Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

But this decadent feast that seemed like there was no tomorrow finally came to an end.

Shadows emerged from the filthy banquet and the wails of souls began to echo. They did not know that their indulgence was giving birth to a terrible being.

The stage setting suddenly changed, and in an instant, a terrifying scene came into view, and the Black Muse was born with her first cry!

It was a visual and spiritual shock. The projection screen in the center of the stage showed the moment of the demise of the Eldar Empire. Countless planets were distorted, countless souls were devoured, the gods fell, the empire collapsed, and the glorious civilization of the Eldar turned into the true birth feast of the God of Darkness.

And those who once indulged themselves now kneel on the ground in fear, crying bitterly, but they are unable to change the big mistakes they have made.

This scene... is too real.

Many of the audience began to stir uncomfortably, some clenched their fists, cold sweat oozing from their foreheads. Then, a roar broke the silence.

"Stop it! What are you lunatics doing?!"

A burly Poison Ivy officer stood up suddenly, his prosthetic arm making mechanical clicking sounds. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he couldn't bear the content of the play. He raised his arm suddenly, and the muzzle of his prosthetic weapon was aimed at an Eldar actor on the stage.

"You bunch of monsters! I will enforce justice on behalf of the heavens now!"

The bullet grazed the troupe member's temple. If it weren't for the Eldar actor's agility, he would have been dead on the stage. His skill was amazing, as he was able to dodge the Poison Ivy sniper's aim.

Several security personnel immediately stepped forward and escorted the enraged audience away, but the commotion had already spread. Many Federation audience members had gloomy faces, clearly extremely dissatisfied with the performance of this drama, which exposed the darkest history of a species that stood before them with an almost self-deprecating sneer.

To avoid a larger-scale conflict, the consul had to urgently stop the performance. The clowns accepted the result calmly, just smiling at each other, as if they had expected this to happen.

“We’re just recreating history.”

They shrugged and said casually, "If you can't accept it, it's probably because you're afraid of seeing the truth. You can just close your eyes and ears, but if you don't want to repeat the same mistakes, you'd better patiently watch our performance."

The negative impact of this part of literary and artistic content on young people is simply immeasurable and must be edited before broadcasting.

……

But what follows is a more "gentle" drama about the present, the Eldar's "Path of Exile".

The series follows the history of the Eldar in the aftermath of Slaanesh: their civilization destroyed, their once-great empire fragmented into a horde of panicked refugees, exiled across the stars.

They make countless stupid mistakes, such as blindly trusting certain prophecies and trying to get the right results by the wrong means.

Even on the Federation stage, they openly mocked their own species' folly in the recent "stealing of the sacred fire": "They wanted to be the masters of the flame, but ended up not even being able to steal the torch."

However, the Jokers don't just mock themselves, their satire is also directed at humans, greenskins, undead, Tau and even the Federation itself.

The truth is spicy to everyone.

Despite the play's irony, the response from Commonwealth audiences was relatively calm.

They meditate in laughter and reflect in irony. Compared to a direct artillery shell, a biting satire is still a little too mild for them.

……

In the troupe's final performance, they brought to life the most important legend of the Eldar, the Rhana Dandra, a prophecy of the future, about the Armageddon.

On the stage, all the surviving Eldar warriors gathered and prepared themselves for the final battle, a decisive battle to save all the lost souls.

This war will sweep across the galaxy. Their enemy is the embodiment of Chaos, the master of pleasure and indulgence, and the sins they themselves have committed.

The lighting effects of the stage create a magnificent war scene. The Eldar warriors fight hard against the endless army and power of Slaanesh, sacrificing everything just to bring final salvation to their race.

At the end of the drama, those brave warriors gazed at the burning galaxy, looked up at the disappearing universe, and whispered the last pride of the Eldar to the souls that were finally saved.

When the stage lights went out, the theater fell into a long silence.

The show is over.

After a moment, applause broke out, becoming louder and louder, and finally turning into deafening cheers.

No matter how despicable they had been, this moment was a recognition of the last dignity of a race.

