Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind.

12 Handover
The days of concentrating on farming passed by day by day. With the unremitting efforts of the Mechanics Society to develop production and analyze the science and technology trees of the star civilizations, Russell's promises to ordinary people are being fulfilled in an orderly manner. Hunger and chaos are decreasing day by day, and the governor's prestige is growing day by day.

Under the ebb and flow, the remaining aristocratic forces were also efficiently liquidated under the impetus of the state religion, which provided him with sufficient financial support.

During this time, Russell made an agreement with the State Church.

The state religion, as a religion that worships the Emperor as the only supreme god, instead regards the materialist theory "Imperial Truth" proposed by the Emperor himself as heresy, because it denies the divinity of the Emperor.

The believers of the state religion have always wanted to get rid of the Imperial Pravdists, and there are two main ways for Russell to win their support:

One is to help preach; the other is to use the governor's power to assist the state religion to suppress the Imperial Truth faction;

With the tacit cooperation between him and the bishop, scholars, teachers, and scientific researchers of the Imperial Truth School have been secretly arrested and thrown into prison after simple religious trials.

This faction was already weak in the empire, and Russell used his personal prestige to block all the channels for speaking out, so that their disappearance in Falla hardly caused any waves.

But the strange thing is that as time goes by, more and more supporters of the imperial truth are sent to prison cells, but the small prison on Falla has never been expanded because of this.

The state church members generally believed that the dark cells buried deep in the ground had become the tombs of heresy, so they praised the piety and nobility of the new governor, and Russell did not give any explanation for the whereabouts of these people.

Four years passed quietly like a big dream. In the fifth year after Gray Wind came to Falla, six complete Cyberlux combat units were assembled on the first moon and sent to the hangar of the Gray Gu mothership.

It was also in this year that Russell finally let go and approved the Machina Society's persistent research application on this "golden age of human heritage".

With the issuance of this warrant, a large number of repaired or newly built transport ships were moored into the orbit of the first moon, and countless grassroots technicians and technical priests were looking forward to the ships.

At this time, Gauss, who already held a high position in the Faya Mechanic Guild, was standing on the side of his armored ship "Perpetual Gear", looking through the porthole at the huge Gray Gu warship moored on the back of the first moon, feeling extremely excited.

After spending four years digesting several technologies that Russell had previously shared with him, Gauss deeply realized how precious the countless ancient technologies carried on this ship were.

And at this moment, the door of the treasure house is about to open, and he has obtained permission to take a few precious gems from it.

"Actually, in the hangar inside this battleship, there are still a group of well-organized ancient Titan troops sleeping. Their structure is extremely advanced and completely different from the current Imperial Titans. It should be of great research value to you."

"I have recently obtained their activation rights, and specifically allow you to call enough transport ships to transport these god machines from the hangar for research. Don't let me down."

This is Russell... No, this is the envoy sent by the God of Myriad Chances, the great Governor of Falla, His Royal Highness Russell's words!

Whenever he thinks of these generous words, Gauss and his technicians will be moved to tears.

But at such a historic moment, Russell was not there. When the robot would fly out of space, the hardworking governor was still reviewing documents in the governor's mansion on the surface of Falla.

Gray Feng, dressed as an orthodox nun, sat on the sofa and dangled his calves, boringly turning one of his hands into a tentacle and back again, and then into the claw of some kind of ferocious beast, back and forth.The biodiversity on this planet is not very good. After playing for a while, it can't find the material. It is so boring that it has to lie on the table and watch Russell flip through the files.

"Marshal, the transport ship of the Machina Society is already approaching me." Gray Wind said softly, picked up an apple pear on the table and took a bite, making a crisp sound.

"Well, pay more attention to the camouflage work, and don't let them discover the mining traces on the first moon." Russell didn't lift his head when he spoke.

"Don't worry, a transport ship not equipped with sufficiently advanced detectors will not be able to see through the three-dimensional camouflage on the surface of the first moon."

Gray Wind chewed the flesh with the skin on, but the syllables of his words were still clear: "I think you should be more worried about me than being found in the arsenal. Those half-human, half-mechanical technical madmen look at me now, as if Gulu is watching the Lord of the Rings. I am a little worried that they will desperately rush up to hug me and cry, crying and laughing at the same time... something like that."

It heard Russell tell the story of the Lord of the Rings, and it still remembers that when Russell handed over the two technologies of "solid-state holographic mold" and "nano-separator" to the mechanical society last year, Gauss's reaction was like this, which was weird.

"No, I have specifically told them whether the Mechanics will forcefully land on you." Russell put down the document in his hand and raised his head, smiling at Gray Wind: "If you find that the transport ship is trying to park in the hangar, just fire and sink it."

Gray Wind nodded, stuffed the leftover fruit core into his mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it together.

Russell generally fooled the mechanical society like this:

He told Gauss that he only controlled part of the ancient battleship, and now he only unlocked the power section and the hangar where the Titans are parked.

Of course, such a trifle that endangers life will not be able to scare the oil guys who regard knowledge as life, and they will most likely charge upwards with firepower.

So Russell added a sentence later:
"If the mastermind of the battleship judges that the intruder cannot be prevented from entering the hull, it will start to run the self-destruct program."

In this way, it can be regarded as finally stabilizing the mentality of this group of technology madmen, allowing them to concentrate on researching the various novel technologies that Russell handed over with peace of mind, until the combat unit is completed.

Gray Wind turned over and lay down on the sofa: "The handover has begun, Marshal."

At this moment, in the dark space on the back of the first moon, armored transport ships set up a triangular formation on the side of the gray Gu mother ship, opened the void shield and drove forward.

Gauss's car "Perpetual Gear" is at the forefront of the formation. He sits in the master control room with a tense expression, his original eyes and prosthetic eyes nervously watching the beautiful shell covering the side of the battleship presented in the picture in front of him.

The hatch of the side hangar opened slowly. With the brilliance of the stars, Gauss cast his sight behind the door, and he will be the first to take it. This is a great legacy from the golden age.

(End of this chapter)