Warhammer, I really didn't intend to form a second empire!

Like a flock of sheep that had been lost for many years finally finding their leader and shepherd, Zhao Zheng didn't even need to give orders or urge them on. He just stood there, and the people would spontaneously gather around, quietly waiting for him to guide them.

Perhaps it was because of his own appearance, or perhaps it was because of the charm of the original body, but the reactions of the people in front of him were clearly beyond that scope.

There was fervor in their eyes, but they kept that fervor restrained. They did not blindly worship Zhao Zheng as the son of a god or a savior sent by heaven. Their fervor was an unconditional belief in and reverence for Zhao Zheng.

That kind of purity and care was something that Zhao Zheng, a corporate slave, couldn't adapt to for a while, but as a Primarch, he didn't seem to resist too much. He naturally accepted people's support, and after unifying most of the surface within a month, Zhao Zheng immediately started industrial evolution.

Primarchs are born with a great deal of knowledge crammed into them by the Emperor. The most important thing about a Primarch is his genetic material, followed by the knowledge in his mind.

Those are the truly priceless treasures, but unfortunately, very few people can actually put this knowledge to practical use. Perturabo and Felus are one, the Lord of Fire Dragons is barely half a, and Guilliman is purely a high-achieving student who specializes in one subject but not another.

Zhao Zheng felt that he needed to improve the level of science and technology as soon as possible, otherwise the knowledge in his mind would just rot away in his mind because of the current poor level of industry.

Actually, Zhao Zheng was quite surprised by the conquest. After all, he initially wanted to take the path of conquest, but he didn't expect that his identity as the Primarch would be so useful. In just one month, he had subdued most of the continent without losing a single soldier. He only needed to show his face.

Zhao Zhengdu thought he had traveled to a place other than Warhammer City.

But the knowledge in his mind and his current giant body told him that this was Warhammer, only his landing spot was exceptionally good.

If the Primarch's crash sites were ranked, Guilliman and Dorne would be classified as the highest tier.

Peturabo and Horus are in the second tier.

I and the Khan are in the third tier.

Alpha Rex is in a class of its own.

What are the rest of those things?

Kang Laoba and Kankan had a truly hellish start, no wonder they eventually betrayed each other.

One reason for a lack of mental resilience is that childhood trauma can truly affect a child's entire life. Not everyone can be like Guilliman, having adoptive parents with sound values ​​and kind, upright character.

Peturabo is a counterexample; the ancient Terran Greek court-style political struggles and the vortex overhead nearly drove this Primarch insane.

Zhao Zheng was extremely grateful that he was not a giant baby and had received a complete and sound education in values, knowing what is right and wrong, and what he should do next, instead of falling into serious mental exhaustion.

……

Zhao Zheng stood in front of the newly completed first blast furnace, the molten iron reflecting red onto half of his face.

The heat from the furnace was intense, and the surrounding air distorted and trembled in the high temperature. The bare-chested craftsmen operated the simple bellows and gates, their faces not showing exhaustion, but excitement.

They believed in Zhao Zheng and were happy that they could make a small contribution to the god in their hearts.

Zhao Zheng taught them for three days, stuffing everything into their heads, from ore selection to proportioning, from furnace temperature control to slag removal timing.

He even began writing books, compiling a lot of knowledge into volumes and passing it down. Technological progress must involve the entire population, with everyone working together to make progress.

Being complacent and stagnant is always the most foolish thing to do, and Zhao Zheng would not make such an obvious mistake.

Time waits for no one. If we don't climb the technology tree soon, we'll be the ones who suffer later.

Zhao Zheng unified the area in just two months, and then spent another month revising all the systems, essentially making himself the sole ruler, like the First Emperor.

Developing science and technology in a feudal era is hardly a good approach, and Zhao Zheng certainly understood this.

When Zhao Zheng became emperor, at least he wouldn't exploit the common people. He could ensure that everyone had enough to eat, jobs, and education for their children. The pressure of their living conditions wouldn't be so great that it would force them to lose hope.

The power of a Primarch is beyond question.

In Zhao Zheng's hands, the affairs of a feudal society with more than one billion people could be completed in less than fifteen minutes.

Moreover, Zhao Zheng can guarantee that he will not make any mistakes.

He was even able to reform the military system, develop science and technology and the economy after handling political affairs, and at the same time set about how to improve the level of education here.

Actually, the current progress is still very slow. The level of technology is too low. Many of the ideas that Zhao Zheng has are simply impossible to realize. He can only wait for further technological iterations and updates.

He had really tried his best to teach the people here, but mortals are still mortals. They don't have the abilities of the Astartes, nor the omnipotence of the Imperial Guard, who were praised by the Emperor as perfect humans, and they certainly can't have the unparalleled abilities of a Primarch.

They were just ordinary people, yet they were able to transform their feudalistic thinking into acceptance of the First Industrial Revolution in just a few months, and have already made great breakthroughs. This is already quite remarkable.

Zhao Zheng could not ask them for anything more.

In fact, Zhao Zheng originally thought that in this feudal agricultural society without a formal education system, promoting industrialization would require a huge amount of effort to eradicate illiteracy and provide training.

