Chapter 153 Who Can Build the Webway
"It's still in its infancy," the Emperor led Malcador and Mors to walk in the hollow mountains below the palace. "My plan for the Webway."
"Even I don't know much about my Lord's plan." Malcador said, leaning on his long staff and walking slowly. His words were spoken to two people at the same time.
"It is not a good thing to remain secretive from your closest companions, Emperor." Morse said, holding the green leather bottle that had returned to transparency. Malcador expressed surprise at them, because the Imperial Prime Minister had never seen orcs that could exist in a tiny form.
The huge space with a height of more than a hundred meters and a length and width of more than a thousand meters is still sleeping in the quiet golden light. From the distribution of the foundation and support columns, the remains of the building that once belonged to the imperial prison can still be seen.
Looking around, a deep experimental space containing endless potential shows a microcosm of great construction. The majestic scene in the dark space gave Morse a real sense that he was penetrating deep into the foundations of the Emperor's dream.
The half of the huge machine in the center of the space that has not been started yet relies on the smell of ozone surrounding it and the unique low hum of the machine to naturally erase the traces of the former prison and replace it with the brilliance of sleep. , the exposed mechanical components show that they are still in the middle of the construction process, and the untreated arc flashes fleeting bright colors on the outer layer of the components. However, various extremely complex and special components have shown far beyond ordinary people, and even The scope of understanding of most technicians in the Mechanicus.
Thousands of servitors, slave laborers and Mechanicum technicians were busy weaving through the maze of cables and mechanical structures. The project to be launched here was called the Webway, which puzzled Morse. There is an illusion of witnessing the birth of the first computer in human history. Human beings become extremely small at the edge of this machine, but this machine is indeed built for such small humans.
At the core of the machine, a ten-meter-high golden throne began to appear, and more cables were connected to the two golden doors.
The two heavy golden doors were engraved with countless gorgeous and magnificent patterns. Just by glancing at them, Morse saw many typical images from mythology, such as the Kerunni deer on the island in the middle of the lake. Drinking water, Nemean lions tearing lambs apart, centaurs pointing arrows into the sky, etc., if one were to list them one by one, Morse could not compare the name of a custodian with the list of myths here, which one would be longer.
"I smell humanity's extensive modification of alien technology," Morse whispered, turning his green leather glass jar over and over.
“Why?” asked the emperor. In order to appear in front of outsiders, he had put back on his golden armor and looked solemn and majestic. "I found this machine in the deserts of Terra Asia, not some distant planet."
"I mean the Webway." Morse said. "I have met the Eldar, and I have always been curious about how they can move at super-light speeds through another method that is different from subspace navigation. I have found two abandoned door leaves surrounded by curved white bone-like materials, and there are light blue mechanical wing remains falling outside the door leaves. Seeing your golden gate, I realized that I might have missed some very interesting things, such as the knowledge of the Webway."
"Which planet is that on?" the Emperor asked.
“It’s not far from Olympia.” Morse replied, “Hae-clus, as the locals call it—if there are any locals on that planet with its volcanic ash-filled atmosphere.”
The Emperor's expression did not change.
"Then," he said, "if the plan succeeds, it is likely that the journey from Terra to Olympia will be only a few hours' safe journey."
"What a sweet dream." Moore Si stretched out his hand to expand the range of perception, and his spreading consciousness tested outside the golden door. He immediately retracted his hand, "This door is not connected to any perfect road. It is not a webway door."
"Yes, Morse." Malcador said. "It is not yet."
"Our Emperor wishes to use this as a starting point," the Gray Chancellor tapped the ground with his cane, "to build a separate road into the Network itself. And this machine It is the guarantee for human beings to build roads in the non-material realm. Otherwise, humans can neither operate safely in the network nor connect the materials of the material universe to the non-replicable psychic reflection matter of the network.”
"Five minutes ago someone suggested they didn't understand the Web Channel," Morse said.
Makado smiled slightly.
"The Custodes and the Adeptus Mechanicus will cooperate in the restoration of the Webway." The Emperor approached the golden seat in the center of the huge machine. His psychic body could adapt to the too tall seat. Or a Primarch who was also tall enough.
The emperor lowered his head, his golden-armored hand passed across the side of the golden throne, and calmly looked at the half-finished work of the highest technology.
From Morse's perspective, the Emperor's golden eyes reflected a rather cruel machine - he could see that only the psychic drive day and night and the endless self Only dedication can satisfy the insatiable appetite of this huge machine with the style of the dark technological age.
