Warhammer: I don’t want to become an evil god!!

They will be eliminated by the market and become part of history.

Such policies and bills naturally attract a great deal of controversy.

Those governing organizations and high-ranking sages who forged the world strongly opposed this.

They demanded that Mars lead the protest against Terra and the Saints.

However, at this crucial moment, Laski, as the forging general,

Instead, they chose to play dead and make no response.

He didn't want it to be this way, but the sage had given him far too much.

Megastructures, lighthouses, and the recently launched bio-brain and stellar energy conversion technologies,

These are all cutting-edge technologies.

Even as a forging general who controlled a vast number of STCs, few technologies could rival the gifts of a saint.

"Let the forging sages suffer outside, and let me enjoy the benefits."

“I am the Lord of Mars. The right to interpret the Martian Laws is in my hands. The Sage is not wrong. Everything he did was in accordance with the Martian Laws.”

Laski comforted himself with a sense of peace.

Everything he did complied with the regulations of the Mars Act.

Because he is the Forging General, the Lord of Mars, the final interpretation of the regulations rests with him.

He firmly supports the incarnation of Om Messiah.

As for those guys outside, they have no spirit of dedication whatsoever, so there's no need to pay them any attention.

The other great sages of Mars also benefited to varying degrees.

They also have no way to rightfully oppose reforms.

And so, Mars, which should have been the leader, leading the other forging worlds in protest against Terra, fell into an eerie silence.

The other Forging Worlds were furious to see Mars feigning death and were condemning the Forging General and the Martian Sages for their betrayal.

There was strong opposition from various foundry worlds, but they were never able to form a united front against the reforms.

Because the interiors of these casting worlds are not monolithic either.

Factory to home, market-oriented management,

This is a policy that harms the interests of the parliament and officials who govern the foundry world.

But for many ambitious mechanical sages and priests, it was a rare opportunity.

The difficulty of promotion within the Mechanical Guild is immense.

The high-ranking sages have a profound control over power and resources.

It's something that outsiders can't imagine.

Many priests and lower-ranking sages are merely slaves of higher-ranking sages, with little to no human rights.

The higher-ranking sages, using cruel algorithms and absolute institutional advantages, completely exploited the surplus value of the lower-ranking sages and priests.

They were left with only scraps.

Under such circumstances, simply working diligently step by step will not give you any chance to get ahead.

Now, this factory-to-home reform initiative has created more liquidity.

It also shattered the control of resources held by those high-ranking sages.

For many members of the Mechanicus, this was the worst of times and the best of times.

They may lose their secure jobs, but if they seize the opportunity, they can become trendsetters of the new era and great sages admired by all.

Therefore, these people do not have enough motivation to oppose reform.

They were simply forced to speak out because of the demands from above.

In reality, quite a few mechanical sages and priests are secretly causing trouble.

This was solely to increase the pressure on the high-ranking sages, forcing them to implement reforms and gain tangible benefits.

Reforms to the Mechanical Repair Society have also faced significant resistance.

However, compared to the waves of opposition generated by other reforms in the empire, this was insignificant.

After discussing the matter with Laski, Kaul, and other senior members of the Mechanical Repair Society, Qin Yun...

A concrete set of reform guidelines has been presented.

This marked the beginning of the Mechanicus' first reform since the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne.

The sage Tina from Planet Atoma responded the fastest.

"Tina Industrial Group is officially established today."

"The Group's business covers areas such as military weapons, bioengineering, and prosthetic enhancement."

"In addition, we also undertake warship maintenance, space station maintenance and polishing, fortress post-maintenance, ruin reconstruction, and continental transformation services."

"Tina Group's core philosophy is to provide customers with high-quality technology services. If needed, please fill in your contact information at […] and a professional will connect you with us."

Sage Tina was one of the earliest members of the mechanical order to serve the saints.

When they first met, Tina was just a mechanical priest in charge of space station maintenance.

Today, she is a high-ranking sage with significant influence in the Calissis sector.

Most players obtain their first mechanical prosthetic limb from Father Tina's prosthetic shop.

This is a perk for newlyweds.

They only need to complete a few small tasks to get a high-quality prosthetic limb, which is a great deal.

On the official forum, Tina was once listed as one of the friendliest NPCs.

Of course, today's Tina Sage not only runs a prosthetics business, but has also expanded into many other areas.

