This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 255 Damn it, I'll kill you sooner or later! (Part 2)

Silent Oath - Joint Test Base
Even during the long voyage, research on future technologies, applications of existing technologies, and archaeological studies of past technologies continued uninterrupted.

After several days of commotion, the wolf cubs, having released their energy, finally quieted down and, led by the Dark Angel, marched in formation into the experimental base where new scientific research results were constantly being born.

The rune blacksmiths had already integrated themselves into the work, and their seemingly rough appearance revealed unimaginable patience as they began a long learning process of this new thing.

"Never doubt the professional competence of a great sage, the war blacksmith."

Sage Caul frowned, surrounded by countless instruments used to monitor mechanical activity and researchers bustling back and forth.

The addition of the Human Alliance provided the Great Sage with a considerable number of useful apprentices. These beings, whose spirit of exploration had not yet been maliciously destroyed by the galaxy, had a natural obsession with exploration. With just a little guidance, they would be reliable helpers in the research process.

"No, Great Sage, your understanding of mechanics still seems flawed to me."

Danteok crossed his arms, observing various parameters, while glancing out of the corner of his eye at the outside of the isolation chamber.

Outside the isolation chamber not far from him was his friend Polax from ten thousand years ago.

The first Chapter Commander of the Crimson Fist, who was known as a giant in the past and is now an ancient warrior as tall as the Primarch, saw that his old friend was still busy with his research and did not disturb him. He chose to wait quietly and was happy that his old friend was doing what he liked.

The work being conducted by Danteok and others concerns an important subspace argument in the field of wormholes in the Undercurrent Module.

In the center of the experimental chamber, an unstable energy vortex slowly rotated, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting, as if it were breathing.

"We have more stable older model components that can be used, so please don't let your imagination run wild on the details."

Luo He couldn't help but remind him.

"I believe mine is better; my material parameters have been optimized—"

With a sudden jerk of his robotic arm, the data stream was rearranged and recombined under his control, and a series of complex formulas appeared in the projection. His voice carried an undeniable confidence, yet also a hint of uncertainty.

For scientists, arguments seem to be like lubricant and seasoning, an indispensable part of life.

After all, they have their own research in their respective fields, and they have full confidence because of the brilliant achievements they have made in their respective research.

Therefore, when they get involved in the same project, if they encounter conflicts within certain professional areas, they will argue over even the smallest issues.

This involves their authority and dignity in their respective fields, and also carries a sense of 'truth becomes clearer through debate'.

In the past, in that era of pioneering exploration, countless novel scientific research projects and groundbreaking scientific achievements were inspired by repeated debates and then put into practice through countless more debates.

It can be said that the ability to argue based on reason is an essential quality for every accomplished scientist.

Kaur was no exception.

Unfortunately, over the past ten thousand years, there has been very little controversy surrounding Kaul.

The reason is simple: this great sage went too far.

The technical priests around him, including the Primal Forged Head he created, lacked certain qualities and simply regarded him as an authority figure, carrying out his orders.

Because this galaxy betrayed science, and due to external interference, the research and development of various new technologies in different worlds all failed, humanity's desire for exploration gradually declined over time.

Even today, there are very few scientists who still maintain caution and awe and continue to challenge the unknown.

Compared to academic exchanges that treat naval guns and technology as commodities, Kaul has not enjoyed such debates in a long time.

After the experiment, Kaul looked at his instrument, whose theoretical parameters were acceptable but whose reality was that it had been squeezed into a clump by the pressure of the subspace barrier, and fell into deep thought.

Perhaps he is not very talented in mechanical applications?
It can only be said that the development of science cannot be separated from communication and mutual verification.

It seems that Kaul has finally realized that he has been too imaginative in mechanical applications.

"How's the progress?"

Ramses suddenly popped his head out of the portal.

His sudden appearance startled several nearby servo skulls, causing them to spin around in panic and emit piercing alarms.

"It passed. All that's left is reliability testing. No external forces are needed to attack it."

Arthur, who had just been helping Caul shake the incense burner, reached out and grabbed Ramses's arm, pulling him out.

