In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

The chaos on the battlefield of the asteroid belt has reached its peak.

The Tzeentch demons, who had been accidentally teleported here, were now casting spells among the orcs.

The green-skinned group, without a second thought, grabbed their crudely made weapons and engaged in a chaotic battle with the demons.

The Riza exploration fleet, which had been suppressed by the orcs and seemed to be struggling, finally got a chance to catch its breath because the Tzeentch demons deliberately drew fire.

"Foolish tactics."

On the command seat of the flagship of the Riza fleet, the Great Sage Theta-Prime's red-glowing mechanical eye was rapidly spinning, analyzing battlefield data.

He watched as the merchant ronin's troops charged into the battlefield like a bunch of brutes, all equipped with a single type of plasma rifle.

"Logical error. Tiered firepower configuration has not been constructed."

The Great Sage's cold, synthesized voice echoed across the bridge: "Equipping all personnel with plasma weapons would cause excessive heat dissipation pressure."

"According to calculations, after 30 seconds of continuous firing, 43.6% of the personnel in this unit will be forced to cease fire due to weapon overheating, and another 12.8% will die from barrel explosions."

With the Empire's current level of technology, plasma weapons are incredibly powerful but extremely unstable, making them notorious "suicide weapons."

To deploy such a complete unit in this way is, in the eyes of the sage, practically suicidal.

"This is the shortsightedness of mortals. Prepare to take their ground," the sage concluded.

However, thirty seconds passed.

A minute passed.

Three minutes have passed.

Griffin's troops not only did not cease fire, but fought even more fiercely.

The dense blue beams of light poured out like a storm, melting the green-skinned orc's tattered armor into molten iron and tearing Tzeentch's psionic shield to shreds.

There was no pause.

There was no cooling.

There was no barrel explosion.

"Alert. Alert. Logical core data overflow."

The servo skull next to the Great Sage began to smoke, clearly burned out by the illogical scene before it.

Sita Prim abruptly stood up from his command seat, staring intently at the magnified images on the screen.

Those guns... those guns gleaming with a holy blue light, were performing some kind of operation that was considered a "miracle".

"The cooling coil isn't turning red? The energy circuit... is a perfect closed loop?"

"That's impossible...unless..."

The Sita-Pleum prosthetic eye began flashing wildly, and the processor emitted a warning sound as if it were overwhelmed.

Thermal sensors showed that the barrel temperatures of those firearms remained consistently at an incredibly low temperature range.

This goes against the Empire's current technological level!

"All defenders of the Faith, heed my command!"

The Great Sage's voice instantly transformed from its original indifference into a frenzied roar mixed with electrical vibrations.

"Protect the traveling merchants! At all costs! Even if it means taking bullets with our own bodies, we cannot allow those sacred creations to suffer the slightest harm!"

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Half an hour later, the battle ended.

The ground was littered with charred remains of orcs and disintegrating demon limbs.

Griffin Valcke wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and had just put his gun back in its holster when he saw a large group of orange-robed motor enthusiasts swarm around him like zombies.

The leader, the Great Sage Theta-Prime, was accompanied by more than a dozen mechanical tentacles.

He strode up to a guard who hadn't yet reacted and snatched the still-warm plasma rifle from him with mechanical pliers.

Amidst the guards' bewildered gazes, the Great Sage's mechanical tentacle extended an extremely thin data probe, which was directly inserted into the maintenance interface of the gun.

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A holographic scan unfolded before the sage's eyes.

That perfect coil winding, that ancient and sacred heat dissipation structure, that energy circuit without any redundancy.

This is not just a gun.

This is a lost truth. This is a perfect reproduction of the heat dissipation and cooling system that the Riza foundry world has been searching for for thousands of years without success.