Considering the size of the machine, he silently decided in his mind a name that the Emperor was going to put on the seat.
"I understand the general idea, Emperor." Morse and Malcador stood in front of the golden gate waiting for the Emperor to return. "How about introducing some specific matters to me?"
< br>"You are already here, and it seems that no one can make you leave before I satisfy your curiosity."
The emperor walked back calmly, his expression calm, although he had not stepped on Since entering this huge laboratory, not even a single eyebrow has changed on his facial expression.
“First, we get the coordinates of the webway closest to this place and connect it to the Golden Throne. Then, we complete the machine. After that, we build a road between this door and the main body of the webway to This is for members of the Mechanicum to go deep into the network for inspection, maintenance and modification. After all is completed, it will be a limited navigation test. ”
Morse was silent for a few seconds.
"Do you know how this makes me feel, my Emperor?"
The Emperor blinked. "I don't know your mental activities, Morse."
"It gives me the impression that anyone who understands the above terms can make up a more detailed explanation than this." Morse deliberately made the sound of teeth clashing amplified, "What about the current technical problems, resource problems, and personnel organization problems? Have they all been solved? Where are your construction regulations? Or do you want the Custodes and the Mechanicus to take full charge? You If you want to hide it from others, that's fine, but who will build the webway for the emperor who is fighting outside, or who will command the army for the emperor who is building the webway?"
"There are still some technical issues? The problem has not been solved. This is a technological field that is completely unfamiliar to humans." The emperor's voice seemed to have dropped. "The Mechanicus has rich experience, and I don't think it is necessary to overly interfere in the work of professionals."
"Okay, Emperor." Morse closed his eyes and opened them after a few seconds, "I'm worried. It's still early now, the youngest Thirsty One was born not long ago, and the warp is generally still quite peaceful. You have Time is working steadily. "
"So, do you have any solutions to these problems-especially the difficulties in the alien's ancient technology?" Morse said, "By the way, I am interested in you. No objection. If you think I don't speak well, then it must be that I have been with Roger Dorn for too long."
"You are different from Roger Dorn. It's caused by subjective irony." The emperor said solemnly, glancing in the direction of Malcador, who let his expression be covered by the shadow of his hood with understanding, and leaned the top of his scepter against the golden door. . "Then I'm really sorry, Neos," Morse said, speaking quickly and softly, the syllables coming together in a blur.
The Golden Gate, which was large enough to accommodate the Titans to enter, opened a slit. The Emperor took the lead in entering the void behind the door and turned back to look at Mors and Malcador.
"Your bottle?"
"It's well sealed."
The Emperor nodded, and Malcador and Morse followed him in turn.
The golden cold psychic energy turned into bricks at the feet of the most powerful psykers in the empire, sliding forward along a thread that could only be observed with etheric vision. After the Webway is completed, this section of the void will be replaced by a complete protective layer, making it easier for Imperials to travel through.
At the other end of the void, the mist gently embraces a hazy milky-white building. Endless and sourceless light caresses the appearance of the milky-white building, interspersed with the flowing mist.
The Webway is not a perfectly seamless tunnel. Its existence is far more mysterious than any transportation artery that humans can recognize. They drifted into the webway space, and the thick mist spreading on the ground reflected irregular spots of light from the Emperor's golden boots, and they let out a faint groan when the three intruders arrived.
If the day and night of Yinwit remain unchanged forever, then these two concepts have simply been lost in the Webway. The existence of the sky in the conventional sense is completely denied, and all space is immersed in eternal hazy mist.
They landed in an extremely huge city. Due to the inversion of space, it is difficult to estimate the specific size, and it is impossible to imagine the extreme point of its boundary.
Broad but deserted streets and crumbling towers are found in every corner of the city. The boundaries between churches and residential buildings are blurred. Huge alien blocks that are complex and uncountable are filled with what is called the ground. soles of feet. Looking directly above, it is also covered with pale and unknown buildings, which are deep and profound. As far as the eye can see, you can still only see a lot of mist and buildings intertwined.
In this mysterious city, towering towers soar into the sky, but miraculously their ends are still on the ground; roads extending in all directions extend vertically upwards. If any mortal travelers set foot here, they might be obsessed with the concept of the ground - Morse briefly tried to touch the gravity field here and found that no matter which plane the travelers were on, their feet would Stick firmly to a flat surface and accept the protection of gravity as if you were walking on the ground.
