I'm in Warhammer, I just want to grow mushrooms

Chapter 222 Whether Horus can become the War Master is up to me.
Lino brought out a combat helmet and had Crament put it on, then connected it to the logic circuit with a conduit.

The combat helmet activated, and a holographic view appeared before Clement's eyes. A line of small text appeared at the edge of her field of vision:
Orc prediction expert at work.

The holographic device projected a new holographic image, in which several orcs jumped and hopped about.

The scanner on the combat helmet captures images of the orcs and transmits them to the logic circuit. The logic circuit follows a predetermined reasoning logic, searches for the corresponding orc action model in the knowledge base, and then presents the next action in the model in the holographic view.

Thus, Clanment saw the illusory outline of the beastman's body.

These outlines always anticipate the orc's next move by at least 0.1 seconds.

Don't underestimate the fact that it's only 0.1 seconds earlier; that's 100 milliseconds in milliseconds.

Even without genetic modification, some exceptionally gifted mortals can still make the right response within those 100 milliseconds, avoiding the orcs' attacks or gaining the upper hand and delivering a fatal blow.

"I...I'm speechless...Sir, Master Collier Jersey could actually create such an amazing combat support device. Master Jersey isn't exactly a specialist in alien physiology, is he? Why are there so many sages on Mars who study orcs, yet none of them have invented something similar..."

Clement asked the question almost like a madman.

The Cult of Mechanics is the largest arms dealer within the human empire.

Without war, there would be no demand for arms, and the importance and status of the Cult of Mechanics would decline. Otherwise, what reason would it have to demand massive amounts of supplies from Terra?

Furthermore, the Mechanics movement opposes "intelligentization" and advocates "machine soulification," which is anti-intellectual and anti-rational.

They prefer to believe that it was the Machine Soul that guided them to see the orcs' next move, rather than a logical circuit similar to an "AI agent" that predicted the orcs' movements.

However, the truth is that the machine soul did not make any predictions related to the orcs' behavior, but the logical circuit that followed strict logical judgment did.

In short, don't ask why the Cult of Mechanics didn't invent a device that could predict the orcs' next move.

Some things don't even need to be weighed; they're not even as heavy as spores.
Once on the scale, even an Emperor-class Titan couldn't withstand it.

Li Nuo smiled:
"This is a question that shouldn't be asked. It's very complex and involves a series of highly sensitive matters, such as the interests and status of Mars and the doctrines of the Mechanicus."

Kang En said seriously:
“Yes, Crament, you should learn to use the orc prediction expert instead of considering its effects.”

Clanment wasn't stupid; he immediately understood and bowed slightly, saying:

"Yes, sir. I understand why you chose veterans to form the reconnaissance company. Such excellent combat support equipment can only be fully utilized by experienced veterans."

Cranment's impression of Lino changed drastically.

When they first met, she secretly criticized the other person for giving the Space Guard a high-profile name.

But now, she had to say to herself:
Lino Wilson's Space Guard might actually become the Orc Destroyer.

"Enough with the small talk, let's get back to the main topic."

Li Nuo switched to the holographic screen, showing the organizational framework of the Space Guard as he spoke:
"The Orc Destroyer's first company is a reconnaissance company. I personally selected the first batch of members. The company commander is Mona, the deputy company commanders are Wick and Leia, and the rest of the members are all veterans of the Governor's Guard."

"Companies 2 through 7 are the main combat force, with members from veteran regiments of the Planetary Defense Force, and are responsible for frontal combat and surprise attack missions."

"The Eighth, Ninth, and Tenth Companies are experimental companies, specifically tasked with carrying out practical combat experiments."

"Companies 11 through 20 were recruit companies, tasked with frontal combat and surprise attacks."

Li Nuo paused:
“Your regimental headquarters is the first company. If you can’t contact me, you can discuss countermeasures with the first company commander.”

"Yes, sir. May I ask what kind of live-fire experiments the experimental company will be undertaking?" Crament asked.

Li Nuo responded:

"The inhibitor of psionic energy metabolism enzyme activity is one of the three main experimental projects, and it is the responsibility of the Eighth Company. The other two projects are the Gauss weapon that I developed in cooperation with the Mechanicus, and the new anti-psionic device developed by the Imperial Military Affairs Department in conjunction with the Imperial Fist and the Terra Research Institute. The former is the responsibility of the Ninth Company, and the latter is the responsibility of the Tenth Company."

