Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

Let's call Chapter 97 Astartes.

Murphy stared at Wilson for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, ignored his comment, and turned to wave at old Jameson.

"Jansen, I'm giving you a task. Starting tomorrow, find a way to produce CMC-300 as quickly as possible. I'll give you one month to gather 5,000 sets of CMC-300."

Old Johnson paused for a moment, subconsciously glanced at Wilson standing in the center of the court, then looked at Murphy, before looking down and quickly tapping a few times on the tablet.

"Sir, are you kidding me? Even if we adjust all the current production lines, and the production lines keep up with the supply of fuel cell stacks, as well as the ceramic sintering line, the armor plate forming process—we still can't achieve large-scale production."

"You don't need to tell me that."

Murphy raised his hand, stopping old Jameson from speaking.

"I will handle all the problems you just mentioned. Now you just need to make sure your team can work in three shifts and doesn't mess things up."

Old Jason opened his mouth as if to say something, but looking at Murphy's face, he swallowed his words back.

Murphy's gaze then shifted to William.

"Dr. William, your enhancement surgery is excellent, but a 30% failure rate is still too high. My soldiers are not meant to be used as expendable resources."

"Think of a way to see if you can reduce the mortality rate a little more."

"I'm afraid that won't work."

William shook his head with a wry smile. "A 30% mortality rate is already the limit, unless you can find the source of the vampires."

"The source of the vampires, I understand. I'll have someone bring that beast back within a week. If you can't do that by then, the head of the biotechnology department will need to be replaced."

"Understood, sir."

Although Murphy spoke calmly, William's heart skipped a beat.

It seems Murphy isn't joking this time.

Murphy nodded, then his gaze returned to Wilson.

"And you."

Wilson paused, taken aback. "Sir?"

"Since you're the first to wear this thing, you're in charge of getting people familiar with it. Once the first batch has changed into their uniforms, you'll be in charge of training them to master this outfit in the shortest amount of time."

Wilson tapped his heel on the ground. "Yes, sir!"

"Also, starting today, you will be changing your names."

"The name 'Wild Wolf' doesn't do justice to you anymore," Murphy said, his voice low but clear enough to reach Wilson's ears.

Wilson paused for a moment, instinctively wanting to say something, but then shut his mouth.

"Wolves are pack animals, cunning, and fierce, but ultimately, they're just ordinary wild animals. You're wearing CM now—"

300, and it has also undergone genetic enhancement, enabling it to tear vampires apart with its bare hands.

Murphy paused, a smile suddenly appearing on his lips.

"Therefore, from today onwards, you will be called Astartes."

Wilson's pupils contracted slightly.

"Astartes?" he repeated the name.

Murphy nodded. "Astartes."

The name Astartes wasn't something Murphy just randomly came up with.

Since there is a God in this world who looks very much like an emperor.

So now that he has replaced God, wouldn't it be perfectly reasonable for him to have a force of soldiers called Astartes under his command?

Although Wilson did not undergo nineteen surgical modifications, the power armor he wore was completely different.

However, it must be acknowledged that Wilson's abilities are actually not bad, strictly speaking.

It is believed that as time goes by, Murphy's range of faith points will expand and his skills will improve, making it only a matter of time before he surpasses Astartes.

As we all know, when organisms have no natural enemies, they will be met with a frenzy of reproduction.

For Murphy, this world doesn't have that damned UEG, doesn't have all sorts of bureaucrats, and doesn't have that MOSS that's all over the internet.

Like a blank sheet of paper, it is open to his drawing.

Murphy went crazy over this.

He's been spending nearly 200,000 faith points every day, practically breaking down the shop's refresh rate. Those items he used to envy...

But the things I was reluctant to buy are now being sold off in batches.

The first to arrive were the military-related technology packages.

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The CMC-300 is good, but it takes too long to build.

Old James's team worked themselves to the bone, but they couldn't even gather 100 units a month.

What's enough for? Enough to fill a tooth gap?

Murphy scrolled through the store interface to the most expensive items.

Modular individual weapon system technical drawings, 150,000 points.

It includes the complete design and manufacturing process for everything from basic kinetic energy rifles to advanced electrothermal-chemical cannons, as well as matching smart sights and fire control chips.

The production line for light tactical armored vehicles has a capacity of 200,000 units.

This thing is not a simple car, but a complete set of equipment that goes through the entire process from chassis welding and armor laying to power pack assembly.

As long as the raw materials are sufficient, we can produce 300 units per month.

Mass production line for fuel cells dedicated to Power Armor, 420,000.

Old John had initially complained about the shortage of fuel cell stacks, but with this production line, if it's running at full capacity, they can produce a thousand stacks a day.

Modular chemical biosynthesis laboratory, 300,000.

When Dr. William saw the equipment, his eyes lit up.

A megawatt-level modular energy storage power station, 950,000.

With a tap of your finger, five or six hundred thousand yuan is gone.

Another click and another seven or eight hundred thousand are gone. But production lines are expensive to buy and even more expensive to use.

Moreover, some of them are in the form of technology packages, which need to be manufactured before they can be used.

But what Murphy has no shortage of right now is faith points.

Three hundred thousand people worship him every day. He can gain a large number of fanatical followers just by going out to sweep the streets. He earns nearly two hundred thousand a day and spends it without feeling any pain.

Once the production line was in place, James' team was completely overwhelmed with work.

Once the new production line was operational, the production capacity of CMC-300 was increased to 200 sets per day.

Working in three shifts, 24 hours a day, the workers recruited from the holy city wore white coats and ran around on the assembly line, even eating compressed biscuits next to the machines.

CMC-300s are being produced off the production line like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

One after another, they were stacked neatly and sent to the adjacent testing area for final adjustments.

Once the debugging is successful, take it away immediately and hand it over to Wilson for allocation.

Wilson is busy too.

Before the first batch of Astartes soldiers had fully familiarized themselves with the new equipment, the second and third batches arrived.

The poorest residents of the holy city are indeed in poor physical condition due to lack of food and clothing, coupled with long-term living in such a high-radiation environment.

But their fervor was irresistible.

What an honor it would be to fight for Murphy and ascend to heaven after death.

If suicide weren't a crime, they'd be eager to die.

The original 140 or so veterans have all become instructors, each leading dozens of new recruits, training them on the field every day.

The training grounds are also insufficient.

The original training ground could only train a maximum of two hundred people at a time.

The number of Astartes is now skyrocketing, from 140 to 500, from 500 to 1200, from 1200 to 2800, and finally breaking through the 5000 mark.

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