Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

"I am very pleased with this attitude." Guilliman said with a smile, "I look forward to your good news, Karen. If you can successfully persuade the Mechanicus in the Beta-Garmon galaxy and successfully take charge of the empire, then I will Many projects related to the space-time structure will be carried out in the solar galaxy, and I hope to appoint you as the chief engineer of this project. But all of this is conditional, you must have the ability and achievements that make me trustworthy."

"Unbelievable glory, great Regent of the Empire, I will definitely not let you down." Karen lowered his body, and the bloated machinery hummed from his every move.

"Go." Guilliman said, "I am waiting for your good news. I look forward to your performance this time, which will determine whether your future is worthy of my reuse, and whether you can gain more knowledge from me."

Karen nodded, then moved his huge mechanical body and walked out of the room.

Guilliman waved his hand, and all the detailed data about the Beta-Garmon galaxy appeared in front of his eyes.

The elites of Terra were full of confidence and wanted to use this huge army to force Guilliman to compromise.

It's a pity that they think too simply.

"Compromise."

Guilliman sneered in his heart.

If it was a normal universe, he probably wouldn't bother making it so big.

It's okay to compromise.

It is always good to be able to save some people from dying.

But now that Chaos is stalking, many rebellious Primarchs are also gearing up.

The crap is still dragging its feet.

Compromise with the elites of Terra is a dead end for Guilliman.

He could only defeat Beta-Garmon's defenders with force, declaring his return unstoppable.

Looking at the data in front of him, Guilliman thought about how much he would have to pay if he attacked by force.

According to some information, Terra mobilized a total of fifteen wargroups, two Titan Orders, and a large number of Astral Militia, and also threw an Ark of the Mechanicum and a large number of Imperial warships.

Relying on the many platforms of the Beta-Garmon galaxy, this army built a three-dimensional defense fortress.

It can be said that it is impenetrable.

"If it doesn't work, then we can only use the God's Punishment Colossus to break the situation violently." Guilliman whispered, he didn't want this war to last too long, otherwise many empire worlds in the entire galaxy would fall into turmoil.

Once the battle is confirmed, he will use the Star Destruction Cannon installed on the Colossus of Heaven's Punishment to crush the opponent's void power with a few shots.

At that time, there will be no starships, and the ground troops will be nothing to worry about if the subspace channel gets stuck.

This time, not only will the siege of Beta Garmon be smashed, but the legitimacy of the high lords will also be completely denied, making them unable to organize any form of resistance.

Let the nobles of the entire empire understand one thing, their power is given by the empire and by humans, not their innate power.

If you can't think in the interests of the whole human being, you will be swept into the dustbin of history.

If you want to fight with force, stop dreaming.

Guilliman stood up and stood by the porthole of the strategy room.

He will smash all obstacles without compromise.

Crane left Guilliman's strategy room.

He had to consider how to persuade those sages of the Mechanicum to complete the task assigned by Guilliman.

In the process of advancing, the anti-gravity suspension platform under his lower plate made a unique humming sound, pushing his bloated body.

When people along the road saw him, they had to hide on the side road and wait for him to pass.

Once Karen's heavy body is on the promenade, it will hinder everyone's passage.

He stepped out, then boarded his aircraft on the deck, and returned to his own mechanical ark.

In the Mechanical Church, every high-ranking sage or casting general will have his own mechanical ark.

It is a symbol of their power and knowledge.

Every mechanical ark is distinct, and its composition depends on the lore and technology possessed by its creator.

Creators often apply all the secret technologies they get to their own mechanical arks.

The same is true of Karen's mechanical ark. He applied all the technology he acquired in his life to his ark.

The Mechanicus has never paid attention to bloodlines.

Their position is determined only by their knowledge and skills.

Keren recalled the time when he was not a steel ball star casting general.

Hundreds of years ago, he emerged from the slave pile of Mechanicum on Mars to be qualified to install the intelligence core.

In the cognition of the Mechanicus, only those who have mastered the knowledge can be regarded as the same kind, and others are just the materials for flesh and blood research, and candidates for slave labor.

Those slaves who are suitable to embark on the road of advancement are screened out and become the lowest level apprentice priests.

Then, after being baptized by a branch within the Mechanic Cult, he became a full-fledged official priest.

In this process, it will take at least decades to do so.

Not only because of its long learning process, but also because it takes time to adapt.

With his infinite passion for mechanics and the mysteries of truth, Kron has persisted.

And eventually became the casting general of the steel ball star.

