the fighting power of the Emperor and others was too terrifying.
Even if the Necrons tried their best, they could not stop them.
"Lingshu guards, go all out."
As the French Emperor's personal bodyguard, Mezzoil urged his men to attack.
Group after group of Necron elites rushed forward, and then were destroyed and turned into debris scattered on the ground.
Eventually, Mezzoi and Waldo faced off.
There are a lot of similarities between the two of them.
They are all the guards of a king.
Dedicate your life to protecting this duty.
But there are also big differences between them.
That is, Waldo is stronger than it, much stronger.
Mezzoi, armed with two phase daggers, took the lead in attacking Waldo.
Waldo, armed with a spear, responded calmly.
Mezoi's fighting ability is very powerful.
The body shaped by active metal gives it tenacious vitality.
Rich combat experience makes it better able to use the skills it has mastered.
Mezoe performed a space jump, appeared in the air, and struck Waldo's head with double blades.
Waldo raised his spear and blocked the opponent's attack.
Then he twisted the spear and took away the opponent's strength.
Another whip kick was thrown out and hit the opponent's body.
Mezoe flew out, and there were terrible dents in the body made of active metal.
It stood up with difficulty, and the air behind it rippled.
After it retreats into it, it performs a space jump again.
The genetic engine in Waldo's body calculated the rules for spatial warping.
He accurately predicted where Mezoi would appear, and thrust out the spear covered with electric arc first.
When Mezoi jumped out, he just hit him.
The spear tip, which is equipped with a tearing force field and the power of the emperor, instantly penetrates the opponent's metal body.
With a sudden stir, the personal guard of the King of France was shattered into pieces.
After executing the opponent, Waldo killed other opponents without stopping for a moment.
The Emperor moved past the fighting Custodes and Necron Guard.
Under the guidance of the raven, cross the majestic arch and enter the "July Cathedral".
The interior of the church was very quiet and the air temperature was very low. It was obvious that this was a mausoleum.
Black metal and smooth rock surfaces rippled with flickering circuits.
Winding steps lead down to the central hall, which is wide enough to accommodate a building.
Its intricate architectural angles form a geometric sphere.
A smooth and shiny metal cube is suspended in the middle of the spherical hall.
Countless streams of light connect the cube to the surface with complex energy patterns.
"Free me and you will gain everything."
"Free me and you will gain everything."
A disembodied voice kept echoing in the air.
As sweet as honey, it enchants everyone who comes close.
Lead them to become slaves to the sound.
The Emperor and Raven have already attained a higher status and understand the secrets of the operation of all things.
Such inferior means cannot affect their minds.
As the Emperor drew closer, numerous necromantic hieroglyphics composed of rushing energy emerged from the cube's surface.
They fade away and are replaced by more words.
The raven read the words.
He has not learned the writing of the undead, but the power of the mist space allows him to smoothly understand the meaning expressed by those writings. These words describe an ancient history.
It tells what the Necrontyr did in the War in Heaven, and what terrible beings are imprisoned within the cube.
The Emperor placed his hand on the cube's surface.
Countless invisible threads extended towards his body.
The Emperor could have easily destroyed these invisible threads, but he did not.
Let the manipulator behind these threads pull you into a mysterious dark space.
In the mysterious space, numbers fly out of thin air, combine in unimaginable ways, then collapse and combine again.
Strange runic codes rise and fall with a unique rhythm.
A corner of the dark space is unlocked, revealing a complex and precise gear structure, implying the truth and operation of the universe.
A ruined throne is suspended in the central area of the dark space.
Sitting on the throne was a creature with no fixed form and made entirely of darkness.
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The only distinguishing features are the three flaming crescent-shaped eyes and the faded gold crown on top of the head.
"Igrania." The Emperor looked at the creature on the throne.
"Beings in the mortal world, do you know my name?"
Igrania did not speak, but he could accurately convey his will.
"I'm here for you." The emperor nodded, "Of course I know your name."
"Do you desire power? Or do you desire knowledge?"
Igrania asked in a sarcastic tone.
"As long as you can release me, you can get everything you want."
"I only need you." The Emperor said: "As a god of the material world, the energy in your body is pure and flawless, and is the best energy source."
Igrania's three eyes looked at the Emperor.
Raven could feel the speechlessness expressed by the other person.
Just get stabbed in the back by the Necron and used as a battery.
How come a mortal creature says it wants to use itself as a battery?
Do you really think Star God is a little Yakuza? ?
You can just do whatever you want, right?
"Your words make me laugh. Mortal creatures, you must know that I am God, the eternal God."
Igrania's voice turned cold.
