Warhammer: Just unified the Empire, you said it was 40K

Chapter 93: One Hundred Thousand Gene Seeds, Almost Forced to Retire
Drop. Drop.
The sound of electronic instruments was echoing dully in the underground world of Karamat.

These giant structures from the golden age, hidden in the darkness, occupied a space of tens of thousands of acres. They contained numerous culture chambers soaked in mysterious liquids, and hundreds of thousands of naked bodies were displayed inside.

Its genetic engineering transformation process first uses a large amount of computing power resources and reverse engineering to calculate all the resources required for genetic modification, and then uses the salamander template to optimize and achieve mass production of key genetic components.

It is said here that these are genetically modified terraces.

It's more like a parts production factory.

The soldier bees from Alien Technology floated in the air, continuously emitting scanning beams. Behind them followed doctors in white clothes, recording data piece by piece and then archiving them.

A large number of [Distortion Psychic Detectors] are displayed there, and you will see one almost every few dozen meters.

[Abnormal energy detection system activated but not detected]

[Continuing testing]

The [Abnormal Energy Detection System] is currently filtering over and over again, searching for even the slightest possibility of subspace energy contamination.

A large number of patrolling soldiers are constantly cooperating with the 'War Mech' to scan the surrounding environment in the area. Every inch of the area will be scanned countless times. Even the invisible nanotechnology cannot escape the direct sight of the various composite scanners of the 'War Mech'.

[Area A testing completed, retest in ten minutes]

【receive.】

After finishing the patrol, the soldiers, carrying the 'war mecha', continued to move forward along the dimly lit corridor.

At the end of the corridor is the center of the laboratory.

A large number of laboratories are located in a deep well like a cemetery. There are hundreds, or even thousands of unfinished laboratories stacked layer upon layer, from top to bottom, with no end in sight. Inside the laboratories, there is the sound of machinery rubbing against bones. Large robotic arms are transforming the Brown transformation surgery, which was originally to be performed by several people on the operating table, into a purely mechanical matrix implantation technology, in an attempt to turn Karamat into an arsenal and assembly line for the legion's production.

Drop. Drop.
Drop. Drop.
Some kind of operating alarm sounded from several thousand meters away, and the manned spacecraft slowly fell from the sky.

A large amount of resources fell from the sky.

These mining ships throw the materials they obtain into a huge furnace. After a short distance of transportation, squeezing, and decomposition, these mineral resources are being melted into a barely recognizable huge heating and melting device.

The synaptic condenser is connected to the power system. The Kroots are responsible for maintaining the use of electricity, the Titanium maintains the balance of basic computing power, and the synaptic condenser continuously runs the simulation results.

Their combined computing power continuously lights up the simulation data on the synaptic condenser.

【.Finish】

【.Finish】

【.Finish】

In a transparent glass room.

The Aether of the Tau Empire looked at everything in front of him calmly.

The synaptic condenser was not far away from where he could see it. It was like a huge beast in the shadows, lying on the world of Karamat, absorbing nutrients from the entire world. Its roots were deeply buried underground. It hid in the gray fog, swallowing and spitting out the future of this world.

"Hey."

"I must have been abandoned."

An'no seemed to have accepted his fate.

The current Tau Empire will not tilt the strategic goals of the entire Tau Empire for the sake of an Ether.

However, he wasn't sad because the Tau Empire didn't come to rescue him.

He was saddened that the Tau Empire seemed to have no idea how terrifyingly fast the enemy they had allowed to grow would grow.

Further away, in an illusory place, there is a huge steel structure slowly rising from the horizon. It seems to be another huge synaptic condensing machine.

He was held in a place where he could be seen by the other Titanium.

He is openly communicating his position to the outside world.

Also, this world doesn't care about the 'power' of the Tau Empire.

【Calculation in progress】

[30 million Titanium workers’ computing power, 70% increase in computing power]

[Reverse Engineering Light Lance completed blueprints are loading, new medium strike cruiser blueprints are being generated]

[Reverse engineering of the STC template for the Casting World, failed due to insufficient computing power]

[Reverse engineering of the Z-shaped world curvature engine was successful, increasing the maximum cruising speed by 300%.]

Reverse engineering communication technology.

[Reverse Engineering a Massive Anomalous Energy Monitoring Site]

In front of Sithlain, the content on the template kept jumping.

[Manufacturing Plan: Gene Seeds, 100,000]

[Manufacturing Plan: Gene Seed Extraction Device]

Manufacturing plan:

"Your Majesty the Governor."

The warriors of the White Temple said, "You are looking for us."

"Yes."

Sislaine nodded, "There is something I need your help with."

Cyrus led some of the Silver Armor and war machines to attack the Chaos forces. They could not return for the time being. They could only withstand the pressure of one or two Chaos worlds in front. They did not need to really disperse all the Chaos forces gathered by the Chaos Beacon, because that was impossible. After all, where so many Chaos forces gathered, the barrier between the subspace and reality was already very thin. When the big rift was torn, this place would definitely be torn apart.

