Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

The circle of itinerant merchants and wanderers was already rife with "heresy" culture, and people often turned a blind eye to the so-called rules.

Especially the Great Ronin Dynasty.

They are nominally loyal to the Empire and the God Emperor.

However, dynasties have always been pragmatic when it comes to orthodox state religious doctrines.

It's very useful for managing the lower-ranking crew members and the common people of the world under its rule.

Keep these cattle and horses in awe, so they don't cause any trouble.

However, very few core clan members actually attend any religious services.

Especially the Cross and Suleimanian dynasties.

They had their own dynastic culture.

The Clones dynasty, at its core, carried the blood of capitalism that had been passed down from the Old Nights.

Profit, efficiency, and the spirit of contracts.

God Emperor?

Can Shenhuang drive stock price growth? Can Shenhuang reduce logistics costs?!

In their eyes, even sacred beliefs can be quantified into growth models!

The Suleimanian dynasty, in particular, has a unique style.

Their dynastic world lies deep within the distant, extreme star field—

It was an extremely prosperous ancient colony that had been reclaimed by the empire.

Before its return to the empire, the area had been deeply infiltrated by the "Supreme Goodness Path".

Although the blue-skinned aliens were eventually driven away, the ideas they left behind, emphasizing social harmony, common interests, and collectivism, have taken root in the world.

On this basis, a wonderful chemical reaction occurred with the original "Ancient Terran Oriental Culture" in this colony.

Therefore, the Suleimania family has always been particularly fond of this Eastern culture that pursues "balance," "coexistence," and "restraint."

In the value systems of these two companies, fanatical religious belief appears crude and inefficient.

Above them, there was once an even more extraordinary one—

The Dynasty of the "King of Pioneers".

They actually openly promoted "Imperial Truth"!

Denying that the God-Emperor is a god, and pursuing absolute rationality and scientific progress!

"Imperial Truth" is a complete and utter cult classic!

How could they possibly believe that?!

Theodora found it incomprehensible every time she thought about it.

I knew they would get their comeuppance sooner or later!

Later, the Dynasty world was gone, and Constance Van was hunted down across the universe by the High Lords.

It just so happened!

This is what happens when you break the rules!

However, even in this circle full of pragmatism and heretical ideas.

There remains a small group of people who steadfastly uphold the authority of the God-Emperor.

A small group of fringe ronin, plus a handful of core ronin clans.

They maintained an almost pathological fanaticism toward the imperial state religion.

This group of people is definitely an anomaly in the industry.

Theodora's gaze swept over the sixth round table, where the group of fanatics was gathered.

This is not a long-standing rule of the office.

It was about ten years ago, when Liliana was just a little girl and was taken in by her side.

I saw the fanatics almost get into a fight in the auditorium because of a joke someone made.

The little girl mustered up her courage and made a suggestion to her:

"Grandmother, why don't you put those guys who chant scriptures all day at the same table?"

"If they talk about the God Emperor together, they won't argue with others."

Children speak without thinking, but their words hit the nail on the head!

After discussing it with several other bigwigs, Von Valancieus decided to turn the Sixth Round Table into a "Faith Zone".

Since then, the security situation in the city has indeed improved considerably.

Theodora felt a warmth whenever she thought of this.

My granddaughter is so smart and sensible from a young age; she's truly a blessing to the family...

now.

The fanatics of the Sixth Round Table stared intently at the line of low Gothic script representing "Deep Space Industries" on the holographic projection, their faces filled with disgust and resentment.

In their view, any technological creation that does not bear the skull emblem or praise the God-Emperor is unacceptable.

They are all filthy things that should be destroyed.

Especially this heretical group that is rumored to be able to perform fighter jet maneuvers even on cruisers, completely deviating from the Codex of Mechanics!

If Deep Space Industries dares to show up today, they will definitely unite to protest and drive these heretics out!

If a fight were to actually break out, let alone whether or not they could win.

Just the fact that they broke the rules of Voidport is enough to make them regret it.

Except that they are unwilling.

At the fourth round table, there was also a group of people with unfriendly expressions.

The fourth round table is the exclusive territory of the "exporters" in the expanded area.

Representatives of the foundry world from the "Kiava Gamma" foundry world, the "Kruonsa-V" foundry world, and the "Sgritan-III" foundry world... are all here.

