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No one dared to provoke him.

The second group of people stood on the right side of the hall.

A group of high-ranking members of the Mechanicus, dressed in red robes and covered in tubes and prosthetics.

Leading the group is the planet's mechanical sage, who is also the forging director, codenamed "Sigma-7".

This guy is three meters tall, and his lower body has long been replaced with an anti-gravity levitation base, with more than a dozen servo skulls floating behind him.

At that moment, Sigma-7 was cursing in that unpleasant electronic synthesized voice.

The person being insulted was someone who wasn't even there.

"That piece of trash, Zor! That lazy organic remnant!"

"He actually dared to skip a Star Language conference of this level!?"

"Saying the reactor overheats and needs manual maintenance? I think he's just trying to cut corners!"

"Once the meeting is over, I will definitely send the Christian Guard to confront him and demand an explanation!"

As Jessia listened to the commotion, a slight smile curved her lips.

Father Zor of Zhongchao was an old acquaintance of hers; he was indeed a talented person, truly lazy, but also truly intelligent.

He probably felt that attending a meeting full of bad news would only add to his frustration, and he'd rather stay home and count his money.

"Clang—clang—clang—"

Three deep chimes rang out.

The noise in the hall disappeared instantly.

Everyone immediately straightened their clothes, faced the huge golden cage in the center of the hall, and bowed their heads.

The people locked in the cage are the most precious, yet also the most pitiful, people on this planet—the Star Speakers.

It was a gaunt old man whose eyes had been gouged out, leaving dark, deep pits in his eye sockets.

His body was covered in various life-sustaining tubes, and several thick psionic amplification cables were inserted directly into the back of his head.

Star communication sounds sophisticated, but its underlying principles are actually quite primitive and terrifying.

In this universe, faster-than-light communication cannot be achieved using radio waves or quantum entanglement.

Because the distance is too great, often thousands of light-years.

Physical signals can't reach you even if you run your legs off.

The only shortcut is subspace.

Star Speakers are a special type of psionicist who can project their psychic energy into the warp to send or receive messages.

But the process wasn't pleasant...

The warp is full of demons, evil gods, and all sorts of indescribable madmen.

Sending messages as a Star Speaker is like swimming naked in a pool full of piranhas while shouting at the top of your lungs.

The messages they receive are even worse; they will receive all sorts of twisted nightmares, screams, and insane whispers.

They need to filter out the maddening noise and extract the useful information from it.

Therefore, star talkers usually have short lifespans and are generally not very mentally sound.

"what--!!!"

The Star Speaker in the cage suddenly raised its head and let out a shrill scream.

His body convulsed violently, and his withered fingers clawed wildly in the air, as if trying to grasp something unseen.

The surrounding server servants immediately began to work.

Their automatic quills flew across long strips of parchment, recording every broken word uttered by the Star Speakers.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely oppressive.

Thor's hand holding the scepter was trembling slightly.

Jessia remained expressionless, but her heart was pounding.

At this time of year, it's almost like opening a blind box.

You never know if the box contains ordinary bad news or the kind of desperate news that makes you want to commit suicide on the spot.

The first paper tape has been printed.

An Interior Ministry official read aloud in a trembling voice:

"Coordinates... Northern edge of the Misty Starfield, Agrippina Sector."

"Status... Destroyed."

"Orcs... a green wave... extremely high energy levels, three agricultural planets have lost contact, planetary defense systems are offline."

"Requesting support... We need Astartes..."

A low sigh escaped from the crowd.

It's green again.

These mushroom people are impossible to kill. If even one spore falls to the ground, an entire tribe can grow next year.

The loss of three agricultural planets means that the surrounding food supply will be strained again.

But it's not over yet.

The second piece of paper was brought out.

"Coordinates...the border of the Storm Starfield."

"Status... has been consumed."

“Shadows… shadows in the sky obscuring the stars, swarms of insects… the tentacles of Leviathan.”

"The world's 'steel tombstone' has fallen, and the last sign is the boiling sound of the biomass dissolution tank."

This time, even the members of the Cult of Mechanics were in an uproar.

Even the world cannot be defended?

