Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

Ever since the beginning of their existence, the darkness of this sea of stars has been deeply etched in everyone's mind. Whether it's the tide of greenskins, the cruelty of the Eldar, or the iron-blooded aura of the Space Marines, they have all made the Federation realize that this world is far more dangerous than the future depicted in science fiction.

"As the saying goes, if you are vigilant at all times, you will not make any mistakes. Before the end of our term, we should leave a legacy for the newcomers so that they can feel confident and act freely." Yulong's upright voice, like the sound of chimes, showed her profound tranquility and self-cultivation.

"The universe may be an abyss surrounded by enemies, but today it is also a place of hope for our survival. From today, the Federation will fully launch the construction of the orbital habitat module, which will completely change our understanding of space. A great temple can be created in a snail shell."

Across the conference hall, Chief Scientific Officer Tessexin nodded slightly and opened a holographic image. "Our research department has completed the blueprints for advanced orbital habitats. These massive space platforms will serve as the Federation's first line of defense and a core resource production center." On the hologram, the base and expansion models of the habitat gradually appeared, shimmering with blue light.

"The first thing we need to build is the foundation section, which is the artificial living area. Later, relying on space engineering, we can continue to pile materials on this foundation and eventually build it into a comprehensive space production base and military fortress."

Tesesin's grand blueprint may seem unrealistic, but it is highly feasible. The construction of the first residential station is proceeding exceptionally smoothly under the guidance of the Scientific Council.

The construction of the settlement was undoubtedly a laborious process. Dozens of intelligent species within the Federation, each with their own unique skills and talents, contributed to this magnificent undertaking. In Helka's orbit, thousands of factory ships, like countless stars, rapidly assembled these behemoths.

Even an orbital habitation station in its initial stages is the size of a continent on an ordinary terrestrial planet. Its essence is an artificially created giant satellite that is absorbed into the gravitational field of the planet.

However, with the investment of massive factory ships, all this was completed very quickly. In less than a year, a new world took shape in the void.

This new orbital habitat has an artificially tuned ecosystem and an artificial gravity generator that can perfectly meet the living needs of various species, even making the surface environment seem less habitable. Although the deep space environment still brings some subtle effects, it can still be called an artificial paradise.

These orbital habitats became the new fulcrums of space industrialization. Countless civilian spacecraft began to shuttle between star systems, transporting resources to the orbital habitats. These ships provided a rich supply of materials. Eventually, each habitat became a powerful base of production, providing the entire Federation with a steady supply of energy, minerals, food, alloys, and consumer goods.

Simply having abundant productivity is only the first stage. The "Citadel" plan requires federal engineers to superimpose new facilities on the outer layer of this orbital station, so that it has a large number of weapon platforms and defense systems. It will be transformed from a manor in space into a space fortress.

"Phase Two Completed." A Federation space warfare expert stood in the Orbital Defense Command Center, his eyes fixed on the monitoring screen, inspecting the progress of the construction. The Outer Orbital Defense System he was working on was the second-tier core of the Habitat.

Each of the outer rings of habitats was equipped with the latest defensive weapon systems. From super-large laser launchers and disruptor cannons to automated point defense emplacements, planetary deflection shields, material storage centers, and automated production arrays for intelligent robotic soldiers, these weapons were sufficient to not only repel fleet-sized enemies but also effectively mitigate the threat of orbital bombardment.

Tesesin's research team also reversed the Empire's technology and developed psychic shields for orbital habitats, providing another layer of protection for these habitats.

With the full implementation of the space industrialization policy, residential stations are no longer just spaces to accommodate populations, but have become super space complexes that integrate production, life, military, and scientific research.

An isolated city will eventually fall, but a complex like this can survive forever by being self-sufficient.

This light of void civilization was recognized by the people of the Federation, and within a very short period of time, at least one orbital residential complex was built in each galaxy owned by the Federation.

When the first group of volunteers arrived at the Helka Residential Station on the Ark of Creation, the history of space dwellers began. The hydroponic agriculture run by tree spirits and plant people, the orbital mineral extraction facilities operated by lizard people, and the comprehensive consumption center hosted by humans operated in an orderly manner, continuously expanding the scale of production and consumption in the space residential station and increasing the total economic volume of the federation.

Everything looks the same as on Earth. If our civilization were lost one day, the surviving people on the orbiting habitat might invent a mythology radically different from that of planetary civilization. They might imagine themselves living in the belly of a giant fish, their food growing on iron racks, their minerals being sucked in from the void.

