Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Some Astartes have a healthy appetite and often don't mind eating the metal utensils they have just used after finishing their own food.

The material life of the Ultramarines is richer than that of their brother legions with ascetic tendencies.

Practicing doctors, maintenance technicians, and various professional talents were gathered together.

Soon, in less than twenty minutes, a reorganized company of Ultramarines and their attached personnel had boarded the Red Alert, including Roche's old friend Nikona and others.

Nikona was still wearing the power armor that Roche had given him. After experiencing the fierce battle of Calth, there were still no bullet holes or scratches on the armor, and it was as smooth as if it had just left the factory.

"Hill is very envious of my power armor. I told him that I would ask you to give him a set as well." Nikona walked over with a smile and put his right hand on Hill's shoulder armor.

"Hey! Don't be so blunt!" Hill pretended to be angry and turned around and said, "Of course, this is indeed my wish."

Luo Xi looked at the two people playing and fighting in a daze, and couldn't believe that this was the serious and even somewhat depressed Nicona.

Is this Hill's charm? Even the gloomy Raven Guards became cheerful.

No wonder after Guilliman returned from Calth, he kept Hill with him all day, and even Chapter Master Marius Gage was transferred back to his post.

Hill is truly a gold medal socialite among the Extreme Warriors. Even Roche likes warriors like Hill very much.

Guilliman was willing to do so and even sent Hill to help.

"The Astartes power armor is within my improvement plan. Nikonna, don't get too complacent. Once my new power armor is ready, your old one can be retired and scrapped."

In Luo Xi's plan, the improvement of power armor was at the forefront of the work schedule. In his opinion, the power armor models produced by the Empire, whether it was the MK2 Expedition, MK3 Steel or MK4 Extreme, were too simple.

Although being crude does not mean being unusable, if there were better options, more soldiers' lives could be saved. Being able to crush the opponent with equipment would not require soldiers to sacrifice themselves for victory.

Luo Xi does not advocate the theory of equipment only. He has seen the power of will in Cos, but he does not sing the praises of suffering and sacrifice. He prefers to let the soldiers crush the enemy directly and with dignity.

Although the ceramic steel material commonly used in various equipment is strong and durable enough, in this universe full of monsters and demons, it seems that any enemy has the means to break the ceramic steel.

Luo Xi also understood that the Empire was not without better materials, but once cost and time were taken into consideration, the choice of ceramic steel became inevitable.

The human empire is too large. Even if the cost difference is just a small one, it will become an astronomical figure when magnified to the scope of the empire.

"Is the gap so obvious? My power armor almost crushes the Word Bearers." Nikona couldn't believe it.

In the battle between Calth and the Word Bearers, he was hit by enemy bombs, but those bombs were blocked by his own armor.

His Shadow Step was already elusive and difficult to hit by the enemy, and now he is like a fish in water and his fighting style is even bolder.

"You'll know when you see it."

"Sir, all personnel have boarded the ship and are awaiting your instructions," Hill reported.

Luo Xi looked back at Macragge behind him. He didn't have time to explore this beautiful planet now, so he decided to wait until he had time to come and see it later.

"Let's go, target: Mustafa"

The starship's hatch closed, and the engine nozzle at the tail released a faint blue light.

With the speed of the starship, everyone felt like they had only been flying for a short while before they reached their destination.

Luo Xi stood in the main control room, controlling the starship to penetrate the atmosphere and slowly descend to the surface.

Unless the Empire's warships crash, they basically will not come to the surface, because the excessive mass effect will tear the structure of the hull and cause the ship to collapse.

When these giant ships were being built, they were also in the microgravity environment of the space shipyard.

But the Red Alert has no such concerns. Even if it is dropped into the core of the sun, the structure of the ship will not be affected in the slightest.

Mustafar is a former mining world and a death world.

In the ages past, due to its proximity to Macragge, the ancient beings colonized the planet and built a large mining facility.

The planet's shallow, easily exploitable mineral deposits have long since dried up, the atmosphere on the surface emits toxic gases at concentrations exceeding the standard, and highly corrosive acid rain falls under the influence of active atmospheric activity, gathering into acidic rivers on the surface.

