Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

In the field of theoretical scientific research and technology, the Science Council of the Helka Federation is expanding the boundaries of the universe every day.

Advances in dimensional arc technology have allowed the fleet's energy weapons to break through traditional limitations, while the new artificial dragon scale armor has brought the warship's protective capabilities to a whole new level.

But the most eye-catching thing is the proposal of the "infinite applications" topic. This research not only attempts to rewrite part of the universe, but also attempts to deconstruct and rewrite the real structure of the entire universe.

Legend has it that scientists are considering how to make the speed of light in the entire universe become infinite in an instant. This is actually no less crazy than the injection of energy from another world.

The origin of this research comes from the in-depth analysis of the fragments of the star god of the Valancius Dynasty by federal scientists.

By studying the influence left by these extradimensional beings, they found that the basic laws of the universe are not unbreakable, but can be redefined.

Holding the sun and moon and picking stars is no longer exclusive to Catan.

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In terms of armaments, a strange phenomenon called "alien energy injection" provides unprecedented acceleration capabilities for the expansion of the federal fleet.

The specific principles of this phenomenon are not yet fully understood, but it is known that it can resonate with a special energy field, unprecedentedly improving our production efficiency and optimizing the performance of materials, making it possible to manufacture cruisers directly from minerals without the need for alloy smelting.

With the help of this technology, the production speed of the federal fleet has reached an almost terrifying level. A complete new "Sky Punishment Fleet" can even be formed within a month.

These fleets are not just a pile of numbers; each battleship is equipped with the most advanced weapons and shield systems.

Every time they spit flames at our enemies, they will bring "deterrence", and that's not just an adjective.

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These advances in strength provide conditions for the simultaneous implementation of military operations.

Far across the galaxy, the newly formed Retribution Fleet has been deployed to the Valancius Dynasty. From there, they will ensure that the localization of the Calixis Sector is never disturbed, while threatening Terra, the capital of the Imperium of Man, and the Eye of Terror, where the forces of Chaos are entrenched.

The vassal states re-established by the Federation, equipped with arc and dragon-scale armored ships, are advancing towards the north of the Far East Star Region. The imperial worlds along the way are quickly conquered and pose almost no threat, but owning the territories of these empires is not the goal of this group of people.

The space wall built by the Storm King still has a gap in the north that can be used for communication. We must attack the northern part of the Far East Star Region before the Necrons recover, and then go back through the gap where there is no sky cover and attack the Storm King's main star Mandragora from behind.

The Federation's special forces began to infiltrate and control many imperial star regions in the west. They established secret bases on those poorly managed worlds, then expanded their strength by recruiting and arming local opponents. Finally, through a series of carefully planned military operations, they gradually annexed these imperial star systems and incorporated them into the Federation's territory.

More importantly, the Federation Headquarters has begun preparing for an all-out expedition - their goal is to completely clear out the Five Hundred Worlds and remove this long-standing thorn in our side from our beautiful territory!

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However, compared to military progress, the greater good of ourselves and the entire galaxy is the most important. After all, the Federation still has some noble aspirations. Even after being disgusted by this galaxy so many times, they have only allowed the extermination of extreme untouchables.

The Milky Way's FTL travel system has long been corrupted by the foolish decisions of countless pioneers. Interstellar travel still relies on the outdated webway system and warp navigation, making FTL one of the biggest shackles on all development and progress in the universe.

The Helka Federation wanted to transform him, and after analyzing various Ftl technologies such as the Eldar Webway, L Star Gate, and the wormhole effect produced by Star God fragments, they created a new hyperdimensional channel system.

This is the Stargate Network. Our greatest gift to the universe.

This "stargate network" relies on high-dimensional physics and advanced nanotechnology to build new hyperspace channels. It is a more stable high-dimensional structure, safer than traditional networks deeply immersed in subspace methane pools, and is by no means flammable or explosive.

When it is officially opened, it will even be able to teleport citizens from the headquarters in the eastern part of the galaxy to the distant Chronus Expansion within one second to enjoy the space zoo filled with rare and exotic animals there.

However, one problem is that building this new channel from scratch would be too expensive and time-consuming, and it can only be built in areas where the Federation has already set foot.

But a performance gave us a new breakthrough.

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Chapter 154: The art troupe competes with each other to perform fairy music and dance.

Faced with the empire's daily decline, many traveling merchants and wanderers, following the advanced example of the "Ronin King", have decided to secretly communicate with the Federation. Or rather, it is no longer a secret communication, but open communication.

Even the local Inquisition turned a blind eye to this, because the Empire's control over the Far East Star Region was declining every day. If one ignored the destiny of mankind to rule the galaxy, or the obsessive-compulsive disorder of having a perfect territory, abandoning this place seemed to be an inevitable outcome.

