This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 514 Just Waiting for the Order

Amighidodton, the northern wasteland, the headquarters of the Cult of Mechanics.

This is a towering structure embedded in the far north, with the edge of the sky as its point of contact and lava from the earth's crust as its support, spanning tens of kilometers in height.

clang!
When information is transformed into organized physical energy, it is launched from the massive warship, penetrates the thunderclouds of weather weapons, and pours into the dazzling tower. The Martian sage Pascal receives the signals transmitted from the sky, and his compound eyes, which have long been modified into bionic mechanical eyes, scan the surroundings.

Everywhere he looked, there were the names of the senior workers of the Om Messiah sacred factory and their wives and children, those who had met Om Messiah, those families who did not survive, the dead, the missing, and those who could not be contacted.

Call ~
The pressure relief valve releases high-pressure gas from under the mask.

"Close the population statistics list."

"The Martian Sage commanded."

The painful handwriting has disappeared.

He began receiving the remaining information.

"May the god of machines grant me a goal today."

He muttered, his deep voice barely concealing his murderous intent.

The beast in his mind expressed its agreement with a sympathetic roar.

Unfortunately, no matter how much this Martian sage wanted to retaliate against the enemies with guns and cannons, as a member of the Tech Sages in the New Era classification, this sage needed all the War Sages to perish in order to be able to personally witness the events.

The Tower of the Primordial is in relatively good condition. Due to the harsh environment and the availability of weather weapons, very few greenskins are able to invade it.

"Our counterattack group is rushing towards the 'Bonebreaker' combat group. The network delivery plan can be initiated."

Beside him, a sage, dressed in a long, gold-red robe, stood more upright than the other sages who often appeared hunched over due to excessive modifications, and replied.

As sages guarding the Tower of the Beginning, their main task is to provide technical support to the various resistance organizations in Amegiddon, to rescue, preserve, and upload important technologies. Other than that, there is nothing else for them to worry about.

Click~
The machine spirit in his mind conveyed a sense of sympathy, and the Sage Pascal, having received the message simultaneously, quickly began to allocate computing power.

Sage Pascal came from Mars. Forty years ago, Mars sent purging fleets to various planets outside the Dawn system under the pretext of 'maintaining the purity of the Om Messiah faith'. Its purpose was to deter the Forging World Organizations that threatened Mars by siding with the Wings of Dawn.

This includes rebellious worlds like Huangquan VIII, Riza, and Lucius, which have been subjected to countless economic sanctions by Mars, as well as forging worlds with slightly lower invasiveness, such as Ras Star, Steel Ball, and Agrippina.

Pascal was one of them.

He was sent to Amigiddon primarily to deter and monitor the Yomiuri 8 and Agrippina's joint research team that were entrenched there, and incidentally to prevent Mars from disobeying the High Lords Council's orders to move away from Ulanoro for long-term research and to secretly rename it Amigiddon.

Ironically, the sage Pascal, who was supposed to be the watcher, was quickly influenced by the local academic atmosphere and, seduced by knowledge, integrated himself well into this large family.

Pascal prefers his current life.

Here, he was able to secure sufficient funding based on his academic abilities, and then devote himself wholeheartedly to his research.

Instead of building a defense force to protect oneself before proving one's academic abilities, preventing colleagues or superiors from threatening to steal one's papers, or materially eliminating oneself and thus losing the opportunity for advancement.

Then, use your academic abilities to build connections, establish your own factory, organize a fleet to serve you, and prepare for even greater financial and resource consumption.

Next, you'll need to excavate those ancient ruins that have been scattered throughout the galaxy since the War of Heaven. Because of the strong religious atmosphere of the Mechanicus, not many people will share their knowledge for free. You can only rely on yourself to uncover those secrets deep in the universe.

Therefore, you need to build a larger armed force to ensure your needs are met.

This directly creates a vicious cycle.

This is too exhausting for a scholar who only wants to pursue the truth.

In order to explore the unknown, he even had to play the roles of a relatively successful agent, businessman, politician, military strategist, explorer, and so on, before he could glimpse a secret.

It is no wonder that most sages tend to take their important skills to the grave rather than generously share them.

Making someone pay for it without any compensation truly tests the level of progress in human sociology.

But then again.

As a member who directly benefits from Dawnwing's open-source advantages, Sage Pascal wholeheartedly supports the other party in streamlining the structure of the Mechanicus, completing the differentiation of professions, optimizing the selection system, reducing the survival pressure on Mechanicus Sages, and providing them with a good employment environment.

Logically speaking, this method is actually quite easy to exploit loopholes.

After all, the technology evaluation agencies on many planets within the Empire are not exactly unadulterated. Theoretically, even as a policy of an interstellar empire, they are highly competitive. However, when implemented by people, they become a complete mess.

