Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

"Is it because of the plummeting food prices caused by mature industrial synthetic food? It seems that I have indeed changed some things."

Since coming to Macragge, Roshi has been committed to using technology to change people's living standards.

Among them, food is naturally the most important part. He was puzzled by the fact that farming is still necessary on agricultural planets in the interstellar age, but he expressed his understanding and also proposed his solution.

A complete set of STC modules for industrial synthetic starch and protein substances, which can continuously produce synthetic food that meets the nutritional needs of the human body.

All that is needed is some carbon dioxide, energy and water, as well as some trace elements that can be mass-produced. These machines placed in the food factory can produce food for the entire Macragge like an assembly line.

There is no need for hard work of reclamation, no need for interstellar trade across the stars to transport food from the agricultural world to the hive population world. Macragge can rely on these technological creations to be self-sufficient.

Even on a planet like Macragge, there are poor people. There may not be the typical tower-shaped hive cities here, but there are still slums.

Led by the Primarch and the bureaucracy, food created by advanced technology was provided to the people of Macragge almost free of charge.

In addition, the cheap electricity provided by the magnetic power station is also entering everyone's life. Even those dark underground cities and those intricate sewer pipes can be illuminated by the light that never turns off around the clock.

Knowledge is also cheap. The libraries that have sprung up like mushrooms on Macragge are open to everyone for free. In addition to patriotic education on loyalty to the Empire and the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, most of the books contained in them are enlightenment science books.

By searching the Thinker System in the library, one can get authoritative information in almost any field of production and culture. As long as one is willing, the best teachers will teach knowledge to any seeker through the mode of holographic video.

Roxi watched Macragge's rapid changes eagerly. Through his efforts, he would gradually transform humans back to their enlightened, civilized, and rational state.

This is also what he realized during this period of time. It is not enough to just spread the flame of humanity. What is more important is civilization, the splendid culture created by humans, and those precious spirits.

He called it: giving civilization to the years.

Chapter 157 Planetary Dock

"Please follow the instructions and dock the warship at the designated airport."

In the busy space of Macragge, a dilapidated fleet, under the guidance of the navigator, started the secondary engines and sailed at a low speed.

Captain Gantula of the White Scars Legion stood outside the porthole of the bridge, staring at the huge monster in front of him with sharp eyes.

In the orbit of the forge world called Mustafa, there was a macroscopic creature the size of a satellite floating and moving.

"That thing is made of metal, I'm sure of it." The Iron Hand at the side said with certainty.

Gantula just silently looked at the metal satellite that was getting bigger and bigger in front of him, and the readings detected by the bird servant next to him showed that the diameter of the thing in front of him was more than 3400 kilometers.

Their fleet, which had gone through hardships to cross the warp storm, seemed as small as ants in front of this behemoth, a celestial-level man-made object.

"Is this the rumored secret weapon of the Ultramarines? The battle planet called Amatra?"

Information between the legions has never been blocked, and even rumors spread much faster than official notifications.

The legionaries who arrived in the Macragge system collected all the information they could get, and they were shocked by the brilliant achievements made by the Ultramarines in the eastern part of the galaxy.

The Battle of Calth shattered the enemy's ambition to launch a surprise attack on the XIII Legion, the Battle of Amatra thwarted the Shadow Crusade launched by the enemy, and even miraculously beheaded the traitor Primarch Angron in the war.

Although the events of Nuceria were blocked by the Ultramarines, everyone was still able to analyze what happened on Angron's home planet from the rumors.

Among them, what surprised these assembled legion warriors the most, apart from the brand new power armor, was the famous battle planet Amaterra.

It was this planet-level void fortress that destroyed most of the traitors' space navy forces.

The feat of destroying the Abyss Fury-class battleship Lady Blessed with a single shot is enough to be sung and remembered by everyone.

"Of course not, sir. The battle planet Amaterra is no more than 800 kilometers in diameter. The giant in front of us is much larger than it." The navigator sent by the Ultramarines Legion responded to White Scar's doubts.

