Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

“Aspais, you don’t look well.” Theodora turned to her. “What’s wrong? Are you in trouble?”

Aspas rubbed her temples and sighed.

"Don't even mention it."

"Several industrial worlds under my protection have recently fallen into complete chaos."

“A group of chaotic cultists, who appeared out of nowhere and were spreading corrupt doctrines among the grassroots workers, also bribed several production supervisors.”

"Last week, strikes and riots broke out simultaneously at two large plasma refineries, with rioters using scrap parts to make improvised bombs and destroy logistics channels."

"Although the governor mobilized the planetary defense forces for a bloody crackdown, production capacity has dropped by more than half, and the shortfall is terrifying."

Aspas looked at Theodora.

"Speaking of this..."

"I placed a large order in the 'Kiava Gamma' forging world, urgently customizing over 100,000 sets of riot control and suppression weapons. The deposit was paid long ago, so why haven't I even heard from them yet?"

"If this batch of weapons isn't replenished soon, the heretics might launch an even larger uprising, and then the entire galaxy's environment will be completely ruined... Theodora, could you please urge the Tech Priests on my behalf?"

Theodora's expression stiffened slightly upon hearing this.

She knew, of course, that Aspas was anxious.

But the problem is, there's nothing she can do about it!

“Aspas, you are also aware of the nature of the Mechanicus.”

Theodora helplessly spread her hands.

"Although 'Chiavagama' is nominally under the jurisdiction of my Valancius Protectorate, I only have the right to bind them through agreements, not direct administrative jurisdiction. Although I am the ruler of the dynasty, in their eyes I am nothing more than a slightly higher-level partner."

“The forging world has a completely independent self-evaluation system. If some sage drinks too much fake engine oil today and thinks that a certain parameter is not sacred enough, and insists on stopping the entire line to start worship again... what can I do?”

“I’ve had someone follow up on your order twice, but they only replied with the nonsense ‘following the logic of Martian evolution.’ I can only think of other ways to put some pressure on them.”

Aspais had no choice but to accept her fate.

"Okay, I was just asking casually."

The two were talking.

"Yashiri Suleimania," who had been sitting to the side and was almost invisible, suddenly spoke up.

"The two of you."

Yashiri has long, smooth black hair and a relatively gentle temperament, quite unlike the type of Aspas or Theodora.

The Suleimanian dynasty, the youngest of the five, ruled for just over two thousand years.

There was once an even younger one, whose business lasted less than five hundred years.

However, the "Kings of the Frontier" dynasty was previously removed from Terra due to its misdeeds, and Sulaymania filled the vacancy.

Yashili has always seemed somewhat isolated and powerless in this circle.

Therefore, she always carefully maintains her relationships with the other families.

"Winsterkel...something seems off."

Yashili lowered her voice and pointed to the other side of the table.

Theodora and Aspas looked in the direction she pointed—

Caligos Winsterkel, the ruler of the Winsterkel dynasty.

This warmonger, who usually loves to make a lot of noise and flaunt his martial virtues, made an unprecedented appearance at the general meeting today.

It should be noted that the old madman has been absent three times in a row, and the last time he came, it was because his subordinates released a holographic recording.

That's fine.

The key is that Kaligos' current state is too strange.

He sat in a chair.

His expression was blank, and his eyes were empty.

His eyes barely moved, staring intently at the teacup on the table.

Place both hands on your thighs and clench your fists tightly.

His veins bulged, as if he wanted to punch something, but he forcibly held back.

Her body was still trembling slightly.

"Is this old guy possessed?" Aspais frowned and muttered to herself.

Even more magical is...

Behind Kaligos stood a figure as large as a mountain of flesh...

Eugene?

This inferior species has a brain like a walnut; it can't understand human speech at all.

At this top-level meeting that would determine the fate of the sector, Caligos actually brought this thing in.

To be honest, Caligos has had occasional episodes of illness before, but this is the first time he's had one this severe...

Although this Oglin seemed to have undergone some modifications, his eyes were slightly clearer.

But no matter how smart he is, he's still just an Oglin!

"Kaligos!"

Theodora questioned her without any politeness.

"Have you been in the warp for too long and gotten water in your brain?"

"What are you trying to do by bringing Oglin in here? Do you think we old acquaintances will assassinate you here? Or are you trying to use him to prove that your proud, barbaric tactics have made a new breakthrough? Get him out of here right now! This stench is seriously interfering with my thinking. It's utterly absurd!"

Caligos acted as if he hadn't heard, continuing to stare blankly at the teacup.

Until he stood before his Secretary of the Interior—

A middle-aged man, sweating profusely and with his clothes somewhat disheveled.

