I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 406 Is it possible that there is a malfunction in the wetware?

"My Lord, I heard the nuns preaching a few days ago, saying that you are the original power, one of the three wills of the God of All Things."

Tirian quickly followed Zhou Yun and said bitterly:
"Can you talk to the Casting General and ask him to make his body smaller?"

"Even if it's as small as the Great Sage Belisarius Cawl, that would be fine."

"He is so big that when the High Lords hold meetings, they usually have to tear down the roof of the entire meeting place, use six cranes to put him in, and then seal the roof again."

"In the meeting hall, other high lords would usually occupy half of the space, and he would occupy the other half alone."

“Every time he comes for a meeting, the expenses are sky-high.”

As he spoke, the expression on Tirian's face turned bitter.
As the chancellor of the empire, he is the person who convenes the entire High Lords' Council. Although he does not have the right to vote, he is directly responsible for the convening of the entire High Lords' Council and is the gatekeeper of the High Lords' Council.
This also caused Tirian to be defeated by the huge and difficult to transport forging general Wuwu?

Zhou Yun pondered for a moment and remembered the specific name of the Martian Casting General. Anyway, it was a very long, High Gothic name that was extremely difficult to pronounce.

In short, it was the Forged General that made Tirian very worried.

This visit to the Mars Forge General was also mediated by Tirian.
As soon as the Martian Fabrication General arrived on Terra, he submitted a document of condemnation to Guilliman, accusing him of being ambitious and using Belisarius Cawl to spread the false faith of Saint Doraemon, intending to interfere in Martian politics and shake the Olympia Treaty signed by Om Messiah himself.
So when facing Zhou Yun, the false god, he naturally would not be as enthusiastic towards Zhou Yun as the representative of the wandering merchants, Kania Danda.
In fact, his attitude was cold and there was almost no greeting.
There were only a few mechanically-behaving Skitarii guards at the door, waiting for Zhou Yun and Imperial Prime Minister Tirian.
This made Tirian feel a little scared.
The Martian Forging General always maintained an aloof attitude due to his unique position in the Mechanicus.

Even though the other high lords were against the Primarch in their hearts, they did not dare to show it in their open attitude.

But the Mars Forge General was different. He held the Treaty of Olympia in his hands, and even showed due respect to the Primarch.

Or in the eyes of the Casting General, the only one he should respect is Om Messiah.
A direct visit to the Mars Casting General like this would likely exacerbate the conflict and even further alienate Terra and Mars.
Now that the two primarchs have returned, everything is changing. If it were normal, Tyrian would have called it political suicide.

But this is the decision of the Primarch and Saint Doraemon
Tirian looked at Zhou Yun with fear, wondering if Saint Doraemon was going to show his authority as the God of All Things?
If that is the case, I hope that Ude Udea Laski will not be blinded by pride and fail to see the glory of Saint Doraemon.
The Skitarii guarded the heavy sliding door and slowly opened it. Zhou Yun, Nobita Nobi, and Tirian walked into the dim room behind the door.
The hot yellow steam passed by Zhou Yun's ankles. The surrounding walls were devoid of the Gothic decorations of the Empire. There were only some pipes, valves, and gears twisting. All the sounds made by these mechanical structures were played in a harmonious, orderly, and precise rhythm.

The sound of the mechanical priests dragging their inhuman bodies across the ground, the sound of lubricating oil mixed with holy oil, and the murmurs of the half-human, half-mechanical servants mixed together to form a low mechanical hymn.

At the center of this mechanical hymn is a pathetically small dwarf.
The dwarf was wearing a heavy blood-red Mechanicus robe with a twelve-tooth gear pattern painted on it. Under the robe were two grotesque faces.

One was rotting and decaying, with black flesh held together by wire, and the other was covered in smooth bronze with translucent green glass for eyes.
His two skinny paws were curled up under his robe, and he twisted his head to look at Zhou Yun.

"Master of the Om Messiah followers, Great Sage of the Mechanicus, Lord Ude Udiya Lasky, the Forging General of Mars."

The mechanical priests standing around spoke at the same time, as precise as machines, introducing the identity of this dwarf.

This actually made Zhou Yun stunned for a moment.
According to what Tirian and Zhou Yun learned from other people, this Martian Casting General had already gone a long way on the road of mechanical transformation. His body was as huge as a mechanical fortress, even more hideous than Belisarius Cawl, and he could hardly be called a human.
Zhou Yun was therefore fearless.

There are many parts of mechanical transformation? That's great. He has mastered the power of the field of vicious skills and has unparalleled control over machinery and machine souls. He only needs to move his mind a little to control the operation and power of the machinery.
A person who had undergone such extensive transformation as the Mars Casting General was just a hard-working slave in front of Zhou Yun, and he didn't even need a whip.

However, the person standing in front of Zhou Yun was a dwarf with little mechanical modification. The power of the vicious skill field had little control over a person with so much flesh.

