This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 276 Why don't you sit down and help me handle government affairs?
"Quiet."

Kaur is analyzing technology in front of a giant facility.

The biological sages here have all been "invited" away. With the technical templates provided by Lord Karna, he can quickly crack these rejuvenation techniques.

“Based on the technology of the Blood Spirits, those necromancers who awoke early sought out these people in their quest for physical resurrection.”

Tarasin explained it simply.

That's truly heretical technology.

However, considering that the biological sages here came from the Eighth Underworld, it makes perfect sense.

Huangquan No. 8, a notorious technological heretic, has extremely close ties with various alien species, and even established a friendship with an Eldar Ark world. It even dared to openly draw the Eldar symbol on its planetary emblem. If it weren't for its strength, it would have been wiped out by Mars long ago.

After verifying the technology and confirming that it could be replicated, Kaul unplugged the data cable with little interest.

It's not that he looked down on the technology. The Vigilant Star, a rejuvenation technology that could allow people to live for nearly five hundred years without any mechanical modifications, would have been something he coveted ten thousand years ago.

After all, if we want to go any further, we can only resort to mechanical modifications or some unorthodox methods, which would undoubtedly cross the red line for the vast majority of people.

Kaul had no choice but to completely transform himself into an iron man.

However, since the Primarchs had given the answers in advance, Caul, who was only responsible for technical verification and had lost the fun of exploring, couldn't muster much interest.

As the creator of the Primitive Space Marines, and even the "Primitive Head" who incorporated the bloodlines of twenty Legions including himself, his authority in the field of biology is beyond question.

This visit is merely to provide a security endorsement for this technology at the request of the Primarch.

Primarch
His gaze fell on the empty culture tank in front of him.

Sometimes, Kaul really couldn't understand why Primarchs existed in the world—especially these four that had recently appeared.

Aside from their extraordinary physical abilities, their unbelievable skills far exceed all the knowledge accumulated by Kaul over the past ten thousand years.

"Honestly, have you ever tried copying the original?"

Tarachin suddenly asked.

Kaul's electronic eyes blinked, and after thinking for a while, he replied:
“I tried, but failed. The technology that the Ommiscia used to create Primarchs has long been lost, and I do not possess the wisdom of the Ommiscia.”

Tarachin tilted his head, the metal mask reflecting a cold light.

"What if we solve the subspace part?"

“The study of subspace is not as controllable as the laws of the physical universe, and I do not believe I can get the results I want.”

Caul replied calmly, with a hint of warning:

"So a long time ago, I stopped doing pointless research."

"OK then."

Tarasin sounded somewhat regretful.

“I tried to clone Fabius’s brain, and wanted to clone other collections, but it is clear that the brain did not inherit Fabius’s own talent.”

"Ah."

Kaul nodded noncommittally.

He knew that a clone of Forgrim lay in Tarasim's collection cabinet, and he was even more aware that this ancient necromancer overlord had never been satisfied with just that.

If he hadn't been unable to defeat those early-stage crews, he would have easily taken all the Primarch remains, including Guilliman's.

And now he seems to be planning something new.

"I advise you not to try. The four adults are definitely not as simple as you guess."

Kaul had a premonition that the true nature of these four was beyond his comprehension.

Kaul was curious, but he didn't intend to delve into it.

That's a bit impolite, and it's dangerous.

Therefore, he suppressed his curiosity, did not dwell on what the other party was, and fulfilled the Primarchs' reasonable requests.

Tarachin's mask tilted slightly, making a thoughtful metallic scraping sound, but he ultimately did not continue the topic.
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A standard imperial hive world.

Looking through the exquisite ecological park at the storms and acid rain that blot out the sky over the wasteland, Romulus made this judgment.

He was currently sitting in the office belonging to the planetary governor, dealing with a mountain of official documents.

"Great Lord" Denos Agamenus is dead, and this troubled universe is rid of another scourge. As for the Vigilant Planet, Romulus chose the swiftest and most decisive approach.

Stabilize the still-mining Yellow Springs VIII, establish communication with the Imperial State Religion, then wipe out all the sector nobles and directly take over the rule of the Mortwald hive.

