Warhammer: Emperor's Ravenbringer

Chapter 104: Beating the Star God - World Shaper

Borland has a large, yellowish main-sequence star.

Four Earth-like planets orbit the main sequence star.

The tomb pyramids of the Magadha Empire are buried deep underground on four planets.

When humans invade, defense protocols are activated.

Ancient tomb pyramids used phase teleportation technology to warp from deep underground to the surface.

Afterwards, these tomb pyramids opened magnificent portals and teleported to the battlefield.

The energy released by stars seems to be controlled by an invisible hand.

Wave after wave rushed towards the World Engine, passing through the clouds and pouring down the towering spires.

The energy activated those strange energy patterns and eventually entered the core of the world engine.

A black tide of scarabs was released.

They absorb energy and transform it into matter.

Quickly repairing buildings destroyed by humans.

The abnormal behavior of the star was soon noticed by the empire.

The commander ordered the battleship to conduct a full-scale scan of the star.

[Full scan has been started, data classification and verification]

[Anomalies detected in the stellar troposphere, recorded, analysis model activated]

[Data is being imported, the meditation subsystem is providing feedback, allocating a total of 2.35% of the machine soul consciousness for analytical calculations]

The command deck of the Emperor's Grandeur.

The spherical projection is updated over and over again as data pours in.

The location of the star was lit up and then continued to expand.

Soon, a fireball that continuously spewed out hot matter occupied the entire projection.

It was eventually discovered that the stellar troposphere has multiple black metal structures.

"Is it a Undead construct? Read and analyze its data." an officer shouted.

An analysis report submitted by the Mechanical Sage was soon delivered to many commanding officers.

And synchronized to the private databases 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 ejection angle of stellar energy to speed up the speed at which the tomb world absorbs energy and awakens."

The technological level of the Necrons is considered to be top-notch in any of the universes that Raven and the Emperor have visited.

"It is estimated that the Magyar Empire will fully recover in one hour and thirty-seven minutes. We will be completely overwhelmed by their army."

Valdo also saw the data report shared by the Emperor's Grand Plan.

"That's enough." The Emperor said calmly as he looked at the mechanical frenzy coming from afar.

The sounds of legs scraping against the metal floor and mechanical structures moving continued.

Giant scarabs and undead constructs were overwhelming and endless, rushing towards the Emperor and his entourage.

The imperial guards formed a defensive formation and surrounded their master.

Each of their faces was covered with a golden visor.

Holding a halberd covered with electric current, they looked like gods 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 purpose of the birth of the Imperial Guards is to serve the will of the Emperor.

When the mechanical frenzy came, they faced it without hesitation.

He roared and swung his weapon.

Efficiently slaughtering enemies within sight.

As the spears were thrust upward and the halberds were chopped, the undead structures were shattered into pieces on the ground.

The blade tore through the cold steel.

Lubricants and coolants spurted and splashed into the air, releasing an unpleasant odor.

The Emperor, holding a flaming sword, walked among the enemies.

The Necrons were powerless to stop him.

Even those elite undead warriors could not catch up with his speed.

With a swing of the sword, flames swept out.

Whole swathes of Necrons were cut in half and melted into juice in the flames.

No enemy can withstand a blow from the Emperor.

The indestructible Emperor's sword tears through the enemy's formation.

Wherever it went, horrific flames erupted, engulfing everything.

The Emperor's weapons are more than just swords.

In his raised clawed glove, a ball of platinum flame burned.

Anything that came into contact with the flames would immediately turn into exploding debris and flying ashes.

The raging thunder bent to his will, crushing hundreds of Necrons into ash.

The overwhelming Gaussian beams of light were all dissipated in the air with just a thought from the Emperor.

Sometimes, he would extract the dimension of space, so that the Necrons within a radius of hundreds of meters would be compressed into a thin painting without thickness.

After twisting, it recovered and used the power of space to tear the steel body of the Necromancer into pieces, and the cold metal limbs flew all over the sky.

Elite undead warriors and nobles flew around the battlefield in anti-gravity aircraft.

The oily green eyes were filled with hatred as they looked at the Emperor.