“Yes, I understand,” Clement nodded.

Li Nuo sent a voice message using the data tablet:
"Come in, I'll introduce you to the commander of the Orc Destroyers."

The office door opened, and Mona, Wick, and Leia entered the room one after another.

They were dressed in orc hunter suits, exuding a heroic aura and brimming with energy.

When designing the Orc Hunter suit, Li Nuo abandoned the flashy Gothic style of the Human Empire and adopted a simple, low-key, and inconspicuous paint job.

—Come on, this is a war, not a game of chess. Painting it in bright colors will only attract orcs.

The black base with white trim and light gray and white stripes together form the main style of the Orc Hunter set, exuding composure and secrecy.

Coupled with the pure black optical camouflage cloaks, the three of them, just standing there, gave people the illusion that they might disappear without a trace at any moment.

"This is Mona, the company commander of the Orc Destroyer Company. She has rich combat experience, is good at infiltration and reconnaissance, and is also a Delta-level psionic.

Li Nuo pointed to the tall, aloof-looking Mengna, and then to the man and woman beside her:
"These are Wick and Leia. Wick is a chemistry expert and a demolition expert, and he has been partnered with Mona for five years. Although Leia has not been in the industry for long, her combat skills are trustworthy."

Klament stood upright, hands behind his back, striding forward, and gave a salute to his two subordinates:
"Gentlemen, it is an honor to meet you. Your governor has shown me extremely advanced combat support devices and chemical agents. I believe you will be just as outstanding as his inventions. Let us face the battles of the future together."

Mona and the other two removed their helmets, revealing their true faces. With solemn expressions, they clenched their fists and pounded their chests in a gesture of respect, responding in unison:

"Yes, sir."

Mona remained as aloof as ever, while Wick wore a serious expression, though his occasional glances at Li Nuo revealed a hint of excitement.

Leia's excitement and anticipation were written all over her face. It was hard to understand why a native born in Lower Nest would yearn for war so much.

Looking at his three subordinates, Li Nuo felt deeply that he was gradually taking control of the future of the human empire.

Why was Horus able to become the War Master?

Because of his upright character, obedience, decisiveness, composure, wisdom, and calmness, he was the genetic prototype most appreciated by the emperor.

But this is not enough.

In the Ulanor Expedition in 000.M31, Horus defeated Urak Urag, the ruler of the Ulanor Orc Empire, and gained prestige and status second only to the Emperor.

Before the new millennium arrives, Lino will help the Empire eliminate Ulanor ahead of time, preventing Horus from beheading Urak Ulag and cutting off his hopes of becoming a Warmaster.

This may not change the outcome of the great rebellion.

But while grinding for merits, it's easy to interfere with the timeline and progress of the Great Rebellion, so why not?

Though not an emperor, he was better than one.

Whether Horus can win the Ulanno campaign and become the warlord is up to me.

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at the same time.

The homeworld of the Word Bearers is Kochs, and its capital is Varadesh.

Flowers lined the road, and engines hummed softly.

A delivery truck drove through the bustling streets of the garden city and entered the ivory-white castle in the city center.

The transport vehicle stopped in the square in front of the castle, and the Word Bearer, dressed in sophisticated power armor, stepped off the vehicle. The human soldiers guarding the gate opened the gate for him.

On the rooftop terrace overlooking the entire city, the Word Bearer met the Chief Priest, Eribas, who was waiting there.

“I told you long ago, your theory of fungal aliens doesn’t work. The Bone Drinkers are a bunch of useless trash, far inferior to the Oak.”

The person who was speaking out complained about Irebus in a bad mood.

He raised his hand and took off his helmet, revealing an aged face.

The person who spoke rudely to Irebas's face was none other than Loka's adoptive father, Cole Fallon.

"Aurelian is grieving over the defeat of the Bone Drinkers, and I don't think now is a good time for us to have a disagreement."

Irebus, dressed in a priest's robe, his face taut, met Cole Fallon's gaze, not yielding in terms of imposing presence.

"Come in with me, Aurelion needs our guidance." "Hmph, he needs my guidance, not yours. You'd better explain to me why the Bone Drinkers failed."

