This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 288 You've messed with me, you've kicked a hornet's nest.
Vigilant Star, Hyperion Nest City, Eagle Council Government District, Romulus's Office
The heavy oak door opened slowly, driven by a silent hydraulic system. Arthur, guided silently by the invincible Iron Guard, entered the room, nodded slightly to Romulus, and then led Ramses to the spectator seats.

The two newcomers watched coldly from the side as the Vigilant Star Forging Supervisor, Voschi, who had just been summoned, was given a summons.

"Someone's going to die."

The wise man Vossich felt extremely uncomfortable.

He just couldn't understand it. These Primarchs had more than enough combat power to raid Agrippina's house, so why were they torturing him, a forging supervisor sent from another region?

So, he's the softest one, right?

I'm telling you, if you kick me—

"It's really not easy to see you, Sage Voschi."

Romulus greeted him casually, a half-smile playing on his lips, and addressed the Sage of Forging.

He flipped through the documents Azrael had submitted, thinking to himself that these dark angels had finally come along and were much less troublesome.

This forging supervisor only emerged after Tarachin had dealt with all his fellow tomb raiders.

Of course, if he hadn't emerged after the 'armed handover of management rights incident' in Hongbei Nest City, he would probably be buried in the black stone veins beneath the Dragon Nest City by now.

"You're too kind, sir."

Sage Voschi hurriedly and cautiously replied, while adjusting his posture.

Make sure the servo skeleton behind you doesn't crush the cushion made of rare animal hide beneath you.

“During our initial communications, I promised you that once the situation in the Hongbei District was officially stabilized, I would personally invite you to come and provide guidance. How could I possibly refuse to see you?”

His voice carried a hint of deliberate humility.

You've hit a brick wall.

Romulus was not one to hold grudges; at least he didn't make an example of the foundry manager, who hadn't undergone much physical modification, by giving him a small stool to sit on because of the conflict.

Romulus was annoyed by these guys who liked to wait and see, but he could understand them to some extent.

The instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm is human nature.

After all, with such a large and powerful organization, it would be disastrous if they bet on someone who couldn't handle things. Therefore, it's inevitable that Dawnwing would want to flex its muscles to gain support.

At the very least, you have to prove that following you will lead to victory; otherwise, you'll lose everything if you fail.

The foundry supervisor was quite good; he was humane in his approach to things, good at communication, had a clear understanding of himself, and was flexible in his thinking.

"Then I wonder if I still have the authority to provide guidance?"

He raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying a hint of probing.

"You're too kind, sir."

Sage Voschi was startled. He instinctively leaned forward, adopting a humble posture, fearing that he would be beheaded on the spot for the crime of 'attempting to grant power to the Primarch'.

"What's the point of talking about whether or not one has an inherent right?"

The interests of Huangquan No. 8 belong to Huangquan No. 8, but his life and the city he forged belong to him.

Those dark angels showed no mercy when cutting down other sages; the forging director of Starport was killed on the spot.

"Ah."

Romulus nodded in satisfaction, once again feeling that they had made the right decision to piggyback on the Primarch's identity.

He then presented a detailed document and pushed it across the table to the sage Vossich.

"check it out."

The other party did not get up. The aura of the mechanical prosthetic eye slightly contracted, and then looked at Ernesto de la Cruz standing to the side with a pleading look.

De la Cruz then stepped forward, his precision-engineered power boots leaving a slight indentation on the carpet, and presented the heavy document to the sage Vosschi with both hands.

"Haha~"

This attitude made Ramses laugh.

As expected of a future sage who could trick the Dark Angel into going to the Watchtower to wipe out the Fallen Angels and still escape unscathed, and even obtain ancient technology to achieve his own goals, his physique is truly impressive.

Survived!

Damn it, these politicians are all corrupt!

Extending his slightly trembling mechanical prosthetic arm, the Sage Voschi took the document. He cursed inwardly, but outwardly he carefully reviewed the contents of the document.

Upon seeing the first message, he instinctively couldn't maintain his composure.

I. Recycling Strategy for Hongbei Casting City
The Dawn Wings will comprehensively formulate clear policy boundaries and directly control personnel appointments and production projects in the casting city. During the takeover of the Hongbei casting city, the policy of "original position, original salary, and original system" will be adopted for technical positions to ensure stable production order.

Dawnwing will subsequently conduct a detailed review of each Mechanic, gradually implementing production reforms to transform them into individuals who meet Dawnwing's standards.

Why don't you start your own mechanical engineering school and call it Dawn Wings?

Sage Voschi twitched the corner of his mouth, inwardly grumbling.

They were allies of the Empire, not subordinates, yet they ended up as lowly laborers at Dawnwing.

"The Wings of Dawn must lead everything."

Romulus's voice suddenly rang out.

He keenly sensed the dissatisfaction of the sage Vossich.

"The mechanical engineering department has been lax for too long."

This is a matter of principle.

What's the point of having something you can't even control? If it were a thousand years earlier, they would have actually planned to build their own architecture.

Romulus sighed inwardly. There was no end to the war; they couldn't just push these people to the brink of chaos.

For now, we can only make do with the existing empire system and patch things up, waiting for an opportunity to resolve everything through a civil war in the future.