They may have already declined, or may have made irreparable mistakes, but they are still trying to redeem themselves, trying to find new hope and meaning, even if only a small part of them is trying to do so.

If they can really do what is prophesied, perhaps they can really be forgiven by the many people they have dragged down and by their own fate.

……

"But I'm afraid that's unlikely."

This was the comment made on the Eldar's dream when the Chief Archon directed the engineering department to erect the monument of this planetary art festival on the memorial square of Helka Prime.

I have only heard that actors once brought disaster to the country, how can actors save the world?

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Chapter 155 Physics no longer exists.

Regarding the issue of the unicorns, fundamentally they are actually the chosen ones of Slaanesh, and the process of reclaiming their souls is actually a battle against Slaanesh.

No one says that those who hate the victims of Chaos cannot become God's chosen ones. The destructive nature of the God of Chaos also includes self-destruction.

On the three "federation" paths of the normal Eldar, training and reincarnation are of no use. Their psychic projections have now overlapped with the influence of Slaanesh, and it is too late to start anew today.

Therefore, there are only two ways to retrieve his soul: Zero and having the Machine God take charge. The latter may not succeed, but with our help, it will be easier to achieve than if the Laughing God acts alone.

We were then granted access to explore the extradimensional system of the Webway, which meant that the Empire and the Dark Eldar were being terrified to the point of cardiac and respiratory arrest by the frequent appearances of Federation forces in various parts of the physical universe and the Webway.

Of course, this doesn't mean that others won't be intimidated. We have more than just the Internet Initiative.

……

The Wotan Confederacy, or Space Dwarves, living near the black hole at the center of the Milky Way, have been relying on a mysterious supercomputing device called the Wotan Progenitor Core to solve their biggest problems.

For example, warp travel.

The Imperial deep warp drive was capable of rapid travel, but was extremely unsafe. The Tau surface warp drive, the so-called "skipping stone" system, was very safe due to its brief forays into the warp, but was extremely slow.

The Ancestral Wotan system, through precise calculations, calibrated the parameters between the two dimensions and determined a safe route that was not only as fast as the Empire's ships, but also safer than the Tau's.

But such precise calculations naturally require the use of pi, right?

……

At the Wotan Alliance mining base near the black hole at the center of the galaxy, a group of short, strong, bearded space dwarves are gathered in front of the Temple of the Ancestors, waiting for the latest navigation data from the Supreme Computer, the Wotan Core.

"Ancestors, please give us a safe route."

Commander Ulba Deep Copper pleaded devoutly with the supercomputer. The Wotan Core, embedded in the center of the interstellar fortress, gleamed with an ancient yet steady electronic glow.

As usual, the core hummed, beginning its course calibration. Its immense computing power roared, analyzing the complex subspace disturbances and gravitational field shifts. The data displayed smoothly on the holographic projection screen; everything seemed to be proceeding smoothly as usual.

However, just as the core tries to calculate a key parameter, an exception occurs.

On the screen, the originally stable numbers suddenly overflowed, and a series of red error codes burst out.

"Error! Mathematical constant mismatch! Calculation failed!"

All the dwarves frowned at the same time.

"what happened?!"

A rune priest rushed to the control panel and hurriedly entered diagnostic commands.

The core began to self-check, and the huge data chain quickly scanned the past until it captured the key data point that caused the calculation to crash - pi π=3.

"……what?"

The dwarf engineer stared at the numbers on the screen with wide eyes, unable to react for a moment.

This is impossible.

Pi is one of the most basic mathematical constants in the universe. Any geometry, gravitational calculations, and wave equations are based on its standard value of 3.141592653. But now, our ancestor Wotan says it is suddenly equal to 3?

The Wotan core didn't respond. It was stuck in a strange logical loop. It kept trying to verify the correct value of π, kept trying to extract the correct answer from physical data, but every time, it still got that absurd "3".

Infinite recursion, computation overflow.

"System temperature rising! We're losing control!"

The engineer shouted in horror as the coolant pipes began to vibrate violently and steam gushed out.