The overall desertification of the planet caused by excessive mining has made the surface devoid of any life. Sand and dust are blown up by the storm, forming a powerful sandstorm.

The watchtowers and mining equipment built by the colonists on the surface stand alone in the sand and dust. No life can survive in such an extreme environment.

And today, a huge spaceship broke through the planet's atmosphere, and the anti-gravity engine lifted the huge mass and slowly fell.

In front of this giant ship, the storm had to stop, and the force field released by the Red Alert cleared a clean area around it, as if there was an invisible protective shield blocking the storm and acid rain, isolating them all from outside.

The starship crushed the rocks on the surface, and the hull fell on the surface, stirring up the dust on the surface.

"I order: initiate war protocol and release the MCV."

Luo Xi stood in front of the intelligent computer. The ship-borne AI scanned his biological information. After matching the genes, the ancient machine that had been sleeping in the warehouse for 10,000 years began to wake up.

The huge vehicle, which is thirty meters high and more than eighty meters long, came out of its dormant state. It drove out of the stasis position, and the anti-gravity module of the chassis released thrust, allowing this behemoth to float more than half a meter above the ground.

It drove out of the starship's hatch, and the intelligent AI controlled the huge base vehicle to an open space. As the command was given, the MCV began a dazzling transformation.

"How did it do that? From a vehicle to a group of buildings?"

"Fortunately, we don't have those oil men here. In the name of the Emperor, those priests of the Mechanicus will be so happy to see this scene."

Hill's performance was particularly exaggerated. In front of him, a complex of buildings with a great sense of technological beauty quietly lit up its lights, metals were madly proliferating and expanding, special alloys smoothed the dust on the surface, and energy lines transported energy to everywhere.

It is completely different from the rough and wild style of the Mechanicus. There are no tall Gothic towers, no servo skulls flying everywhere, and no dull mechanical servants. Everything looks so clean, tidy and orderly.

A thought flashed through the Extreme Warrior's mind in a trance: Perhaps, this is what technology originally looked like.

Chapter 42 Weather Controller

The base vehicle unfolded, and Luo Xi's heart was filled with excitement.

"I order: build an energy power station."

"I order: build an ore refining center."

"I order: construction of a planetary control tower."

As orders came out of Luo Xi's mouth, the war base started to operate at full speed immediately.

Efficiency is productivity, productivity is everything, and the war base working at full capacity has deeply shocked the Imperials who are accustomed to the efficiency of the Mechanicus.

The stored initial nanorobots quickly constructed an antimatter power station under the control of AI, and endless energy was transmitted through thick cables and unlimited power transmission facilities.

At the other end, another group of nanorobots formed a refining center. After mining vehicles as big as Leman Russ tanks were produced, they drilled into the ground under the guidance of scanners and headed straight for the liquid minerals in the mantle layer.

No matter whether it is hard rock or hot magma, it is nothing in front of the mining vehicle's decomposition field drill.

After drilling into the ground, these big guys will initially separate the impurities in the minerals, and the processed minerals will be directly transported back to the refining center in the warehouse for the next step of casting.

In just a few hours, the area covered by the force field has turned into a steel jungle. The tall tank factory is spewing thick smoke, and then the unmanned intelligent machines floating in the air carry out secondary material recycling.

Nothing is wasted, and all waste from one round of production is recycled and put into the next round of reproduction.

Luo Xi came to the expanding surface. The air here carried a smell of steel. The air purification system was running continuously, purifying the toxic atmosphere into clean air for humans to breathe.

"Everything started to work," said Luo Xi.

Just a simple command, but it changed the whole world.

"It's incredible. It will take at least fifty years for the Mechanicus to transform a death world, and it will require a huge amount of manpower and material resources. Only a few important worlds are qualified to be transformed."

Hill took off his helmet, bent down, and half-knelt on the ground to feel the temperature of the ground.

The Iron Hands looked even more fanatical, with the Iron Father muttering mysterious prayers, as if he was praying to the God of All Things.

