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Chapter 220 Rebuilding the Internet and Saving the Emperor

Upon hearing Qin Yun's order,
Little Fugrim paused for a moment before asking again, unsure.

"Should I lead troops into the cyberspace?"

"Is there a problem?" Qin Yun asked.

"Are you sure it's me?" Little Foggery asked. "Aren't you afraid that the same thing will happen again?"

Qin Yun smiled and said, "The more you guard against something, the more likely it is to happen."

"Besides, you are you, and Forgrim is Forgrim; how can you lump them together?!"

“You have your own soul and thoughts; you are an independent individual. It would be extremely unfair to simply treat you as a substitute for someone else.”

"A person who has not committed a crime should never be defined as guilty."

Little Foggrim looked at Qin Yun, his face beneath the black helmet showing shock and emotion.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

"Now I understand why your father chose you."

"It's probably because I'm handsome." Qin Yun took out a small mirror and examined his handsome face.

Little Foggrim: "…………"

Damn it! !
I really want to take back what I just said.

Trajan, standing to the side, also looked speechless.

This saint and those chosen ones are truly of the same style.
They always seem to be able to spout outrageous and jaw-dropping statements in the next second.

Or they might do something that would shock or confuse people.

Qin Yun put away the mirror and resumed his serious demeanor.

"Then are you willing to accept my orders and complete this task?"

“I do.” Little Foggrey nodded; he would prove his loyalty.

Qin Yun nodded. "I remember, little Forgrim. Weigh the pros and cons from a mortal perspective, and then use the Primarch's mind and power to formulate a plan of action."

"Everything we do has only one ultimate purpose: to benefit humanity."

"I see."

"Go."

After bowing, Little Fugrim turned and left.

“You’re taking too much of a risk, Sage. You shouldn’t let him hold military power.” Trajan walked up to Qin Yun after seeing young Forgrim leave and questioned him.

Young Foghrim was, after all, a copy of Primarch III, inheriting most of his memories.
In Trajan's view, even receiving the emperor's blessing was an unstable time bomb that could explode at any moment.

"The emperor trusted Horus so much, but in the end, didn't the Horus Rebellion still occur?"

Qin Yun did not intend to raise any genuine doubts.
"I only know one thing, and that is never to do things at the pace of your opponent."

“If we get caught up in who will betray us and who won’t, we’ll fall right into the gods’ trap.”

“We can’t compete with the gods in terms of scheming, intrigue, or trickery. They have plenty of time and energy to create trouble for us.”

"Break free from the conventional mindset of fighting the gods, and stop worrying about the gains and losses of a single city or battle."

"What we need to do is to continuously make the human empire stronger, develop all kinds of powerful technologies, and gain the power to fight against the minions of the gods, or even crush them, at the physical and subspace levels."

“I admire such insight,” Tarasin interjected. “He truly deserves to be called a sage; his vision is truly grand.”

“Alien.” Trajan looked at Tarasin, his gaze filled with hostility.

"Don't look at me like that. I am now an advisor to the saint."

Tarasin's tone carried a dark humor: "You should show me some respect."

"Enough, Tarasin." Qin Yun spoke before Trajan's face turned completely black, stopping Tarasin from further provoking the commander of the royal guard.

"Let's get back to the topic of the internet."

“Oh, Sage, do you have some ideas?” Tarasin asked.

"Humanity has mastered the technology of stargates, but this technology ultimately relies on subspace to be realized," Qin Yun said. "Once the subspace storm intensifies, the stargates will also be affected."

"The fact that the Eldar have been using the Web to travel throughout the galaxy over the years is enough to prove the Web's reliability."

"Are you planning to rebuild the network?" Tarasin guessed Qin Yun's plan.

"Yes." Qin Yun nodded, acknowledging Tarasin's guess.

"Besides the need for navigation, rebuilding the network channel has another important significance."

"The reason why the emperor has to sit on the golden throne is mostly because someone needs to seal the entrance to the Internet."