The creatures on the surface wonder what the mysterious tower and language have to do with the underlying logic of the world. The mythologists in this residential station believe that the heart of the giant fish is the origin of everything, and studying these things will not make people powerful.

All in all, the Federation's overall exploitable production capacity has increased more than tenfold. The Federation's industrial upgrade is now plagued by population issues, forcing the Interstellar Alliance to vigorously encourage the use of cloning technology and the initiation of pre-intelligent species within the Genesis Sanctuary to rapidly increase population and prevent job vacancies.

"These are not just buildings," Tessehin said, standing on the observation platform of the Dort Agat orbital habitat, gazing out the window at the honeycomb-like space city. "They are the continuation of civilization and our strongest bulwark against darkness."

Orbital habitats not only became the hub of the Federation's production and defense, but also a spiritual sustenance for the Federation's citizens. Each habitat symbolized the Federation's unyielding will in this dangerous universe.

Whether it is the orbital production center or the residential station focused on scientific research, every corner demonstrates the federal people's firm belief in the future.

They are beacons of freedom, and we are about to add to their glory with olive branches and laser cannons of freedom.

40. Banners covering the sky

The practical application of epigenetic enhancement technology marks the end of the Genesis Sanctuary facility. The Federation has already, through enlightenment transformation, stimulated a total of more than a dozen different species to be enhanced in all 12 colonies to a fully intelligent state.

These new members of the Federation were led by special guides. They quickly adapted to normal life in the interstellar era and became either ordinary or important members of the entire broad alliance.

However, for many of the promoted ones, coming to this orbital station in deep space and participating in the Federation’s memorial parade is still very novel, just like a child entering the temple of God.

The Ziliks are a race of birds that originally flew in the branches of the temperate jungles of the planet Dot Agate III.

The Zirik are a highly communal species that have lived in clusters of tree nests on their home planet for millennia. Their highly evolved gregarious and cooperative nature has given them the beginnings of true intelligence.

Originally, this kind of evolution would require tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years of evolution to truly bear fruit, but the origin melting pot from the heritage of ancient races greatly accelerated this process.

In a short period of time, the Zirik people experienced their own "awakening." It was an incredible process of interstellar intelligence enhancement, as the name suggests, an enlightenment that cleared the clouds and saw the sun.

Now, their thinking and potential suddenly became broader than ever before, as if they had broken through the cage that enveloped them and were heading towards the vast depths of the universe.

Today, a Zirik named Sarah, along with other travelers of different species who love to travel, stepped into the No. 1 orbital habitat on the Helka Prime planet to watch the Alliance's military parade.

Their personal experience will be a source of pride, but other citizens who are either tied up in official duties or find it difficult to hike can also experience it. They can experience it all through the virtual reality scene brought by the prosthetic link, sacrificing some sense of reality in exchange for comfort.

Sarah stood in front of the porthole, looking at the stars and the drifting interstellar dust in space, as well as the molten planet like a furnace below the orbital station, and shook her wings slightly with excitement.

To enhance their agility, the wings of the Zilik people have degraded their flight capabilities, effectively evolving into hand structures. However, these wings still support short-distance leaps and glides, and the Zilik people consider it a cultural honor to "take off and fly" high enough. And now, no one has soared higher than Sarah, sharing her atop the apogee.

All the magnificence and advancement of this interstellar civilization were displayed here to the fullest. As a representative of the Zilik race, she felt honored to see it all with her own eyes.

Then, she followed the guidance of the prosthetic navigation system in her retina and headed to the gathering place.

At this moment, the Federation's Chief Navy Marshal Dagda was boasting about the Federation's construction achievements to the onlookers with extraordinary spirit: "Here is the gathering place of the Federation's ultimate military power."

His tone was full of respect: "We are honored to invite every citizen to personally verify that the achievements of our national defense construction over the years, the progress of our conventional forces and decisive combat weapons, have made us fearless of any threat."

So everything was presented before the eyes of many viewers.

In the vast sky outside this void fortress, countless ships are quietly suspended, like stars gathered in the Milky Way. Their number makes the light of the stars appear untouchable.

The parade formation began with the thousands of frigates. The hull structures of these starships were angular, and each one was engraved with the emblem of the Federation: a sky-high fist in blue and red, which embodied the Federation's core concept of combining hardness and softness, and protecting the plow with the sword.

The latest cold fusion reactor makes the spacecraft's thruster tail flame appear a mysterious lavender. This semi-permanent energy supply system can operate continuously in the universe for centuries while carrying a variety of energy-consuming equipment.