"I see."

Upon hearing this, Sage Voschi quickly nodded, composed himself, and continued reviewing the documents, preparing to see what would happen before deciding whether he wanted to keep his life.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw the rest.

The later terms were indeed much milder and had fewer requirements.

It was nothing more than a necessary technology exchange. Dawnwing not only promised to provide a range of cutting-edge technology support, but also generously issued production licenses for a variety of ancient technology weapons, including the MK10 series equipment, the super-heavy vehicles "Cut Blade" and "Flying Blade".

He carefully checked the list of technical parameters. He was amazed by the comprehensiveness of these production technologies. As the data stream refreshed like a waterfall on the retinal projection, he was already quickly calculating the profit margin in his mind.

Because the Mechanicus likes to keep things hidden, apart from completely open-source technologies like the Land Raiders, most of the other forging worlds, except for the shipbuilding industry, are crippled.

Some can repair a chassis, some can build a cannon, and some can even install a superheated plasma launcher on the chassis of the Leman Rustank.

Forging worlds like Agrippina, capable of independently supporting the logistics of the entire Cardia War Zone, are extremely rare in the entire galaxy.

Moreover, technologies such as the volcano cannon of the scimitar and the explosive cannon of the flying blade are extremely excellent technological reserves.

They could then disassemble them and install them into privately owned armed vehicles, and incorporate them into the organization of the Christian Guard, which would greatly enhance their strength.

'The Primarch is quite generous, giving it STC directly.'

Sage Voschi suddenly realized that the jujubes were quite delicious and there was no need to court death.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of gratitude towards his colleagues who took the blows for him.

To be fair, if Voschi hadn't lacked the technical expertise to build large warships and hadn't had such a weak relationship with the knight families and Titan forces, he could probably have become the next forging director just by returning to Huangba with those skills.

Yes, it would be a waste to equip the Astragalus with vehicles like the scimitars and throwing blades, which are practically relics. Imperial officials also wouldn't agree to give these high-quality items to the peasants, since if these people were to rebel, they might cause a major disaster for the suppression forces.

But they can sell them to other casting worlds!

Conflicts between various forging worlds often involve Titan Orders, Knight Families, and the like, making these anti-Titan super-heavy vehicles, which only require a few people to operate, highly sought after.

Since the empire has no use for it anyway, they can use it to fight a civil war.

Secondly, there's this technical exchange platform.

Sage Voschi scratched his forehead, not quite understanding what this thing was.

The traditional system of succession within the mechanical cult is usually an apprenticeship system.

Huang Ba is relatively out of the loop, so it hides even more thoroughly. After all, it's okay on Huang Quan Ba's home territory, but if it comes out and gets spotted by Mars, the other side will take it down.

Back then, every bit of hiding meant a better chance of survival.

Internal technical exchanges are usually conducted through transactions or wars.

"Sir, I don't quite understand this proposal."

Woskey pretended not to understand and pointed to the proposed plan for building the technical exchange platform.

Although Vosschi actually understands the concept of open source, he is even more aware that the hidden dangers of open source go far beyond what is visible on the surface.

While the distribution of profits is crucial, and each casting world pays considerable attention to this, it is a secondary issue compared to the potential chain reaction it could trigger.

Even in ten thousand years, it's impossible for all sages to care about so-called interests, but even pure scientific researchers like Caul hold a rather cautious attitude towards the spread of technology.

The first issue is personal safety.

The skills that a motorist possesses are literally related to his life and fortune. If his enemies find out what he's got, he won't even know how he died.

Another issue is that it easily attracts jealousy and resentment. Open-source technology can easily harm the interests of other forging worlds that have mastered this technology, and without some strength, it is difficult to survive physical attacks from the other side.

Secondly, there is the subspace problem.

The inspiration and creative concepts surrounding mechanics are monopolized by numerous subspace entities, and the Cult of Mechanics must rely on the Om Messiah faith to protect itself, let alone that knowledge.

Open source means frequent communication, which means that publishers will be under more scrutiny, and that chaos can interfere.

Both problems are fatal, which is why mechanical repair societies have become increasingly conservative over time.

Until these two problems can be solved and the safety of the vast majority of researchers can be guaranteed, the so-called open source is just empty talk.

"We have considered this issue."

Romulus listened to Voschi's explanation and nodded in understanding.

It's inevitable that there will be many problems; they are still in the exploratory stage, and everything can only progress as the experiments continue.

But that's okay. He just needs to sell a concept first, show the good side, arouse interest, and point out the future path.

"You can take a look at this system first."

Empty talk only makes people laugh; only tangible things can move these wise men who are concerned with gains and losses.

Romulus gestured to Ramses.

The wizard wearing a golden mask nodded immediately, pointed his rune-inlaid fingertips in the air, and then turned. The soul circuits swirling behind him rotated in sync as if being turned by a key, and ripples of dark blue energy spread through the air.

Almost at the same moment, the scene before the Sage Voschi's eyes completely changed.

An unprecedented clarity suddenly enveloped him.

　P.S.: I'm updating this chapter first, there will be more later, I'll write them slowly tonight, I can easily write 10,000 words a day.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)