Burning incense is a tradition that has been around since the 2K era, so he doesn't mind it.

When he was programming his graduation thesis, he burned incense quite often, not to mention that in this era, burning incense and kowtowing can actually change the dice so that the higher of two options is chosen.

After passing the professional skills assessment, the first thing the Xinggang technicians do is learn how to burn incense and kowtow efficiently under the guidance of a mechanical priest.

"That works."

After shaking off the demonic fragments from his cloak, Ramses continued to observe the situation in the warp.

The psionic ripples spread out like ripples on water, simultaneously examining the soul projections of everyone present.

There's still no problem; they probably haven't come into Vashtor's or Tzeentch's sights.

"Were those technical documents not contaminated?"

Arthur asked again.

"Well, no."

Ramses shook his head. He had tried many demons, but none of them could break through the safe house's own blockade, perhaps because they were unaware of it.

Unlike the research by Kaul and others, Ramses is testing placing the technology inside the 'safe house' and using demons to forcefully attack it to see if the data can be protected from corruption.

The results are good so far, but it is still a long way from what both sides consider success.

In Ramses' vision, if they could truly guarantee the security of knowledge, then they could use a safe house as a base to create a forum similar to CNKI, which would be used to preserve knowledge and provide a platform for scientific researchers to exchange ideas.

The Mechanicus will definitely be replaced, but its members are scattered across the galaxy, and it's impossible to kill them all.

Therefore, once they had the opportunity to abolish the Mechanicus, the time travelers hoped to build a platform for these technologically advanced beings to communicate and further unite those 'scientific researchers'.

Although motorists are not fond of sharing due to doctrinal constraints.

But just as the Dawn Sector particularly likes to use junior civil servants from the Ministry of Government and the Ministry of Justice, those who can survive the ups and downs of the Empire's environment without turning down a job must have something special about them.

The fact that those mechanical priests were able to break through their bottlenecks in solitary research and evolve into pointed heads without taking the shortcut of subspace is enough to prove that these people are at least personally competent.

"However, our power at the subspace level is still too weak, and faster-than-light networking can only be achieved through the subspace."

Ramses couldn't help but complain. "Old Huang is out of his mind, Vashtor has taken the lion's share, and the last bit of inspiration and machinery has been divided up by Tzeentch and Plankton. Khorne has some in forging, and everything related to technological progress is now monopolized by the warp."

"Karna's attempt also ended in failure. Even with the help of worshipping gods in the warp, the entries simply wouldn't appear."

Ramses rubbed his head as he counted a series of questions.

Arthur nodded in agreement, recalling Karna's 'born of me' expression when faced with the research data, and then thinking that this was a propaganda illustration of the Church of Dawn regarding scientific ideas, he couldn't help but tighten his expression.

According to the propaganda of the Church of Dawn, Karna was naturally hailed as a usable warp entity.

Aside from emotions being converted into scores and fed back to believers, what remains are various conceptual terms, such as tolerance, burning, devouring darkness and anger, which also grant Karna extremely high combat stats.

Don't think this is outrageous.

If the transmigrators hadn't casually destroyed the Tau Empire's homeworld, then in the future, in the Damocles Sector, the humans united under the Tau Empire's banner would have, within two hundred years, worshipped the 'Supreme Goodness Path' and created a 'peaceful, inclusive, and gentle' warp entity called the Goddess Tawa.

This is the power of humanity!

It's no wonder that the four gods all like to exploit human faith; their scale is truly enormous.

As Ramses continued to capture demons, he enhanced the 'Formless Lord' element in the warp, making it much easier for him to roam the homelands of those chaotic, undifferentiated lesser gods.

The security of the safe house is certain, but how to build the firewall is a problem; Tzeentch and Vashtor are really difficult to deal with.

If someone were to sneak in online, it would be a disaster.

"No rush. Although Tzeentch is uncertain, we have a great chance with Vashtor."

Arthur comforted him.

Vashtor has been actively seeking the position of the fifth god in the warp, so his activities are the most frequent. In the future, he will also try to seize the Tuchucha Engine of the Dark Angels. They have plenty of time to lay their trap.