But he discovered that the people under his command were absorbing knowledge at an abnormally fast pace.

A blacksmith apprentice can remember 70-80% of the alloy ratio after hearing him explain it once, and he will hardly make any major mistakes when he practices it the next day; a carpenter can deduce three variations on his own after watching him demonstrate an improved mortise and tenon structure once.

Zhao Zheng initially thought it was the Primarch's charm aura that provided a teaching bonus, but he later discovered that it wasn't.

These things seem to be engraved in their bones, like a forgotten instinct that will be awakened again with just a gentle touch.

Perhaps this is the true legacy left by the former rulers of the Dragon Kingdoms. If these remaining people can unlock the technology tree even for a moment in the future, then the instinctive memories hidden in their blood will be reawakened, leading to a rapid technological explosion.

Zhao Zheng may have simply unlocked a genetic lock for the people here ahead of time.

Zhao Zheng had reason to believe that the people on this planet did indeed possess the technology left behind by the former Dragon Kingdoms, and it was very likely that it was technology left over from the Golden Age.

This was an unexpected bonus, and it laid the first step in gradually perfecting Zhao Zheng's grand development plan for the future.

He didn't know where he would end up in this world, when the emperor would come, or when his judgment would arrive.

But at least today, at this moment, standing in this city under construction, Zhao Zheng felt that he finally had a sense of being alive and a sense of belonging to this place.

The black hole in the subspace continued to greedily devour, and Zhao Zheng could feel his strength increasing day by day, even his thinking was constantly improving.

He has so many things he wants to do now. Since he has come to this world, he can't just watch the humans here go to their doom and be toyed with by chaos and the warp.

I must forge a new path, at least to manage my own world well, so that even if something happens to me in the future, I can leave something for humanity.

The night wind swept across the city walls, ruffling his thick black hair, and the stars in the night sky swirled in his eyes.

Chapter Three: The Red Guard Plan

Before the molten iron in the blast furnace had even cooled down, construction began on the second and third furnaces. Zhao Zheng gave them no time to catch their breath, nor did he give himself any.

He directly named the newly born city "Chiyang," taking its meaning from a distant and intense obsession.

The city was filled with his hand-drawn blueprints and models, from large steam-powered forging hammers to small precision gear meshing curves, each marked with detailed and meticulous annotations.

Even late at night, people still held torches and gathered outside the workshop, waiting to take turns going inside to observe and learn. The firelight illuminated their somewhat tired but excited faces.

He really wanted to do what he could for the people here.

Therefore, Zhao Zheng did not adopt the conventional step-by-step teaching method; instead, he found a more direct and efficient approach.

He directly dissected knowledge and then forced it into people's minds by relying on his personal prestige.

He directly compiled a completely new writing system, which was his native language on Earth, the ancient language of the ancient Terran Dragon Kingdoms.

He integrated scientific principles with operating instructions, making them symbolic and modular, so that even illiterate farmers could master the basic operating logic of machinery within three days.

This is undoubtedly due to the legacy left in the genes of the Dragon Kingdoms, but it is also due to Zhao Zheng's use of spiritual energy to slowly stimulate the potential of the people here.

Potential is only potential when it is realized; otherwise, it is useless.

This script was carved on bluestone slabs and distributed to every village. Literate people copied it down and spread it overnight. With the help of Zhao Zheng's spiritual energy, these things were directly transmitted to those towns and villages.

Within a month, communication and production instructions across the entire continent could be transmitted synchronously using this new script, and it was also rapidly enhancing the intelligence of the people.

In fact, Zhao Zheng didn't quite understand what was going on either. The allure of the Primarch was indeed strong, but once the level of technology improved and the people became more intelligent, they should have been demystified of feudal dictators like him.

Yet Zhao Zheng was still highly respected here. He could sense that this was not because of his strength or the wisdom he displayed, but because these people genuinely admired him.

They revered the god who had led them out of the mire.

However, it must be said that the "assets" left behind by the Dragon Kingdoms are indeed astonishing, and the talent of that bloodline is truly amazing.

A blacksmith who originally only knew how to make plowshares, after seeing Zhao Zheng's sketch of the steam engine principle, actually delivered a crude but perfectly functioning piston prototype the next day.

Zhao Zheng remained silent for a long time in front of that machine. He reached out and touched the scalding copper pipe, feeling the vibration of the piston driven by the internal moisture. That vibration carried a strange temperature that traveled up his fingertips and into his heart.

From then on, he began to frantically derive simplified solutions for a series of core technologies.

Iron smelting was upgraded to steelmaking, and steelmaking was further upgraded to alloy casting. The temperature of the blast furnace was repeatedly increased, and the coking rate of coal quadrupled within two months.

Drawing inspiration from ancient Terra, he wrote down plans for the concentrated use of wind and water power on the walls of an entire stone temple, which engineers copied day and night before putting them into practice.

Three days after the concept of railway was proposed, the first experimental track was laid. A freight train pulled by three steam locomotives roared out of Chiyang City under the watchful eyes of the crowd, transporting the first batch of standardized parts to the arsenal three hundred miles away.