Following the frigates were 500 destroyers. Their balanced performance in all aspects perfectly embodied the meaning of the backbone force. The ships might not have to be too large, as long as they could withstand one artillery fire and launch another attack, that would be enough.

Next is the latest cruiser that has been launched. It may not be as big as the Empire's cruiser - we used to think that size should be a battleship - but its firepower and protection capabilities may not be enough to scare the enemy.

"Do you know how these cruisers are built?" a Swampman asked Sarah.

Sarah shook her head. She was just an ordinary Zilik who had just evolved from a primitive bird. She didn't even know where the end of the universe was, let alone understand such a profound question.

"They are born in the star fortress, supported by resources and jointly assembled by multiple factory ships. Each of our battleship production lines can build such a cruiser in less than three months, and each star fortress has more than five production lines, which can provide one hundred heavy artillery ships within a year. This is not even enough to cause any fluctuation in our production capacity. Behind this is the powerful support of the entire federal industrial system." The man from the poisonous swamp likes to teach others, but his skills are indeed impressive.

Next, after gliding quietly, these ships displayed a violent rage. From ordinary static targets to 3D-projected reproductions of imperial ships, their purpose was to serve as a foil for the fireworks show, bringing unforgettable grand views to all visitors in the torrent of rupture that shook the universe.

It was a feast for the audience, a feast for the martial spirit. Sarah's gaze remained fixed on the warships with their purple tails, and a powerful force seemed to surge within her heart. She could sense that these were more than just warships; they carried the hopes and beliefs of countless races, a symbol of the glory of the Interstellar Federation.

However, what most shocked the onlookers wasn't the warships, but the "superbeasts" that followed them. These enormous creatures made the settlement itself seem less grand than it actually was. They seemed to have stepped out of myth and legend, their majestic appearance and terrifying aura inspiring awe.

She saw a super beast named "Renlong". Its gorgeous eight tails carried the majesty of mountains and seas. It was the Azure Dragon of the East, the god of the earth.

These beasts are more than just fighting machines; their existence is a perfect fusion of nature and technology. They possess immense power and can easily crush thousands of enemies.

Sarah couldn't imagine what kind of waves would be caused if these super beasts were thrown into an interstellar war.

With the final Ultra Beast's departure, the parade concluded successfully. Sarah stood in the center of the field, still reeling from the shock of the scene. Her wings trembled slightly, her heart filled with an unprecedented sense of excitement and pride.

The Federation was open about the galactic situation, so Sara knew that as a Zirik, she had nowhere to go. But now she knew she didn't have to dwell on the possibility that it would all be destroyed.

This kingdom is ruled by strength and wisdom as one. It will not perish today, tomorrow, or in the future.

Because the day will come when our fleet will block out the sun, no matter how many suns there are.

41. Dawn of the 2.5th Damocles Expedition

As the saying goes, when you have a sharp weapon, you will naturally have the desire to kill.

Far Eastern Star Sector, Eris System, Imperial Fortress World Avium.

Beneath the towering stone dome, the majestic Judgment Hall is filled with solemnity and majesty. The golden statues symbolizing the glory of the Emperor shine brightly against the backdrop of the sacred flames.

Around the long table sat several of the most powerful figures in the Empire's Far East. Their gazes were sometimes filled with anxiety, sometimes shimmering with anger, sometimes as calm as water, but each one understood that they were in the midst of a crisis that would affect the fate of the entire sector.

"This is a shame!" The state bishop Guni suddenly stood up. He was wearing a gorgeous gold-thread robe and a holy emblem engraved with a double-headed eagle hung on his chest. His voice was full of anger and unwillingness.

"Those aliens known as the Tau have once again trampled upon the borders of the Imperium and the Emperor! The fall of these systems would be the greatest blasphemy against the glory of the Emperor!"

Inquisitor Grande, who was sitting opposite him, raised his head. Most of his face was hidden by the witch hunter's wide-brimmed hat, and only his cold eyes stared at the bishop through the slit.

He tapped the table lightly, his deep voice echoing through the hall: "Your Excellency, please be patient. Based on current intelligence, these newly emerged fleets appear different from the Tau forces we've encountered previously. While their tactics are similar, and both have involved coordinated attacks involving multiple abominable xenos, their overall armaments and troop size are beyond our expectations. We're not yet certain whether this is a Tau alliance, or…" He offered a worse scenario: "They are the true force of the Tau Empire."