"What exactly is this God of All Things that you believe in? This is the crystallization of human wisdom. What does it have to do with gods?" Luo Xi looked at Iron Father Wiland and asked very puzzled.

"This... My Lord, Ohm Messiah, the God of All Machines, is the belief of the Mechanicus of Mars. The Mechanicus believes that all technical knowledge and mechanical products are manifestations of the power of the God of All Machines. One of the heads of the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle is the Mechanicus."

Viland spoke in a serious tone, and mentioned the Mechanicus very carefully.

"I know you don't believe that machines have spirits, but please don't make such remarks in front of outsiders, especially in front of the members of the Mechanicus. Those guys have extraordinary power and authority. Your remarks may cause unnecessary trouble."

Luo Xi had never seen Iron Father be so cautious. It seemed that the Mechanicus was even more powerful than he had imagined.

Luo Xi sighed a little. In his time, Mars was a symbol of knowledge and progress.

Many scientific and technological advances and theoretical innovations were proposed by Martian scientists, but now this holy land of knowledge seems to have become a temple of superstition.

"Also, Mars strictly prohibits the use of abominable intelligence. This is a red line. Once discovered by Mars, they will send punitive forces to eliminate the abominable intelligence." It was not difficult for Roxi to understand what Wieland meant. He was referring to the shipborne intelligent computer he was using.

"Can you answer me, what is the difference between AI and machine soul? You firmly believe that machines have souls, but you strictly prohibit the existence of AI. Is this contradictory?"

Wieland was silent. This was not something that could be answered in just a few words.

"Iron Father, there is no need to look ahead or behind. This is Macragge, not Mars. Those technological lunatics cannot reach the Five Hundred Worlds."

Hill came to smooth things over. He persuaded, "My Lord has made a vow that he will protect Luo Xi. As long as he stays in the Five Hundred Worlds, no one can harm him."

"The entire galaxy is in chaos right now. Special times call for special measures. Now is not the time to pursue this, so." Hill showed a half-smile, "There are only machine spirits on the ship, no AI."

"Five hundred worlds are forever loyal!"

The Ultramarines are indeed the most special kind of Astartes, they excel in the art of politics which most Astartes are not proficient in. Hill even stated Guilliman's attitude: there are only Machine Souls but no AI in the Five Hundred Worlds.

All beings in the Five Hundred Worlds are loyal, and this does not require any questioning or recognition from others.

As for whether Mars believes it or not, if he has the guts, he can come to the Five Hundred Worlds and question Guilliman to see if the Primarch's sincere dagger is sharp enough.

The Warmaster started a rebellion. If the Martian forces had not intervened, the traitors would probably have run out of ammunition and food soon. What is certain is that some people on Mars chose the Warmaster Horus.

The discussion about AI was quickly put aside. The most important thing at present was to output production capacity on this planet as quickly as possible and help Guilliman form a new armed force.

Before the tank factory started mass production, Roche decided to transform the harsh environment of this planet.

If those toxic substances in the air can be utilized, they will also be very precious resources.

In the center of the war base, on top of the hundred-meter-high technology center, there is a hemispherical structure with regularly distributed spherical generators rapidly emerging under the construction of nanorobots.

The giant spherical generator in its center burst into electromagnetic hum, and at the same time the energy of the antimatter power plant in the base was rapidly drawn away.

It was a terrifying energy that was enough to raze the surface of a planet to the ground. After this energy was transmitted to the core of the weather controller, dark clouds quickly condensed in the sky.

The clouds almost cover the sky in this area. Even when observed from space, the cloud layer is hundreds of thousands of square kilometers in size.

The violently turbulent atmosphere produced lightning storms that exceeded natural limits. The lightning that spread across the sky could be seen with the naked eye even hundreds of kilometers away.

Toxic substances in the air were ionized and decomposed by lightning in this planet-scale lightning storm, and then washed away by rain and fell to the ground.

The great power of nature is in the hands of mankind. Using the power of weather controllers, Roche is changing the atmospheric composition of the planet at an incredible speed.

The radioactive substances diffused in the air are collected perfectly and then stored in nuclear material warehouses by mining vehicles, while the acidic substances that make the air toxic are directly sent to the production line.