Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 168 Seed Plan
Producing exploration ships is a piece of cake for Red Alert.

The Red Alert itself is a collection of STCs. Roche found an asteroid belt in the star system of Sosa and set up a small shipyard there.

This shipyard is completely not on the same level as Mustafa's giant dock and can only produce small ships with a length of less than ten kilometers.

Roche does not intend to make major construction in this galaxy where the Necrons are dormant, so this shipyard will not be supplied with materials by those mining vehicles and mining ships.

In fact, this shipyard itself is a movable building. It will roam in the material-rich asteroid belt like a void whale, and use force field generators to swallow and crush suitable meteorite materials into its stomach.

After undergoing what can be called an internal technological black box processing, the shipyard can continuously spit out identical exploration ships.

Under the control of the intelligent brain, these space exploration ships will take Sosa as the origin and start a one-way exploration in all directions.

The antimatter engines in their cabins, coupled with their efficient use of stellar energy, allow them to operate easily for thousands of years without maintenance.

Of course, if non-fatal damage occurs, the nano-core on board can also perform a certain degree of repair operations.

As Roche named this plan: Seed Plan, these small exploration ships, only 500 meters long, will be spread continuously on the edge of the eastern galaxy like dandelion seeds.

Until the energy is exhausted, these eyes will provide navigation logs at regular intervals. Star maps, galaxy conditions, and possible dangers of the places they visit will be transmitted back to the Red Alert's database.

"When they go far enough, the transmission of information will take a very long time, and it will take decades or even centuries to transmit information."

Luo looked at the skyline of Sousa. Due to the obstruction of the atmosphere, it was impossible for mortal eyes to see what was happening in space.

But he knew that every minute and every second that shipyard was producing eyes that could explore the dark galaxy.

Although Roche is not actually a part of the human empire, this is also the first time that humans have once again mustered up the courage to explore the unknown beyond the galaxy after their previous pioneering era.

"Unfortunately, we are the only ones who witnessed this scene." Dantioch also looked at the dark night sky.

His eyesight was much better than Luo Xi's, and he seemed to be able to vaguely see some flickering spots of light that were accelerating at a slow speed.

Those exploration ships are not equipped with subspace engines at all. They will simply rely on navigation programs and physics engines to carry out the task of crossing the starry sea.

The only ones who witnessed this scene were the Space Marines and mortals who stayed in Sosa with Roche.

Nikona Sharokin's eyes were glowing. His eyes, as deep as the Milky Way, were looking at the increasingly blurred points of light, as if he was imagining that he could also drift away on a ship.

Only he himself knew that although the fire of hatred for traitors would never go out, Sharokin was tired of endless killing and war.

The melancholy unique to the Son of Corax planted a dream in Sharokin's heart to wander to the end of the universe.

If one day the war no longer needs him, Nikonna will ask Roche to give him a starship from which he will never return, and embark on a journey into the unknown.

Of course, Sharokin was also well aware that this would be an unattainable luxury dream. The dream of reviving the Great Crusade had been shattered, and the Emperor's wish for unification would be as shattered as that flagship.

"I hope those ships can bring good news as soon as possible. Black Stone will be the key to our next plan."

Luo Xi also knew that this was a very naive idea. The Milky Way was too big. Even if there was a black stone mine on a planet, it would be very difficult to discover the existence of black stone.

This is a plan that is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"By the way, your exploration ships should all be equipped with self-destruct programs. If some alien civilizations get hold of those ships, there may be some trouble." Dantioch was worried about another aspect. As a genetic warrior created by the Emperor, he could not let go of his hatred for the aliens.

"Don't worry, I have entered the countermeasures into each ship's procedures."

Luo Xi smiled and said that he had considered this issue.

"There are countermeasures set up in the extremely simple computing core of the exploration ship. If the exploration ship is captured by some intelligent civilization, they will transmit the last navigation log and overload the antimatter engine to self-destruct."

He has always been trying to prevent human technology from being stolen by alien races. Not only him, but humans in the past also thought so.

Everywhere in the galaxy, there may be treasure heritage that can only be opened by human genes. Those are the safes left behind when humans first entered the universe.

Although those safes forgotten by history may not contain anything valuable, it feels like a 21st century ancient earthling has dug up some objects from the 19th century. Although they can be considered antiques, they are often not of much value.

"In fact, the STC also has the same concept. These precious technologies of mankind are often sealed in an observable object, and once its technological black box is forcibly opened and cracked, the internal protocol will immediately destroy the STC, preventing it from being cracked by some illegal organizations or aliens."

The War Blacksmith nodded in agreement. He did not stay outside for too long. Every minute and every second was precious. The sooner Pharos was cracked, the more hope there would be for humanity.

"Wait, do you know who is in charge of the orbital defense system that Macragge is currently refining?"

Roche shouted at Dantioch's back.

The blacksmith paused, and the heavy and bulky mark 3 steel power armor slowly turned around.

"Who?" Dantioch didn't know what Roche meant by this, but he instinctively felt that this guy was trying to make fun of him again.

Luo Xi is not a person who can endure loneliness and is not someone who can concentrate on doing something. Most of the time, he really looks like an ordinary man in his twenties who is keen on coming up with some new things.

He calls it the whole life.

This was the Warsmith's evaluation of Roche. Dantioch could not fully understand Roche's intention, but perhaps this could provide some pleasure to him?

In fact, Dantioch was already considered a type of Space Marine with relatively sensitive emotions. The Emperor's 19 biochemical operations had suppressed the Astartes' emotions almost to the point of indifference. Many Astartes had only war, killing and loyalty in their minds.

Luo Xi gave a mysterious smile, and then he spoke word by word.

"Remember his name, Alexis Polux, Primarch of the Imperial Fists, son of Rogal Dorn."

"Guilliman appointed him commander of the orbital defense system of the Macragge system, and asked him to conduct a comprehensive inspection and maintenance of the security measures of the royal palace and the planet."

"Why are you telling me this? I don't care. Who cares about the damn Imperial Fists?"

Dantioch turned around with a whoosh, and then returned to the Lord of the Pharos Facility at a faster pace than usual.

"I don't care!" A moment later, the roar of the war blacksmith came from the intricate pipe network of Faros, while Luo Xi held his stomach and laughed against the wall.

"FUCKING IMPERIAL FIST!"

The best way to goad an Iron Warrior is to compare him to the Imperial Fists, and vice versa.

(End of this chapter)