"Those slaves betrayed me, but they couldn't kill me, they could only trap me. One day, I will return to the real world and control infinite power again."
The Emperor nodded, "It doesn't matter what you say, I don't care about that."
"I just want to let you out of here, put a chain on you, and take you back."
Raven silently gave the Emperor a thumbs up.
A big guy will always be a big guy.
He is so arrogant and arrogant towards everyone.
The Emperor did not wait for Igrania's reply.
Terrifying psychic power erupted from his body.
The hyperdimensional cube was instantly destroyed and exploded into countless fragments.
A jet-black flame shot into the sky.
It melted through the thick metal surface, leaving a large hole glowing with hot fire.
World Shaper - Igrania is free.
The seven giant spheres surrounding the main building of the church exploded instantly.
The energy contained in it was swallowed up by Igrania who was freed.
The skeletal metal that made up the sphere was also absorbed by Igrania, giving it a terrifying body.
The other party's image is somewhat similar to that of the Necron, but it is very different.
It's like he stepped out of an alien religion and is the evil god in charge of destruction and disaster.
Three blazing eyes adorned its head, and liquid metal wrapped its terrifying body.
Torn and compressed metal formed its tentacles, dragging it between spiers.
Igrania roared with rage, tearing the sky and the earth apart.
Then, he pounced on Turasin and the gang of undead nobles who were once aloof.
The metal body of Patriarch Turasin trembled with fear.
The Emperor had completely destroyed the Tesseract, leaving them with no means to counter a C'tan.
Even if it is just a fragment, its power is beyond imagination.
Normally, even if one wants to release the fragments of the Star God against the enemy, they must be suppressed by the super-dimensional magic cube.
Otherwise, if it gets out of control, they will be the ones to suffer.
The C'tan's hatred of the Necron is much stronger than that of other races.
Turazin begged Igrania, willing to transfer the control agreement of the dynasty to the other party.
In that case, Igrania would gain command of every undead spirit in the entire Magadha dynasty.
"You all deserve to die." Igrania roared in an angry voice, "The former slaves dared to betray their masters, and now is the time of reckoning."
Turasin was controlled by an invisible force and flew up.
Purple-black flames spurted out, engulfing the body of the Undead King.
A generation of dynasty overlords was burned alive and burned to ashes.
Other undead nobles were also involuntarily dragged into the air and dissected bit by bit by Igrania's will.
As parts were stripped and removed piece by piece, these undead nobles gradually disintegrated, leaving only a thin metal skeleton still writhing in pain.
Igrania easily slaughtered the kings, overlords, lords, and other nobles of the Magadha dynasty.
Those undead soldiers who still had emotions screamed in horror and fled everywhere when they saw it.
The fear of the Star God is still imprinted in the deepest part of their minds.
After Igrania vented the hatred in his heart, he turned his gaze to the Emperor who came out of the underground and roared.
"Stupid mortal being, you could have received my gift, but you are too arrogant, so today, you have to pay the price."
"It's so scary." The raven covered his little heart, "Quick, big corn cob, come and protect me."
Waldo on the side rolled his eyes, but still stepped forward.
"The loyal Lord Commander of the Custodes has come to protect you, my dear Mr. Raven."
The Emperor turned his head and looked at Waldo, his deep eyes showing a trace of invisible surprise.
But soon, this emotion was suppressed.
He turned to look at the sky, ready to face the Star God.
Igrania raised his hands, and the metal earth fell apart, turning into an endless river of metal fragments and forming a ring around it.
The fragments quickly reshaped and transformed into huge sharp blades.
Even though only fragments remain, Igrania is still the god of the physical universe.
This magnificent planet was created by it. It can draw power from the core of the planet and briefly restore its peak power.
Igrania waved his hand, and countless sharp blades flew towards the emperor.
The Emperor's eyes glowed, and flames rose.
He unleashed terrifying psychic powers, tearing apart the barriers between reality and paradox.
Send all the sharp blades released by the opponent to the subspace.
In the material world, there is absolutely no existence that can stand up to the Star God.
Now, in human form, the Emperor has broken this unshakable law.
"Warp? Those dead toad tricks!"
Igrania screamed.
More terrifying energy fluctuations were released.
He charged towards the Emperor, intent on crushing the Lord of Mankind.
The emperor stretched out his hand and shook it violently.
The space in front of him instantly collapsed into two dimensions.
The huge Igrania was pulled into the two-dimensional world and turned into a painting without thickness.
A weird roar sounded.
The sharp blade violates the laws of the physical world and cuts through the two-dimensional space.
Igrania crawled out of the two-dimensional world.
If this kind of thing were seen by the civilizations in the Trisolaran world, they would definitely feel crazy.