Previously, there weren't enough people to handle governance, so stability was the priority. Now, the Dawn Sector's five-year plan has already gone through two phases, and there are still a lot of civil servants waiting to work in the Dawn Fleet's rest area.

Political games? What are those?
Now is not the critical moment of the opening of the Great Rift, and Romulus does not need to play it safe like Guilliman and use those insects with a heavy heart. After all, if the Empire were to be attacked again, it might have been completely wiped out.

The Empire has just welcomed back four Primarchs, and the great victory of the Dawn Expedition has laid the foundation for the relatively stable environment of the Limitless Starfield that continues to this day.

The reforms in the special economic zone have begun to show results. The fiscal transfer payments from the Great Vortex Star Sector to the Sun Star Region have silenced the High Lord. The situation is now very good, except for some minor troubles in the Sun Star Region.

If I don't kill you all now, am I supposed to wait two hundred years to disgust me?
Of course, it's not like these nobles have no way to survive. Look at the former planetary governor who ran away with his cash flow; he's doing quite well. In the interstellar age, Romulus wouldn't be interested in your little bit of money.

Moreover, he thought this Seanie Agamenus was quite nice.

It takes a lot of people to climb to this position and then give up. There's an old saying in Terra: "A wise man knows when to yield." Being able to recognize the situation at a critical moment is also a kind of talent.

Let's take a closer look at her performance in the Ministry of the Interior. If she's truly capable, she could be promoted.

As for this "Great Lord of the Castle," he's a true heavyweight.

It belongs to the Primarch who left the galaxy ten thousand years ago and forgot the strength of the political, religious, and military dictatorship.

Of course, he didn't realize that he was being taken down by a judge.

The Primarch simply made the outcome of this matter quite ordinary.

An imperial nobleman who couldn't see the bigger picture died, and that was that.

click -

The office's metal door hinges clicked softly as they slid slowly open to the sides.

Romulus looked up from the mountain of data panels, his deep red eyes sweeping over the person who approached before falling back down indifferently to continue reviewing the documents.

"We are able to support the continued application of rejuvenation technology and promote its use."

Karna handed the report from Kaul to Delacroix.

"Then there was communication with Huangquan No. 8. Given that they did not have any direct conflict with us during the handover of the gene research institute."

"We intend to trade with them for Blackstone application technology and provide a world with Blackstone deposits in exchange for Huangquan No. 8's technical and military support, as well as production in Hongbei Casting City under Huangquan No. 8's rule."

"The specific procedures were overseen by the Great Sage Tarasin, with off-site assistance provided by the Sage of Domination, Belisarius Kaul."

Kaul has always been the type to avoid trouble, and he won't participate in academic exchanges with other tech enthusiasts unless absolutely necessary.

However, Talassin is just a fun-loving person. Now that he's allied with the Dawnwing, he's openly roaming around the Empire, and who knows how much he's secretly stolen.

However, there are advantages to being right under their noses. At least the head of the saint, Sebastian Thor, has been returned by Tarasin and is now being housed as a relic in a giant art installation outside the Dawn Star Ring orbit.

Originally, everyone was thinking of giving him a proper burial and sending him to Terra to be placed in a coffin along with his body. However, the saint appeared on the spot and said that he wanted to contribute to the Primarch's cause. Everyone could only complain about the Emperor and then respect his opinion.

"There may be some academic exchanges during the process, so please don't worry, everyone."

After reading Tarasin's report with a tense expression, Karna looked around.

The office remained solemn and deserted, with only a few iron guards standing like sculptures silently guarding the corner.

These battle-hardened warriors haven't fought since the battle to defend Pierard's hive.

"Speaking of Ramses and Arthur..."

Karna suddenly spoke.

"I haven't seen them for several days."

"Of course you can't see them."

Romulus slammed the pen on the table with a "click," looked up, and his sharp gaze pierced through like a knife.

The Regent issued a stern criticism of the Third Reich's biggest street hustler.

"Not everyone has the free time to wander around like you. Why don't you sit down and help me with the government affairs?"

Karna paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the stack of documents that almost touched the ceiling, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

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(End of this chapter)