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Tiddo and Voges discussed how to reply to the letters from the four Space Marine Legions.

The main idea was to reply to each legion in the same style that their letter was written.

The Imperial Fists' letter was filled with fervent worship of the Emperor, so when replying to this letter, they would also praise and extol the Emperor.

Similarly, if the Ultramarines Legion liked flowery aristocratic language, they could do the same.

Voges rummaged through his library, finding letters from nobles who had previously tried to curry favor with him. He excerpted sections from different letters, modifying and polishing them slightly, and added them to the reply to the Ultramarines Legion, thus completing the task.

The reply to the Luna Wolves Legion was the most troublesome.

Horus Lupercal's offer was too generous.

To a certain extent, rejecting his offer was equivalent to slapping him in the face.

Although Horus would not say it explicitly, his inherent primarch arrogance would drive him to have some negative emotions towards Epimethius.

Tiddo and Voges asked Shatana to brainstorm ideas together, and after much deliberation, they reached a conclusion.

First, they would greatly praise the Luna Wolves' battle achievements and extol Horus's own merits.

Second, they would express their enthusiasm in the letter, explicitly stating that they were moved by the generous conditions offered by Horus.

Then, they would take the opportunity to mention their difficulties—that other Space Marine Legions also wanted to obtain the formula immediately, and they were thinking about how to satisfy the needs of all the legions and primarchs, asking Horus for more time.

Finally, they would promise Horus that the Luna Wolves Legion could have priority in purchasing synthetic starch.

Enthusiastic, polite, giving the other party enough face, and maintaining humility in front of the primarch—grasping these four key points, the three of them worked together to write an impeccable reply.

After reading this reply, Leeno made some changes to the transaction plan for the formula.

According to the original plan, buyers who paid the down payment by the end of this year would receive the formula on the first day of next year.

Now, considering that the pressure from the Space Marine Legions was relatively high, Leeno decided to move the delivery date of the formula to the middle of this year.

Before the end of June this year, all buyers who paid the down payment would receive the formula on July 1st.

Modifying the transaction plan in this way would not affect the final revenue.

Because in the current Imperium of Man, no one dared to go against the Space Marine Legions.

Imagine, after the Space Marine Legions received the formula, they discovered that some governors were reselling the formula privately. How would the legions deal with it?

Leeno would be responsible for initiating the action, accusing the governors of violating the contract, and the remaining liquidation work would be handed over to the legions.

Considering that he might be able to use the prestige of the legions to counter the resellers in the future, Leeno decided to give the legions a portion of the profits to consolidate the friendship between the two parties.

He added a clause to the transaction plan:

Those who pay the full amount in cash transfer at one time can enjoy a 40% discount.

The price of the formula was 1 billion, and 60% of that was 600 million Throne Gelt.

Leeno originally planned to only earn the down payment, which was to take 150 million Throne Gelt from each transaction opponent.

Now, don't want 1 billion, don't want 900 million, just need 600 million, and you can take the formula of the new synthetic starch home.

Bite the bullet, make an effort, tighten your belt and live a hard life in the short term. Basically, people above the level of star sector governors can afford this money.

When everyone starts producing new synthetic starch, promethium refining residue will become a best-selling product, even in short supply.

At that time, he would turn around and take out the new promethium refining technology, purchase promethium ore, set up promethium refineries, and open up the upstream supply chain of synthetic starch, grasping the output of raw materials in his own hands.

After this operation, he would definitely make a lot of money.

Such a broad prospect made Leeno's mouth almost grin to the ears.

The only regret was that the existing mining worlds were all popular commodities, and no one would sell them. Leeno needed to personally explore and build new mining worlds.

This led to the fact that planets producing promethium ore generally could not be bought with Throne Gelt.

Leeno could only take the next best thing, and strive to build a good relationship with the White Scars Legion who shared his interests, subsidizing them to develop mining planets and hand the planets over to him for management and operation.

At that time, the profits brought by the mining planets would be distributed fairly, ensuring that both parties were satisfied, thereby forming a virtuous circle and strong positive feedback, and constantly consolidating his friendship with the White Scars.

Considering this point, the reply to the White Scars was written by Leeno himself.

The White Scars' letter quoted two lines of poetry inherited from ancient Terra, and Leeno's reply also contained two lines of poetry, which happened to follow the two lines of the White Scars.