"I do have a planning document." The emperor said, "It is currently written in a standard document format on page 3020. Most of the content is a study of the technical issues of the construction itself. As for the engineering safety regulations, this Things are in no hurry."
"You are a researcher of technology, as always," Morse said.
Makado nodded for Morse. "Exactly," the prime minister glanced at the tall man in golden armor, "Besides, safety regulations still need to be written with more specific construction details."
"Of course, even Perturabo Understand this." Morse tossed the can of greens in his hand, and the greens in the transparent can staggered around.
His green leather bottle feels strange to hold now, and he feels uneasy to put it down. It is better to hold it than to weigh the two aspects. The miniature green skins in the bottle were dazed to see new things, and each of them pressed their faces against the glass to observe the situation.
"If I must give an evaluation, Perturabo is a skilled master of engineering, even more so than a general and marshal who leads armies in war. My Emperor, if you need a Primarch to assist in the construction of the Webway, I am indeed objective. The Earth recommends Perturabo to you."
"The Primarchs have their work to do," said the Emperor. "To fight and to revive, they walk in the light of the world."
"But the Webway is another critical battlefield. Repair, strengthen, and defend, so that the empire in your heart can rise." Morse retorted, "If you personally entrust Perturabo with such important tasks, , he will exert more strength than all his talents."
The emperor shook his head in thought, without explicitly objecting: "In any case, we must first overcome the technical problems, even at the peak of human technology. , and it has not surpassed the technology of the Webway itself, not to mention that too many cutting-edge technologies have been lost."
"Even if the race that built the Webway is not the Ada, it is related to them." Morse. Said, carrying his green leather glass bottle. He always felt that the praise of the big golden man seemed to be coming from the bottle. "Unfortunately, I am afraid that it is no longer possible to find a race that is proficient in such ancient technologies."
"The Eldar have been devoured by the evil they brewed." Malcador said calmly in his old voice.
A few people walked along the street, crossed the crystal bridge across the abyss of nothingness, and stepped into a spiraling crystal tower. There are some badly weathered alien statues erected on both sides of the curved corridor in the tower. The idols that were once worshiped have been eroded by time together with their race itself.
The emperor stretched out his hand, palm facing down, as if to cover the huge city.
“This place is one of the relics left by the Eldar. It is also the gateway and important intersection of the Webway. The Webway extends outward from the edge of the city. According to my observations, there are thousands of them. Level passages and main roads are connected to this city, leading directly to the farthest edge of the galaxy."
"In my design, the steel of Terra and Mars will be combined with the supernatural material here. The channels are integrated with each other, and the mind energy reflection material will maintain a state of integration with the laws of physics under the guidance of the Golden Throne.”
"So, the core of the plan still lies in using huge spiritual energy to forcibly bind the material universe and the Web. As long as the thrust is enough, the masonry can also escape the constraints of gravity." Morse shook his head and said nothing more.
He saw that the Emperor was also powerless against this: no matter how brilliant a genius was, he could not decipher the legacy left by that mysterious race tens of thousands of years ago in just a few decades.
All they can do is stretch out their hands and grope forward, praying that no sudden disaster will destroy the entire project. Both externally and within the entire program itself.
"We have no choice," said the Emperor. "We cannot expect any descendant of the Ancients to kneel down and assist us in humanity's restoration of the galaxy. It is up to us to open the Webway ourselves."
A strong vibration came from the bottle in Morse's hand. He frowned slightly, picked up the bottle and took a look. His hands were shaking so much that the bottle almost fell off the tower and fell into the bottomless abyss.
At some point, the green skins in the bottle used the soil and a small amount of metal materials that Morse had added before to erect a golden statue of the emperor. A group of green skins that had been iterated for who knows how many generations were surrounding the statue of the emperor. The big waaaagh said, "Long live the golden big guy", and at the same time happily rubbed their messy miniature creations with the metal scraps on hand. A small forge appeared out of nowhere, which was why the bottle vibrated.
If this was the case, Morse would only laugh for a while. What really made him completely unable to understand was that this group of vulgar and barbaric guys with extremely bizarre technological development gathered around and simulated rubbing together with mysterious power. The small building model is just an extremely miniature corner of the huge city connected to the Internet.
Beside this miniature corner, which is being happily expanded by the greenskins, is a super tattered version of the network that is a few microns long and made of metal scraps inexplicably transformed into a half-baked super-deteriorated version of anima reflective material. road.
(End of this chapter)