In the long process of growing up, he met some like-minded colleagues, and naturally made many enemies.

Most of the enemies are from within the Mechanicum.

On the road of seeking truth, dissidents with different ideas are the most terrifying enemies.

Among them, the opponents of Mars are the most fierce. Many of them want to kill Keren and take his collection of STC templates.

But for the knowledge promised by the Primarch, Karen can compromise with his enemies and pay a price to reach a consensus with them.

Knowledge is the most precious thing in this world, other than that, other things are not worthy of too much attention.

Dignity and honor are floating clouds.

Karen's majestic body swayed to the beat of the anti-gravity suspension platform, and stepped out of the exclusive aircraft.

The deck of the mechanical ark is very wide, and it is responsible for the logistics supply and maintenance of the expedition fleet.

A large number of transport ships are coming and going, and they are constantly loading cargo from the deck to the transport boat.

The huge traction machinery dragged those heavy armor or weapon equipment containers, and then used the mechanical arm to put them into the transport boat.

When those machine slaves and priests saw Karen, they immediately presented the noble Mechanicism etiquette.

Karen ignored them and walked straight through the jungle of generators.

The olfactory senses made of precision parts give a slight warning to the dirty air quality.

No normal human likes to be in the furnace factories of the Mechanicum.

They can't bear the air alone.

The levels of carbon dioxide and argon exceed the normal human tolerance range.

A normal person would quickly slip into a coma from these air qualities.

Cron's filter was at work, sucking in this parody of Martian air.

Every breath feels like a holy purification.

Step past the lowly wretches who adore him.

Karen walked into the depths of the fortress, and the hardworking Machine Soul maintained the temperature changes in every room of the complex building.

This room was filled with the heat of a broken furnace, and that room remained pleasantly cool.

Even the dullest person can feel the difference in temperature.

In the depths of the fortress is the production workshop, which is comparable in size to a furnace factory that casts a planet.

Countless slaves and laborers were chained around the assembly line, helping to build the sponsored sacred steel.

Repair and reassemble a wide variety of autonomous robots and vehicles.

Priests are dedicated to the assembly and maintenance of complex circuits, or the installation and debugging of biochemical and mechanical organs.

Their status is also very low, just like Karen who had just been implanted with an intelligent core in the past.

But compared to those slaves who have no human rights, they are still mysterious and unpredictable figures.

They all remained excited about Karen's arrival.

Greet him in binary, or kneel before him.

Karen, as always, maintained his arrogance as a foundry general and didn't care about these greetings.

Go straight through the furnace factory and enter the circular elevator that requires advanced permissions to enter.

The elevator platform is full of steel ball star emblems.

He stretched out a mechanical tentacle to connect it with the deep layer.

With the help of the moving elevator platform, he entered the deepest workshop.

The outside of the workshop is full of engineering robots and anti-infantry hunter engines unique to the order.

Their detection arrays are scanning every move, and their weapons are in a charged state. Once they find anything wrong, they will start the hunting process.

Resolutely and decisively hunt any target without any mercy.

Relying on his own identity as a general.

Kron steps past these loyal, unrelenting guards.

Open the metal door of the workshop and walk into it.

A bright, integrated research workshop made of silver-plated steel plates appeared in front of Keren.

The technological content here is far beyond the outside.

No one working here is a slave laborer, all mechanical priests.

Each is a master in a field with a wealth of experience and knowledge.

Each of them can act independently, and they are the core force under Karen's command and the mainstay supporting his rule.

This room is quite different from the ones outside.

It was cooler, cleaner and more mechanized.

In the transparent culture tanks one by one, the biotechnology from the thirteenth is bearing fruit here.

At its most central position, a huge transparent cylinder with a diameter of ten meters is filled with a large amount of nutrient liquid, and a huge human brain is floating in it.

This is a human brain built using human gene sequences. After being stimulated and induced by chemicals, it has grown to the size of a small hill.

A rare hint of excitement appeared on Karen's mechanical face.

Thanks to Guilliman's knowledge, he accomplished what he had always dreamed of.

That is to strengthen the human brain so that it has more powerful computing power than machines.

For some special reasons, the empire does not allow purely mechanical intelligent cores to have self-awareness, let alone allow them to have computing power beyond the bottom line.

For this reason, the thinker array has been limited, and the computing power can no longer be improved.

It is undeniable that the thinking ability of the human brain is very powerful.

Hundreds of millions of neurons have computing power comparable to that of a computer.

But the human brain has limits after all.