In an attempt to preserve their pitiful pride, they attacked the Emperor.

However, to the Emperor, they were no different from the lower-level Undead soldiers; they were just ants that could be crushed at will.

boom!
boom!
Horrible bolts of lightning succumbed to the Emperor's will and fell onto the battlefield.

The horrific explosion occurred high in the sky.

The majestic pyramid suspended above the undead army was struck by psychic lightning and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Thousands of Necron soldiers and war engines were swept away by the debris and turned into burning wreckage.

"Ha ha ha, big guy, our combination is really invincible, ha ha ha, kill as many people as you want." Raven shouted excitedly.

The emperor glanced at the raven, said nothing, and slashed another sword towards the distance.

The fire dragon swept out, destroying all the Necrons hundreds of meters ahead, clearing a path.

The Emperor and his guards advanced all the way, and countless undead were slain by their swords.

The army of undead seemed endless. For every fall of one, a hundred would come to replace it.

No matter which direction you look from, there is an endless tide of undead.

From time to time, flashes of green light appeared.

Then, a magnificent pyramid was seen appearing on the battlefield.

A portal emitting green light appeared on the surface.

The undead soldiers walked out in neat steps and rushed into the battlefield.

"Big guy, go this way."

The raven guided the direction in which the Emperor and his companions were heading.

He quickly read all the detailed information about the world engine.

In this way, we can analyze the core area leading to the imprisonment of the Star God.

The scale of the world engine is comparable to that of a planetary world, with countless undead buildings standing there.

If you are like a headless fly, flying around everywhere.

It will definitely be overwhelmed by the endless number of Necrons.

Being exhausted to death by the opponent.

After defeating countless enemies, the Emperor and his entourage arrived at a decaying and fallen city of death.

The ornate decorations here have become corroded and mottled.

The patterns inlaid on the wall had long been covered with rust and began to peel off.

The boots of the Custodians crushed the colorful mosaic alloy floor.

The metal city crisscrosses and forms an intricate maze.

In the central area of ​​the city is the "July Cathedral" where the fragments of the Star God are imprisoned.

Seven brilliant silver spheres surround the mountain-like building.

A cluster of gleaming spires rose centripetally, the tallest of which had already 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 creamy white panels, gleaming with the purple and green heraldry of the Necronomicon Dynasty.

The huge sphere slowly rotates around the church spire, and its smooth curved surface is equipped with countless sensors and rows of lenses.

"That's where the fragments of the world-shaper, Igrania, are imprisoned."

Raven's eyes have a unique vision.

At this moment, he could see that in the black and white world, countless threads of fate were intertwined and finally connected to the "July Church".

An existence that is invisible to mortals is bound by a super-dimensional cube cage and 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".

He had no doubts about the raven, waved his hand, and gave orders to the imperial guards.

"keep going."

The imperial guards carried out the order faithfully without any questioning.

Even facing countless undead soldiers.

They didn't hesitate at all.

With their amazing fighting power, they fought their way through the undead city.

When we were about to reach the cathedral.

A Necron Overlord with three glowing eyes appeared, blocking the Emperor and his entourage.

It is stronger and taller than the elite Necromancer.

Hieroglyphs and golden lines decorate the silver-white body and cloak, making it look very majestic.

He holds a phased giant sword covered in green light.

The sword was covered with complex energy patterns and shrouded in an oily green glow.

"Invaders! A bunch of damn pests." The Undead Overlord spoke in a human voice.

The Emperor casually destroyed all the Necron soldiers rushing towards him with a sword, and then responded coldly.

"You are a bunch of the afterglow of the past who should have been buried. Go back to your graves. This era no longer belongs to you."

"When we ruled the galaxy, you didn't exist." The Necromancer raised his phase sword and made a fighting gesture. "We will rule the galaxy again, and you will be completely forgotten."

The raven standing on the Emperor's shoulder spoke up, "There is something that needs to be corrected. You do not rule the galaxy. The Star Gods rule the galaxy."

"You are just a bunch of poor creatures who were beaten to a pulp by the ancient saints and are crying for mercy."

