This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 212 How to Solve Internal Problems
That's why we need to break the monopoly.

Karna nodded in deep agreement.

He certainly understood the seriousness of the problem: resources, technology, and military power were all firmly controlled by a few forces, and they had to break through.

"If you think there are no problems, I'll sign the contract."

"Ask Romulus about non-military diplomacy."

Arthur replied.

“I asked them all.”

"That works."

"Okay, I'll take advantage of the large number of pilgrimage ships during this period and settle the first few orders."

Without the support of a production capacity world, they had to find another way. Soul materialization technology became the most convenient alternative at the moment. Although it was more expensive and time-consuming than setting up production lines, it could at least solve their immediate problem.

Thanks to the State Religion's immense wealth, the equipment and supplies they currently require are cutting-edge items such as force feedback armor. In terms of quality, exchanging them directly using soul materialization is acceptable.

If the Imperial Navy or the Charter Fleet came knocking, they really wouldn't have a chance; wasting resources would be too costly and not worth it.

However, these problems can all be resolved in the future.

Once they officially take over the sector, everything will be on track.

The four of them are like walking industrial machines; as long as the training of skilled workers keeps up, it's only a matter of time before their production capacity explodes.

"Also, the meeting has confirmed that our base is located in the central part of the Extreme Starfield, um—now called the Dawn Starfield. The Mechanicus is probably going to cause us trouble there."

Karna then produced another document, which contained some of the consensus reached between Romulus and the High Lords' representatives regarding the Mechanicus issue during their negotiations.

The world has suffered under the influence of the Mechanic Church for too long. Although the High Lords were timid at the meeting, the bias shown by the State Church still conveyed a message.

At least the State Church hopes that the four Primarchs can win this game, and of course they are confident that they can afford to lose.

After all, it is the only organization in the High Lords Council that has instigated a large-scale civil war within the Empire.

Van Diehl seized power during the Apostolic Age, throwing the Empire into chaos and causing damage far exceeding that of Abaddon's first twelve Black Crusades.

However, the state religion did not decline as a result; on the contrary, its status became more secure.

As for why the state religion has always been able to maintain control over important departments within the empire despite its ups and downs.

the reason is simple.

Because in this chasm of the universe, the vast majority of Imperials can only survive by relying on faith.

However, the state religion has not been entirely inactive.

At Romulus's request, they have begun relocating the nunneries who train clerks and servants in the Limit Starfield to the Shrine World in the Dawn Starfield.

These nuns, who have undergone rigorous education and training in loyalty, are the best option for grassroots civil servants.

"As expected."

Arthur kept reviewing various contingency plans in his mind.

If both sides want to break away from the mechanical religion and develop independently, then conflict between them is inevitable in the future.

The Wings of Dawn will not accept the existence of such a technological warlord within their territory, and the Cult of Mechanics will not allow its increasingly stable position, built up over millennia, to be challenged.

The high lords, on the other hand, were fanning the flames.

On one hand, they hoped that the Primarch could tear a hole in the Cult of Mechanics.

On the one hand, because the Empire now relies on the Mechanicus in every aspect, they can only provide support in all aspects except for practical support.

Oh, we can still give people, after all, the Empire has so many people that the high lords have never really taken it seriously.

Karna took the opportunity to review the various contingency plans, since he would be the one leading the troops into battle.

After reading it, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Are we going to farm or go to war?"

"Farming and fighting can go hand in hand."

Arthur replied calmly.

"I feel like you're losing your sense of humor."

"The humor module is being used by the work system."

Arthur closed the encrypted text, the metal clasp making a crisp "click" sound. He looked up at Karna and added expressionlessly, "I'm busy, I don't have time for humor."

"This serious attempt at telling a dry joke still has a pretty strong flavor."

Karna was aware of the pressure Arthur was under; he had always been the one responsible for supporting the team, and now he also had to lead the scattered First Legion, ready to engage the Mechanicus at any time.

"Ah, the First Legion."

Karna's tone carried a hint of mockery.

Ten thousand years ago, those visible or invisible hands, spreading with the military might of the empire, began to greedily seize all the wealth belonging to humankind.

The Dark Angels were entrusted with an important mission by the Emperor, serving as the Damocles' Blade hanging over the head of the Mechanicus, but before they could fall many times, the Legion itself broke them.

Nowadays, the Dark Angels only know how to use the forbidden technologies in their inventory and hunt down fallen angels all over the galaxy. Their technical sergeants have to go to Mars for training, and they have completely forgotten their mission.

It did successfully complete the empire's transformation of its attitude towards the 'privileged class' from barely curbing them, to not cracking down on them, and then to protecting or even condoning them.

This directly led to the rapid development of this malignant tumor within the body.

If the Lion King had made one right move throughout the entire rebellion, they wouldn't be facing this situation now.

In the past, when reading various literary works, I would often use the plot to justify the characters in the books and criticize the novelists for not understanding reality.

But now that I'm actually inside this work, looking at these balls of yarn in front of me that I can't cut but also want to strangle, sometimes I really want to strangle the genius who caused all of this.