On the day the four replies were sent out, several more letters requesting to purchase the formula arrived at Epimethius.

From then on, no less than ten letters appeared on the desk every day.

The transaction objects who sent the letters became diverse, and star sector governors and Rogue Traders also appeared among them.

Time was spent dealing with formula transactions and advancing the Bone Drinker extermination plan.

Every night during sleep, Leeno would log into the "account" in space to rush out the weapons and props needed for battle.

Five days later, in the evening, in the private laboratory.

The single-molecule nucleic acid sequencer hummed, the working indicator light remained on, and the screen of the sequencer continuously refreshed pixel dot matrix images.

Fifteen types of mycophage viruses carefully selected by Leeno were placed in the instrument and subjected to single-molecule sequencing one by one.

The instrument extracted and purified the virus's gene samples, and encapsulated them together with nanopores containing α-hemolysin protein to form gene templates that could be read by current like chips.

When the current passed through the nanopores and encountered the bases on the gene sample, the parameters of the current would change slightly.

The electrodes and the logic circuit of the sequencer monitored the current changes in real time, and they would convert the changes in the electrical signals into base information, thereby obtaining the genetic code of the mycophage virus.

After the [Mushroom Farm] system was upgraded, it could use gene recombination technology to convert non-fungal genes into fungal genes.

There was a prerequisite here, that was to accurately obtain the genetic code of non-fungi.

Non-fungal genes could not perform fungal gene simulation, and its genetic code collection work could only be carried out in the physical universe.

Accompanied by a crisp "beep" sound, the single-molecule sequencer stopped running, the working indicator light went out, and the work of obtaining the virus's genetic code was completed.

Leeno called out the virus's genetic code and took out the yeast cassette and inserted it into the sequencer's port.

This port had been improved and could read yeast gene fragments and write information to yeast.

After a while, fifteen copies of the virus's genetic code were written into fifteen yeast cassettes.

Leeno stacked these cassettes on the table and stretched out his right hand to press on them.

A system message popped up.

[You are trying to store a yeast cassette containing a virus's genetic code.]

[Please note that virus genetic codes can only be used as experimental objects in gene recombination simulations. In other types of simulations, they cannot be experimental objects and can only be consumables.]

[Are you sure you want to store the yeast cassette carrying the virus's genetic code into the fungal warehouse?]

Storing the virus's genetic code into the fungal warehouse did not comply with the system rules, but why did the system allow it?

The reason for this was very simple. The system regarded the virus's genetic code as a "contaminant."

Wild fungi would carry bacterial contamination, which might be caused by viruses, or it might be bacteria or fungi.

The virus's genetic code was a part of the virus.

Viruses that contaminated wild fungi could follow the fungi into the fungal warehouse, so the virus's genetic code could naturally do the same.

This small detail was discovered by Leeno in the past few days.

He clicked "Confirm" with his thoughts, the fifteen yeast cassettes on the table disappeared, and the first step of the Bone Drinker extermination plan was completed.

Next, Leeno had to obtain a sample of the Bone Drinker to see which mycophage virus could kill the Bone Drinker.

His idea was this:

When fighting the Bone Drinker later, the Orks and primitives would inevitably come into contact with parasitic spores.

He could inoculate the Orks and primitives with a "vaccine" in advance.

The "vaccine" was composed of mycophage viruses.

When parasitic spores of the Bone Drinker appeared in the body, the "vaccine" would release fifteen types of mycophage viruses. As long as one of the viruses could kill the parasitic spores of the Bone Drinker, it would be a success.

Leeno launched a fungal simulation to quickly make a "vaccine."

An hour later, he obtained a creation called "Mycophage Virus Wart."

After deeply improving this thing, the "Virus Wart" would no longer be recognized as an antigen by the immune mechanisms of Orks and primitives.

In this way, people who were inoculated with the "Virus Wart" would not have a serious immune response, and the viruses in the "Wart" would not be destroyed by the immune system.

After a single inoculation, the "Wart" could exist for about 30 days.

After 30 days, the viruses in the "Wart" would disintegrate on their own due to lack of nutrients.

In general, the side effects were almost equal to none, and it was safe to boldly inoculate the Space Beast clans and primitives.

"Calculating the time, I should be going online to fight. From today onwards, I will gradually inoculate the Orks and trustworthy primitives."

Leeno cleaned up the laboratory at the fastest speed.