In this case, it would be better to obtain more resources from here to support other Apocalypse combat areas. The trade between those wandering traders and the Federation is pure profit for the Empire. Those advanced weapons, efficient production equipment, and precious high-end consumer goods will benefit the Empire endlessly.

The last one still accounts for the majority of trade, that's the fact.

The other party behaved in transactions... generously and honestly. When they gave resources to the imperial merchants and wandering traders, they always had an attitude on their faces, as if they were giving alms to the poor or providing hospice care.

Because the Empire has no goods that they need, but everything they produce is very useful to the Empire, so heresy is heresy.

If we exclude the detection equipment, spy prostheses, and hacking programs in the cargo, then the Federation is simply doing charity, although it cannot be ruled out that it is also charity.

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This time, these traveling merchants brought a "theater troupe" with them.

The Federation was not surprised by this. After all, sometimes traveling merchants would capture ordinary residents from other worlds to "open up a new world full of milk and honey" and then dump them all over to the Federation.

Anyway, they knew that the Federation would accept everything and even pay them normally, provided that they were not found to have "abused the goods", otherwise the relevant ships would not be able to leave.

However, this time, these people were not the skinny refugees who needed resettlement specialists to take care of them. They seemed to be in a very good situation, well-nourished and in good health.

And he also has superb psychic camouflage, what a talent.

"You have been exposed, Eldar spies! Don't expect your spy skills to fool us! Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately, then put on your mind binders. You only have five seconds."

The customs soldiers murderously opened the safety of their arc weapons and used standard diplomatic rhetoric towards the Space Eldar to express the Federation's attitude towards these distinguished guests.

According to the general results of negotiations with the elves, they will not listen, but what needs to be said must be said.

"But this time they really listened. That's why they asked to see you, Archon."

The captain of the customs defense force recounted this rare experience.

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The starlight of the Milky Way flickers in the flames of war and conspiracy, and the fortress starport of the Helka Federation is now experiencing an unusual negotiation.

In the Customs Defense Force's command room, the Archons gathered around a holographic projection, lost in thought. In the center of the projection was a group of Eldar dressed in elaborate and ornate costumes.

Their postures were elegant, and they wore exaggerated and bizarre masks on their faces. Everyone's movements were full of drama, as if every word and gesture of theirs was a fragment of a grand play.

The clowns intertwined and danced in circles, looking more like a troupe of comedians than a formal delegation for negotiations. If it weren't for the strong psychic energy fluctuations emanating from them, anyone might have mistaken them for performers from an ordinary wandering circus.

"Those who aspire to achieve great things, those who scoff at the old ways, those who tear at the stars, those who go against the tide of fate..."

A clown arched his body dramatically, his hands spread outward as if drawing back an invisible curtain, and his voice took on a sing-song cadence, his syllables drawn out, as if each word were gilded with silver rhythm.

"We have come to pay our respects to His Majesty."

“…We come from a distant stage, crossing a long curtain, for an unrehearsed performance. The threads of fate intertwine in the darkness, and we are merely shadows pulling at the threads.”

One of the consuls frowned impatiently and tapped the table. "Use normal language."

The clowns smiled at each other with a mocking humor. They exchanged positions and danced around like a waltz, turning the entire negotiation room into a stage.

"Well, since you're so eager to be direct, we'll make an exception."

The most exaggerated clown sighed in a pretentious manner, although there was a cunning glint in his eye.

"It's simple. Your 'Stargate Network' essentially overlaps easily with the 'Webway' we once traversed. However... you lack a crucial key, a complete blueprint, a path that will perfectly connect your 'New Avenue' to the 'Old Highway', allowing you to grasp the entire legacy of the Ancients."

The clown used his fingers to draw an invisible pattern in the air, then gently pulled it, making a "door opening" gesture.

"And we just happen to know this way."

"Our god is a fool, an ingratitude of irony, a coward hiding in the webway, a wimp who leaves his brothers to die before his thirsty self."

Another clown interjected, his voice brisk and lively, "But he is not a philanthropist. His knowledge, especially that of the Old Ones' legacy, is by no means a free gift."

They paused, then continued, "We are willing to help. We can teach you the secrets of the Webway that the Eldar once discovered, allowing you to easily transform those dilapidated ruins into a glorious path for the Helka Federation."

"Beyond that, we're also willing to share the precious secrets within the Black Library: the true history of this galaxy, the legacy of lost civilizations, the terrifying existences that once threatened the entire universe, and how to deal with the impending unknown crisis."

The Archons exchanged glances. This was undoubtedly a tempting deal. The Federation's stargate network was still in its initial stages of construction. Leveraging the Eldar Webway's foundation would save the entire project countless resources and time. And the Black Library... it was a priceless treasure coveted by even the Visionary Prophets, the galaxy's most mysterious repository of knowledge, its secrets the dream of every civilization.