The Salamanders were sent to the war zone in the Eastern Star Region to continue acquiring resources.

Although Sislaine has tried very hard to obtain resources from the Eastern Star Region, the bulk of the resources are still in the Eastern Star Region. After all, he can't blow up the entire Eastern Star Region and their planets and then drag them back. So.

For Sithlain, relying solely on ship transportation is still too slow.

Since the efficiency is too slow, we can not only use ships for transportation, but also build a "high-speed channel" in the universe.

Moreover, the other party has already left the eastern star region alone.

It would be better for him to take over the Eastern Star Region himself. It was a place they had no control over anyway, so it would be just right for him to take it over and reduce their management pressure. He also happened to notice that there was a Death Star in the Eastern Star Region. It was a neutron star formed after the collapse of a massive star. Its structure could be used as a springboard for the Gamma World to reach the outside world, and they did not need to reconstruct a hydrogen nuclear reactor to produce fusion.

There is no permanent Tau Navy stationed near the Death Star.

Likewise, there are no chaotic forces. At most, there are some pirates who have nowhere to survive and are driven here, as well as some lawless forces.

After all, Death Stars, neutron stars, pulsars, and planets that are about to collapse into black holes are completely of no use to the Imperial World.

"Capture a dead world and hold it."

After hearing Sislaine's request.

The four hesitated.

It’s not that they are afraid of the name ‘Death World’, but their mission is to protect this world. Although they have waited for support, they have not received any order to end their mission.

Moreover, they promised those demihumans that they would protect their world.

"Governor"

"This world no longer has any enemies." Sithlain looked at the two and said seriously, "And your abilities shouldn't be wasted here. Of course, if you want to retire, I understand. After all, you have fought for so many years. As heroes who have protected this world, you will be allowed to retire. In the name of the Emperor, you have indeed reached retirement age."

"."

Over two hundred years old is the right age to fight.

Let them retire?
Who are you insulting?

Now this makes them retire, which is more painful than killing them.

“Except for retirement.”

Then I have no choice but to go out and work.

In fact, Zefram also realized that he and his group had indeed been living a retired life during this period. They had almost not participated in any war on the world of Karamat, except for one counterattack against the Tau Empire. Their mission was merely to act as participants and perform a non-dangerous rescue mission.

No wonder the Governor came to talk to them.

I've been living too easily and becoming lazy.

"Of course, if you still want to protect this world and the people who remain in it, this doesn't conflict with your duties. The farther away the battlefield is from them, the safer the world you protect will be. After all, no one wants war to reach their doorstep, let alone their home."

"So, we plan to push the battle line out of the Karamat world. This mission requires an experienced team to lead it. I think with your rich combat experience, you should be able to complete this easier task."

Although asking us to retire is a bit insulting.

But what Governor Sislaine said makes sense.

There is no conflict between protecting the world and pushing the front line beyond this world.

Only by leaving the battlefield in someone else's home can your own home be the safest.

After receiving the map.

Zefram looked down at the projected world, which was a dead planet.

Their mission goal is to hold on until the construction of this world's gravitational slingshot is completed.

After glancing at the forces nearby on the map, there were almost no hostile forces. There were only some pirates wandering around the area. They might be humans, or Tau, or Kroot mercenaries, or other space races. It didn't seem to be a large group.

Although the difficulty is a bit high, "but we will complete this task."

"Of course, I will give you a thousand soldiers."

"One thousand?" Zefram righteously rejected the thousand burdens. "Governor, a thousand soldiers won't be of much use to us. The four of us are more than enough to carry out this mission."

"you sure?"

From behind him, a Space Marine wearing red power armor and holding an alien weapon in his hands walked up.

Behind him were a dozen Space Marines who walked up and expressed their highest respect to Sithlaen.

"Governor, Idamas has come to report with a company of his men," he said, glancing at Zefram.

"The thousand men I'm talking about are these. They've never been on a battlefield and need your leadership experience."

"???"

A thousand people?

The thousand you're talking about are Space Marines?
Zefram looked at the Space Marine in front of him and felt a sense of strangeness.

Where do these guys come from?
The paint on them seems to be that of the Blood Ravens, but their personalities don't seem like those of the Blood Ravens.

He did know about the silver-white armor.

That was a group of battle groups created by the Governor in front of him, which he did not think had stable genes. At first, he did not think that such a battle group had the combat power comparable to theirs. In fact, it was true. Soldiers who had not been baptized by the battlefield were indeed far behind them.

But this group of Space Marines in front of us.

It seems that their genes are more stable, as their keen perception allows them to distinguish the difference between cloned Space Marines and real Space Marines.

"Sorry, my words were not directed at you." Zefram quickly apologized to the other party. He was not targeting the other party. In fact, every battle deserved the respect of their White Temple.

　Try to pay off the chapters owed in January within 15 days, and then pay off the chapters owed in February.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)