But a God who can respond can solve all problems.

Even now, with the Greenskins at his doorstep and no army at his disposal, Pascal isn't necessarily panicking.

At worst, I'll report to Om Messiah and become the Emperor Engine.

Good is good.

Of course, the Cult of Mechanics has a strict hierarchy, especially in a developed forging world like Mars. Sages who can emerge from Mars are generally not ordinary people. Even a sage like him, who was sent out, which is almost like being exiled, is usually someone who possesses unique skills or deadly black technology.

Don't be fooled by Pascal's current lack of weaponry; he may be the smallest sage besides the Dawn Sage. Who knows, the wooden box he's currently holding might contain some kind of brutal black technology, like a radiation projection device or a black hole horizon bomb.

crunch~
The high-pitched, frantic screams of the sensors and the strange gasps of electromagnetic induction sounded both distant and near. They wailed like the pained voices of humans for a moment, then returned to deathly silence. Sometimes they were high-pitched like songs, and then they were like fishbone stuck in the throat. Electronic interference, synthesized audio, slightly damaged data and sensor noises intertwined.

In addition, there are occasional small segments of invalid code that pop up amidst the harsh noise.

Pascal, who was already used to this, remained unmoved, ignoring the strange noises that he could feel, and watched as the box containing information about various star systems was sent into subspace.

[Advanced access request detected; currently undergoing manual review.]

A panel popped up.

Spiritual Net.

The technology that originated from the Dawn Galaxy is now widely used in various development zones.

One of these platforms stores a vast amount of knowledge, allowing users to download and upload knowledge, register public information, create personal accounts, and provide scholars with services such as academic exchange, computing power support, and remote material distribution.
The firmware is sent into the subspace through a chaotic sacrifice ritual. After being verified by the personnel responsible for receiving it, it is sent to the receiving area. After being verified again, it can directly connect to the sacrificer to provide computing power.

This way, the sage himself doesn't have to rack his brains. I heard that on a certain planet that was cooperating with the Black Temple to fight against the Greenskin invasion, a sage had his brain burned out because he forcibly activated the General Cannon during a crisis.

Its computing power comes from a super AI in the capital of the Dawn Star Sector, and is controlled by another emotional AI that is said to be built with human consciousness as its main body.

[Verification successful. ID 106980, Pascal, Second-Class Academician of the Armageddon Academy of Engineering.]

A sacred, golden rift unfolded in his hand, and a blessing from the other side of the galaxy entered his consciousness through the portal. Boundless power descended, making him seem omnipotent in an instant.

As his consciousness entered a state of unprecedented clarity, Pascal revealed a look of longing.

As a sage of a relatively high level, he also knew that as early as ten thousand years ago, before Ohm Messiah issued the AI ​​ban, Mars allowed the use of AI. The famous Casterland automaton was modeled after the Iron Man.

However, ten thousand years later, banning AI has gradually become a form of political correctness and an established law.

While higher-ups may not necessarily adhere to this ban, it has become a powerful tool for them to suppress and restrict the development of other colleagues.

Shaking his head, Pascal quickly detached himself from this power that did not belong to him and began to calculate based on the needs of the battlefield.

Compared to the vast majority—such as certain Terran warlords who only know how to use their strength to throw bricks—a sufficiently professional sage can make AI work in many creative ways.

With just a few logical instructions and precise data, AI can sketch out a complete and realistic world and then complete the modeling of the entire process of throwing an asteroid onto the Earth's surface and using gravity beams to limit its destruction.

The empire rarely did such delicate work.

For deliveries requiring asteroid-level surface damage, the usual method is to use a gravity beam to directly grab the target and then use the warship's inertia to throw it down.

This method is exceptionally easy to dismantle worlds that lack a Void Shield, and it is more economical and effective than the Light Spear. It even facilitates subsequent industrial development. The crater left by the asteroid impact is the perfect location for a hive city, solving both industrial and energy problems.

perfect.

"I really wish this period could last longer."

Reluctantly closing the rift, the Martian sage quickly reconnected to the control system and began monitoring the movements of the space fleet, muttering, "I truly hope that one day the radiance of Om Messiah will come to us."

As someone who isn't exactly a devout believer, he was actually referring to ai.

Although they have received unprecedented blessings, each application process is too troublesome.

Sage Pascal had suggested more than once to combine the technical resources of local sages to prioritize the construction of an AI array sufficient to support local needs, but this was rejected by the Dawn Sector due to the need to ensure the safety of the entire research community through risk assessment.

He can understand.

"Maybe that day will really come."

The sage from the Dawn Starfield replied.

The Martian sage did not deny this, because he was well aware of these sects—

Perhaps it cannot be called a sect.