His face was full of pride and his strong self-confidence was almost beyond words.

The battle planet Amaterra, which has made great achievements in battle, has long been known to people throughout the Macragge galaxy as the propaganda machine has been fully activated.

They knew that this invincible void fortress protected their lives and the safety of their homes and was enough to defeat all invading enemies.

Gantula stared at the navigator who seemed a little fanatical with interest.

They fought across the galaxy and saw too many worlds crying and burning under the iron hoofs of the rebels.

Those who have suffered trauma in the war are either numb and ignorant, or have left deep psychological trauma. Whenever the war is mentioned, they will subconsciously feel fear and helplessness.

Although some people are full of hatred and revenge, that is a counterattack out of despair, an obsession to die together after all hope has been lost.

Only the people of Macragge had almost 100% confidence in facing the rebels.

They truly believed that the Lord of Ultramar and the Ultramarines could protect them, or in other words, even if they met with an accident, Guilliman would definitely avenge them completely.

"In the galaxy burning in darkness, there is actually a piece of heaven and earth like this that can withstand the storm."

"The Lord of Limits is indeed a great being. The rebels fear his power, so they create a destructive storm to isolate him from the battlefield."

The fleet was getting closer and closer to the magnificent metal satellite, and soon through the portholes of the ships, all they could see was the complex silver-white surface of the planet sparkling with starlight.

A feeling of suffocation naturally arose in White Scar's heart, which was the oppressive feeling that was bound to arise when approaching a giant man-made celestial body.

His two reinforced hearts thumped, pumping more oxygen-rich blood.

When their ship approached, it seemed more like a metallic object of unknown size was rushing towards them.

Is this the Ultramarines' airport? Can this thing really be described as an airport?

If White Scar had not been warned ahead of time that they would be docked inside the man-made giant structure before them, he might have imagined that it was some hidden secret weapon of the Thirteenth Legion.

A space station, a void fortress, or an ancient relic dug out from somewhere.

What Guntura didn't know was that because of the bloody lesson of Calth, any warship not equipped by the Thirteenth Legion could not approach Macragge's low-Earth orbit.

In addition, all transport ships and Rogue Traders' merchant ships must conduct complete signal communication every 20 seconds in Macragge's airspace. Once they are unable to contact each other, the weapon arrays spread across orbital space will immediately open fire without mercy.

The lesson of the Campanile will always be remembered by the Thirteenth Legion. A small transport ship almost destroyed half of the legion.

The fleet of White Scar passed through the energy shields suspended on the surface of the metal planet. The crystal blue energy shields were penetrated lightly like a thin film, and inside, the magnificent and huge airports were ready.

"My Khan, what are these air ports for? Even the Queen of Glory class battleships are far from being able to fill up the space here, right?"

Guntula exclaimed in his heart that Chagatai's son's energy-cultivation skills, which remained calm and unchanging when he saw Tairan collapse in front of him, were challenged.

Because the size of those airports, according to visual estimation, is at least over 200 kilometers, and some of the orbital docks where they have docked are even only this big.

In other words, the skyport here is large enough to accommodate some ordinary Imperial orbital docks.

This is as outrageous as a parking space being crammed into an entire standard parking lot.

"If the Ultramarines are not doing this for the sake of a so-called vanity project, then at least it can be said that their warships are worthy of such a large airport."

"My friend, I am beginning to doubt the Ultramarines. What happened to our cousins? Based on our past cooperation records, their largest warship is only the Macragge's Glory."

The Iron Hands had already tightly gripped his mechanical prosthesis. Although they were still in mourning for Ferrus Malus, the Tenth Legion, which loved technology the most, could not help but be shocked by the man-made miracle before their eyes.

"Who built this thing? It's as big as the moon, and it's made of steel."

At this moment, the battleship's engine has completely shut down, and the reactor is reducing its output power under the control of the technical priest.