"I know."

Ramses nodded helplessly, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how to fix the firewall, but he couldn't come up with a solution.

Recalling the battles of wits and courage with various demons during this period, the escalating intensity of warp telecom fraud, the ever-growing demand in the real universe, and the continuous decline in the quality of demons in the park, a nameless anger suddenly arose.

Romulus's demands are already numerous, but the intensity is still increasing in the warp!
"Damn it, I'll kill you all sooner or later."
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"Formless and shapeless lord, I will kill you!!!"

In the warp, Vashtor looked at his Soul Forge, now in ruins due to the absence of a demon in a key position. The eternally burning furnace flames roared from its massive maw, which was covered in sharp mechanical parts.

"Owner."

The demon, who had been timidly manipulating various levers and allocating production resources under his command, was startled.

Sensing the further decline in efficiency, Vashtor couldn't help but strike the other person hard on the back with his mechanical scepter.

The demon's back exploded, and countless metals began to multiply, inflicting endless pain upon him.

It let out a painful howl, but did not stop working. Instead, with the help of its mechanical body, it moved faster and faster, while correcting the mistakes that kept appearing in its panic.

Such inferior products were only fit to be used as energy sources in the Demon Engine in the past!

Vashtor withdrew his gaze, thinking angrily.

But what can he do besides being angry?

He has not yet truly ascended to the throne of God; he is not qualified to receive the same reverence as the Lord of All Changes.

Those demons were never a part of him, and his methods were utterly ineffective in stopping their actions. Instead, his repeated helplessness only emboldened them to become more and more unscrupulous.

He couldn't even catch a glimpse of the other person.

Formless and without appearance, formless and without appearance.
Aside from knowing that the other party was addicted to impersonating humans and being able to catch a few clues about the other party in the real universe through the followers of the Mechanicus, Vashtor never managed to catch the guy once.

This left him with nothing but anger every time he suffered a huge loss.
Then continue to be angry!
Anyone who didn't know better would think he was a follower of the Blood God.

boom! ! !
Another violent explosion rang out, and Vashtor looked closely.

Those were nomadic units of the Tyranids.

They lurk within the ships under construction at the Soul Forge, including the Ark of Omens.

Because these ships were heading to the real universe, they needed to be protected from complete contamination by the subspace, so they naturally carried the Geller Sphere.

This is precisely why these relatively stable areas in the real world became the habitat of the swarm of Forge Zerg that invaded its own territory.

Vashtor failed to kill them all.

Now they've become too big to handle. Whenever Vashtor drags out the wrecked spaceships used as raw materials from the Sea of ​​Souls, these nomadic units, specially evolved by the swarm, enter them.

Even Vashtor himself didn't know how many ships these damned bugs had invaded.

And all this.
As he stomped on a proliferating worm that was gnawing on metal, a certain string in Vashtor's mind finally reached the brink of collapse.

'Lord of Iron, take it!'

He agreed to the deal with the Iron Lord and decided to hand over his followers to him.

A cold response came from the waves of the highest heavens, and a transfer of power in the real universe was thus completed.

Those followers will obey the Iron Lord's commands to achieve his desired goals. In the warp, the Iron Lord will provide him with technical and production support. Those Iron Warriors who have not yet been corrupted by demons can be put to good use.

And he
Vashtor! The Machine God! The true Om Messiah!
I will endure.

I am the one closest to the throne of God. I cannot waste my power before the right time arrives. My plan is still in the planning stages. The location of the Stone Fortress has not yet been determined. The ancient AI of prophecy has not been found. The bribery is complete.

I have a lot to do, and I can't act impulsively.

The throne of vicious arts must belong to me.

As long as you don't make any major mistakes.

After completing a series of psychological work, Vashtor began to patiently clean up the mess in the furnace of the soul.

Beside him was an empty mechanical lever interface, its gears spinning aimlessly. As the force that propelled it had somehow disappeared, its operation was becoming increasingly slow.

"Damn it, I'll kill you sooner or later!"

　P.S.: I was a bit busy today, so I just combined 4K and HD into one video. No need to wait tonight, sob sob.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)