Cole Fallon snorted in dissatisfaction and walked into the writing room where Loga was.

Irebas fell half a step behind, a shadow flashing in his eyes.

Everyone knows that the Legion’s chief priest is Erebus, but a significant number of people would choose to obey the Primarch’s orders over the chief priest’s adoptive father, even though the Primarch’s adoptive father is an old man who is completely unqualified to be a Space Marine.

The struggle between the two has a long history, but it has not fully erupted only because of the existence of the Primarch and the watchful eyes of the gods.

Cole Fallon opposed the idea of ​​absorbing Bone-Drinkers, believing that the Orks were more suitable as incubators.
Eribus held the opposite view, believing that the parasitic and predatory nature of the Bone Drinkers could more secretly corrupt the empire.

However, Eribas underestimated the Empire's strength and overestimated the Bone Drinkers' discipline, combat effectiveness, strategic vision, and other factors.

The final result was that Mocha lost contact, the Bone Drinkers were slaughtered, the Bone Drinker project of Erebbas collapsed completely, and Cole Fallon's corrupting the orcs went smoothly.

Irebus had no choice but to bow his head before Cole Fallon.

“Speak, Eribus, why did the Bone Drinkers fail?” Cole Fallon paused at the writing table, raising his hand to gently pat the Primarch’s shoulder in comfort.

Luo Jia bent his arm and rested it on the table, closed his eyes tightly, rubbed his temples with his fingertips, and said in a distressed tone:

"I also want to know the reason. Iribus, don't hide anything from me, I have the right to know the truth about the failure."

Faced with their questions, Irebas sighed:

"Well, gentlemen, this all started with Lino Wilsey and Brisso Lestotter..."

“I’ve heard of that name,” Cole Fallon said.
“Lino Wilsey is the governor of Apimatt. I’ve placed some orcs who have converted to our side in his secondary sector. And who is Brisso Lestoth?”

Irebus was interrupted by Cole Fallon, but dared not be angry, and could only continue speaking with a straight face:

"To eliminate the orcs you planted, Wilsey asked King Lestrade V, also known as Brisso Lestrade, to help him exterminate them. Brisso outwardly cooperated with the Bone Drinkers, but secretly, he contacted the Imperial Ministry of Justice, becoming their informant..."

Irebas recounts the downfall of the Bone Drinkers.

Brisso Lestot transformed himself from a traitor to the Empire into a hero and the undisputed MVP.

"Mocha reached an initial cooperation agreement with Brisso. Brisso agreed to lure Lino Wilsey to Planet Apimette DE alone. But what I didn't expect was that after meeting Wilsey a few times, this guy became a spy for the Imperial Ministry of Justice, secretly collecting information on the Bone Drinkers, which led to the widespread exposure of the Bone Drinkers' stronghold."

Irebus's words contained a degree of shirking responsibility.

Cole Fallon was not satisfied and pressed for an answer:
"You mean, with just Brisso alone, the Imperial Ministry of Justice has intelligence on most of the Bone Drinkers' strongholds?"

Irebas remained noncommittal, his tone calm:
“This is not my opinion, nor my judgment, but a fact I received from my spies. It sounds incredible, but reports from within the Imperial Ministry of Justice show that Brisso played a ‘huge role’ in the destruction of the Bone Drinkers. He was also the one who destroyed the Bone Drinkers’ subspace base. I have to admit that the Empire has never lacked people willing to sacrifice themselves for their country, and Brisso Lestot is the most typical example.”

A moment of silence fell over the writing room.

Loka's expression revealed the dejection after the plan failed.

Cole Fallon, however, looked completely distrustful.
“Call Mocha over here. I want to confront him face to face. That damned guy has squandered so many of our resources, only to have a mere mortal steal everything. It’s utterly despicable.”

Iribus shook his head slightly:

“Fallen, I regret to inform you of something. Mocha has disappeared. After the subspace base was destroyed by Brisso’s fleet, Mocha vanished without a trace. He shirked his responsibilities and mission, unwilling to face our rebuke and the Lord’s punishment.”

“How could this be? The power of our Lord is everywhere. Mocha is just a mortal who has received some blessings. How could he possibly hide, and where could he possibly hide?”

