Warhammer Cultivation: Cultivating the Tao Te Ching in the 40K Universe

He turned and glanced at Sergeant Kafir, who was still struggling painfully in his chains.

The top-secret video recording his comrades' bloodlust flashed through his mind.

He remembered the increasingly uncontrollable, raging beast deep within his heart.

They have no way out.

Rather than enduring endless struggle and depravity, only to face that destined tragic end.

Why not take this high-stakes gamble and fight for a brand new future for yourself and all your descendants!

All hesitation and pain vanished from his deep blue eyes.

Instead, there is something belonging to the Primarch, to the Archangel, that severs everything…

He slowly straightened up.

His imposing figure was once again filled with unparalleled power and majesty.

He is no longer a patient.

He is the king of the Ninth Legion!

He turned around and, in a voice powerful enough to make the entire galaxy tremble, issued the most sacred and weighty order since the legion's inception to his most trusted commanders!

"Radolon!"

"Here I am! My father!"

"Azkalan!"

"Yes, my master!"

"Melos!"

"Yes, my lord!"

"We have no choice but to move forward. Either the Empire gains a stronger Holy Blood Angel without any hidden dangers, or..."

"The Empire has lost us, and we... will never hurt the Empire 'like that' again."

"Children, no matter what, I'll be with you."

Saint Gilles' voice, like thunder, echoed throughout the entire Gene Sanctuary!

"Send my order!"

"Ninth Legion, we are about to face a brand new war!"

"A war that is neither against aliens nor against traitors!"

"A final battle, against ourselves! Against our souls!"

"Everyone, mobilize!"

"In the name of the Legion, requisition all engineering resources!"

"With angel wings, fly to every corner of this wasteland!"

"Construct... a grand formation!!!"

......

Saint Gilles's command, like a sacred wind imbued with supreme will, spread throughout the entire Bar star system within just a few hours.

From the flagship "Immortal Wonder" to every warship and orbiting monastery surrounding Baal, and to all the Ninth Legion's offspring stationed on those two red moons.

When they heard their father, their beloved legion commander, speak with a voice filled with determination and hope, all the Holy Blood Angels stopped what they were doing.

Whether it's an ongoing combat drill, a craftsman maintaining weapons, or a former think tank member meditating and battling the beast within, it's all happening at once.

At first, there was a brief, unbelievable silence.

Immediately afterwards, an unprecedented, overwhelming response erupted!

"For my father!"

"For rebirth!"

"Ninth Legion, obey orders!"

The pain that had been suppressed for too long, the despair that had been struggled for too long, all transformed into a do-or-die passion for construction that was powerful enough to shake the stars!

The Ninth Legion, an incredibly sophisticated and elegant war machine composed of over 100,000 demigod warriors, began to operate at breakneck speed, unlike anything seen before.

This time, its goal is not conquest.

Instead... save yourself!

Countless landing craft and transport planes, like swarms of red locusts, descended from orbit onto the red land of Barna, which had been scorched by radiation for millions of years.

They shed their power armor, a symbol of glory and slaughter, and donned heavy, radiation-resistant engineered exoskeletons.

The weapons in their hands also changed from explosive guns and chainsaw swords to laser cutting machines, plasma welding guns, and various engineering instruments used for precision construction that they had never encountered before.

The angel transformed into a craftsman.

An unprecedented psionic project, the largest of its kind outside of Terra since the dawn of humanity, has officially begun on this cursed red wasteland!

Chapter 221 United We Stand (10 Extra Chapters)

This is a construction panorama, brimming with violent aesthetics, that would drive any engineer in the galaxy mad.

Bar, the Arpha Quadrangle.

This area is one of the most geologically active regions, with abundant geothermal energy reserves underground.

Chief Pharmacist Melos is leading his entire team of pharmacists in a tense exploration effort here.

They were no longer doctors saving lives, but transformed into the most skilled "geologists".

They deeply modified the sophisticated bio-scanners used to detect the physiological signs of Astartes warriors, inserting their probes deep into the scorching crust of Barna.

"Report! At exploration point number three, seven thousand meters underground, a high-level geothermal energy reaction has been discovered! The frequency of its energy fluctuation matches the 'Xun position' array node provided by the Dao Lord with a 99.7% match!" a pharmacist reported loudly.

Melos stared at the complex underground energy flow diagram on the data terminal, which resembled the meridians of the human body, his eyes gleaming with fascination.

He never imagined that a planet, on the level of "life sciences," could have such a striking resemblance to a living organism!

"Mark this node!" Melos decisively ordered. "Establish it as the base for the 'Xun-001' energy tower! Notify the technical department to dispatch heavy drilling rigs and prepare for foundation reinforcement work!"

Under his command, teams of pharmacists, like a group of the most meticulous "old Chinese medicine doctors," "cut out" the most precise "veins" for this dying planet, Baal.

They were searching for the most stable energy root for the entire formation.

On the edge of the Great Salt Waste.