"If we can solve the problem of the Internet, the Emperor can get rid of the Golden Throne and stand up again."

After the Battle of Horus, Dorne, following the Emperor's final command, placed Him on the Golden Throne.

Many people believe that the golden throne prolongs the emperor's life.

The truth is quite the opposite.
It was a dying emperor who extended the life of the Golden Throne.
Only in this way can the subspace be suppressed and the Earth prevented from falling.

Although we don't know what the emperor will become after he stands up.
But if we continue sitting here, something bad will happen sooner or later.
The sooner this problem is solved, the higher the probability that humans and emperors will be able to land safely.

"To make the emperor stand up?"

"Is it really possible?"

Trajan's eyes widened, his voice trembling with excitement; he had unusually lost his composure.

But we can't blame him for this.

Qin Yun's words contained a great deal of information.

To allow the emperor to stand up—this was something we never dared to even dream of before!
“Theoretically, it is possible,” Qin Yun said. “If the emperor does not need to protect the Net Path, then he naturally does not need to sit on the Golden Throne anymore.”

"And the Emperor himself is immortal and has an amazing life regeneration ability. As long as He is no longer depleted, He can recover at an extremely fast speed."

“This is a very risky matter,” Tarachin poured cold water on the idea. “Your emperor tried the net way before; don’t forget how he failed. And the price of that failure was sitting on the golden throne.”

"Put away your arrogance, alien." Tula was somewhat annoyed.

This matter concerns whether the emperor can return to his people.
But this guy kept muttering to himself.
They're obviously aliens who can't stand to see humans doing well.
That kind of guy deserves to be stabbed to death with a spear.

“Control your emotions, Trajan. We are having a discussion. Tarachin is just stating the risks of this plan.” Qin Yun looked at Trajan, his tone stern.

If the Primarch or anyone else had said these words, Trajan would likely have retorted on the spot, and might even have accused them of betraying the Empire and harboring malicious intentions.

But when faced with Qin Yun, a saint, Trajan could only suppress his anger and dared not lash out.

The emperor pays more attention to the sage than to the original being.

Besides him, who else could make the emperor appear divine every few days?

Compared to saints, Guilliman, who was out there waging war, was practically an unwanted stepchild.

Guilliman couldn't get the Imperial Guards out of the palace, but the Sage said it was hard to say.

"I already told you to show me some respect, and now you've been scolded."

After Tarasin added a sentence in a low voice, he was met with a warning look from Qin Yun.

"I'm just telling the truth, is that wrong?"

Tarasin glanced to the side, his smug expression practically screaming "I'm going to whistle!"

"Xiling, come here for a moment." Qin Yun looked helpless and had no choice but to use his trump card.

"Master, what's wrong?" Xiling responded instantly, and the projection immediately appeared in front of everyone.
Tarasin, who was just smug a moment ago, immediately backed down.
Instinctively, I stepped back, wanting to get away from Xiling.

The body, shaped from active metal, even began to tremble inexplicably.

"Your Excellency Tarachin, why don't you stand a little closer? How can I show you respect if you stand so far away?"

Turajin looked at Tarasin, who was trying his best to make himself inconspicuous, with a half-smile.
There was a sense of vengeful pleasure in my heart.

Tarasin: "…………"

How wicked are humans.

But he didn't say anything more, and just stood there obediently, afraid of attracting too much attention from Xiling.

"Let's get back to the main topic and continue discussing the matter of the internet."

Qin Yun didn't want to get involved in their feud.
"To ensure the plan goes perfectly, I also invited another consultant to discuss it with us."

"Hiling opened the communication link with the prophet Casarith."

The projection appeared out of thin air, outlining the figure of Casares from the world of Usvi's Ark.

"saint."

"Space necromancers! How could such an evil being participate in our meeting??"