Returning to his residence, after enjoying dinner, Leeno took the time to wash up and stepped into the bedroom.

After finding a comfortable position on the bed, he opened the system interface and checked the archive briefing.

The Steel Courage Tribe was operating normally. The young witch doctor, Sack, diligently crafted magical spores every day and assisted Elon in managing the tribe during his free time.

Their first spaceship was taking shape, roughly the size of a cruiser from the Human Empire, capable of accommodating all the Orks in the tribe.

The construction of the spaceship was a grand spectacle, inevitably attracting the attention of Ork warlords.

Many warlord scouts appeared around their territory, likely intending to recruit the Steel Courage Tribe.

Meanwhile, the Ork pirate fleet's new ship was nearing completion.

The ship's appearance wasn't as appealing as the Steel Courage Tribe's, but it embodied the unique ingenuity of the Ork pirate fleet.

This ingenuity was known as "expandability." In Ork pirate slang, it meant the new ship could grow on its own.

After a successful raid, Big Black Tooth would instruct the tech-Orks to expand the new ship, using stolen metal materials to build more cabins, corridors, and armor plates.

With each raid, the new ship would expand, and eventually, an Ork pirate ship comparable in size to the other two would emerge.

The Steel Courage Tribe hadn't yet realized the necessity of leaving room for expansion in their ships.

However, that didn't matter.

After a few space battles, Lino believed the Steel Courage Tribe would figure it out.

Focusing his attention on the Space Beast Clan.

Space and Beast had been working exceptionally hard in the past five days, and the clan's overall size and military preparedness had met Lino's expectations.

A total of three thousand Orks were fully armed and ready, each with a cleaver and other equipment, and an ample supply of ammunition.

In addition to the Orks, Lino provided the necessary equipment to every primitive human determined to seek revenge and assigned them special missions.

Beast wasn't idle either.

He took the time to carefully select ten of the tallest Orks for the boss, serving as the boss's personal guards.

To commend Beast, Lino prepared a gift for Beast and each of the guards.

This gift required Lino to go "online" and create it himself, guaranteed to be something Beast would love.

"It's time. Let me see how much the Onie Corporation's fleet is worth."

Lino took out a magical spore and put it in his mouth, loading the save file.

His consciousness left his body and rapidly traversed the sea of stars. Lino once again saw the planet being raided by the Cold Trade Group.

This time, the fleet in the planet's orbit had changed.

The number of ships present had increased from eight to nine, with the addition of a cargo ship.

Shuttles were traveling back and forth between the cargo ship and the surface, seemingly transporting primitive humans onto the ship.

Before his consciousness plunged underground, Lino carefully observed the situation above the vault.

Two frigates hovered in the planet's orbit directly above the vault, and shuttles were transporting the Onies to the ground.

Flashes of light and smoke filled the air near the entrance to the vault. The Space Beast Clan was resisting the Onies invading the cave.

Lino nodded to himself, having anticipated this.

Little Creek wasn't the only one who knew the location of the vault. The chiefs of other primitive settlements also knew its coordinates.

After capturing these people, the Onies, though unable to understand the primitive humans' language, wouldn't hesitate to use more cruel methods to extract all the secrets from them.

It was only natural that the Onie Corporation's fleet discovered the vault, and Lino hoped this would happen.

Otherwise, the Space Beast Clan would have to go to the primitive humans' settlements to acquire the shuttles.

Now that the enemy was delivering the shuttles to their doorstep, why not take advantage of it?

Lino's consciousness entered Space's body.

He was currently located in a cave outside the vault, on the fifth underground level.

This place had been transformed into the Space Beast Clan's camp, where production and animal husbandry took place. The primitive human survivors were concentrated in a corner.

Beast stood on a high platform made of stone bricks, holding a loudspeaker crafted by the tech-Orks, gesticulating wildly as he directed the Orks to the surface to fight:

"Lads! Polish your gear, and secure your cleavers on your waists, don't let them drop! Anyone who embarrasses the boss will be skinned alive by me! And the boss's stick-lads, hurry up and put on your backpacks, we'll set off as soon as the boss arrives!"

The "stick-lads" referred to the clan boss's personal guards.

Lino was planning to lead these ten individuals on a big mission today, requiring unique weapons, which were already packed in the guards' backpacks.

"Oi, Beast!" Lino called out.

Beast jumped, suddenly turning around, his eyes filled with joy:

"Boss! You've arrived! We're all ready! We can beat those purple-skins to a pulp anytime!"