This includes the manufacturing of weapons and equipment such as Gauss weapons, orbital torpedoes, powered armor, and new tanks.

Back then, when Qin Yun used the planet Atoma as his base to gather troops to suppress the rebels on planet Sintira, most of the weapons and equipment he used were supplied by Sage Tina.

Sage Tina's initial statement marks a significant step in the reform of the Mechanicus in the Calesis Sector.

The reformists who had been observing from the sidelines now had a leader, and they all followed in the footsteps of the sage Tina, establishing their own enterprises and groups.

This ushered in a new era of vigorous reform.

While the empire was undergoing vigorous reforms

On a museum planet somewhere in the galaxy, a war of attrition continues.

The Imperial Fleet has seized control of the orbit.

Currently, it is suspended above near-Earth orbit.

They would periodically conduct orbital bombardments of the ground.

Whenever a well-organized undead army appears in a certain area, orbital bombardment will follow immediately.

The main strategy is to use firepower to sweep the area.

The war on the ground has been raging for months, and as far as the eye can see, there is devastation everywhere; the whole world has been reduced to ruins.

Most of the pyramids were destroyed by players, and their contents were looted.

Tarasin, who suffered heavy losses, fainted in the toilet several times from crying.

Thousands of years of effort were reduced to ashes, making him hate the chosen ones with a vengeance.

But he couldn't beat those guys.

His undead army suffered repeated defeats and was routed.

One pyramid after another fell.

Today, Tarasim only has one pyramid left.

The once spacious collection halls and corridors were now crowded with soldiers and technicians.

Because the other pyramids had already been destroyed, the undead army that had been destroyed by the enemy could only be resurrected in this last pyramid.

Senior generals with their own emotions tend to be pessimistic.

They believed that there was no chance of winning against the offensive of the human empire.

At the heart of Tarachin's logic also appears an emotion called regret.

This battle can be said to be the first major loss he suffered after waking up.

A museum planet just vanished like that.

He even wanted to travel back in time and slap his past self for his impulsive act of trying to capture some chosen one.

Now look what's happened, such a huge museum has been destroyed.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

A mighty war horn sounded from the horizon.

The undead lords stationed throughout the pyramids were on high alert.

Because they knew a new offensive was about to begin.

boom! boom! boom!

Terrifying explosions rang out as the human fleet launched its orbital bombardment as always, suppressing the undead army on the surface.

"Do these guys have an endless supply of shells?"

A necromancer lord cursed angrily.

During each attack, the humans rained down cannonballs and light spears as if they were free.

If it weren't for the shields protecting them, they would probably have been reduced to ashes by those damned humans.

After the orbital bombing ended,

Dozens of black dots appeared in the sky, hurtling towards them at incredible speed.

The pyramid defense protocol was activated, and a barrage of gunfire erupted, unleashing a deluge of Gaussian beams at the black dots.

The undead lords raised their heads, and their eyes, glowing with an eerie green light, clearly revealed that the black dots were human warplanes.

They swooped down at incredible speed, then transformed into mechs in mid-air, finally crashing to the ground with a bang.

The mech's arms extended to deploy machine guns and powered weapons, and it also activated its shields, charging towards the pyramid despite the barrage of fire from the defensive turrets.

The Prototype warriors, equipped with thrusters, followed the mechs as they parachuted in and launched an attack on the Necromancers' defensive structures.

"Those damned thieves! They stole our technology, and then used the equipment they developed to fight us!!"

Standing on the platform, Tarasin looked outside and cursed under his breath.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen a fighter jet capable of transforming.

He also shot down and studied one.

This fighter jet, known as the Viking fighter by the Chosen Ones, is capable of both air and ground combat.

It can fly in the air and transform into a mecha upon landing.

Active nano-metals are used as the main material to form joints and deformation cores, while various high-strength alloys are used as auxiliary materials to enhance defense.

Equipped with a built-in energy reactor, it boasts exceptional endurance.

Its arms are equipped with powered weapons and cannons, making it incredibly destructive.

Humans stole the active metal technology from the Fearful Undead and developed Viking mechs to fight against the Undead Dynasty.

Thinking about this, Tarasin couldn't help but want to curse.

Those damn human thieves.

“Director.” Sannett walked up behind Taracin.

“Sannet.” Taracin turned to look at his assistant.

"Curator, the dimensional wormhole has opened. Should we evacuate the army first, or send your precious collection away first?" Sennett asked.