Physics TM has to cease to exist again.
However, Igrania is the god of the material world.
It would be ridiculous if he couldn't even escape from dimensional control.
Seeing Igrania freed from two dimensions, the Emperor unleashed a temporal attack.
The time bubble enveloped Igrania's upper body, abandoning it into the past.
The tearing feeling caused by the time difference is enough to destroy any substance.
Igrania screamed as she was almost torn apart.
But the star god quickly reshaped his own time and returned to normal.
Igrania was attacked continuously and became extremely angry.
He tried to erase the concept of the Emperor's existence and completely erase him from the physical world.
The Emperor used his psychic powers to counteract this erasure.
Igrania launched another temporal attack, intending to erase the Emperor's timeline.
However, the Emperor also has his own time field.
Time attacks are ineffective against him.
The fighting between the two sides was fierce.
The escaping space-time aftermath tore apart the entire world engine.
The battle ended with Igrania's power being exhausted.
It draws upon the accumulated power of the world's engine.
That power is huge, but ultimately limited.
When its power was exhausted, it languished and was psychically sealed away by the Emperor.
After the battle, a piece of transparent crystal as tall as a human body slowly fell down, emitting psychic energy fluctuations.
The world-shaper, Igrania, is sealed inside the crystal.
Countless special runes are engraved on the surface of the crystal, which will form a logical maze that traps Igrania's consciousness.
As long as it is sent back to Terra and imprisoned in the small universe, the other party will never have a chance to escape.
Not long after the battle ended, a squadron of Imperial Guards left the First Fleet and returned to Terra.
Terra.
Parliament Hall.
The Council of the High Lords took shape long before the Emperor embarked on the Great Crusade.
The purpose of its creation is to serve the War Council.
Coordinate the resources of the entire empire and maintain a balance between war and development.
It is necessary to ensure the smooth progress of the Imperial Great Expedition and the smooth development of every conquered world.
Parliament has thousands of representatives.
There are both elected and appointed.
Others come to fight for the interests of planets or star regions.
The parliament hall is large, majestic and towering into the sky.
The interior is in the shape of a sphere, and the surrounding walls are lined with balcony-like seats for council members.
The seats are made of anti-gravity technology.
When a delegate is allowed to speak, the seats fly to the center area of the hall.
In the central area of the hall is the seat of the Supreme Lord.
Their seats surround a round table more than nine meters in diameter.
Malcador the Demonic Pattern, regent of Terra, sat at the head of the table.
He was clad in the simple robes of the Lord Councilor of Terra.
As the leader of the parliament, he holds a double-headed eagle scepter, demonstrating his supreme power.
"The fleet commanded by Tribune-La will arrive in the solar system in three Terran weeks. They are carrying the precious fragments of the Star God with them on this trip and are ordered to send them to the small universe for imprisonment."
The Custodes representative read the report from the First Expeditionary Fleet.
The Star God Fragment involves many fields, and it is destined to have no way to hide it, so it can only keep its purpose secret.
"Protest." The commander of Mars, Forge General Kalbo, said, "The Star God should be left to Mars to handle."
"This is His Majesty's order. The fragments of the Star God need to be imprisoned in the small universe. This matter is the responsibility of the Unified Council." The representative of the Forbidden Army said coldly.
"The Unified Council also belongs to Mars." Calbo insisted: "According to the regulations of Mars, the mechanical magi who serve the Unified Council still need to obey the orders of Mars."
"No, before the start of the Great Crusade, the members of the Unified Council were selected and only obeyed His Majesty's orders." Malcador pointed out Calbo's mistake.
Carbo complained.
"Mars was drained dry for the Great Crusade. My people worked day and night, producing armaments and vehicles."
"We gave everything, but got nothing. The Empire obtained those brand-new technologies, but was unwilling to provide them to us according to the agreement. Now it still supports the Unification to split Mars?"
"According to the agreement, the recovered STC belongs to you." Malcador repeated the agreement signed between the emperor and Mars in the past. "The technology currently controlled by the empire is not the STC left over from the golden age of mankind."
"All technologies should be handed over to the Mechanicus." Kalbo said: "Only we can properly preserve and use these technologies."
"Reject." Malcador objected, "Technology that does not belong to STC will be kept by the empire. There is no need to discuss this matter."
There was a hint of resentment in Kalbo's core logic module.
All knowledge should belong to the Adeptus Mechanicus.
This is a betrayal of the Adeptus Mechanicus.
The Emperor is not an Omnissiah at all.
"Let's discuss the next agenda item." The Imperial Prime Minister in charge of presiding over the meeting stood up and said, "Representatives of the Kokila system, please come forward."
