Chapter 424
As Sid Nora said.

The situation with steel rings is complicated.

The situation here is complicated because...

I don't know who is the real traitor.

Fu Qinghai looked back at the entire battle at the Geras Space Station. The enemy was fighting a war that was doomed to failure—scuttling all the warships, dismantling the shipboard weapon systems and installing them on the orbital defense facilities.So what?They have no reinforcements, they cut their own way, this is a desperate struggle.

Even if Fu Qinghai's infiltration plan is not successful, it is only a matter of time before the fall of an isolated and helpless Forge World. The difference is how much damage can be caused to the space fighters before the fall, and how much the human empire will cost.

The five Astartes Chapters were told that the Jerras Space Station was a rebellious forge world that needed them to come and recover. When they came here, the Jerras Space Station did indeed set up its posture and prepared for a stubborn resistance.

So a battle started, and after a bloody battle and a heavy price, the space fighters successfully suppressed the rebellion, regained the Forge World, and brought it back to the Imperial banner and the way of the Om Messiah.

It doesn't feel like any problems.

But Fu Qinghai always felt a little strange.

If the Geras Space Station belongs to the Dark Mechanicus, why don't other Dark Mechanicus or Chaos Space Marines come to support them?Why not come to support them?Let them be besieged by five battleband fleets.

Most Chapter Masters, as professional soldiers who do their duty and obey orders, never think about these questions.Immersed in the fierce battle and focusing on the battle goal in front of them, they also have no time to think about these problems.

Until the vortex technician named "Proteus" told Fu Qinghai "the truth of the matter": the Geras space station never wanted to launch a rebellion, and they didn't care who ruled the galaxy, they just wanted to be unrestricted , not to be disturbed, and to study the warp as they wished, but Terra and Mars did not allow it, labeled their behavior as "technical heresy", and sent troops to suppress it, so they were forced to resist.

Terra and Firestar characterize the tech-priests of Geras space station as "Dark Mechanicus" and "heretics", but they themselves don't see it that way, and that's where the differences lie.

Strictly speaking, essentially.

This is not an "insurgency operation".

It is an "academic dispute".

From Fu Qinghai's point of view, he can understand the decision of Mars and Terra. The technical priests of the Geras space station were sentenced as "dark technical heresies", which is not wronged at all.

Can humans study subspace?Of course, otherwise, how did subspace jump, void shield technology, teleportation technology, Geller force field, etc. come about?It is all through the research results of the subspace. These technologies are of great significance, allowing the human empire to conquer the star sea, regain the human homeland, and restore the glory of mankind, instead of becoming one of many technologically advanced but extremely small pocket empires.

However, the subspace cannot be studied without restraint and limit, and must be researched under the constraints of the way of the Ohm Messiah.This is like the real world. Governments of all countries do not allow genetic cloning of human beings, which involves ethical issues.It's just that for Warhammer 40K, the harm of chaos is far more serious than moral and ethical issues, so a simple "academic misconduct" issue can evolve into a war.

From Fu Qinghai's point of view, Proteus's flesh and blood mutation degree, the divination instrument needs an evil sacrificial ceremony to answer the question, whether it is appearance characteristics or inventions, there is nothing wrong with calling the "vortex technician" a "black machine oil guy".

However, from another perspective.

Vortex technicians are also wronged.

If a divination instrument, a machine that needs to torture human souls to create psychic malice, is the so-called "demon engine" and "destruction engine"...

So, what is the Astronomican?
So, what is the Golden Throne?
There is a double-standard logic of "only state officials are allowed to set fires, but ordinary people are not allowed to light lamps".

Moreover, although the original novel of Warhammer 40 does not explicitly state it, it is implied inside and outside the words-it is the emperor who invented the world's first demon engine.

As early as the Era of Dispute, which is the so-called "warlord era", Terra was still called "Earth" at that time, and there was an unknown wanderer who came to Mars from Earth. At that time, there was no Mechanicus on Mars, only A loose technical group composed of a group of technical priests, silently conducting their own research, while watching the war and turmoil on the next-door planet with a cold eye.The technical level of the wanderer is very high, surpassing all the technological groups on Mars at that time. He invented a method to combine the demons in the subspace and the inorganic machinery to create the world's first demon engine.