At the end of the conference table, Mechanicus Karius spoke in a hoarse, mechanical voice. "The lack of intelligence needs to be corrected, but it does not affect our judgment. This force, whatever its origin, is undoubtedly controlled by the Tau aliens. After all, who else would be so obsessed with promoting the absurd concept of so-called harmonious coexistence? We must end their threat to the God of All Machines and eradicate it completely."

A company captain representing the Ultramarines sat silently by the side. He was wearing blue and gold power armor, his helmet placed beside the table, revealing a face as strong as a sculpture.

He clenched his fists, veins bulging on the backs of his hands. He finally spoke, "Whoever they are, this attack has already caused heavy losses to the people of the Empire. Over a dozen star systems, including three important industrial worlds, have been captured. This is a complete and utter failure. And to make matters worse, we don't even know the enemy's total strength or strategic intentions."

"Isn't their intention obvious?" Guni's voice was almost sharp. "This is a provocation, a declaration of war! Because of our previous retreat, the aliens are becoming more and more aggressive. They are trying to further weaken our strength and recapture the rebellious worlds recaptured by the Empire. They may even go further and plunder more of the Imperial worlds. The people of the Empire must defend their territory!"

"That's debatable," Grande responded calmly. "Right now, it seems the number of these aliens far exceeds our imagination. No one knows how many reserves they have. We can't counterattack rashly, or we might fall into their trap."

A brief silence fell in the hall, broken only by the gentle crackling of the burning sacred flame. Carius's mechanical eyes flickered for a moment, and then a piercing voice broke the deadlock: "We must act, no matter what. The enemy's main fleet is advancing deeper into Imperial territory. If we don't stop it, the God of Machines will lose even more worlds."

Grande agreed with this conclusion, but conclusions alone were useless. "The Tau attacks and the newly emerged Tyranids have caused significant losses. The forces we can mobilize in this area are too few, and organizing a new offensive is difficult. Defense is all we can do with our current strength. We must rely on the fortitude and courage of the people of the Empire."

Carius uttered a low, mechanical voice, as if calculating something. "Then I propose that we immediately dispatch more naval forces and Astartes reinforcements from other sectors to strategically recapture these systems."

"Because the courage of the people of the God of All Machines has no effect on these xenos. More than once, troops escaping from the battlefield reported that these xenos completely dominated the hearts and minds of the people on the worlds they occupied, just like the legendary enslavers. It is impossible to hope that the resistance of the subjects of the Empire can slow them down."

"With enemies everywhere, are we committing more troops to a war we haven't yet fully grasped?" Grande's tone was skeptical. "The risk is too great. The alien forces have demonstrated a far greater capacity than we anticipated. If their strength is as the intelligence suggests, we could be at an irreparable disadvantage in battle."

"Surrender is not the Imperium's style." The Angel of Death slowly stood up, his voice shaking the entire room like thunder. "We are the Ultramarines. Our purpose here is to bring death to our enemies. If these xenos dare to challenge the Emperor's majesty, we will respond with thunder."

Grande frowned. "But now the aliens are forming a pincer attack. They're attacking the Empire from both the north and the south. Our current military strength is already stretched to its limits, even if we're just using it for defense. If we switch to the offensive, it could mean a complete loss of control on one of our fronts."

Gurney disagreed: "Your Excellency the Inquisitor, the enemy has broken through our defenses. Continuing to retreat will only allow their claws to extend further! We must fight back! Once the Emperor's warriors advance their front lines to the vicinity of the enemy's capital, just like last time, they will be forced to abandon the areas they have captured and devote all their efforts to obstructing the Empire's advance."

Karius's mechanical voice was icy. "Then let us rely on the strength and courage of the Empire's subjects. Bishop Guni's opinion is quite reasonable."

After all, it didn't hit your Forge World, oil man. Grande secretly complained, but when he saw that the other participants, including the Ecclesiarchy and the Adeptus Astartes, also agreed with this plan of attacking from the rear, he could only nod.

"Based on the intelligence we've received so far," the Ultramarines captain began to deduce the tactics now that the strategy was no longer in question. "We should still launch our attack from the north of the Damocles Gulf. According to the confessions of numerous Imperial traitors, previous expeditions have come very close to the Tau core worlds. The xenos are more numerous in the south, and it's difficult to determine the route within their territory."

Grande: "This will be a high-intensity expedition no less than the battle against the Tyranids. May the Emperor bless us with victory."

Everyone around the conference table had complicated expressions on their faces. The outcome of this discussion indicated that the flames of war in the Far East were about to burn even more fiercely.

And in the depths of the distant void, the mysterious fleet is still advancing, although his enemies could never imagine that it comes from a completely different new force.

