Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 155: Who can't stand such a test?

"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."

   "Glorious, 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 get 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.

  Tara's dignitaries are full of confidence and want to use this huge army to force Guilliman to compromise.

   It's a pity that they think too simply.

   "A compromise."

   Guilliman cursed 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 have fewer deaths.

   But now that Chaos is eyeing the tiger, many rebellious Primarchs are also gearing up.

  The **** is still dragging its feet.

   Compromise with the nobles 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 and information in front of him, Guilliman thought about how much he would have to pay if he attacked by force.

  According to some intelligence, Terra mobilized a total of fifteen battle groups, 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.

   This army built a three-dimensional defense fortress relying on many platforms in the Beta-Garmon galaxy.

   It can be said that it is impenetrable.

   "If it doesn't work, then we can only use the Colossus of Heaven's Punishment 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 if the subspace channel is stuck, the ground troops will not be a concern.

  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.

  Cren left from Guilliman's strategy room.

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

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

  People along the way had to hide on the side road when they saw him, waiting for him to pass.

  Kelen's heavy body will block everyone's passage once he is on the corridor.

  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.

   This is a symbol of their power and knowledge.

  Each mechanical ark is completely different, and its composition depends on the knowledge and technology possessed by the creator.

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

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

   Mechanicus has never paid attention to blood.

   Their position is determined only by their knowledge and skills.

  Karen 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 and obtained the qualification to install the intelligence core.

  In the cognition of the Mechanicus, only those who possess knowledge can be regarded as the same kind, and others are just 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.

  Kron has persisted with his infinite passion for machinery and the mysteries of truth.

   And eventually became the casting general of Steel Ball Star.

  During the long growth process, he met some like-minded colleagues, and naturally made many enemies.

  Most of the enemies are from within the Mechanicus.

  On the path 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.

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

  The olfactory sense made of precision parts gives a slight warning to the dirty air quality.

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

  They can't bear the air alone.

  The content of carbon dioxide and argon exceeds the range that the normal human body can bear.

  Normal people would quickly fall into a coma due to these air qualities.

  Kron's filter is working, sucking in this parody of Martian air.

  Every breath feels like a holy purification.

   Stepping past the lowly wretches who adored him.

  Kelen walked into the depths of the fortress, and the hard-working machine soul maintained the temperature changes in every room of the complex building.

  This room is filled with the heat of a broken furnace, but that room remains pleasantly cool.

   Even the dullest person can feel the difference in temperature.

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

   Countless slaves and laborers are 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.

  For Karen's arrival, they all remained excited.

   Greet him in binary, or kneel before him.

   Kelen maintained his arrogance as a casting general as always, 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.

   Outside the workshop, there are engineering robots and anti-infantry hunter engines unique to the order.

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

   Resolutely and decisively hunt any target without any mercy.

  By relying on himself to cast the identity of a general.

  Cron steps past these loyal, unrelenting security guards.

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

  Bright, an 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.

  Everyone is a master in a field with rich experience and knowledge.

  Each of them can act on their own. They are the core force under Karen and the mainstay of his rule.

   This room is completely different from the room outside.

  Colder temperatures, cleaner and more mechanized.

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

  In 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 chemical drugs, it has grown to the size of a small hill.

  Kron's mechanical face showed a rare excitement.

   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 a limit 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.

   Mechanicus has conducted many experiments on improving the thinker's array computing ability.

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

   If you are a little careless, there will be unimaginable consequences.

   There are countless times to create various monsters.

  Kron uses his own power to build an intelligent computing network to control the entire steel ball galaxy.

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

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

   It's like a marginal effect, whether increasing the number of meditator's 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 allowed him to find a breakthrough opportunity.

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

  He succeeded in creating a human brain with a larger volume and stronger computing power.

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

  He called his project the God Brain Project.

   Once completed, he will evolve again, surpassing all his colleagues who hate him.

  The existence of the Heart of Guilliman makes the gene editable, and becomes the anchor point of genetic engineering, so that it will not be out of control.

   Let the **** brain without autonomous consciousness become a reality.

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

  He knows that the opponent has more powerful and mysterious technology in his hand.

   Those technologies can only be exchanged for loyalty to Guilliman.

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

   "Everything is good. The capacity of the brain has surpassed the current data capacity unit of the mechanical ark, and it is still growing, and the future is unpredictable. The related 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.

  He will use this strongest thinker array to 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.

   Now, he, Keren, will change everything and become a great figure who promotes the progress of the Mechanics 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 mission of the Primarch.

  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 mystery 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 rebel from conservatives to radicals is not a rebellion against 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 followers of radical ideas will increase.

   Of course, they are still not as powerful as 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 secret channels of the Mechanicum to send a message to the Sigmar Mechanicus stationed in the Beta-Garmon system.

   claimed that as long as the opponent gave up resistance and followed Guilliman, he could 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 clearly told the other party that even with a mechanical ark and a large number of warships, it is still not enough to face the wrath of the Colossus.

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

   Once the message was edited, Keren sent it.

  Beta-Garmon galaxy.

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

   As the owner of the ark, the Great Sage of Sigmar is currently using Gothic and binary languages ​​to anger 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 whine within their bodies.

  The personal guard sentinel belonging to the Sage of Sigmar stood at the door shining gorgeously in brass and gray.

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

  If you become the catarilla of the great sage, your fate is no 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 soldiers are uneasy and mourning for their own fate.

  A servant who was used to convey information came in.

   "Great Sage, there is new information, the coding level is extremely high, the compiled 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 are mechanical, without any emotion.

  This sad guy has had a part of his brain lobe removed that affects work efficiency, allowing them to work tirelessly.

   "Get out and remember this forgiveness."

  Sigma looked at the techno-soldiers and growled furiously.

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

  Sigma uses his own data tentacles to connect to that information minion.

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

   "I sincerely hope that the sage of Sigmar can turn to the light, join the camp of the Primarch, and give up those ignorant people who have decayed. In order 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 Great Sage of Sigmar suddenly flew into a rage, and the computing core inside was overloaded by her anger.

   "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 Opportunities, and I will never be fooled by his rhetoric."

  All kinds of thoughts of hatred and loathing floated in the mind of the Sage of Sigmar.

  It is absolutely impossible for her to betray the God of Opportunities, nor will she betray Holy Mars and Forge General Laski.

"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 Casting General - Karen actually wants to give her so much?

   You must know that many followers of the Mechanicus have the same idea, that is, it is okay to kill me, but to want my knowledge and the excavated STC template is just 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 fights were **** and the casualties were heavy.

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

   It is a lie to say that I am not moved.

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

  Seeing 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 dignified.

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

  The battle moons of the orcs were completely destroyed by the blow of the Colossus of God's Retribution.

   The mechanical ark might not be able to resist even 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 information 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 being loyal to Mars.

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

  Forging generals is not equal to Mars.

   Just like the Horus Heresy 10,000 years ago.

   Mars' foundry general - Husbo also rebelled.

  Loyalty to casting generals does not necessarily mean loyalty to Mars.

   Only loyalty to the Emperor is loyalty to Mars.

   I swore last night that the regent would enter Terra for 30,000 days.

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

   It's been a troubled time, I'm ashamed of my brothers.

   Sorry, sorry.