The Undead Overlord's figure froze for a moment, and then began to tremble slightly.

"The Star Gods only helped us. We won the victory. We defeated the Old Ones and won the galaxy."

The Emperor said nothing.

When it comes to talking nonsense, Raven is better.

Let Raven handle it.

"Aren't you slaves of the Star God?" Raven added in a dark voice, "You betrayed the Star God, and then you were frightened by the Eldar and fell asleep."

For the first time, the Undead Overlord felt that words were like a knife, stabbing deeply into his heart.

"You are talking nonsense, we are not frightened by those toad servants."

"Now that the Eldar have fallen, you dare to awaken." Raven shouted, "Before, you didn't even dare to fart."

"At least humans won by themselves, but you are just a bunch of cowards and trash. Without the help of the Star God, you are just a bunch of pathetic and short-lived species."

Every word Raven said was a critical hit, causing the Undead Overlord's fever to visibly turn red, breaking his defense.

Cooling steam gushed out, and my head became hot due to the overload of the emotional logic module.

"You damned pests, go to hell."

"When I crush your weak flesh and blood, you will know how terrifying we are."

"Being eloquent is useless. This world is about strength."

The furious Undead Overlord rushed over and killed them.

The guards around it also charged forward.

The emperor looked calm. He stretched out his hand and clenched it fiercely.

Terrifying spiritual energy gushed out from the ground, knocking away or destroying the undead guards.

A giant flaming hand appeared above the head of the Undead Overlord and grasped him tightly.

It was almost crushed to pieces alive.

Later, he was able to escape by using space folding.

But all the guards around him had been destroyed.

"This world is about strength." Raven said sarcastically, "I'm so scared, I want to run away."

The Undead Overlord, who wanted to retreat, suddenly became furious.

He rushed back with a warp and slashed at the raven with the phase sword in his hand.

The emperor swung his sword to block it, and with his other hand released terrifying psychic power, blowing the Undead Overlord away.

When the opponent tried to stand up, another giant psychic hand appeared and slapped him down.

The Undead Overlord was knocked to the ground again. The terrifying force caused the indestructible metal body to twist, and coolant and lubricating oil continued to flow out.

Ravens circled above the Undead Overlord.

"A little jerk is a little jerk, and he even imitates others to speak harshly."

Then, he repeated what he had just said in a sarcastic tone.

"This world is about strength."

The Undead Overlord raised his head with difficulty, his cold green pupils revealing indescribable hatred.

It stretched out a trembling hand, trying to catch the raven.

The emperor walked over, raised his foot, and stomped down hard, crushing the head of the Undead Overlord.

The surging power of the end turned into flames, igniting the opponent.

Erase the other party's existence from the conceptual level.

Even if the Undead Overlord has a resurrection agreement, 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 little tune and landed on the emperor's shoulder, twisting its little butt, showing off to the extreme.

The Emperor ignored him and looked up at the July Cathedral.

The elite undead are constantly pouring in from that direction.

It is obvious that the Magadha Empire has deployed all its elite troops here.

Intended to prevent humanity from entering the cathedral where the Igrania fragment is imprisoned.

The Emperor's eyes blazed with flames, he raised his flaming hand, and then slammed it down.

A terrifying fire dragon swept out, melting or smashing all the undead soldiers along the way.

"Forward." The emperor ordered coldly and took the lead.

The Imperial Guards roared and followed the Emperor.

"Stop them by any means necessary."

The dynasty emperor, Turazin, descended on an anti-gravity throne, holding a scepter, and gave orders to his guards and generals.

However, the fighting power of the Emperor and others was too terrifying.

Even if the Necrons try their best, they can hardly stop them.

"Lingshu Guards, go all out."

Mezoi, the Emperor's personal guard, urged his men to attack.

Batch after batch of elite Necron troops pounced on the enemy, but were destroyed without a trace and turned into debris scattered all over the ground.

Finally, Mezoi and Waldo faced off.

There are many similarities between the two of them.

They are all guards of a king.

A lifetime is dedicated to protecting this duty.

But there are also big differences between them.

That is, Waldo is stronger than it, much stronger.

