Brand new technology

In the large council hall, there were only two people, Kiliman and Kaur, and everyone else walked out.

As a Sage of the Mechanical Cult, Kaur, who possessed a mechanical body, was in no way inferior to Kiliman, who was the original body, in terms of height.

During these ten thousand years, Kaol had gone through multiple rounds of technological modifications, and there was not much flesh and blood left on his entire body.

The back was a huge metallic shell-like metal creation on which stood the force-field generator, with a few active metallic robotic arms and a couple of metal craniums suspended and connected by neural cables extending from it.

In addition to those, numerous high-powered weapons collected across the galaxy were also set on top, connected to his brain and crest.

The lower half of his body was also molded into complete machinery, with each step making a mechanical hum and the sound of pistons going back and forth.

Cowell's chest glowed, and it was clear that the madman had tucked a fusion energy source into his chest to power his many weapons.

Even though it wasn't the first time he'd been up close and personal with a Mechanical Theocracy, Kiliman marveled at his form.

Practiced the words, flesh and blood bitter short, mechanical ascension ah.

The Mechanical God Cult really hates, women have been completely abandoned by them.

"Kaur, come before me." Kiliman said, his tone very blended.

Kaul was the key to being able to resurrect himself, and one of the most trustworthy people he had at the moment.

Cowl would not betray himself, at least for now.

A promise to run around for tens of thousands of years, wandering the galaxies for his resurrection.

Searching for technology that had been lost in the annals of history and buried in monuments.

If people like that aren't trustworthy, what loyalty is left in the world.

Of course, in this f*cking universe, where everything changes with time, Kiliman had to be prepared for the possibility that everyone would betray.

"Regent, if you please." Kaur stood up, his heavy metal body leaving marks on the marble-built floor, his eyes glowing with a mechanical light, and if you stared into his eyes, you could vaguely see the turning of mechanical gears.

The Mechanical Sage's eyes were no longer mere flesh and blood, but electronic eyes that were mechanical mixed with flesh and blood, with multiple surveying functions.

Kiriman was silent for a moment and took out a data memory, saying, "The things inside this memory are all the knowledge that I secretly collected 10,000 years ago. This knowledge can help us have a brand new army, a brand new team that will be able to help us regain the initiative of the Milky Way."

The things inside the data memory were naturally not knowledge from ten thousand years ago.

Rather, it was what Kiliman had compiled from the database.

Saying that it was knowledge from 10,000 years ago was purely to find a legitimate reason to use to lake out any Mechanism Cult hindrances that might be encountered in the future.

If you don't believe me, the Mechanical Cult can go 10,000 years ago to seek verification ah.

What you can not verify!

It doesn't matter to me, this is 10,000-year-old technology.

Bypassing the Mechanical Cult and creating a brand new force is one of the most important reasons why Kiliman wants to stay in the 500 world of Ultramar.

As an important ally of the empire, the main provider of mechanical equipment-Mechanical Cult had become more and more closed and archaic in these 10,000 years, and it would take hundreds of years for a brand new product to go from testing to establishing an assembly line.

Kiliman didn't have so much time to wait for the Mechanical Cult to validate the technology he had given.

By the time they finished verifying it, the empire would have been finished long ago, and he would probably have become the plaything of those evil gods.

It was better to simply stay in Ultramar, which was his home base, and the influence of the Mechanical Cult wasn't as serious.

With the support of Calgar, Celestine and others, he had more room to maneuver, and could quickly build a powerful brand new army with the power of the 500 Worlds.

This powerful army would be the boost to pull the Empire back from the abyss.

Given the current complex situation of the empire, this was Kiliman's best option.

The empire was too huge, and the various forces were intricate and interdependent.

The Supreme Lords of Terra, the planetary governors of various places, the noble classes of various worlds, the Star Realm Army, the Imperial Navy, as well as the Forbidden Army, the Inquisition Court, the other Star Warrior Corps, and so on, the internal struggles of all of these forces were quite formidable.