But he did not choose to spread this technology, but sealed it in a cave.On the eve of the outbreak of the Horus Rebellion, Warmaster Horus promised to unseal this cave, in order to tempt the founding leader of Mars, Karbo Hal, in exchange for his support. ", the so-called "forbidden technology" that Karlbo Hal was so desperate for and even launched a rebellion for it... It is very likely that the Emperor himself created it.

Because many clues are suggesting that the "nameless wanderer from the earth" is the Emperor himself.

What's more ironic, Fu Qinghai didn't know.

Two of the three "dark heresy technology creations" he obtained - the umbra mirror and the treachery matrix, were widely used by the three major tribunals and the Loyalist Forge World in later generations. The former was used to ask ghosts for clues, and the latter It is used to torture heretic technical priests, and it is said to be an unclean taboo technology, but the major forces of the empire use it more simply than anyone else.

There are no psychological barriers.

…………

Orestes Knight World.

A local Mechanicus sect exists here.

They call themselves the "data governance" sect.

Few people know that the number two in the Iron Girdle theater, Hieronymus Gant, the Sage of the Ruler, did not stay in the safety of the Forge World of Atal Median, but took a Mechanicus The cruiser, came here.

A communicator servant of the Data Custody Cult designated this dark chamber in a small forge temple as their meeting place.The temple is located in the remote suburbs outside the ebony stronghold of the knight family, very remote.

As soon as the message was delivered, the Magi recorded that the synaptic fuse in the servitor's brain exploded, permanently burning any memory of the message.

In order to keep a piece of information confidential, a machine servant was completely scrapped, very cautious.While the Magi consider this an unnecessary precaution, it also fits perfectly with certain dark rumors about the Cult of the Data Overseer.

The ruler sage stepped up the stone steps step by step.

This abandoned forge temple is well chosen.

It was so close to the front lines that every senior tech-priest had fled, leaving only a cadre of expendable staff to oversee the final data transfers to their databases.

Towering filing cabinets lined with dust were humming with the whirring of telegraphic slabs and the chants of binary choruses.Wall-mounted sprayers in the shape of gear skulls fill the air with the scent of cooling incense.

The information from the Data Supervision Sect told him that he had to come alone, but Hieronymus was the ruling sage of the Mechanic Order, and priests of his status rarely came alone.

An old low-level technical priest named "Kork-R-41" is the only experienced monk left in this temple. This is a very common name form for low-level technical priests, short words + a few letters + a string of numbers A combination whose names are as lackluster as their academics.

Cork-R-41 welcomed the Magi to his humble temple with the same humility as if the Omnissian had already appeared before him.Like a loyal internet mastiff, he led the ruler sages to the data warehouse behind the temple, where the six-term magic mechanics gathered here, a kind of data warehouse special-purpose machine servants, lined up like a guard of honor.

At the end of this meeting, Hieronymos will erase the memories of these lexical mechanics without any consent. This is his ability and his status.

The agreed time for the meeting has passed.

where is he?

Hieronymos leaned over and tapped impatiently with his fingertips on the black surface of a filing cabinet, and the haptic implants generated a stack of glowing internal vision status panels.Without opening it, he had already seen the database in the filing cabinet at a glance.

"Friar Hieronymus?"

Kirk-R-41 asked in a physical voice that revealed both his fear and his humble identity.

I'm asking, Cork-R-41.

Hieronymus responded.

The Tech-Priest tilted his head to one side, and the Magi squinted, realizing suddenly that the Cork-R-41's auditory input port hadn't been modified for the encrypted ritual level of techno-language.So the Magi spent a little time rearranging the implants in his esophagus.

"Your superior, where is he?"

asked the ruler sage.With little use of the mechanical vocal chords, his voice seemed unfamiliar.

"Ah, he, uh, about, about 15 minutes ago, he was still here, the ruler sage..."

Kirk-R-41 stammered.

perhaps?About?
Hieronymos stared disapprovingly. The inaccuracies in Cork-R-41's language offended him and made him a little angry. At one point, he considered erasing the old priest and the lexical mechanic together.It was very unruly for a septon of the Mechanicus to take such a drastic step, but he was sure no one who heard it would condemn him.