This is the region with the most intense Baal radiation. The free hadron rays in the air are enough to kill any unprotected mortal instantly.

But at this moment, the place is brightly lit and bustling with people.

Thousands of technical sergeants are working tirelessly and frantically around the mysterious technical director, Tectus-19, brought by Hector Kane, in a "knowledge conversion" operation.

They are translators.

It is the only bridge that translates Hector's "Tao," which is full of Eastern mysticism, into the cold and rigorous "logic" of Mechanism.

Inside the makeshift command center.

Hector is suspended in mid-air.

He stretched out his finger and used his true essence as ink to slowly draw a complex three-dimensional rune in the air, composed of hundreds of strokes.

"This rune is called 'Gathering Sun'." His voice clearly reached the ears of every technical soldier. "Its core lies in simulating the fusion reaction inside a star, purifying the mixed radiant energy into the purest 'Solar Fire.' Pay attention to these three core circuits; they represent 'Samadhi,' and must be kept in absolute balance..."

Below, the red optical lens of the Tectus-19 scans, records, and analyzes all the structures and energy flows of this three-dimensional rune at speeds exceeding the limits of human vision.

Then, his terrifying computing core began to operate at full speed!

"Parsing complete. Converting to binary engineering instructions..."

"The energy conversion model has been established. The required core energy module model is: 'Zhurong-7' plasma reactor."

"The rune circuit etching scheme is generated. It is recommended to use 'subatomic laser printing technology', and the accuracy error should not exceed two Planck lengths."

"The instruction set has been sent to the logic engines of all construction servitors."

Under Tectus's "translation," the profound array runes, which were incomprehensible to mortals, were quickly transformed into lines of cold instructions composed of "0"s and "1"s that the machine servants could read.

A highly efficient collaboration that transcends civilizations and systems is underway here.

The construction platform for the "Gravity Anchor Tower" in the Bar Synchronous Orbit.

This is the "base" of the entire formation.

Commander Azkalan of the Blood Guard is personally leading his most elite members in the most crucial calibration work.

They were the overseers.

It is the ultimate guardian that ensures every component of the great formation is absolutely perfect using the most stringent and ruthless standards.

Inside the core of a kilometer-high "gravity anchoring tower," Azkaran is suspended above a massive, slowly rotating gravity generator.

He did not rely on any external instruments.

He simply closed his eyes and used his battle-hardened senses of energy and space to personally "experience" every breath and every pulse of this enormous machine.

"In the third quadrant on the left, increase the output power of the energy stabilizer by 0.1 per thousand." His voice was calmly transmitted to the technicians below through the built-in communicator.

"Reverse gravitational flow generation matrix, phase shift, inward correction of 0.003 micrometers."

"……Perfect."

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his golden pupils.

"Locate the core. Proceed to the final packaging process."

These noblest demigod warriors, once born solely for slaughter, now displayed a focus and rigor even more terrifying than the most meticulous mechanical sages of Mars.

Because they know that what they are building is not just cold steel structures.

Rather, it is the ark that carries their entire legion, their future...

......

The "Myriad Spirits Blood Spring Array" project has entered its most intense phase.

One after another, towering "energy-guiding rune towers" hundreds of meters high sprang up like mushrooms after rain on the red desert of Balna.

The entire planet seemed to be gradually covered by a vast, mysteriously beautiful energy net that was being slowly woven.

On the edge of the Great Wasteland, atop a mountain whose main structure has just been completed.

Hector and Tectus-19 stood side by side, overlooking the magnificent construction scene below, bustling like a swarm of ants.

Tens of thousands of Holy Blood Angels and engineering servants are working together. Huge transport planes are lowering prefabricated tower modules from the sky. Titan-sized cranes are roaring as they precisely lift modules weighing thousands of tons into place.

The entire earth trembled before this torrent of steel and will.

"Incredible."

Looking at the scene before him, Tectus-19 expressed his heartfelt admiration in his data-driven language.

"According to my real-time calculations, the current engineering efficiency has exceeded the 'first-class wartime fortress construction standard' issued by the Imperial Military Affairs Department by 342.7 percent."

"Their coordination, execution, and understanding of complex engineering instructions have surpassed the records of any Imperial engineering force in my database."

“Logically speaking, this is almost impossible. They are not professional engineers, and this kind of cross-disciplinary adaptability violates the basic principle of ‘specialization’.”

Hector simply smiled faintly upon hearing this.

He pointed down to the Blood Angels below, who were working together to slowly push a hundred-ton rune core plate into the base of the tower.

“Tectus, you saw the data, but you ignored… the ‘heart’.”

“Heart?” Tectus’s red optical lens turned toward Hector; clearly, this word was beyond his comprehension.

Yes, heart.

Hector's gaze became distant and profound.

There is a saying: "Unity is strength."

"It means that when all people share a common goal and pool their will without reservation, the power they can generate will be enough to move mountains and fill seas, and build the Great Wall."

"The scene before your eyes is the best proof."