Hating intelligence is a red line that must never be crossed.

The only way, and that is to enhance the human brain used by the Thinker Array.

The Mechanicum has conducted many experiments on improving the cogitator's array computing ability.

However, as the most complex organ in the human body, the enhancement of the human brain is progressing slowly.

If you are not careful, there will be unimaginable consequences.

There are countless times to create various monsters.

The intelligent computing network built by Karen with his own power controls the entire steel ball galaxy.

But he also groped to the limit of the human brain.

No matter what he does, for the contemplative array, the improvement is very limited.

Just like the edge effect, whether increasing the number of meditator heads, or strengthening those heads, the improvement that can be brought about is very small.

He encountered a bottleneck and was once stumped by this problem.

Until the appearance of Guilliman, the various knowledge given by the Primarch gave him a chance to break through.

With the help of Guilliman's Heart, which is so mysterious that even he doesn't understand how it works, it serves as an anchor.

He succeeded in creating a larger and more powerful human brain.

This is the one inside the glass cylinder in front of you.

He called his project the God Brain Project.

Once complete, he will evolve again, surpassing all those who hate him.

The existence of Guilliman's heart makes the gene editable, and becomes the anchor point of genetic engineering, so that it will not go out of control.

Let the god brain without autonomous consciousness become a reality.

This is also the reason why Keren is so devoted to Guilliman.

He knew that the opponent had more powerful and mysterious technology in his hands.

Those technologies can only be exchanged by expressing loyalty to Guilliman.

"How's the situation?" Karen looked at a mechanical priest and asked.

"Everything is good. The capacity of the divine brain has surpassed the current data capacity unit of the mechanical ark, and it is still growing, and the future is unpredictable. The relevant programming work is in preparation, and we will have the strongest thinker brain."

The mechanical priest moved a data screen fixed on a metal pillar and placed it in front of Karen.

The data flowing inside made Keren smile.

With the help of this strongest thinker array, he will obtain a larger amount of calculation than before and control everything.

Many worlds of the empire are limited by the inefficient array of contemplators, making it difficult to move towards technology and mechanization.

And now, he, Keren, will change everything and become a great figure who promotes the progress of the Mechanicum and the Empire.

"Very good." Karen inspected and nodded in satisfaction.

Only after seeing the results of the laboratory can he make up his mind to pay enough to complete the Primarch's mission.

He will take out the treasures of his own treasury in exchange for consensus with those conservative enemies.

No matter how conservative, no matter how staunch conservatives face the STC template and the mysteries of knowledge, they will choose to betray their own positions and camps.

As long as they are given enough, they will choose to abandon the bottom line of everything.

Enemies can become friends on the spot.

What's more, just letting them defect from the conservative camp to the radical camp is not a traitor to the emperor and the empire.

The ideological struggle between conservatives and radicals began very early.

Radicals used the technological improvements and various equipment during the Great Expedition to put forward a point of view, that is, the emperor never forbids technological reform and learning within a reasonable range.

The conservatives stubbornly believe that all improvements are disrespectful to the God of All Things. For this reason, they prevent all improvements and new inventions.

As the crisis of mankind deepens, the adherents of radical ideas will increase.

Of course, they are still no match for the power of the conservatives.

Until Guilliman's recovery, under the advocacy and connivance of a Primarch, the power of radicals skyrocketed, and a large number of Mechanicus members traveled thousands of miles to Ultramar just to enjoy a more relaxed environment.

Kren used the Adeptus Mechanicum's secret channel to send a message to the Sigmar Mechanicus stationed in the Beta-Garmon system.

Claiming that as long as the opponent gives up resistance and follows Guilliman, he can obtain a large amount of data knowledge and STC templates.

He will also recommend the other party to become a member of the original body's research team, so that he can get the knowledge shared by the original body in the first place.

At the same time, some information about the Colossus of Heaven's Punishment was also passed on to the other party.

He told the other party very clearly that even with a mechanical ark and a large number of warships, it was still not enough to face the wrath of the Colossus.

Once the Primarch uses brutal means of force, everything will be destroyed.

After compiling the message, Keren sent it off.

Beta-Garmon galaxy.

The mechanical ark suspended in the void is like a small world, slowly rotating, counteracting the gravitational force of the stars.

The Great Sage of Sigmar, as the owner of the Ark, is currently using Gothic and Binary to rage at a group of low-level priests.

