Chapter 159: Total control of the machine soul? ! Don’t you want this kind of thing? !
After several consecutive jumps, the next jump has not yet occurred. The slowly beating hands on the mini supernatural golden clock show that it will take a long time before it appears this time.
So Perturabo announced that he needed a short period of shutting down and restarting all his senses, also known as deep sleep, to help his recently overloaded four-legged biological wetware. To better cope with the next challenge, so now the Primarch Bianmu is lying sideways on his sofa, stretching out his four paws, sleeping in a thick black and white fur blanket, oh, listen carefully and he is still snoring, It seems that the consumption of jump travel is indeed serious...
Lami Zain deftly lifted a small blanket with the fingers of the original body, covered Perturabo's furry body and ears, and put the sleeping The sitting sheepdog prototype and the sofa throne were pushed into the lounge next to it, and the door was gently closed.
The iron ring soldier who brought the food is still standing quietly. Lamizane has no intention of letting him leave, so let Magna stay here for a while.
This office has become much quieter than before. There didn't seem to be so many people before, but it always feels more lively than now...
Lami Zane thought so, and he suffocated the last bit and became cold. Drinking Reka coffee, closing his eyes, the huge body of the Fourth Primarch fell back into the office chair, and mentally began to "sink" into the data ocean of LOGOS and the Iron Blood.
At first everything dimmed for a moment, and then starting from the corner of his retina, bits and pieces of data flow spread like gradually lighting lights. From the planet under his feet, the orbital platform, and the surrounding ships, he You can see every tiny unit on this huge planet-level operating machine.
Starting from the binary cyclic chant of the Thinker at the core furnace of the planet, to every weak signal from other directions in the galaxy scanned by the Iron-Blooded sensor, all information is gathered into the Iron-Blooded Magna, the "Master Controlling Machine Soul", will deal with them in advance to make them more in line with Lamizane's own understanding and habits for him to review.
This is much better than when he first took over the Iron Blood and had to face the massive data streams rushing in and then clumsily tune them under the guidance of Perturabo.
At least, although he is in a bit of a hurry now, he can still check most of the data of Belakahn's forge world one by one——
Those orange to red charts show the planet's food inventory level. Even after the arrival of the Iron-Blooded Ship, It has improved since then (because their previous raids successfully killed a small group of very food-wasting units, guess who?), but overall it is still very difficult to return, at least in recent years, there will still be a need for a lot of Imports of food to feed all flesh and blood until they figure out another way.
The problem of fresh water is slightly better. The nuclear-powered icebreaker developed by the genius His Highness Perturabo and the acclaimed Lord Lamizane (according to the whispers of some knowledgeable slave workers, this This kind of ice breaker (which looks like a modified model of some kind of heavy Imperial Corps vehicle) and the mysterious power heat source have solved a large part of the problems of water ice mining and melting. Now at least the hot water supply point opened here is inspected every 29 hours. 1 hour (a day in Belakane is 30 standard tera hours), and hot water is continuously rationed the rest of the time.
It is said that hot water alone can be supplied for 29 hours a day, which greatly improves the production efficiency and stability of this underground hive on an extremely cold and frozen planet. I heard that even those simple chapels have become It was crowded. "Okay, then let me take a look at the reports written by Dassadra and Maxim... I hope they can give me some surprises. I don't know which one of them is more suitable as a trade envoy to visit the nearby Agricultural Alliance planet. Well...if this wasn't a forging world, there wouldn't be a single suitable mortal on board..." Lamizan muttered, opening the long report just submitted by the two Astartes in the galaxy of consciousness.
After a while, he stepped back from these documents filled with war art, feeling a headache.
The ice-blue eyes of the Fourth Primarch's body looked at Magna who was standing quietly aside, and asked a soul question that did not want a response: "Oh my God, is it really the only way to think about it?" The method is to abduct... no, kidnap... no, hire... that's not right, purchase... well... it doesn't seem to be the case. How should I put this? There is no recruitment platform for Space Marines in this universe... if there is one. That's probably it."
He cleared his throat and said seriously to the silent Iron Ring soldier, "Hello, I would like to publish a recruitment notice on your website."
The Iron Ring Soldier was silent, without any response, like a loyal steel statue, listening quietly.
Then the body of the Fourth Primarch continued to entertain itself with a strange urge to talk.
"The scope of this recruitment announcement covers the entire dark side of the Great Rift. The recruitment content is as follows: This office is currently recruiting space warriors. The conditions are favorable. Individuals can apply. All members of the battle group are also welcome. There is no requirement to bring their own battleships. Accommodation and meals are provided locally, and three meals a day are provided. Candidates must first pass a physical examination and hold a health certificate. Recruitment requirements: The sources of the applicant's gene seeds are Conrad Coates, Cobos Clarks, and Ann. Successors of Gronn, Fulgrim, Sanguinius, Alpha, etc.; owners of gene seeds inherited from Robert Guilliman are preferred, Vulkan is also acceptable; sub-groups are also acceptable, and parent groups are especially preferred. Regardless of equipment, physical disability is acceptable. You are required to have a stable personality, good interpersonal skills, be able to unite others, and be good at management and civil affairs. Priority will be given to those who have experience in serving as a lord or hero. Business trip allowances for Storm Birds and Teleport Terminator subsidies can be provided. , if you are interested in joining, please submit your resume to the Hazy Star Territory, Calixis Sector, Markkan Machis Sub-sector, Belakarn Galaxy, the most beautiful ship above the Belakarn Forge World. The largest ship, and indicate the application resume, send it to Lamizane Carosini."
After saying this long list of recruitment notices, Lamizane couldn't help laughing," Hey, don’t tell me, it’s really interesting to say that, isn’t it? Magna?”
Suddenly, the Iron Ring Robot moved unexpectedly, and its mechanical eyes flashed green. Lamp, "Yes, your request has been received. Magna Matt is converting the sensor scanning array mode to the interstellar transmission mode. The maximum power transmission tower and the astrology tower are 89% complete. The signal The launch is about to be activated..."
"Wait-? Magna-?"
Quick.
After reading more updates on Mortal Death 3 in the past few days, I will start talking nonsense. It’s okay without reading it.jpg
GW The explanations and endings you prepared for most of the characters in this series (difficult to Yan Haihu).jpg
I feel like I am reading an apocrypha that breaks the impression of all characters.jpg
Perturabo’s character essence and intellectual high ground are basically preserved. Yes, this is good, this is much better than others.jpg
The behavior of the Iron Warrior Primarch coincides with the ultimate explanation I prepared for him in this article, thank God.jpg
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Let's have a cup of Reka coffee together, everyone, and lie down slowly.jpg
In short, I feel confused.jpg
Looking forward to the day when everyone is traumatized.jpg
I won’t spoil any more here because I think some of the content is a kind of mental pollution for everyone.jpg
Cao, if that’s wrong, think about it, I’d better write all my content as soon as possible. I’ll write it tonight. I don’t know how much more work GW will have to do (don’t worry about being injured and dead)
(End of this chapter)