Cole Fallon strongly suspects that Irebas is behind this, aiming to frame Mocha and absolve himself of responsibility.

Seeing signs that a conflict was about to erupt between the two sides, Luo Jia stepped forward.

“I feel your anger, and I hope this strong emotional outburst is based on our common enemy, not on ourselves.”

Cole Fallon took back what he was about to say, a hint of warmth appearing on his stern face:
"Aurelian, I understand how you feel, and I will do everything I can to help you."

“Me too, I will work even harder,” Irebas added immediately.

Luo Jia nodded, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the city view:
"How are things going with the Cruel Quest Chapter, Father?"

"Thanks to my Lord's blessing, all is well." Cole Fallon glanced at the meek Iribus and smiled silently.

"The Cruel Pursuit has led no fewer than five orc armies to our Lord's side. Before the 'Wounded Corridor' plan is officially implemented, at least thirty orc armies will be under our command."

“Very good, but not enough.” Loka turned around, his gaze falling on Irebas, whose head was bowed.

“The Bone Drinkers are destined to be absent from the ‘Wounded Corridor,’ and we need to replenish our forces elsewhere. Eribas, I will provide you with ample Orcish Blessing Potions. Don’t let me down this time.”

"Yes, I will do my utmost." Eribus trembled slightly with excitement.

Cole Fallon stepped forward:
"The False Emperor's spies are still in the expeditionary force. Isn't it a bit too dangerous to let Erebas bless the orcs?"

Cole Fallon had two armies under his command.

The first was a company of the Word Bearers Legion, and the second was the Cruel Quest Chapter, secretly established to corrupt the orcs. The latter's main members came from the local cult "Darkheart" in Kochs.

The "false emperor" that Cole Fallon mentioned was naturally the emperor.

The so-called spies of the false emperor were actually the imperial guards planted by the emperor within the Legion of the Word Bearers.

The Imperial Guard has been accompanying the 47th Expeditionary Fleet of the Whisperers Legion on its campaigns throughout the years.

As the chief priest, Erebbas had to be wherever the 47th Expeditionary Fleet was.

Cole Fallon was different. His company could detach from the expeditionary fleet and act independently for combat missions, without being constantly watched by the Imperial Guard. The Cruel Quest Chapter could go wherever it wanted.

Iribus didn't receive that treatment; after all, he was the chief priest.

Perhaps realizing he had no way to extricate himself, Iribus did not refute Cole Fallon:
“Aurelian, Fallon is right. I am not suited to bless the orcs. Besides, the expedition is about to depart, and the Guardians will not let me out of their sight. I should focus on the Imperial worlds involved in the ‘Corridor of Pain’ project. I will do my best to spread the name of the Word Bearer Primarch and embed it in the hearts of every inhabitant of every world before the project is implemented.”

Loga pondered for a moment, then nodded, accepting Irebas's explanation.

A barely perceptible glint of delight flashed in Cole Fallon's eyes:
"Then I'll be going now. A decent orc tribe awaits my blessing."

Cole Fallon and the two nodded in acknowledgment and left the writing room with light steps.

After he walked away, Luo Jia smiled slightly:
"Tell me, Eribus, I don't believe you'll stay obediently in the expedition."

Irebas also smiled:

“I knew I couldn’t hide it from you. Your adoptive father is a proud man, and I have to consider his feelings, don’t I?”

"Speak, what good idea do you have?" Luo Jia shook his sleeves and sat down at the writing table.

"Aurelian, do you remember the esoteric sect that Mocha mentioned?" Eribas said with a wicked grin.

"This is a team composed of various ancient aliens who are skilled at using the power of prophecy to interfere with our Lord's performance of miracles in the real universe. They are equally hostile towards the False Emperor."

Luo Jia pondered and asked:

"Do you want to cooperate with Tantric Buddhism?"

"No, no, no, please don't say that. Although the Tantric sect is hostile to the human empire, it doesn't mean they are our friends."

"So what's your plan?" Loka asked, becoming increasingly curious.

Irebas said with a wicked grin:

"We can pretend to be members of a secret cult, and then..."

Irebas lowered his voice and whispered something to Loka, whose eyes lit up.

"Irebas, you are a true genius. Many times, even I am ashamed of my own wisdom."

"Haha, you flatter me, Aurelion."

The writing room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)