Those were the parts for the first batch of bomb guns and chainsaw swords.

These simplest and most basic weapons were a piece of cake for Zhao Zheng; he simply couldn't develop them due to previous technological limitations.

Zhao Zheng was somewhat envious of the Greenskins in this regard. The biological weapons built by the Ancient Saints had an evolutionary ability that was almost comparable to that of the Zerg Swarm. As long as Warboss didn't die, no one could say for sure what level those Greenskins could evolve to.

If Zhao Zheng remembers correctly, the most famous orcs during the 30K era were the Orc Emperor of Ulanor and the Beast during the 32K era who wiped out the Fist of the Empire and forced Vulcan to perish with him.

As for 40K, a minor Bonebreaker, he's at most among the top Astartes, not worth mentioning.

Zhao Zheng stood on the platform at the rear of the freight train, watching the long steel train disappear around the bend in the mountain valley, trailing thick smoke and sparks.

The warm, trembling sensation from touching the vehicle still lingered in his palm—the pulse of a newly born industrial life, rugged and bold, brimming with unstoppable momentum.

He took a deep breath. The air was filled with the smell of coal smoke and tar. On his previous life on Blue Star, this was called pollution, but in Chiyang City at this moment, it was called progress.

The current level of technology for pollution control is not yet sufficient, but Zhao Zheng will continue to work hard. This is a piece of cake for him.

He turned and returned to the Central Design Institute, his footsteps treading on the bluestone-paved corridor, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The engineers, engrossed in creating their blueprints, didn't even look up. They were used to His Majesty's relentless pace; all they needed to do was ensure that their minds and pens remained undisturbed.

Zhao Zheng glanced at the reports piled on his desk, casually picked one up and flipped through it. His eyes quickly swept over the data, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. The success rate of the new alloy formulation had stabilized at over 90%, and the date for mass production was approaching, far exceeding expectations.

He picked up his pen and began sketching a new design on a blank parchment—the outline of a large gantry forging press, large enough to press out the breastplate plates of the Astartes power armor.

Zhao Zheng knew that this thing couldn't be made yet, but he had to draw it first, let their hands touch the lines on the drawing, and let their minds slowly digest its logic through day after day of staring at it.

They will naturally get inspiration then, and Zhao Zheng didn't just make this design for future power armor.

He had some new ideas for his army in the future, but they were not yet feasible.

One day, Zhao Zheng will bring his dream blueprint to life. He believes he can do it, and he also believes the people here can do it.

In the days that followed, Zhao Zheng divided the entire continent into seven industrial zones.

Chiyang City serves as the core R&D center, focusing on the prototype manufacturing of high-precision equipment; the eastern plains rely on abundant water resources to build a large-scale light industry base; the western region, due to its rich coal reserves, is planned as the heart of metallurgy and heavy chemical industry; the southern region is utilized for aquaculture and planting; and the coastal area is mainly used as a tidal energy utilization site.

He is building bases and tidal power plants on the high seas, and is also creating a base for the production of parts for spaceships and fleets that will one day travel to the stars and conquer the seas.

He did not resort to any forceful administrative orders to relocate the population. Instead, he dispatched a team of engineers to explain the future to the slower-developing areas, using textbooks and diagrams written in the new language.

He will rebuild his home planet to resemble his former home, but even better and more magnificent!

He wants to lead his people back to the peak of the golden age!

After hearing this, Zhao Zheng didn't know if the mortals believed him or not, but they would spontaneously move each time, a conscious act that made Zhao Zheng feel a sense of unreality and disorientation.

Because he thought about the original owner's fate. If he were no longer around, what would happen to these people?

If he is simply erased from history, what will become of them?

These people would stop what they were doing when Zhao Zheng passed by, and then watch him leave.

Zhao Zheng had tried to dissuade him many times, but after finding it useless, he stopped saying anything.

He didn't want to be a god, and he was afraid that he would let them down. After all, although he had faith, no one knew whether tomorrow or an accident would come first.

The Warhammer world always catches you off guard with its malice.

Therefore, Zhao Zheng could only try harder, move faster, and do more.

In the fifth month since we arrived here, the first standardized explosive gun production line was finally completed.

Zhao Zheng stood at the end of the production line, watching the first explosive shell roll off the end of the machine tool, the brass shell still bearing traces of cutting fluid.

He picked up the bullet and brought it to his nose, smelling the mixture of metal and gunpowder—the first familiar scent he had encountered since coming into this world.

In the world of Warhammer, artillery fire is language, rules, and the boundaries of civilization.

Human colonies without military force are like toothless beasts; no matter how large they are, they are nothing more than granaries waiting to be harvested.

He ordered the production of three models to be prioritized: the standard infantry version, the short-barreled reconnaissance version, and the heavy long-range version that he pre-built for his own guard.

Production capacity is still very low, with less than 200 rounds produced per day, but Zhao Zheng is not in a hurry.

He left the production line to the craftsmen to optimize and iterate on themselves, while he himself turned to more urgent tasks.

Establish formal military and political academies.