"You are just incompetent waste. What you are about to face is a shameless traitor comparable to Horus, and a blasphemer who is about to challenge the supreme dignity of the God of Myriad Chances. If there is another deviation, I swear I will Take you all offline and join my cathars."

The rage of the Sage of Sigmar has the techmarines on edge.

Pistons and gears whined within their bodies.

A private watch-sentry belonging to the Sage of Sigmar stood at the door, glowing in ornate brass and gray.

It looks very beautiful, but in fact, those cataracts are as dull as robots, without the slightest sign of independent life.

If you become the cataract of the great sage, your fate is not much better than those technical slaves.

It is said that this violent sage keeps the cerebral cortex of the cathars offline all the time, and uses his own thinking calculator to control them.

At a time when many technical sergeants are uneasy and mourning for their own fate.

A servant who delivered the message came in.

"Great Sage, there is new information, the coding level is extremely high, compile the code, only you are eligible to read it."

Hearing this, the Great Sage of Sigmar turned to look at the message slave.

The other party's words were mechanical, without any emotion.

This pathetic guy has had part of his brain lobe removed, which affects work efficiency, allowing them to work tirelessly.

"Get out and remember this forgiveness."

Sigma looked at the Techmarines and growled furiously.

Those guys ran out in a hurry as if they were granted amnesty.

Sigma used his own data tentacles to connect to the information minion.

The images and words of Steel Ball Star Casting General Karen appeared in her mind.

"I sincerely hope that the sage of Sigmar can turn from darkness to light, join the camp of the Primarch, and abandon those ignorant people who have been corrupted. To show my sincerity, I will prepare a small gift and give it to the great sage to show my sincerity."

Seeing the message, the Sage of Sigmar flew into a rage, and the computing core inside was overloaded with her rage.

"That damned traitor, how could he have the face to send me a message. Want to lure me to degeneration? It is absolutely impossible. I am so loyal to the God of Myriad Chances, and I will never be seduced by his rhetoric."

Thoughts of hatred and loathing of all kinds floated in the mind of the Sage of Sigmar.

There is absolutely no way she could betray the God of Chances, nor would she betray Holy Mars and Forge General Lasky.

"A complete STC template with a complete database, focusing on colonizing planets, and using local resources to build military defenses and build industry and agriculture. At the same time, there is a broken STC template about mechanical arms, knowledge about biological modification genes, partly from Alloy data material of Necrons and a sample of Necromancers..."

Originally intending to reprimand the traitor, the Great Sage of Sigmar was stunned for a moment.

Steel ball star founding general - Karen actually wants to give her so much?

You must know that many Mechanicus believers have the same idea, that is, it is okay to kill me, but to want my knowledge and the excavated STC template, that is a dream.

Not to mention dead, even if it is dismembered, it will not be given.

For the sake of the STC template, the Mechanicum has fought several battles within the Mechanicus, and it is not surprising that the battles were bloody and the casualties were heavy.

Now, Karen will give her a complete STC template and years of accumulation.

It would be a lie to say that I am not moved.

But relying on the Primarch like this is a bit out of line, and loses the image of a sage.

At the end, through the data sent by Karen, Sigma witnessed the power and performance of the Colossus of God's Retribution, as well as the information of the Colossus of God's Retribution.

Her complexion also became serious.

If you choose to resist and offend the Primarch, your fate must be tragic.

The battle moons of the orcs were completely destroyed by a blow from the Colossus of Retribution.

The Mechanical Ark might not even be able to withstand a single blow.

After a moment of contemplation, the Great Sage of Sigmar still sent back a message to Karen.

"As a sage who is loyal to Mars God Religion and the God of Myriad Machines, do you think these things can buy me? Which mechanical sage can't stand such a temptation. As a pious supporter of Mars, and was -Machine sages who cast General Lasky's trust, I ask for more."

Sigma compiled the message and sent it back.

Guilliman, as the son of the God of Myriad Chances, is also the loyal Primarch of the Empire, how can he be said to be a betrayal? ?

Not to mention loyalty to Mars.

Guilliman is the emperor's own son, and being loyal to him means being loyal to Mars.

Casting generals is not Mars.

Just like the Horus Heresy 10,000 years ago.

The foundry general of Mars, Husband, also rebelled like that.

Loyalty to founding generals does not necessarily equate to loyalty to Mars.

Only loyalty to the Emperor is loyalty to Mars.

I swore last night that the regent would enter Terra at 30,000 a day.

As a result, he was called away early in the morning.

What a troubled time, I am ashamed of my brothers.

Sorry, sorry.