That's a tough nut to crack, with the Titan Legion and the Guardians of the Faith!

Even places full of lumps of iron have been eaten by insects. How long can a second-rate industrial world like Forge No. 7 last?

Then came the third, the fourth...

"The warp storm 'Screaming Mouth' is expanding, cutting off the main route to Holy Terra."

"The vanguard fleet of the Chaos Warband's 'Black Legion' has appeared in the Grimm system."

"The court has issued an extermination order against the planet 'New Bond'."

"Around the Fenris system, the Space Wolves Legion... communications are silent. The last interstellar report indicates that their homeworld is under massive siege by the Thousand Sons Legion. The current situation is... unknown."

"Coordinates... Dark Angels Chapter homeworld 'The Rock'. Large-scale subspace fluctuations have been detected. Internal intelligence indicates that there are signs of an 'unspeakable enemy' gathering. Dark Angels has recalled all its outer sub-chapters. Currently, the chapter has cut off regular communications with surrounding star sectors and is no longer responding to distress signals from the surrounding areas."

"An expeditionary fleet of the Black Templar Chapter was ambushed en route to Cardia and is requesting urgent supplies and repairs."

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Chapter 53 Belisarius Caul

All bad news.

Not a single word was comforting.

Clearly, the universe is collapsing, and at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The current time is M41.940.

For many still immersed in the empire's false prosperity, it was just an ordinary year.

But for someone like Jessia, who possessed part of the truth, it was nothing short of the eve of the apocalypse.

An atmosphere of despair permeated the hall.

The nobles who were just moments ago comparing and scheming against each other are now ashen-faced.

Some people even began to sob quietly.

Even the usually menacing Judge Orion had a furrowed brow and his hand on the explosive pistol at his waist, seemingly lost in thought.

Just when everyone thought the meeting was going to end in this somber atmosphere.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

The servant who had been recording the Mechanicus channel suddenly began to tremble violently.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely piercing, high-frequency binary noise emanated from its speaker unit.

The frequency was very special, carrying an indescribable sense of majesty and oppression.

The Mechanic Sage Sigma-7 suddenly turned around, his electronic eyes blazing with unprecedented light.

"This...this is..."

The Sigma-7's voice trembled—a trembling of excitement.

"Forced insertion across the entire frequency band!"

"The highest level of authority code is a Mars-level identification code!"

Everyone looked up at the servant.

Even the Star Speakers in the cage stopped screaming, seemingly stunned by the powerful mechanical signal.

The machine's vibrations stopped.

It opened its mouth, and this time, what came out was no longer a fragmented human voice, but a grand voice that had been perfectly synthesized and was full of rationality and power:

“I am Belisarius Caul.”

The name was revealed.

The entire hall erupted in chaos.

Although most of those present were ordinary people, at their level, they had heard of the important figures in the upper echelons of the empire.

Belisarius Caul.

The Great Sage of the Martian Mechanicus, an old monster who has lived for ten thousand years, the greatest inventor in the entire galaxy, and also the greatest technological heretic (of course, no one dares to say this to his face).

This guy is a true legend.

He is said to have met the emperor in person, although his memory may be somewhat hazy...

But at the very least, reliable sources say that Kaul is currently working on some mega-projects that could change the fate of the empire.

Most importantly, he controls the Mechanical Ark, one of the most powerful fleets of the Mechanicus.

Kaul continued:

"My flagship, the mechanical ark 'King of Explorers,' is currently carrying out a highest-priority recovery mission in the Misty Starfield."

"We have just finished our archaeological work in the Elsar system."

"The sleeping space dead are not hospitable, but I also took some... interesting souvenirs from their graves."

The tone was understated.

It's as if he just dropped by his neighbor's house and casually grabbed a bunch of scallions.

Instead of going to a necropolis filled with Gauss weapons and living metal to wreak havoc!

But that was just a minor, insignificant problem.

It's important to know that the Elsar system is not far from Forge VII!

This means that Kaul is near the Hazy Starfield!

A massive fleet equipped with mechanical arks is right on our doorstep!

Savior!

These are the heavenly soldiers and generals bestowed by the Emperor during this darkest time!