"I have waited long, Sage Ruler."

A voice came from the darkness:
"I asked you to come alone."

Although the Magi's body has been heavily modified, and it is very different from the baseline human template, he is still shocked by the sudden and unexpected sound.

"It is not easy for a Magi to travel alone."

Hieronymus said in a deep voice.

It is impossible for the ruling sage to travel without bringing bodyguards.Just outside this small casting temple, there are several of his subordinates, all of whom are intelligent control mathematicians, a technical priest who specializes in programming and controlling intelligent control mechs. They each lead a castellan intelligent control Air Force Brigade.Hieronymos had thought that the sect of data monitoring would be unaware, since his information jamming techniques had already concealed it.

Hidden at the data level.

"There is some truth to that."

said the disembodied voice.

"One person, a group of people? You can't hide your own existence. For us, it makes no difference."

A figure disappeared between the two filing cabinets, and Hieronymos's bionic prosthetic eyes buzzed. They were trying to focus, but they still couldn't capture the figure.

"Brother Nemonix?"

asked Hieronymus.

"Do you have anyone else waiting?"

the voice asked back.

"No, but I have contacts with every system in this temple, and I have not found any registration." Hieronymus said, "In fact, your existence is not recorded at all, at any level, Why is this?"

This figure has been hiding in the shadows, but the Ruler Sage has an uneasy illusion in his heart-even if he is standing under the strong light of the sodium lamp, he can't see anything.

"Being a ghost in each machine has many benefits." The technical priest of the Data Monitoring Sect said, with an understatement, as if it was a trivial matter that all kinds of auspicious instruments in every corner of the foundry temple could not see him clearly. "The most important of these is the freedom to wander without leaving any footprints."

"how did you do it?"

asked Hieronymus.

"If I didn't tell you on Gloria or Cobweb, why do you think I'll tell you now?"

The ruler sage once again confirmed that the data disk in his brain was functioning normally, then shook his head and said:

"You and I have never met, Brother Nemonix."

"On the contrary," said Nemonix, in a feminine voice which Hieronymus interpreted as mocking. "We have met six times before this, the ruler sage."

"you are wrong."

"No, you just forgot, and you will forget."

This time it was Hieronymus' turn to sneer:

"This is impossible, Mechanicus will not delete any data, we will always expand memory storage."

"Really?" Nemonix smiled. He whispered something in binary lingo, and suddenly asked, "The technical priest next to you, what's his name?"

"He's...he's..."

Hieronymus' voice grew quieter as he realized that he no longer remembered the identity of the Tech-Priest, who had an eerie air about him, standing there like a Inorganic sculpture.

No name, no number, no history, no trace of anything that ever existed.In an instant, the entire life of the tech-priest was wiped from every nook and cranny of the data network.

For tech priests.

He no longer exists.

Hieronymus suppressed his anger and began to suspect that he had experienced similar experiences many times before.For the first time in his life, the ruler sage wished to retain some biological characteristics—such as a pair of naked eyes or a pair of ears, as if he could glimpse the real existence of the technical priest in front of him.

"This is thought invasion, this is heresy!"

The sage Hieronymos said angrily.

"I know."

The Nemonix sage said calmly.

"What do you think you know?"

He was a little annoyed by the other party's attitude that everything was under control, Hieronymos asked coldly.

"More than you can imagine, Sage Ruler." The Sage of Nemonix said slowly, "I can assure you, it is enough to deprive you of every achievement and title by Mars. But do we Threats and counter-threats, reveals and counter-reveals should be dropped? Every priest has a secret, every sect has a secret, and the dark secrets among the Mechanicus followers are not good for anyone. Do you agree? ?”

The ruler sage was eager to know more, but he restrained his instinct to ask questions and did not talk about this topic for the time being. There were more important things to bring him to this place.

Hieronymus nodded.

"very good."

The technical priest of the data monitoring sect walked slowly to the light and continued:
"Now, let's get down to business."

