In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

But for the current group of four, this is both a huge risk and a huge opportunity.

The risk is that their "battle group" is just an empty shell.

There were no skilled sergeants, no casting equipment, and even the "Golden Antler" was a second-hand item given to them by Griffin.

If those shrewd mechanical geniuses were to board the ship and take a look... well, the ship's engine is still leaking oil, the mechanical spirit is almost dead, and the ship is full of high-tech equipment that seems to have appeared out of nowhere...

That label of heresy is absolutely fitting.

"But... what if we can fool them?"

A glint of greed flashed in Caesar's eyes.

What's the most lacking thing in the base construction right now? Technical personnel! Technical priests who can maintain equipment and expand production lines!

If we could "trick" a group of technicians from this Rizza fleet into staying...

"Let's do it!"

Caesar suddenly stood up and immediately launched a broadcast to all members in his private channel.

[Caesar: Attention everyone! We've got a mission! Wake up, everyone!]

Solomon: What's wrong? Has Chaos attacked?

Vlad: Where? I'm going to chop someone up too!

[Caesar: More troublesome than Chaos, but also fatter. Riza's Mechanicus fleet is almost here. That traitor Griffin brought the oil guzzler here.]

But Caesar soon discovered another problem – people.

Such a large ship would look too deserted with only the four of them and Edward; it wouldn't be grand enough.

Training mortal servants at this point would be too late, and mortals would easily expose the deception.

"Osiris!" Caesar looked at the apothecary who was wiping down the equipment. "Release all your summoned creatures!"

“What are you trying to do? The ghost soldiers look like ghosts; they're not fit to be seen in public.” Osiris frowned.

"Who gave them the exposure?"

Caesar snapped his fingers again, and hundreds of heavy black robes appeared out of thin air behind him. These robes had hoods and were trimmed with gold.

"Let your ghost wear this!"

Caesar exclaimed excitedly, "Wraiths have no physical form, they float and walk, and they don't breathe or have a heartbeat. Aren't they the perfect servants?"

Osiris thought about the scene and had to admit that Caesar was indeed a genius when it came to these fancy things.

An hour later, at the port of Quint.

The once empty and deserted deck has now become solemn and eerie.

Two rows of tall figures, dressed in heavy black robes and with hoods covering their faces, stood like sculptures on either side of the red carpet.

They held finely crafted explosive guns in their hands, but they were lifeless, like inanimate objects.

A cold wind blew by, causing the hem of the long robe to flutter slightly, but no breathing could be heard.

This oppressive and solemn atmosphere is enough to inspire awe in any visitor.

Book 1: Chapter 34 Caesar: I want to become a technological sergeant!

In the already decorated hall, Caesar was still imprisoned.

"Snapped!"

A finely crafted writing brush was forcibly broken in two in Caesar's hands.

"I quit!"

Caesar suddenly jumped up from behind the mahogany desk that symbolized power.

That handsome face, which would put even the most skilled sculptors of the empire to shame, was now etched with despair.

"I didn't come here to be an administrative slave!" Caesar clutched his blond hair in anguish. "Three days! I haven't slept for three days! I've never suffered this kind of humiliation, not even in my past life!"

"Am I only fit to sit in jail? Is my carefree and wonderful life really over like this?"

Caesar pounded his chest in frustration, roaring at the mountain of documents piled up before him.

Standing before the desk, Audrey, holding a stack of newly delivered documents, shrank back in surprise at Caesar's sudden outburst. She blinked her large, bright blue eyes and whispered:

“But… Lord Caesar, Lord Solomon said you are skilled in resource management. And Lord Osiris is busy building a gene bank, and Lord Vlad… he’s leading a group to catch rats…”

"That's an excuse! It's all an excuse!"