After Casaris bowed to Qin Yun, he saw Tarasin and immediately raised his voice. "Please allow me to introduce you. This is the famous Space Necromancer Overlord, the Endless One, Tarasin," Turajin said 'kindly'.

All eyes fell on Tarachin, instantly causing this space necromancer overlord to break out in a cold sweat.
The others are fine.
It was mainly Xiling's gaze that made him feel immense pressure.

Trajan, you wicked human being!
“Tarasin is now my advisor,” Qin Yun said, “providing me with advice on physics and technology.”

“Sage, this despicable race is not worth your cooperation. The best way to deal with these guys is to execute them directly.”

"They are largely to blame for how badly the galaxy has become."

Casarith looked at Tarasin, making no attempt to hide his malice.

“Do you think you’re worthy of our cooperation?” Tarachin retorted. “We didn’t create the Eye of Fear. On the contrary, we repaired the rifts and saved the galaxy.”

“You are the ones who started the war in Heaven!” Casarith shouted.

"So what? Who in the galaxy is clean? Didn't you wage war? Didn't you destroy those civilizations that tried to provoke you? Stop pretending to be innocent."

Tarachin retorted without hesitation.
He'd been arguing with the astrologer Eurycan for so many years, his tongue had become incredibly sharp.

Taking down an Eldar prophet is a piece of cake.

Speaking of Eurycan, when are we going to tie this guy up and have him serve the saint together?

Tarachin suddenly remembered something.

That is, Eurycan was unwilling during the transformation of the organism.

After he completed the conversion, he tied up Euricane, who was unwilling to convert, and threw him into the conversion furnace.
Otherwise, Euricane would have been gone long ago.

"Eurican is so lucky to know me. He's the first person I think of when something good happens," Tarasin thought to himself, giving himself a silent thumbs-up.

"That's enough. I brought you all here not to argue."

Under Qin Yun's stern reprimand,
The tense standoff between Talasi and Casarith finally ended.
Qin Yun looked at Casaris, "I plan to restart the Network Channel project. Can the Eldar provide technical support?"

Casarith looked troubled.

"After the destruction of our empire, the relevant network technology was lost long ago. The Eldar can only use the network now and cannot build new networks."

Tarasin was about to make a sarcastic remark when he saw Qin Yun's stern gaze sweep over him, so he could only give an awkward smile.

“There’s no need to build new waterways for the time being,” Qin Yun said. “At this stage, we just need to repair some main passages and increase the speed of navigation.”

"My plan is to first have humanity establish an efficient navigation network using stargates and network channels."

The communication network problem has been solved; now the most important issue is navigation.

Even with the guidance of a lighthouse,
The raging warp storms in the warp made it extremely difficult for the Imperial fleet to sail.

Qin Yun wanted to build star gates in some important locations and repair the important network channels to make them usable, thereby relieving the pressure on the Golden Throne.

Casarith also showed a pessimistic expression.

"Even so, it's still troublesome. Nowadays, the web is filled with various forces, including the space necromancers and the Chaos, each of which controls many branches."

“Nothing in this galaxy is simple,” Qin Yun said. “I’ve made my decision and hope the Eldar of the Usvi Ark can provide some technical support.”

“I will pass this on to the Ark Council,” Casaris said.

"........."

Qin Yun explained his plan in detail.
At this stage, building new network tunnels is not feasible. What we can do is repair and patch up the existing network tunnels and then put them into use.

Trajan was somewhat dissatisfied with this.

He felt he should lead an army and sweep through the land like the emperors of old, forcing the emperors to step down from their thrones.

Qin Yun rejected this idea on the spot.

Trying to emulate the emperor's all-or-nothing approach to online gaming is far too risky.
We can only make repairs and try to make repairing the network channel a profitable business.

Taraxin will provide some knowledge and technology regarding the control of warp life.
This allows the Empire to build fortresses and strongholds within the network to fight against demons.

Casaris would then request the Usvi Ark world to provide them with technology for shaping spirit bones using psionic energy.
Based on these technologies, Xiling will refine a feasible repair plan.