After all, no religious sect welcomes questioning, constantly changes, and maintains a remarkably robust vitality.

He was well aware of the organization's mission.

Dedicated to bringing the glory of Om Messiah to every household.
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“I always have a bad feeling.”

The emperor, who was indulging in vengeful pleasure because of his tragic future, looked up at the two people gathered around the sand table.

Unlike the Empire's mainstream sandbox system, which is mostly green, this sandbox, built upon Ramses' increasingly sophisticated psionic communication system and fully integrated with the Azure Star AI system, is not only richer in detail but also has an extremely broad coverage.

Based on various accent colors and information that can be continuously filled in by zooming in and out according to different levels of importance, it almost encompasses all the important events happening simultaneously across the entire galaxy at this moment.

This reminded him of the sandbox system that was installed on the Imperial Dream back then.

He can use his super psionic powers to connect with various fleets in real time, and then use the Emperor Dream to build models for battlefield simulation, thus enabling him to put his strategic capabilities into practice. This is why he became invincible after winning the PUBG tournament and going into the sky.

As for whether it is AI
How can you talk about AI when it comes to Om Messiah?
"They're all interconnected."

Ramses noticed this and marveled.

"And they won't even let us open a network channel? Isn't that putting a bit too much pressure on us?"

"If you can't open it, you're dead."

Arthur replied.

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

"That's too tragic."

"This is a necessary condition."

Arthur emphasized.

Just like before, it couldn't even withstand Arek's punch. Does the Bonebreaker deserve to live?
Same now.

With the scheduling of the network system nearing completion, Arthur finally extricated himself from countless affairs from all over the galaxy and turned his attention back to the ravaged planet of Amegadoton.

Their lives were at stake, and they couldn't even open the internet. How could they expect them to fix it?
Arthur connected to the communication.

The greenskins would have better be able to prove that they can actually evolve to the point of opening the web.

"Because we could really crush him."
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"grown ups."

Arek said, "The target is fifteen kilometers away and is approaching."

The menacing outline of the Greenskin fortress was already visible on the horizon. After suffering heavy casualties, the assault force left behind countless Greenskin ashes and successfully reached their destination.

The political commissar remained energetic, a stark contrast to his colleagues who continued to persevere but could no longer hide their exhaustion.

"Understood, Arek."

Arthur said, looking to his side.

The chapter leader of the Salamanders glanced at Ragnar.

They were all covered in blood.

As warriors at the chapter leader level, they are also strong individuals who have emerged from countless battles like the Greenskins. They often need to confront those powerful leaders and kill them to minimize the threat posed by the Greenskins.

No one's sacrifice is wasted.

He said.

Everyone nodded, their morale rising slightly.

Even in the face of the Greenskins' almost frenzied counterattack, they have already blocked the enemy's path and entered the next phase of the war.

"We await your command, my lord."

"Arek said."

Arthur smiled.

Facing Arthur's gaze, Map Hill, instinctively wanting to uphold the Astartes brothers' relationship, humbly said...

"The warriors of the Space Wolves should have command to lead this raid."

"In fact."

Ragnar shrugged and said:
“Our good Commissar Sebastian Arrek deserves that honor; I was merely following his orders to wield the axe.”

Wolves are often able to strike at the vital points at crucial moments.

So the three of them turned toward Arrek.

Such treatment made him straighten his collar, which suddenly seemed too tight.

"It is my honor, sirs, my comrades."

Arek pulled up his collar, looked at his tired colleagues, and said, "No offense intended, but I really would rather strip naked and charge at those bastards alone than give orders to everyone here."

Ragnar raised an eyebrow and then burst into laughter. Arthur smiled as well, and even the most reserved Tushan couldn't help but turn his gaze away to hide his uncontrollable chuckle.

The officers around him smiled, their hearts filled with excitement, but for a moment they didn't know how to respond.

“You’re a good fellow, Arek. I must invite you to Fenris.”

Ragnar bared his fangs and grinned, saying, "Whether now or in the future, we will always be comrades here. Decapitation strikes are the job of Astartes warriors. We are still full of energy. Are your troops ready?"

"They're all still on the front lines, sir."

Arek replied, “The Steel Legion, Valkyrie Squadron, Amighiddon Auxiliary Force, Asmondis Titan Legion, and all army generals have reported that they are ready to go. General Watkins and technical advisor Pascal have also reported that the signals have been marked and the armored forces are in formation.”

"We still have 1.3 million troops, intact, undamaged, and full of energy."

"We await only your command!"

Arthur glanced at Ragnar and Tushan, then at the mortals present.

He still wore a calm, but reassuring smile, and said:

"Then let's continue."

(End of this chapter)