Mezoi, holding two phase daggers, took the lead in attacking Valdor.

Waldo, holding a spear, responded calmly.

Mezoi's fighting ability is very strong.

Its body made of active metal gives it tenacious vitality.

Rich combat experience allows it to better understand how to use the skills it has mastered.

Mezoi performed a space jump, appeared in the air, and slashed at Waldo's head with double blades in hand.

Waldo raised his spear and blocked the opponent's attack.

Then he twisted the spear to relieve the opponent's force.

Another whip kick was thrown out, hitting the opponent's body.

Mezoi flew out, and a terrible dent appeared on his body made of active metal.

It stood up with difficulty, and the air behind it rippled.

After it retreated into it, it made another space jump.

The genetic engine in Waldo's body calculated the rules for space folding.

He accurately predicted where Mezoi would appear, and thrust out the spear covered with electric arcs first.

When Mezoi jumped out, he bumped into her.

The tip of the spear, which was equipped with a tearing force field and the power of the Emperor, instantly pierced through the opponent's metal body.

With a sudden stir, the French emperor's personal guard was shattered into pieces.

After executing the opponent, Waldo did not stop for a moment and attacked other enemies.

The Emperor passed over the fighting Custodes and Necron Guards.

Following the guidance of the raven, we crossed the magnificent archway and entered the "July Cathedral".

The interior of the church was very quiet and the air temperature was very low, and it was obvious that it was a mausoleum.

Flickering circuits ripple across the black metal and smooth rock surfaces.

Winding steps lead down to a central hall wide enough to accommodate one.

Its complex and detailed 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 and the surface with complex energy patterns.

"Release me and you will gain everything."

"Release me and you will gain everything."

A vague voice kept echoing in the air.

It is as sweet as honey, bewitching everyone who comes close to it.

Lead them to become slaves to the sound.

The Emperor and Raven have long since attained a higher status and understand the mysteries of how all things work.

Such despicable means cannot affect their minds.

As the Emperor approached, the surface of the cube began to reveal many necromantic glyphs composed of surging energy.

They are fleeting, replaced by more words.

The raven read the words.

He had not learned the dead spirits' language, but the power of the misty space allowed him to understand the meaning of those words. These words described an ancient history.

It tells of the Necrontyr's deeds during the War in Heaven, and what terrible beings are imprisoned within the cube.

The Emperor placed his hand on the surface of the cube.

Countless invisible threads extended towards his body.

The Emperor could easily destroy these invisible threads, but He did not.

Allow the controller behind these threads to pull you into a mysterious dark space.

In the mysterious space, numbers fly in the air, combine in unimaginable ways, then collapse and combine again.

The strange runic code rises and falls in a unique rhythm.

A corner of the dark space was unlocked, revealing a complex and sophisticated gear structure, symbolizing the truth of the universe and the truth of its operation.

A ruined throne floats in the central area of ​​the dark space.

Sitting on the throne is a formless creature composed entirely of darkness.

The only distinguishing features are the three blazing crescent-shaped eyes and the faded golden crown on the head.

"Igrania." The Emperor looked at the creature on the throne.

"Creature from the mortal world, do you know my name?"

Igrania did not speak, but was able to accurately convey his will.

"I came 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.

"If you can release me, you can have 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. It is the best source of energy."

Igrania's three eyes looked at the Emperor.

Raven could sense the other party's speechlessness.

It's fine to be backstabbed by the Necrons and used as a battery.

How come every creature from the mortal world wants to use himself as a battery?

Do you really think that the Star God is a little jerk? ?
Just come and take advantage of anyone, right?

"Your words make me laugh, mortal creature, you must know that I am God, the eternal and immortal 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 wield infinite power once again."

The Emperor nodded, "It doesn't matter what you say. I don't care about it."

"I just want to let you out of here now, put a chain on you, and take you back."

Raven silently gave the Emperor a thumbs up in his heart.

A big guy is always a big guy.

He is so arrogant and conceited towards everyone.

The Emperor did not wait for Igrania's reply.

Terrifying psychic power gushed out from his body.