Hieronymus stared at him, but Nemonix flickered like a negative exposure on film, an electronic ghost that disappeared after a heartbeat, as if nothing but a techno-priest-shaped hollow in the real world.

Magi do not want to be fooled by statistics anymore.

The ruling sage really wants to change back to the naked eye at this moment.

Nemonix looked casual, as if he wanted to erase the traces of a Mechanicus member every day.Hieronymus had a terrible suspicion—that might be it.

"The fall of the Iron Girdle again caused the Draconis family to break free."

Nemonix stresses responsibility for the disaster:

"The Viscount Sunderland of the Ebony Castle is very willful. Just because of some historical issues, he wants to completely break away from the Mechanicus. The steel ring belt has been rekindled, and the various forging worlds have ulterior motives. As a result, your position on Mars has been greatly weakened. Let another family of knights slip away, and you're likely to be kicked out of Parliament, stripped of your title and property."

"Am I right, Sage Ruler?"

The flashing electronic ghost asked softly.

"you know too much!"

Hieronymus tried to hide his astonishment, but it was clear from Nemonix's next tone that his concealment had failed utterly.

"Don't be so surprised, Sage Ruler. To someone like me, your flood of thought data leaks like a sieve. You might as well announce your intentions directly through a public communication link, which would save trouble."

Nemonix snapped his fingers and warned:

"If I were you, I'd think twice about using unapproved STC fragments as neural firewalls. Also, I would specifically advise against using proprietary interpolation code to fill in the gaps, which is a glaring hole."

In a few words, he exposed his loopholes.

Nemonix waved his hand to stop Hieronymus from being stunned.

"But it doesn't matter. Back to the current issue, the Draconis family is not a powerful knight family. They don't even have the Knights of the River Rage and the Overwatch Knights, let alone the more powerful Knights of the City Lord and the Knights of the Giant King. Cut off The connection with Mars is irrelevant and inevitable, and your concern is that other families know about it, isn't it, Magi?"

"If the Draconis family can get rid of the Mechanicus with impunity, other families may follow their example, so when will it end? This poor family of knights on the brink of destruction may become a domino, causing other families with Mechanicus Teach the allied Knight Houses that they can survive without the protection of Mars."

"Then..."

Hieronymus said:
"You fully understand my needs?"

"Let Viscount Sunderland know his mistake, and let the Draconis family return to Mars' control."

Nemonix said.

"Yes, that's it."

Hieronymus said.

"What if that proves impossible? How far are you willing to go, Sage Ruler?"

Nemonix asked back.

Hieronymus raised his head and said:

"If Viscount Sunderland is determined not to surrender to Mars, you must ensure that the Draconis family can set an example for all other knight families in the Iron Ring, and let them know how bloody disaster it will bring if similar actions are taken!"

The voice of the ruling sage is resounding.

The electronic ghost nodded, and at that moment, his blurred outline suddenly became clear, and he spouted out a series of extremely obscure coded words, and a trickle of static electricity washed over the machine governing the sages. prosthetic eye.

The Ruler Sage blinked again, then looked around at the empty database.

A tech-priest he didn't know and half a dozen lexical mechanics stood with him in the middle of the buzzing filing cabinets.Distorted ripples of gibberish flickered on the glowing status screen, telling the Magi that every data file had been emptied.

"So, he didn't come?"

Hieronymus said to himself.

And wonder why I subconsciously use mechanical vocal cords instead of binary lingo.

He looked around the empty file room one last time, and it was still just the two of them.There is no indication that the tech priests of the data governance sect ever existed.

Hieronymus frowned and shook his head, annoyed at being forced to waste precious time.

He was let go, and Hieronymus Gant, the Sage of the Ruler, was so angry at such a grave breach of etiquette that he turned and left the dilapidated foundry.

The ruler sage led several subordinates who had been waiting outside the casting temple, and left the planet on a shuttle.

In the empty casting temple.

Suddenly there was a vague sound.

It's like a current microphone screaming loudly:

"Everything will be as you wish, ruler sage."

"A family of loyal knights..."

"Hehehehe, I guess..."

"A loving father will definitely accept this great gift with a smile!"

…………

(End of this chapter)

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