Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

Zor was a smart man. As a super fence-sitter in the Central Nest, he knew that Sisyphus was there and that there must be something big going on there.

Although he didn't know what Sisyphus and his men were up to, with monsters everywhere, running into the sky was better than waiting to die on the ground.

"Initiate Level 1 transfer protocol."

Zor's voice was transmitted throughout the entire industrial park via the data link.

"Abandon all low-value assets and abandon all unfinished orders."

"All heavy-duty industrial shuttles, preheat immediately."

The dome of the industrial park has been opened.

More than a dozen massive heavy transport shuttles were revealed.

These behemoths are usually used to transport giant components and have an extremely high load-bearing capacity.

The warehouse door below was wide open.

Five hundred highly modified engineering servitors and two hundred heavily armed fighter servitors, lined up in neat rows, walked heavily into the cargo hold.

Immediately afterwards, the robotic arm began to lift the goods.

It wasn't food or gold, but rather huge, tightly sealed shockproof boxes.

It contained the industrial treasures that Zor had accumulated throughout his life.

For mechanical priests, human life is a renewable resource that can be used to make machine servants or food, but these industrial mother machines, scarce raw materials, and top-secret data are irreplaceable sacred objects.

With these things, even if he ran to the ends of the universe, Zor could still make a comeback.

"Zzz—click."

Zol waved his mechanical tentacles behind him, severing all the data cables connected to his spine and the back of his head.

The Throne of Life has been taken offline, letting out a deflated sigh.

Zor stood up; without the life support tubes, his cyborg body appeared somewhat hunched.

He glanced at the industrial park he had managed for decades. Although his heart was bleeding, it was not enough to affect his clarity of mind at that moment.

"……Oh shit."

Zor boarded the lead command shuttle.

The engine roared, and the airflow surged.

The massive shuttle formation, laden with the last industrial essence of Zhongchao, took off, breaking through the clouds filled with smoke and the stench of blood, and flew towards the orbital dock in the sky.

The wisdom of those who sit on the fence lies in not taking sides, not fighting desperately, and always leaving themselves a way out.

When the building was about to collapse, they ran faster than anyone else and took more things with them than anyone else.

……

……

Upper Nest, administrative spire.

The situation is dire; this place has become a battlefield.

The nobles, who were usually high and mighty, are now being hunted down like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Genestealers, who had infiltrated the guards and servants, dropped their disguises and turned the lavish party into a buffet.

Judge Orion was covered in blood, and the barrel of his explosive pistol was red-hot.

He kicked open a large, ornately carved door and roared behind him:

"Get in! All of you get in! Block the door!"

Dozens of disheveled nobles, crying and wailing, stumbled into the emergency refuge room located at the top of the tower.

Jessia was among them.

She clutched a small plasma pistol tightly in her hand, her long golden hair was disheveled, and there were two shocking bloodstains on her face.

Just now, she personally smashed the head of Administrator Perrin.

Because that fatso tried to strangle her with his third hand the instant he mutated.

"Heretics...they're all heretics..."

Orion leaned against the door, panting heavily, his eyes filled with confusion and anger.

He came to this planet to investigate technological heresy.

As they continued their investigation, they discovered that this place was practically an expo of heretics.

A technical priest engaged in illegal mass production, a bio-engineering doctor who believes in evil, a mysterious force that is outrageous to the extreme, and now the Terran insectoids have emerged in droves.

What exactly is going on with this planet?

Is it cursed?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A heavy thud came from outside the door, along with the excited roars of the monsters.

"Damn it, this door won't last long!"

The shelter was filled with desperate cries.

Jessia slid down to the corner of the wall, looking at the gun in her hand. It was the last energy battery she had saved for herself.

She didn't want this; she didn't want to be eaten.

Just when everyone was preparing to face death.

"Buzz—!!!"

A strange fluctuation, capable of penetrating the material world, suddenly swept across the entire No. 7 casting furnace.

Those were spacetime ripples generated by a high-powered Void Shield warp.

Immediately afterwards, the communication terminal in the shelter suddenly lit up and automatically played a full-band broadcast.

"This is the Mechanicus 47th Expeditionary Fleet, flagship 'King of Explorers'."

“I am Belisarius Caul.”

Orion suddenly raised his head, and the despair in his eyes instantly turned into ecstasy.

"Kaul! It's the great sage Kaul!"

"The mechanical ark is here! The fleet is here! We're saved!"

The crowd in the shelter erupted in cheers.

They rushed to the window as if grasping at a straw, looking up at the sky.

Even through the thick atmosphere, they could still sense that a colossal being descending from that high orbit.

Jessia also stood up, dropping the gun in her hand to the ground.

She won her bet!

She sent the message! And Kaul really came!

The Mechanical Ark possesses formidable firepower and countless guardians.

Once they land, even if it's just a single company, they can wipe out these damn bugs!

however.

The ecstasy of this moment is destined to pave the way for the despair of the next.

On the track.

The Explorer King has just jumped out of the warp.

Kaul's main consciousness immediately took over the sensor array and conducted a deep scan of the planet.

The result prompted his core logic to make an instant judgment, and red warning boxes popped up frantically in Kaul's field of vision.

High concentrations of Terren biomass reaction detected.

[Stellar-scale subspace shadowing detected.]

[Planet surface subsidence rate: 78%]

[Orbital Defense System: Offline.]

[Main industrial area: damaged.]

What the heck is this?

What valuable goal is this?

It's clearly a buffet plate that Tyron has already reserved and is about to be completely devoured!

Moreover, Kaul's sensors captured the surging darkness at the edge of the galaxy.

The main force of the Zerg hive fleet has already entered the fray.

If we attempt to land now to rescue people or try to salvage any supplies, the Mechanical Ark will be dragged into the quagmire.

The shields are low on energy and ammunition, and the ship is severely damaged.

For these mortals destined to die, for this second-rate industrial planet already beyond saving, let's embark on this journey of fire.

not worth!

Anyway, I was just passing by and taking a quick look, what bad luck! (Refer to the hazy star system distribution map here. Caul's fleet is sailing from west to east, heading straight for Cadia, and just happens to pass over the star system where Forge VII is located, so they will arrive very quickly.)

"Target confirmed: No recovery value."

"The shadow of the warp is intensifying, and we will be unable to make a jump unless we leave immediately."

"Turn the rudder."

Kaul gave the order.

"Leave here and continue to Cardia."

next second.

The enormous warship that had just appeared on orbit emitted a dazzling blue light from its engine nozzles.

Space began to distort, and the curtain of reality was torn apart.

"Om-"

The mechanical ark vanished; it didn't even stay there for more than a minute.

It was as if it had never been there.

……

Go to the nest, a refuge.

A deathly silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the sky, their initial elation still lingering, before being drenched in liquid nitrogen.

gone?

Just like that, you left?

Not a single shell was fired, not a single word was uttered?!

Kaul arrived, Kaul glanced around, Kaul thought the place was terrible, and Kaul left?!

No...no!!!

A nobleman let out a heart-wrenching scream and knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically.

"Come back! Please come back! I have money! I have lots of money!"

Jessia leaned against the wall, her body slowly sliding down.

She felt as if her soul had been ripped out.

She sold everything, gambled everything, and this is the result she got in return.

They were abandoned.

They were completely abandoned.