At that time, the Mechanical Repair Guild will repair and maintain some major waterways, and construct entrances and exits to ensure the safe navigation of Imperial ships.
If all else fails, you can also navigate using the Geller force field.

Navigating within the network at least allowed them to avoid the terrifying subspace storms.

On the Imperial Glory side...
After the communication ended, Casaris left the communications room.
Mandela and the other war shamans had been waiting for them outside for quite some time.

When asked what they had talked about, Casaris did not hide anything and told them everything.

“In the end, they’re not on our side.” A soldier said, his voice full of disappointment. “Humans actually cooperate with the Necromancers in space. You know, they are our eternal enemies.”

“Don’t dwell on that,” Casares shook his head. “We need to focus on something else: they need to repair the network to meet navigation requirements.”

"This is absolutely fantastic news for the Eldar."

"What do you mean?" Mandela asked, puzzled.

"Think about it, if humanity and the undead in space fall in the battle against the gods, who will be the biggest winner?" Casarus asked his fellow racemate beside him.

“Naturally, it’s our race.” A member of the Spirit Race next to him blurted out without hesitation.

“When our race regains control of the galaxy and repairs the Web, it will naturally be ours.” Casaris said, with an air of complete control.

"A prophet's insight is truly remarkable."

After listening to Casares's words, Mandela's eyes revealed admiration.

He truly deserves to be called a prophet; his vision is both far-reaching and profound.
They do not concern themselves with temporary gains or losses, but only with long-term, lasting achievements.

………………

The network is intricate and complex, with countless branches.

In ancient times, it connected the entire Milky Way.

Of course, even with the abilities of the ancient saints,

It's also impossible for every planet to be connected point-to-point; a central hub is needed for circulation.

Among the many paths connecting the City of Darkness to the City of Miracles, there is a crucial hub that must be passed through—the City of Dawn.

Victor, the overlord of the Comoros, could not possibly remain indifferent to such provocation.

He immediately mobilized numerous conspiracies in the Comoros to exact revenge on humanity.

Let those monkeys know who the true master of the galaxy is.

The Dark Eldar of Comoros have maintained the decadent lifestyle of the late Eldar Empire, considering themselves the true descendants of the Eldar.

They look down on most races in the galaxy.

Humans pursued the enemy to the outskirts of the Comoros and killed members of the Flesh and Blood Skull Conspiracy.
They even left behind provocative words.
This undoubtedly touched a raw nerve with them.

An empire built by a monkey dares to challenge the master of the galaxy; he's truly courting death.

Therefore, the Dark Eldar of Comoros eagerly signed up.

They quickly assembled an army, intending to retaliate against humanity.

Their only route is the City of Dawn.

Meanwhile, a large group of players, led by Zhan Shuai, were waiting here.

After hunting down the escapees of the Flesh and Blood Skull Conspiracy, they went back to replenish their weapons and ammunition.

Because everyone has purchased dimensional space.
So they all appear to be traveling light, but in reality, they are all mobile ammunition depots.

After receiving the network map from Xiling, the War General quickly devised an ambush plan, intending to give Comoros a shock from the Chosen Ones.

"I didn't realize you'd learned such good strategy in all this time. You even know how to ambush these Dark Elf race members."

Jūjōrō spoke up in the team channel and tagged Zhānshū.

War Commander: "We humiliated those guys so badly, how could those Dark Spirits not retaliate?"

"This is a big fish, brothers, we can't let them get away."

"Start assigning tasks now, all teams, start data sharing."

"The target has passed through area B and is moving towards area C on the map. It is expected to enter the time trap in three minutes."

"Once their ships enter the trap, we'll strike. Don't hold back with ammunition; bomb them like madmen."

"It doesn't matter if the small fish and shrimp escape, but not a single Dark Elf warship, which is the big fish, will be allowed to escape."

"For the Emperor, brothers."

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(End of this chapter)