Just as Zhou Yun was about to reach into his four-dimensional pocket to take out the Heavenly Punishment Whip and use physical means to tame the Casting General, he suddenly noticed that there were many cables extending from behind the dwarf.
The cables were entwined and gathered like pythons, and they were inserted into hundreds of nodes on the wall behind the dwarf. All kinds of weird and strange machines were crawling on the wall. Energy converters, oxygen evolution devices, thinker arrays, electric coils and steam engines were pieced together to form this machine hidden behind the wall of the room.

Zhou Yun understood in an instant that this entire room was the real Mars Casting General.
Over the course of hundreds of years, he constantly transformed himself and expanded his body, eventually accumulating into this huge, heavy and strange meditation box in front of him. The dwarf with flesh and blood was just a terminal extending from him.

But this is much simpler
"Forge General Wuwula." Zhou Yun said softly.

The huge machine made a humming sound, as if the forging general was expressing his dissatisfaction to Zhou Yun.

But Zhou Yun's will also penetrated into the body of the Mars Casting General at this moment, and his body entered the thousands of complex mechanical components.

In an instant, every cable, every component, and every coil of the Casting General was exposed in front of Zhou Yun.
The will of the Forging General and the Machine Soul mixed together were so powerful and fierce, even stronger than the Machine Souls of the ships and Titans that Zhou Yun had tamed before.

But Zhou Yun now had the support of almost all of Terra's faith. With a little effort, he directly wrapped his will around the will of the Casting General.

Zhou Yun felt everything about this Casting General. His original flesh and blood tissues that were still floating in the iron can were trembling slightly.
The thin cable penetrated into the remaining one-fifth of the brain of the Mars Casting General, expanding his thoughts to the entire meditation box. Zhou Yun could read these thoughts, cut off these thoughts, and give them power.

He read the Martian Forge General's deepest fears.

"The Golden Throne is about to expire"

The Martian Forge General discovered this hundreds of years ago, and he was horrified.
"Five hundred and thirty-seven standard Terran years have passed, and I have made no progress, while the Golden Throne continues to degrade in functionality."

"I estimate that, in the best case scenario, it will be completely ineffective within a few centuries."

"If it fails, then it's over."

"The end of everything."

Zhou Yun read the thoughts of Mars Casting General.

"In the name of Om Messiah, I will never allow the Golden Throne to fail, and I will never allow the end of everything to come."

"I need wisdom. I need more, more, more wisdom. I need to get closer to Om Messiah."

The Martian Forge General has been trying to repair the Golden Throne for hundreds of years. He has made many sacrifices, consumed many resources, and even used the dark wisdom of the aliens, but in the end, he has achieved no results.

So he thought that this was because he was not smart enough, and he was not close enough to Om Messiah. He had to gain more wisdom, and he had to transform his flesh and blood body more, and use machines and thinker arrays to expand his mind.

His body was abandoned, the unimportant parts of his brain were removed, and countless machines were implanted around him, constantly expanding his mind.

He was like a bloated and weird queen insect, immersing himself in the cold and dark center of his nest, just producing thoughts outward.
He could not move or feel, and could only survive by relying on the care of slaves, just like an Astartes stuffed into a Dreadnought.

These were not the most painful things for the Forge General. The act of transforming himself into a machine was undoubtedly to get closer to the Om Messiah. This was an honor for the members of the Mechanicus. Even though he was in physical pain, he was still satisfied mentally.
What really made Mars Casting General despair was that he was so close to becoming a machine, but still could not touch the true wisdom.
He still had no idea how to repair the Golden Throne, and he couldn't even find the real problem.

This is not his fault, not the casting general's fault,
Because there was actually no problem with the mechanical part of the Golden Throne, Zhou Yun had already confirmed this with the Emperor. If there was a problem, he would have already repaired it with props, which was not difficult for him.
Zhou Yun continued to look at the thoughts of Mars Casting General.

He was worried that Belisarius Cawl would take away his power, because once he lost his position as Forge General and High Lord, he would not be able to obtain enough resources to maintain his huge body and continue to find a way to repair the Golden Throne.
He despised the Saint Doraemon sect spread by Kaul, but Zhou Yun still found a little hope and fantasy in his heart: If Saint Doraemon is really the original power, then he will definitely be able to repair the Golden Throne and prevent the end of everything from coming, right?
Zhou Yun grasped this thought slightly, and with the power of the vicious skill field, he gave it momentum.
Soon this thought, this idea continued to expand and occupied most of the thinking of the Martian Casting General.

"Mars forged General Uwula!" Zhou Yun shouted loudly.

The Mechanical Priest at the side showed an angry expression: "How dare you call the Casting General Uula?! How dare you——————"

"I am the Casting General Uula!"

An excited voice rang out from the room, and the dwarf body knelt in front of Zhou Yun:

"My Lord! Forge General Uula salutes you. For ten thousand years, the Adeptus Mechanicus has been lacking the guidance of the will of the God of All Machines, just like a child without a father."

"But today, you finally appeared before us."

"Please use your great power as the God of All Things to repair the damaged Golden Throne and delay the arrival of the end."

".Forehead."

Zhou Yun hesitated:
"It's not your fault that the Golden Throne cannot be repaired."

"Have you ever considered that it's not the mechanical part that's the problem, but the wetware part?"

(End of this chapter)