The hyperdimensional cube was destroyed in an instant and exploded into countless pieces.

A dark flame shot up into the sky.

It melted through the thick metal surface, leaving behind a large hole emitting a scorching flame.

Igrania the World Shaper is free.

The seven giant spheres surrounding the main building of the church exploded instantly.

The energy contained in it was completely devoured by the freed Igrania.

The spirit metal that made up the sphere was also absorbed by Igrania, giving it a terrifying body.

The other party's appearance is somewhat similar to that of the Necrons, but there are also great differences.

It was like an evil god that walked out of an alien religion, in charge of destruction and disaster.

Three flaming eyes adorned its head, and liquid metal enveloped its terrifying body.

Torn and compressed metal made up its tentacles, dragging it between spires.

Igrania roared in anger, tearing apart the sky and the earth.

Then, he rushed towards Turazin and the group of undead nobles who had once been high and mighty.

The metal body of Hierophant-Turazin trembled with fear.

The Emperor completely destroyed the Tesseract, and they no longer had any means to fight against a Star God.

Even if it is just a fragment, the power it possesses is beyond imagination.

Normally, even if one wanted to release the Star God fragments to fight the enemy, they could only be released under the suppression of the Hyperdimensional Magic Cube.

Otherwise, if things get out of control, they will be the ones to suffer.

The Star Gods' hatred for the Necrons is much stronger than for other races.

Turacin begged Igrania, willing to transfer the control agreement of the dynasty to the other party.

In that case, Igrania would be able to gain command of every dead spirit in the entire Magadha Empire.

"You all deserve to die." Igrania roared in anger, "You former slaves dared to betray your master, and now is the time to settle accounts."

Turazin was controlled by an invisible force and flew up.

Purple-black flames gushed out, engulfing the body of the Necromancer.

A generation of dynasty overlord was burned alive and turned into ashes.

The other undead nobles were also dragged into the air against their will and were dissected bit by bit by Igrania's will.

As each piece of parts was peeled off and removed, these undead nobles gradually disintegrated, and in the end only a thin metal skeleton remained, still squirming 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 fear when they saw it and fled in all directions.

The fear of the Star God is still engraved in the deepest part of their minds.

After venting his hatred, Igrania turned his gaze to the Emperor who came out from underground and roared.

"Foolish mortal life, you could have received my gift, but you were too arrogant, so today, you have to pay the price."

"How terrible." The raven covered his little heart, "Quick, big corn cob, come and protect me."

Waldo on the side rolled his eyes, but still walked forward.

"The loyal commander of the guards is here to protect you, respected Mr. Raven."

The Emperor turned his head and looked at Waldo, his deep eyes revealing a hint of barely visible surprise.

But soon, this emotion was suppressed.

He turned his head to look at the sky, ready to fight the Star God.

Igrania raised his hands, and the metal earth fell apart, turning into a long, endless river of metal fragments that formed a ring around it.

The fragments quickly reshaped and deformed into huge sharp blades.

Even though only fragments remain, Igrania is still the god of the material universe.

This magnificent planet was created by it, and it can draw power from the core of the planet and temporarily restore its peak strength.

Igrania waved his hand, and countless 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 into the subspace.

In the material world, nothing can stand against the Star God.

Now, the Emperor has broken this immutable law in human form.

"Warp? A trick of those damn toads!"

Igrania screamed.

Even more terrifying energy fluctuations were released.

He rushed towards the Emperor, intending to crush the Master of Mankind.

The emperor stretched out his hand and clenched it violently.

The space before my eyes instantly collapsed into two dimensions.

The huge Igrania was pulled into the two-dimensional world and turned into a painting without thickness.

A strange roar was heard.

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 Three-Body World, they would definitely think it was crazy.

Physics doesn't exist anymore.

However, Igrania is a god of the material world.

It would be ridiculous if we couldn't even escape dimensional control.

Seeing Igrania escape from the second dimension, the Emperor released the time attack.

The time bubble enveloped Igrania's upper body, abandoning it to the past.

The tearing feeling caused by the time difference is enough to destroy any substance.

Igrania was nearly torn apart and let out a shrill cry.