Gantula felt the hull vibrate slightly, and then he was lifted up by a pair of big hands and dragged into the right position accurately and efficiently.

"Welcome to the Hera Space Dock, my lords. Your ship will be repaired and maintained here."

The navigator bowed and saluted, then stepped into the opened airtight hatch and left the White Scar's ship in a small sealed aircraft.

Gantula and Cleaver looked at each other. Are these Macragge people just going to ignore them?

"It seems that they have tacitly agreed that we can wander around freely. If that's the case, then there's no need for us to refuse."

The casualness and unrestrained nature of the Chogorians were clearly revealed at this moment. Gantula and his fighting brothers left their warship and stepped onto the airtight passage leading to the interior of the planet's dock.

Chapter 158 The Shock of White Scar

Between the battleship and the planetary dock, there are a large number of airtight passages like capillaries.

The length of these passages can easily reach tens of kilometers, and inside them are high-speed space elevators. At this moment, the silent machines driven by magnetic force are carrying Space Marines of the White Scars Legion and several warriors of the Iron Hands Legion.

The surface of the space elevator is made of transparent reinforced material, so Guntura and others can easily observe the internal structure of this planetary dock, which is as big as the moon, with their naked eyes.

There are automatic machines floating and moving in space everywhere. They are designed in a very simple way according to various purposes, and can be assembled and operated in a modular form during specific operation.

This was a very novel thing. At least after being accustomed to the religious and metaphysical machinery of the Mechanicus, Gantura had a very good impression of it.

Simple and smooth, efficient and fast.

The lights in the dock, whether they were searchlights or reactors, illuminated the dark void.

Gantula saw those unmanned machines swarming onto his warships like ants. In a very short time, they combined into suitable repair tools and directly dismantled and cut off the tattered warship armor.

The freshly cast materials from the storage center are then transported to designated locations, where machines melt the materials and make preliminary repairs at the damaged locations.

When the materials were piled up, they saw a huge black metal tower moving in the sky above the dock. The shock waves of special frequency released by it activated the metal bonds of the metal atoms, making them truly and perfectly integrated together.

Only the Iron Hands could understand the underlying principle behind the seemingly ordinary light beam irradiation. The overall strength of a warship repaired by this method would not be in danger of being reduced. In fact, the repaired warship would be stronger than when it was first produced.

After all, a warship that has just left the factory will not be melted as a whole inside and out with all the gaps and interfaces.

The warships manufactured by the Empire inevitably require a lot of riveting, welding, and overall assembly, and the warships repaired here will be as strong as if they were cast from a furnace.

"Incredible, incredible, Om Messiah, where on earth have we come to?"

"This reminds me of the lost star rings on Medusa, the incomprehensible technology."

Cleaver shouted in his heart, he had a strong feeling.

This shipyard is able to replicate one of their warships in a very short time, and the quality is stronger than the original.

And now, they only play a part of its function, as their mission is just to assist the White Scars and Iron Hands fleets in ship repair work.

In the space elevator where they were staying, an auxiliary robot was quietly sitting in the corner. It was the only thing that Guntula and others could feel familiar with here.

This product, which is made by removing the brain stem and other brain tissues and then undergoing biochemical and mechanical transformation, is widely used in various fields of the empire.

The robot servants placed in the space elevator are naturally there to serve the passengers.

Gantula ordered this unconscious flesh and blood machine to introduce the situation of the planet's dock. Soon, some sluggish mechanical artificial electronic sounds echoed in the space elevator.

"The Hera Dockyard was built two Terran years ago. It is an engineering marvel ordered by the great Primarch Roboute Guilliman."

"It was built by the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Forge World of Mustafar. In order to build this magnificent megastructure, we dismantled three asteroids in the Macragge system and moved more than 35% of the material reserves in the asteroid belt."

Two years...

This is an extremely small number. In many cases, the time consumed by subspace navigation in a war will be calculated in years.

In this fleeting time, their cousins, the Ultramarines Legion, built such an incredible man-made megastructure.