Beast trotted over, displaying flattery and awkward cuteness with his burly frame.

Lino picked up the double-barreled heavy lumber gun and slung it over his shoulder, glancing at the Ork guards who had come with Beast, nodding in satisfaction:

"Good. Rewards for killing enemies, no mercy for deserters, and that goes for you too, understand?"

"Understood!" The guards roared in unison, their bodies surging with energy, their faces filled with a desire for battle.

"Follow me, I'm going to make each of you a Green Dam, guaranteed to make you as tough as stone on the battlefield!"

"Green Dam" was the slang term for a scrap shield generator, named for the shield's green color.

This type of equipment had excellent defensive capabilities, but its drawback was its high scrap consumption.

Most of the Orks' technological creations used scrap as raw materials.

Large-scale promotion of scrap shield generators could easily lead to scrap shortages, so Lino only planned to provide this device to the guards for the time being.

He handed the lumber gun to Beast, and under the stunned gaze of the Orks, activated mechanical witchcraft.

Gears, hooks, oil, metal plates, all sorts of scrap seemed to come to life.

They flew up and down in Lino's hands, and were tightly connected in precise welds.

When the universal psionic material entered the shield's miniature cold fusion engine room, the bright light of nuclear fusion illuminated the Orks' faces, each with a completely frozen, sluggish expression.

An Ork-lad actually knew how to tech like a Mek.

WAAAAAGH!!!

It was too WAAAAAGH!!!

As expected of the boss, as expected of the guy above our heads, he's definitely the coolest and most awesome of all the clan bosses!

"Alright, stick-lads, attach the Green Dam to your belts. If it gets hungry, feed it a mouthful of fragrant scrap. If it doesn't obey, pat it, stroke it. Oil-lads like to massage their machine-girls, we have to treat the Green Dam well too, it's a great treasure that can save lives."

Lino distributed the Green Dams, demonstrated the usage to Beast and five of the guards, then picked up the lumber gun, raised it above his head, and let out a huge roar:

"Stop standing around! Pick up your gear, grab your cleavers, and follow me! We're going to flip all the purple-skins outside! Show them with our strength that we Space Beasts are the bosses here! Waaaaaagh!!!"

"Waaaaaagh!!!" The Orks roared like thunder.

Lino took the lead and charged towards the vault entrance, the Orks consciously parted ways, allowing their boss and guards to pass through, then closely followed behind.

Outside the vault door, tens of thousands of primitive humans had taken refuge here, and Little Creek, relying on the prestige brought by the Space Beasts, had temporarily become the manager of this group of primitive humans.

The Space Beasts poured out of the vault, their momentum overwhelming, like wild horses rushing towards the opening leading upwards.

Most of the primitive humans were so frightened that they quickly retreated, but a small number of primitive humans had excited expressions, their eyes filled with a strong desire for revenge.

They wore crude armor and carried Ork-style firearms. Although they knew they would die, they resolutely followed the Space Beast Clan and charged towards the surface.

Little Creek was among them.

As these people who dared to seek revenge against the enemy left, only a group of cowards who were unwilling to even pick up weapons remained inside and outside the vault.

Of course, there were also many people with ulterior motives.

They hid in the crowd, looking at the vault with greedy eyes, but were terrified to see dozens of gun barrels protruding from it.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang — — — —"

The primitive humans who could escape here were all strong and healthy, with no elderly, weak, women, or children.

The Space Beast Clan respected every brave warrior, never mistreated every heroic fighter, and the same was true for the unfortunate.

But cowards and villains didn't deserve protection.

Eliminating uncertain factors that could bring risks, allowing the fruits of victory to be controlled by the brave, and not letting the fruits fall into the pockets of cowards and villains.

This was the decision that Lino and Little Creek had made together in the past five days.

"Kill these shrimp, but don't eat their corpses. The boss said that if we eat these shrimp, we'll become as cowardly as them. Did everyone understand?"

"Agh!"

The Ork squad guarding the vault finished off the cowards and villains who weren't dead, ensuring they wouldn't tarnish the glory of the brave.

The squad leader waved his hand, instructing the lads to send the bodies to the incinerator and burn them all.

We are the new era of Greenskins, cultured, well-mannered, disciplined, don't believe in ghosts and gods, never eat shrimp, and absolutely listen to the boss!

Gagaga!