But the star god quickly reshaped his time and returned to normal.

Igrania was attacked continuously and was extremely angry.

He attempted to erase the very concept of the Emperor's existence, to completely obliterate him from the physical world.

The Emperor used his psychic powers to counteract this erasure.

Igrania launches 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 very fierce.

The aftermath of the space-time that escaped tore apart the entire world engine.

The battle ended with Igrania's power exhausted.

It draws upon the stored power of the world's engine.

That power is enormous, but ultimately limited.

When its power was exhausted, it became listless and was sealed away by the Emperor through psychic means.

After the battle, a transparent crystal as tall as a human body slowly fell down, emitting psychic energy fluctuations.

Sealed inside the crystal is the world-shaper, Igrania.

There are countless special runes engraved on the surface of the crystal, which will form a logical maze and trap Igrania's consciousness.

As long as we send it back to Terra and lock it in the microcosm, it 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.

Before the Emperor set out on the Great Crusade, the Council of High Lords began to take shape.

It was created 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 Empire's Great Crusade and to ensure that every conquered world can develop smoothly.

The parliament has thousands of representatives.

There are both elected and appointed ones.

Others come to fight for the interests of planets or star regions.

The parliament hall is large, magnificent and towering.

The interior is spherical in shape, with seats for members of parliament inlaid on the surrounding walls like balconies.

The seats are made using anti-gravity technology.

When a delegate is allowed to speak, the seating booths fly to the middle area of ​​the hall.

In the central area of ​​the hall is the seat of the Supreme Lord.

Their seats were arranged around a round table with a diameter of more than nine meters.

Malcador the Sceptre, Regent of Terra, sat at the head.

He was clad in the simple robes of a Terran Lord of War.

As the leader of the parliament, he holds a double-headed eagle scepter, demonstrating supreme power.

"The fleet commanded by Tribune Ra will arrive in the solar system in three Terra weeks. They are carrying the precious fragments of the Star God and have been ordered to send them to the microcosm for detention."

The representative of the Imperial Guard read out the report from the First Expeditionary Fleet.

The Star God fragments involve many fields and are destined to be impossible to conceal, so its use can only be kept secret.

"Protest." Mars's commander, Casting General Kalbo, said, "Star God should be handed over to Mars to deal with."

"This is the order of His Majesty. The fragments of Star God must be imprisoned in the microcosm. This matter will be the responsibility of the Unification Council." The representative of the Imperial Guards spoke indifferently.

"The Unification Council also belongs to Mars." Kalbo insisted, "According to the Martian regulations, the mechanical sages serving the Unification Council must still obey the orders of Mars."

"No, before the Great Crusade began, the members of the Unification Council were selected to obey only His Majesty's orders." Malcador pointed out Kalbo's mistake.

Karbo complained.

"Mars was drained of its life for the Great Crusade. My people toiled day and night to produce weapons and vehicles."

"We paid everything, but got nothing in return. The Empire obtained those new technologies, but was unwilling to provide them to us according to the agreement. Now they still want to support 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 in the hands of the Empire is not the STC left over from the Golden Age of Humanity."

"All technologies should be handed over to the Mechanicus," said Kalbo. "Only we can properly preserve and use these technologies."

"Denied," Malcador rejected. "Technology that does not belong to the STC will be kept by the Empire. There is no need to discuss this matter."

A trace of resentment emerged from Carlbo's core logic module.

All knowledge belongs to the Adeptus Mechanicus.

This is a betrayal of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

The Emperor is not the Omnissiah at all.

"Let's discuss the next item on the agenda." The Imperial Prime Minister who was in charge of presiding over the meeting stepped forward, "Representatives from the Kokira system, please step out."

As soon as the words fell, a floating seat flew out from the side of the wall and approached the position where the Supreme Lord was.

There were several people sitting in the seats. They were wearing the same style of clothes and had elegant and graceful manners. It was obvious that they came from a civilized world.

One woman stood up and spoke out.

"The Kokira system is a human colony with a long history that existed during the Golden Age of Humanity."