But the tech enthusiasts were actually quite excited when they saw the name Deep Space Industries.

The mechanical tentacles kept waving.

The electronic eyes gleamed with a spirit of inquiry.

"Colleagues, I have heard that the ship's maneuverability data completely violates the Imperial Materials Science yield limit."

"Its reactor power supply link must have adopted some kind of extremely closed non-standard topology architecture."

"I wonder if I'll be able to meet that legendary sage later!"

"It would be a great honor to have a brief data handshake with you!"

The tech enthusiasts are chatting here.

But the Minister of Commerce of the "Nimesis Lexus" privateering group, sitting next to them, had a face so dark it was almost dripping with gloom.

"Nimesis Rexxar" is the largest industrial exporter in the Voidport.

He holds twenty large industrial worlds in his hands and maintains long-term order relationships with dozens of merchant ronin clans.

The renowned "Nemesis Heavy Industries" is one of their subsidiaries.

The Commerce Secretary is a man who has no mechanical beliefs but has undergone heavy mechanization.

Such people have a hard time getting by in the Empire, but thrive in expanding their territory.

He originally thought...

Deep Space Industries, this newcomer to the industry, has missed three consecutive summit meetings, which is tantamount to voluntarily giving up its exposure in high-end circles.

Without a large-scale exhibition platform, relying solely on agents for promotion will inevitably lead to a decline in influence.

Do you understand market principles?

Reality slapped him hard in the face.

Deep space industries have not declined; on the contrary, they are selling even better!

They were snapped up as soon as they were released, and those who missed out were even willing to pay two or three times the price to buy them back.

The reputation is getting better every day!

Undoubtedly, this has significantly eroded their market share!

If it weren't for the fact that the total supply of "Nemesis Lexus" still far surpasses that of Deep Space Industries, their profits would have collapsed long ago!

"We cannot allow them to continue expanding."

The Minister of Commerce gritted his teeth inwardly.

If Deep Space Industries intends to use this opportunity to increase its export share, it will be a major problem for them.

We must find a way to curb the momentum of these tech heretics!

Just then.

"Clang—"

"Clang—"

"Clang—"

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed at the end of the corridor.

The sound was unhurried, carrying a peculiar metallic resonance.

The doors of the central auditorium smoothly retract to both sides.

Three figures appeared at the entrance, drawing all eyes in the auditorium.

With the God Emperor above, what a combination this is!

The man slightly forward in the center was tall and wore a bright yellow robe.

A motorist wearing a yellow robe? What kind of weird taste is that!

Behind the man in the yellow robe, on the left, was a massive, red-robed mechanical monster covered in heavy armor and dragging countless servo tentacles.

This is still considered a normal high priest of the Mechanic Church.

But if you look closely at their positions...

The tall, bulky priest in his red robe bowed extremely low.

He followed behind the man in the yellow robe, lagging behind by a full body length.

The slightly hunched mechanical back and the cautious steps made it seem as if the words "lackey" were etched onto his forehead.

It's obvious at a glance that the one in the yellow robe is the real boss.

On the right, a man in a suit and tie, dressed like a business representative, was following behind, forcing a smile.

Sisyphus was incredibly nervous. Being stared at by hundreds of big shots, his legs were trembling, and he could only force himself to remain calm.

The Void Harbor Defense Forces are responsible for security checks at the entrance.

The entire crew is equipped with heavy power armor and carries laser rifles; they usually look fierce and menacing.

But upon seeing these three people, the defense soldiers were all sweating profusely, looking like they wanted to stop them but dared not.

The central auditorium is an absolute restricted area; weapons are strictly prohibited from being brought in.

This is the bottom line!

Before anyone enters, all weapons must be handed over to the defense force for safekeeping, including close-combat daggers.

Didn't you see those forge representatives from other circles?

Every time I come to a meeting, I have to reluctantly take off the "Om Messiah Axe," which I consider a part of my life, lean against the security checkpoint, and mutter prayers to soothe my machine soul.

But what about the person in front of you?

The leader, dressed in yellow, was holding a huge, oversized powered weapon with an incredibly exaggerated design and faint blue arcs of electricity flickering on its blade!