These problems shouldn't have been their responsibility in the first place, but now that everyone's done fighting the bugs, they're going to have to clear mines inside the Empire.

“It will be better.” Arthur stood up and, after Calgar and the representatives of the various sub-groups representing their respective parent groups submitted their opinions, presented another document.

"On the Establishment of a Training Framework for Special Units such as Think Tanks, Pharmacists, and Their Technical Sergeants"

"Uh, sir."

Calga flipped through a series of forms and couldn't help but ask.

"Isn't what you're doing a little too obvious?"

What's the difference between what you're doing and riding on the face of the mechanical engineer and slapping him?
"They don't care whether I restrain myself or not, they only care whether I am powerful."

How can you bring the Space Marines, this violent organization, under your control if it's not obvious?
If the Primarchs don't even fight for the power of the Space Marines, who are extensions of their will, how can you expect them to fight for you?
Arthur continued to give each warband a chance to discuss the matter and then gather opinions from all sides.

The Astartes communicated with each other efficiently.

Arthur mainly introduced the details of the training process to the Astartes.

For example, should those technical sergeants who have been trained on Mars and believe in the Om Messiah be allowed to undergo retraining, or are there any requirements regarding the faith of the trainees?

The Wings of Dawn believe in education for all, and anyone who can fight for humanity and remains loyal is welcome to join.

Hopefully, Roch and the others can get ready soon.

Arthur thought to himself.

He had always felt that using the Astartes simply as weapons was a huge waste, and using the First Legion as weapons was an even greater waste.

The First Army is a truly comprehensive template.

They are capable of so much.

Genes, industry, scientific research.

Starting with the Space Marines, the faction they could most easily win over, the Dawnwings had to facilitate a complete decoupling of the forces under their control from the Mechanicus.

In the conference hall, Romulus observed the expressions of the delegates.

They all showed surprise, seemingly astonished that Dawnwings were not prepared to treat the Mechanicus as human beings.

Sooner or later, the Cult of Mechanics, local nobles, and most institutions within the Empire will all be subject to the iron fist. These monopolistic entities must play their proper role under the control of a strong government.

Romulus recalled the children's gestures, a smile playing on his lips.
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'I knew it. '

Huron looked at a series of training programs.

The intention was entirely to liberate the Space Marines, and even humanity as a whole, from the constraints of a monopolistic institution, and instead place them under centralized management by a power unit at the Primarch level. He couldn't help but smile.

Centralized power—what a wonderful word! Countless ambitious people have tried to achieve it, but all have failed.

Now, the Primarchs are exploring, combining existing conditions, to continuously explore a completely new path.

What's the big deal about his little squabbles?

This is a truly great person.
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"It seems that it will still be some time before it can be put into practical use."

Inside the towering metal building, the Dark Angel—Steelwing Grandmaster Roch—stared at the enormous engine before him.

This engine covers almost the entire rear storage area of ​​a battleship.

"This will be completed, no matter how long it takes."

Kaur was calculating the engine's data.

The Tau Empire's Subsurface Module is only just getting started under the guidance of the Space Dwarves. Although there is a theoretical prototype built based on the principles, it is still quite a distance from practical application.

He gazed at the engine, a strange feeling telling him that he was creating something entirely new.

Ten years? Ten thousand years? You never know how long it will take you.

True exploration never considers time limits; as the ancient sages said, the journey itself is the source of the joy.

But his fellow clergy had long forgotten this.

They fear innovation, are obsessed with copying, and constantly make mistakes in the process; they have only a superficial understanding of what they copy, but never think of creating anything new.

'And I create.'

This idea stirred within his complex thought process.

Everything can be improved, and if it cannot be improved, then something better should be created—this should be the primary driving force of human technology.

His colleagues were always lamenting lost knowledge and spending their lives digging up relics of the past.

But they did not understand that the most precious thing that humanity lost during the long dark years was not the STC template or ancient technology, but the spirit of exploration and research.

Without it, science would cease to exist.

Those foolish priests will never understand this and will kill me for what I have said, but there will always be someone different.
Kaul's gaze swept over the complex energy conduits on the engine's surface, where a faint blue fluorescence flickered.

At the other end of this steel palace, the first batch of Space Marines trained by special units, as well as outstanding technical workers from various professional fields within the Dawn Fleet, began to gather and embark on a long-term training program under the systematic assignment of the Dark Angels.

On many other ships, the education system, which has been continuously improved and upgraded since they first met, continues to operate steadily, consistently supplying the fleet with high-quality personnel.

The four Primarchs are forging a new order.

If at first Kaul harbored some resentment towards Dawnwing for being a technology thief, he has now let it go.

Because everything he created will not be tarnished in the hands of the Wings of Dawn, nor will it be lost because of his death.

'They, too, are creating.'

Kaul's mechanical eye contracted slightly, forever recording this moment in his core memory.

This will be the beginning, and in the future, from the moment they step into the stars again, there will be a continuous stream of challenges.

Will the iron fist of the conservatives continue to control the empire, or will these innovative souls pave a new path?

Let's see who wins this time.

　P.S.: It's 8 PM tomorrow too, time is tight and the task is heavy, I can't write it earlier, sorry.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)