Because Caligos brought Oglin in thinking he was the Secretary of the Interior, he had been looking for Caligos outside for most of the day before running back.

The middle-aged man, panting, leaned close to Caligos's ear and whispered a few words of advice.

Caligos then seemed to wake from a dream and shuddered violently.

He turned his head and glanced at the smart guy behind him with a slow, dull, and slightly bewildered look.

He waved.

Clever Head scratched his big head and walked out of the central auditorium.

"Kaligos, are you alright?"

Yashili leaned closer with some concern and asked softly.

The Suleimania and Winsterkel families have a long-standing friendship. It is said that when the two first leaders were still serving in the navy, they worked together to reclaim eighty-eight lost worlds for the Empire, a bond that could be described as a life-or-death experience.

Yashili also showed more concern for Kaligos than for others.

"Have you been engaged in intense combat with aliens again recently? I heard that your fleet's course is increasingly deviating from the main route."

"If you encounter difficulties with fleet repairs and medical supplies, Suleimania has several backup production lines specifically for producing advanced medical prosthetics. I can immediately allocate some of their capacity to you. If all else fails, you should return to your territory and recuperate for a few months..."

Yashili rattled off a whole bunch of things.

However, a full minute or more passed.

Caligos slowly turned his head to look at Yashili.

When he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't had water in a long time:

"Ah... I... no! I didn't fight with the alien..."

Yashili was stunned.

Why did you only answer the first question?

What about the next part? Isn't that reaction time way too long?

It's like... someone cut half of your brain out!

Not only the representatives of the five great dynasties, but also the other giants at the First Round Table noticed the strange atmosphere here.

The representative of "Huangyan Group" snorted coldly and said in a sarcastic tone:

“Lord Winsterkel, of course you didn’t fight the aliens.”

"Because you've brought all that trouble to our territory!"

"Just last month, your fleet conducted indiscriminate firepower on the outskirts of the 'Columbus' sector, cutting off the escape route of an entire Chaos Warband. This caused them to panic and jump directly to several mining planets we are currently developing! In order to wipe out these mad dogs, our 'Huangyan Group' lost nearly a mercenary regiment! If you only care about your own killing spree and do not consider the secondary disasters caused by this blind expansion, which seriously affects our normal early resource point exploration and information mapping, we can hardly guarantee that we can still provide you with star system intelligence support at the current rate next quarter!"

The executives of Tartarus Holdings also joined the condemnation.

As a vassal of the Clos dynasty, he naturally sided with his master.

"That's right!"

"The expansion of the Winsterkell fleet has seriously exceeded the limits."

“The military fortress you built in ‘Wolkenhain’ has cut off two of our vital smuggling…trade routes!”

The manager of the "deposit shop" was a shrewd, overweight man. He tapped on his calculator and slowly interjected:

"Everyone, calm down, calm down."

"War is something that inevitably has some uncontrollable consequences."

"Our 'Deposit Bank' will solve your cash flow problems. Whether it's war damage, compensation, or reconstruction investment, we can provide loan services with preferential interest rates. As long as you repay the principal and interest on time, it's not a big problem."

A contractor representative at the "Seven Ports Summit" tried to smooth things over, saying, "Everyone's just trying to make a living by expanding the area; harmony brings wealth."

"Our seven Voidports are currently operating at full capacity, providing logistical support for everyone."

"These past few days, just coordinating temporary resupply and docking for your fleets has already overloaded the system. If all parties are willing to relinquish a little bit of docking rights along the edge of the shipping lanes, we can immediately build several new fuel distribution nodes. This will only benefit everyone's future long-distance voyages..."

The industry leaders argued and bickered at the roundtable, creating a noisy scene.

Only Caligos remained sitting there blankly, as if nothing concerned him.

Theodora looked at the chaotic scene and felt only annoyed.

It's always the same: endless exchanges of interests, endless complaints and shirking of responsibility.

That's politics.

Inefficient, but unavoidable.

She couldn't help but look down.

Around the round table, surrounded by a densely packed group of fringe and core ronin.

She was searching for that name—

"Deep Space Industry"

The seat at the fourth round table represents limitless technological potential.

Sure enough, it was still empty.

"He didn't come again."

……

……

The important figures were arguing fiercely at the first round table.

But in a dark, unknown corner of the auditorium.

A silent exchange is taking place in another dimension.

Several figures, draped in long robes and with hoods covering most of their faces, stood solemnly in the shadow of the pillar.

Chief Psionic Mage.

The most elite spiritual force of various dynasties and groups.

It will always be an occasion involving the distribution of interests across the entire star sector.