"We have always valued the overall interests of humanity, so when the Imperial Expeditionary Fleet appeared, we signed the contract to join the Empire without hesitation."

"But so far, the Empire's communication network has not yet been connected to Kochla, which makes our people confused. Do the Empire love us as much as we love it?"

"So, I came here to request the Supreme Lords Council to allow Kokila to access 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 trade protection to ensure employment and industrial rates in this galaxy."

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After a few hours, the meeting ended.

Malcador showed a trace of fatigue.

The heavy workload on his shoulders made him feel exhausted.

The end of the meeting does not mean that his work is over.

He was overwhelmed with paperwork and requests.

“The first team of recorders has been assembled.”

Malcador looked at the data-slate in his hand.

Inside was a list of narrators and a report of the fleet they were heading to.

From the beginning of the Great Crusade, many chroniclers and recorders followed the army as individuals.

Now, it’s just about regularizing them and providing corresponding logistical support.

Every civilization needs history.

Humans are no exception.

How unfair it would be to those warriors if no one knew about the glory of the Great Crusade.

Machado reviewed the list.

His extraordinary mind helps him to quickly memorize what kind of people the names on the list represent.

In a few minutes, he had read through the list of hundreds of thousands of people.

He found several errors, corrected them, and approved the instrument.

Machado handled government affairs for two hours, then stopped to rest himself.

He thought of the Emperor and the Raven, far away on the other side of the galaxy.

"According to their travel patterns, after they have captured the Star God fragments, they will definitely prepare to travel to the next universe."

Malcador looked at the projection floating in front of him, which still contained a lot of backlogged government affairs that needed to be dealt with urgently.

He had so much to deal with.

Not a single day should be wasted.

"Perhaps my Lord will reject me."

Malcador thought with some relief.

My job is to handle the affairs of the empire, so how can I think of slacking off?
But Makado had some expectations in his heart.

Hopefully, the Emperor and the Raven will fulfill their promise and take him to see other worlds.

Mars.

Biological culture base.

Bio-Sage Hamares delivered a batch of technical servants to the Unification Council in accordance with the agreement.

These servants are children conceived in the incubators of life cultivation facilities.

Various knowledge is instilled during the cultivation stage.

The one who came to receive these servants was the chief of the Unification Council, the Great Mechanical Sage Mendel.

His body was abnormally bloated and massive, mechanical implants and flesh hidden beneath robes of Martian red and Terran gold.

The face was replaced by insect-like compound eye lenses and shiny metal armor.

"This batch of servants is very good." Mendel looked over the data report provided by Hamares and nodded with satisfaction. "I hope you can provide more high-quality servants like this in the next month."

"The needs of the Unification Council are growing." Hamares looked at the technical projection floating in front of him, and his slender fingers quickly clicked on the data on the screen.

"A new project is about to be launched." Mendel said, "The microcosm project has made a breakthrough. Now, Microcosm No. 01 will become the prison of a star god."

"Oh, right. This is a genetic map handed over by the Regent. It can allow humans to transform and gain some special powers."

Mendel extended a mechanical tentacle and inserted it into Hamares's interface.

A large amount of data and information was transmitted between the two sages.

after the end.

Mendel said, "Keep this knowledge safe. Only the faithful followers of the Omnissiah may share this knowledge."

"I understand." Hamares nodded.

After a conversation, Mendel took the new servants on board the spacecraft and took them to outer space.

Belisarius Caul was also one of these new servants.

He looked out of the porthole of the transport spacecraft curiously.

You can clearly see the many metal structures floating in the vast void. They are majestic and as big as planets.

Countless spaceships and warships entered the solar system like a school of fish, sailing according to their designated route.

After arriving at the huge space station platform, Cawl and hundreds of other companions were picked up by the mechanical sage in charge of the microcosm project.

The first task they were given was to clean the cells and prepare to receive the prisoners.

"This is called a prison cell!!"

After Kohl entered Microuniverse No. 01 from the inter-universe channel, he was amazed when he saw the magnificent prison that was as big as a city.

PS: Praise the Omnissiah, praise the God of all things.

When he was young, Kaul was still a young priest.

(End of this chapter)