As the dwarves watched in horror, the light of Wotan's core began to flicker violently as it made its final calculations—

"The ultimate natural disaster crisis, the reality reconstruction hypothesis..."

Then, it completely crashed.

Alarms rang throughout the entire Wotan Fortress. Without the guidance of the core, many automatic systems were paralyzed, and the database connected to the souls of all deceased ancestors was dead silent.

"Ancestor, what's wrong with you? Ancestor, your teeth are broken!"

The space dwarves let out a deafening wail, as if the soul of the entire nation had encountered the most terrible disaster.

However, the crisis of the Wotan dwarves was only the beginning.

……

In other corners of the galaxy, similar disasters are unfolding.

On the Forge World of the Imperial Mechanicus, the monks who claimed to have mastered the "Truth of the God of All Machines" were horrified to discover that their holy relics were disintegrating. Certain key technological creations collapsed due to inexplicable mathematical errors.

"The sacred laws of the Myriad God have been violated!"

The high-level sages angrily output a series of binary languages of 0 and 1. They tried to fix the fault, but even the most advanced "appeasement" rituals could not make the universe obey the mathematical laws of the past again.

At the same time, the Titanium's scientific research department also discovered an anomaly. Their newly built orbital ring was designed to perfectly fit the planet's synchronous orbit, but now, no matter how it was adjusted, it could not dock successfully.

"it's out of the question!"

The Tu clan's chief engineer could hardly believe his eyes.

What happened? No one can answer this question.

Except for the Necronic Dynasty, which is still living in peace, other civilizations understand one thing: something is wrong in the galaxy.

……

As time went on, the disaster escalated rapidly, even transcending the realm of pure mathematics and spreading to reality itself.

First, the speed of light in many areas of the galaxy suddenly became abnormal. In some areas, the speed of light instantly reached infinity, causing serious chaos in the empire's transportation system.

Of course, it was not without its advantages, for example, Cadia's reinforcements arrived on time and the Great Plunderer was dealt a heavy blow, but overall the disadvantages outweighed them.

Even more bizarre are the anomalies in the field of biology.

On one of the Empire's agricultural worlds, farmers are horrified to discover that Myrmex, a large, six-legged predatory creature used for meat production, has suddenly entered a state of extraordinary growth.

Their nutrient synthesis mechanisms have become more efficient, and they can now survive by eating soil. Not only are they alive, they are also reproducing explosively.

Large numbers of ant-cattle filled the entire planet. Their adaptability to the environment has reached an incredible level, and they are extremely ferocious.

In just a few days, the planet was completely devoured, its ground riddled with holes drilled by ant-bull swarms. The countless ant-bull predators completely destroyed the entire biosphere. The humans of the aquaculture world trembled in fear in the Governor's planetary fortress, calling in fleet strikes to prevent themselves from becoming the same rations they once were. It was like a monster invasion from a disaster movie.

This is just one of many variations of reality.

The center of all the abnormalities is an experiment being conducted by the Helka Federation.

……

In a distant experimental base, scientists from the Helka Federation stood in front of the main console, observing the experimental results calmly.

They are testing a new form of physical construction, a technology that could reshape the very laws of reality.

It's not a petty trick that changes small-scale reality indices, but a more complex, true world-creating skill.

At this moment, their achievements are shaking the entire galaxy and distorting the most basic logical laws of the universe.

They did it.

"Scientific Research Project No. 42", applied infinite theory.

They are manipulating the universe like star gods, rewriting the world with ease.

“The experimental results did not meet expectations.”

One scientist shook his head slightly.

"Our universe is too old and has been torn apart by war. We expected the physical changes to spread across the entire observable universe, but now it has not even completely covered the Milky Way and is beginning to be repaired by the rebound of reality."

They are now creators, but they are still not satisfied.

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Chapter 156 At least clean up the computer.

"I don't understand how Paradox's code is written. Even ordinary people in Skylines have teeth modeled. It has this kind of incredible but useless detail. No wonder the computer has iterated again and again, but Paradox's late-stage games are still so laggy."