On the other side, the Mechanical Cult recognizes itself as an ally of the Empire and rather listens to the tone.

The famous Beast War was pitched several times, almost leading to the Empire being overrun by green-skinned orcs.

In addition to this, there is also the big state religion this big pit, the competition for power is also very serious, but several times launch the so-called atonement of the holy war, each time throwing more than ten war groups into the eye of fear, purely to give chaos to send a big gift bag.

Those warbands that entered the Eye of Fear were loyal, but because of the suspicion of the state religion, they were forced to send their life and were reduced to the minions of the Muddy Evil God.

In order to maintain the empire, the successive rulers kept patching things up.

Today the entire empire is littered with patches that are both ugly and bloated.

The empire was already terminally ill, and patching could no longer save it; only a thorough reform and a drastic blood change could revitalize the empire.

And the prerequisite for doing all this was that he had to have an absolutely strong army.

Kaul looked at the data memory given by Kiliman with a confused expression, he didn't think that Kiliman owned any unimaginable technology.

Out of respect for the genetic progenitor, Cowell still took the memory and plugged it into the data port located at the back of his head.

The data from the memory instantly flooded into his processor, and a look of ecstasy flowed from his otherwise confused face.

This was knowledge he had never come across before.

Inside were genetic modifications, and blueprints for the construction of brand-new battleships.

Upon seeing the Death Star's construction drawings, a flush of excitement appeared on Kaul's face.

This was!

This was an extermination-level weapon!

This kind of battleship named Death Star was definitely not a technology that the Mechanical Cult had mastered.

Today's Mechanical Cult had lost a lot of knowledge, and what was worse was that it was all unrepeatable.

Once lost, it meant that the Empire had completely lost this technology.

Most of the technology of the Mechanical Cult was not obtained through research and development but through excavating STC templates.

That is to say, the so-called technology was all archaeological, and there were innovations, but those innovations were minor ones built on STC template technology, and would not move to the root, and if there were too many modifications, it would be easy for the Mechanical Cult to be suspected of blaspheming the God of All Mechanisms, and thus be executed.

"There are no STC templates for these technologies?" After perusing the information inside, Mechanical Sage-Kaur raised his head to look at Kiriman.

"No, these were obtained through 10,000 years of learning." Kiriman didn't hide it yet and said frankly.

If a technology didn't have an STC template source, the Mechanism would never allow those technologies to be applied.

Otherwise, they would wage war against the industrial planets that used this technology in the name of blasphemy against the God of All Mechanisms, obliterating the other party and preventing them from applying these technologies.

Kiriman looked at the Mechanical Sage-Kaur, if he remembered correctly, Kaur was a radical, also known as a reformist.

Nowadays, another group of voices has also emerged in the Mechanical Cult, which was to stop blindly following the ancient dogma and to make reformative innovations in various technologies, to strengthen the empire.

The conservatives, on the other hand, stubbornly believed that the radicals were betraying and desecrating the glory of the God of All Mechanisms, and the two sides struggled quite a bit.

"And what do you need me to do? Regent."

Hearing this, Kiliman gave a small smile, as he understood, Kaur was not of the conservative lot of the Solar System.

As far as technology was concerned, he didn't care if it came out of the STC template.

"I need a whole new army, a refresh from warships to individual equipment, to ensure that we can crush it strong when we face the Chaos renegades and the aliens. I will give you ordination so that you can mobilize all the industrial planets of the five hundred worlds and have them cooperate with you. Kaur give me a confident answer and tell me that you can handle this with ease. After I have finished clearing the 500 worlds of Ultramar of the remaining forces of Chaos, I will be able to get an army to open the way to Terra for me."

"I will fulfill your mandate, Regent, and re-equip your army as best I can." Kaur bowed slightly in salute, his mechanical body making the unique clicking sound of metal as he did so.

"Very well, remember, this Thought Steel Seal technology needs to be prioritized for development and kept strictly confidential, no information about it is allowed to be revealed." Kiliman whispered.

"Understood, Regent."