42. The Oath of Muye, which is called "to comfort the people and punish the criminals"

Flashback to the period of the Federation's military parade.

Since the army was not established just to be used as a guard of honor and to bomb space rocks, the Federation's military expansion is absolutely despicable.

The ambition for external expansion burns in the hearts of the different ethnic groups in the Federation. Their physiology is different, but their goal is the same, which is to conquer more areas of this dark and vast starry sea.

This expansion is necessary from the perspective of actual economic interests because the Federation's existing star fields have been developed to their limits and require further expansion.

However, the most important purpose of launching a new round of expansion into the vast universe is not to plunder basic resources. The resources collected by the Federation in the core world can support all citizens to maintain a utopian life, at least until the third millennium.

More importantly, new perspectives and insights bring new breakthroughs. Federation scientists feel that their research progress has reached a bottleneck. Their research into cosmic phenomena and specialized materials within the Federation's star regions has reached its limit, leaving nothing unexplained.

Relying solely on existing research results will not allow us to realize theoretical T3-level technologies. This includes the application of antimatter and even dark matter, advanced nanostructure technology, cosmic spacetime warping technology, and even the entropy recursion hypothesis. These new theoretical achievements cannot be achieved through endless hours of research in the laboratory.

Therefore, expansion is essential. The Federation must develop by witnessing more cosmic phenomena, finding more pioneer artifacts, and acquiring more ultra-rare resources. If we want our technology to continue to explode and establish absolute technological superiority in the universe, we cannot be satisfied with the present.

Apart from this realistic factor, there is also the pressure of ideals. The vision of revenge that could be taken even after ten generations has not yet appeared before the eyes of the Federation. The destruction of the Eldar has not yet been presented to comfort the heroic spirits who fought for our freedom in the past. The Interstellar Alliance is far from the stage where it should build a wall to defend itself and ignore worldly affairs.

As for the third reason, it is because we made a serious promise of ideals to the Astra Militarum prisoners of war who have now become citizens of the Federation.

Since we have vowed to make their homes full of smiles and let these people who once lived in hell on earth witness something better, we cannot escape or retreat.

We must change the empire that claims to represent humanity and make it better, or bury it and make everything better on its ruins.

……

"So everyone agrees with this result?" Yu Long had already anticipated the outcome of the vote.

"From a rational perspective, this is an irrefutable issue. Some physicists and engineering executives may mistakenly believe that societies inhabited by intelligent beings are equal because they are the result of their free will." From the perspective of Federation sociology, Tessexin used the latest cutting-edge theories to refute this less radical view. "The actions of intelligent beings to achieve their own comprehensive development are also the positive direction of the universe's movement. The struggle initiated based on this premise is naturally just."

Ruoken, however, was fond of quoting the ancients. He cites classic texts to explain to Chief Consul Yulong and his disciples why the Empire lacks the wisdom of the ancients: "Those who accomplish great things must prioritize people. People have come to us because they admire the Federation's generosity. The Empire is violent, we are benevolent; the Empire is impatient, we are lenient. By always opposing their actions, we can achieve success. The fact that no one has failed in such a recognition is sufficient proof that this 'Empire of Our Species' is truly unrivaled."

"In other words, this Empire is truly terrible. It survives entirely due to its own strength and the brutality of its enemies." Yulong considered the reality described by the former prisoners. "If the enemies of the Human Empire haven't committed atrocities worse than the Empire itself, even their active invasions would seem righteous."

"To fight rebellion with justice, even if it means singing and dancing, is not benevolence." Grandmaster Ning He smiled with a rather cunning smile. "In the final analysis, we are still much better off."

The past was not as good as the ancients, and there will be no successors in the future. How can such a country last long? Tang and Wu rose on this day, and Jie and Zhou perished on this day.

……

In the end, the Council of Consuls made up their minds that they would not build a wall and stay out of the war, but would take the initiative to attack. The result of their internal vote determined that the war would begin.

The beginning of a war is first of all awareness. When our people see that they are serving a just cause and are enveloped by the grand vision of victory and their fighting spirit is inspired, they can endure the hardships during the bloody battle. Therefore, the first thing to do is to launch a propaganda offensive.

The Federation's propaganda system diligently assures its people that its cause is just. This is because the Human Empire is a criminal group that enslaves over 80 percent of its people, indulges in inhumane and evil technologies, and spreads its negative influence throughout the universe. Fighting it is not only for our own safety, but also for the universal rights of all intelligent species, including humanity, throughout the galaxy.