After the words fell, a suspended seat flew out from the side of the wall, close to where the Supreme Lord was.
There were several people sitting on the seats. They were wearing the same style of clothes and behaved elegantly. It was obvious that they came from a civilized world.
One woman stood up and spoke.
"The Kokila galaxy is a human colony with a long history that has existed since the golden age of mankind."
"We have always valued the overall interests of mankind, so when the Imperial Expeditionary Fleet appeared, we did not hesitate to sign the contract document to join the Empire."
"But so far, the empire's communication network has not been connected to Kokila, which makes our people confused whether the empire loves us as much as we love it."
"Therefore, I came here to request to the Supreme Lords Council to allow Kokila to connect to the Empire's instant messaging network. The required expenses will be borne by ourselves, and no additional funding from the Empire is required."
"In addition, we seek to increase the amount of trade protection to ensure the employment and industrial rate of this system."
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After a few hours, the meeting ended.
Malcador showed a hint of fatigue.
The busy government affairs weighed on his shoulders, leaving him mentally and physically exhausted.
The end of the meeting does not mean that his work is over.
A great deal of paperwork and requests demanded his attention.
"The first team of chroniclers has been formed."
Malcador looked at the data pad in his hand.
Inside was a list of chroniclers and a report of the fleet to which they were bound.
From the beginning of the Great Crusade, many chroniclers and recorders accompanied the army in a personal capacity.
Now, it is just a matter of formalizing them and providing corresponding logistical support.
Every civilization needs history.
Humans are no exception.
It would be an injustice to those warriors if no one knew about the glory of the Great Crusade.
Malcador looked at the list.
His extraordinary mind helps him quickly remember what kind of person the names on the list represent.
Within minutes, he had read through the list of hundreds of thousands of people.
He found several errors, corrected them, and then approved the instrument.
Machado dealt with government affairs for two hours, then stopped to give himself a break.
He thought of the Emperor and the Raven, far away on the other side of the galaxy.
"According to their travel patterns, after capturing the Star God fragments, they will definitely prepare to go to the next universe."
Macado looked at the projection suspended in front of him. There was still a backlog of government affairs that needed to be dealt with urgently.
He had so much to deal with.
Not a day is wasted.
"Maybe my lord will reject me."
Malcador thought with some relief.
My task is to handle the government affairs of the empire, so how can I think of slacking off?
But Malcador had some expectations in his heart.
Hopefully the Emperor and Raven can fulfill their promise and take him to see other worlds.
Mars.
Biological culture base.
Bio-sage Hamares delivered a group of technical servants to the Consolidated Council in accordance with the agreement.
These servants are all children conceived in the cultivation chamber of the life cultivation facility.
All kinds of knowledge begin to be poured in while still in the cultivation stage.
The one who came to receive these servants was the chief of the Confederation, the Great Mechanical Sage, Mendel.
His body is unusually bloated and huge, with mechanical implants and flesh hidden under a robe of Martian red and Terrakin.
The face was replaced by lenses like insect compound eyes and shiny metal armor.
"This group of servants is very good." Mendel nodded with satisfaction after checking the data report provided by Hamares, "I hope you can provide more high-quality servants like this in the next month."
"The needs of the Federation are getting bigger and bigger." Hamares looked at the technical projection suspended in front of him, and his slender fingers quickly clicked on the data operations on the screen.
"There are new projects coming online." Mendel said: "The small universe project has made breakthrough progress. Now, small universe 01 will become the prison of a star god."
"By the way, this is a genetic map handed over by the regent, which can allow humans to transform and gain some special powers."
Mendel stretched out a mechanical tentacle and inserted it into Hamarez's interface.
A large amount of data and information were passed between the two sages.
After the end.
Mendel said: "Keep this knowledge carefully, and only the devout followers of Omnisiah can share this knowledge."
"I understand." Hamares nodded.
After chatting for a while, Mendel boarded the spacecraft with his new servants and took them to outer space.
Belisarius Call is also one of these new servants.
He looked out of the porthole of the transport spacecraft curiously.
You can clearly see many metal structures floating in the vast void, which are majestic and majestic, comparable to the size of the planet.
Countless spaceships and warships entered the solar system according to the designated navigation like a school of fish.
After arriving at the grand space station platform, Caul and hundreds of other companions were picked up by the mechanical sage in charge of the small universe project.
The first task they were given was to clean the cells and prepare them for the prisoners.
"This is called a prison cell!!"
After Caul entered the small universe No. 01 through the inter-universe passage, he was amazed when he saw a prison as grand as a city.
PS: Praise Omnisiah, praise the God of all opportunities.
As a young man, Call was still a minor priest.
(End of chapter)