"So, what's the price?"

……

The clowns fell silent at this moment, their playful expressions subsiding slightly, as if some heavier emotion overwhelmed their acting skills.

"We have two requests."

The clown who spoke first said with a sad tone, "First, it's about the freedom of performing arts. Second, it's not just a transaction, it's a petition."

They proposed terms of trade that allowed them to freely perform in the Federation and obtain necessary material assistance.

And a "request" that is not mandatory and is insured by our responsibility.

Regarding the so-called "unicorn" request.

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"Have you ever heard of 'One Horn'?"

The first clown asked.

The Archons glanced at each other, their retinal databases instantly calling up countless pieces of information about the Harlequin Troupe mentioned by the Eldar captives, but there was very little information about the "One-Man Troupe".

The Harlequin sighed and spoke slowly, "He is our hero, a man who willingly sacrificed himself. He risked his life, acting as the incarnation of the Dark God, and willingly walked into his trap to warn us of the mistakes of the past."

"Many relatives haven't realized their mistakes, but the unicorn has truly become part of that mistake by reminding them. His soul has been marked. Once he dies, his soul will be completely devoured by the monster, condemning him to eternal hell."

"We hope you can help them escape this fate. We know your skills, your will, the power you possess, and especially your unbridled laughter, which is far more joyful than our own wry smiles."

"You are already capable of challenging the framework of this dark universe. We don't want you to confront the Prince of Darkness directly, but rather to provide assistance so that the One-Horned Soul can be truly liberated."

"We hope you will bring salvation."

They simultaneously bowed slightly, their gestures graceful and solemn, as if they were praying to a god who was about to decide life or death.

……

The meeting room fell into silence.

This was an extraordinary transaction. For the Helka Federation, obtaining the Webway blueprints and the knowledge of the Black Library would be an unprecedented opportunity.

However, saving the One touches the very nature of Chaos, and would incur the wrath of Slaanesh, the malevolent psychic entity and master of the Chaos Gods' boundless desires.

After a moment, the Supreme Archon spoke softly: "Do you believe that we are truly capable of doing this?"

"Oh, we know your abilities better than you do."

The clowns smiled and clapped softly, as if foreshadowing the climax of the play. "You are already challenging the laws of both worlds, aren't you?"

The Archons exchanged a meaningful look.

"We can accept this deal."

The Supreme Archon said slowly, "We will provide you with a performance venue and the necessary support."

He paused, his eyes sweeping across the clowns sharply: "As for the 'one-horn'... we will try, but don't be too confident."

The clowns burst into applause, exchanging delighted smiles with one another, while the troupe leader stepped back and bowed slightly to his seat of honor.

"We are grateful for the audience's love."

……

As the first part of the previous transaction, the Federation is now going to sponsor art, but this live performance has been full of twists and turns.

In the federal and core areas, a magnificent giant art center stands quietly. This space giant structure is like a giant diamond inlaid in the center of the sea of stars, reflecting the glittering neon lights and starlight.

And today, the art center's magnificent theater welcomes unprecedented guests.

After the archons agreed to the deal, the Eldar Harlequin Troupe quickly settled in. They obtained the performance rights at the Federal Arts Center and a certain amount of supplies.

Although some federal officials are still wary of these aliens who wear strange costumes and always have weird smiles, at least on the surface, the two sides have reached a consensus.

That night, the lights outside the Galaxy Theater were brightly lit. Merchants, scholars, officers, workers... residents from all walks of life in the Federation flocked there, curious to see what these Eldar clowns were going to perform.

This drama is divided into three acts.

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Their first play was set in the past and was titled "The Great Fall."

As the lights gradually dimmed, the projection screen on the stage slowly rose, revealing a magnificent world before everyone.

A magnificent palace beyond people's imagination stands on the top of the Milky Way. Thousands of Eldar nobles are dressed in gorgeous clothes, toasting and chatting. Their expressions are relaxed and comfortable, with arrogance in their eyes.

The entire theater was silent, and the federal audience's eyes were fixed on the progress of the play.

Then, darkness seeped into the stage.

Under the troupe's interpretation, the noble elves began to pursue extreme enjoyment. They created unparalleled ways of pleasure and elevated their desires to an excessive level.

Their celebrations grew increasingly frenzied, the vibrant scenes gradually became distorted, joy turned to madness, and comfort to decadence.

Finally, when they begin to squander their lives as a means of pleasure, the series of sinful scenes is shocking, and it is all so real because it really happened.

Who could stop them? This great empire surpassed the Necrons, the Orks, and even the dark techno-humans who were complacent about their own tiny achievements! The entire universe, matter and life, was created for their enjoyment.