Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 233 Will the clone dream of the goddess Aisha?
Did it hit the person on the opposite side?
Ron was stunned when he heard the curses coming from the other side of the portal.

As expected, that black-hearted engine oil guy can't do anything good.

"Search-and-capture orders initiated!"

The mechanical sage was obviously annoyed by the sudden attack and was determined to capture the attacker.

hum-

Before Ron could react, a servoskull flew in through the portal accompanied by a slight mechanical noise.

Fortunately, Carter was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and the moment it flew in, he punched it and knocked it out.

Damn it, we have to close the door quickly!

At the same time, Ron came to his senses. He quickly controlled his body and closed the portal through the Blackstone Throne.

He looked at the dimming portal with some worry.

The servo skull entered the portal, and it is not known whether it took any pictures or collected any information.

"I assure you, it was just an accident. Who knew there was someone standing opposite..."

Kaul scratched his head, feeling a little depressed.

Ron glanced at him and said unhappily, "From now on, no more littering!"

"Savior, do you need me to come over and take care of this?"

Carter inquired.

That servoskull might have collected some information, and it would be best to destroy it.

“No need to cause any more trouble”

Ron shook his head and rejected Carter's proposal.

In this situation, rushing over will only expose more information and attract more hostility.

Moreover, the Forge World is equivalent to the headquarters of the Mechanicus in this area. It has a huge armed force of Skitarii and its strength should not be underestimated.

It's just a minor inconvenience now.

If they go over and cause damage or a fight, it could easily turn into a big trouble.

As for the information, just let it be exposed. There is nothing we can do about it.

When the territories start using the Internet on a large scale in the future, the relevant information will certainly be revealed.

Fortunately, his territory is on the dark side of the empire.

Even if the forces related to the Empire covet the Webway, they will not be able to find the location of the territory in a short period of time.

Even if they found the location, they couldn't get over.

For Ron, as long as he doesn't light the Star Torch, the Empire can't do anything to him.

You just need to defend against the attacks of chaos forces and aliens.

Of course, we also need to be vigilant against attacks from within the network.

……

Huangquan No. 8 Forging World.

A huge brown ring surrounds the planet.

It is a forge world located on the eighth massive moon in the halo of a gas giant in the Vulcanis binary star system.

Known as the One-Eyed Man Who Never Sleeps.

The entire foundry world is filled with choking smoke, and its surface is covered with countless giant furnace foundry facilities, which are constantly devouring minerals.

Giant monuments representing honorable machines stand everywhere, and magnificent weapons manufacturing factories are so large that they reach the sky.

This Forge World fell into traitor hands during the Horus Heresy, until the mysterious Eldar intervened and saved them.

This incident directly led to this Forge World becoming the base camp of a secret branch within the Mechanicus.

This faction is dedicated to the study and exploration of xenos technology, which most Tech-Priests oppose and attack.

To put it simply, the technical priests here like to do some tinkering and develop some alien-related mechanical technologies.

This also made them distrusted by the empire.

But given the importance of the Huangquan No. 8 Forge World, even the Supreme Lords of Holy Terra were reluctant to interfere too much in their actions.

The Inquisition doesn't think so.

In their view, the actions there were blatant heresy.

That is a disgrace to their position.

However, they had no way to judge him directly. After all, the Mechanicus, as one of the two-headed eagles of the Empire, was no pushover.

Machinery Factory No. A*VIII1248.

Dozens of Mechanicus Skitarii Hunters were searching the area.

They were all dressed in crimson mechanical armor, holding phosphorus guns, and wearing pure black robes.

The crimson mecha represents that they are still the God of All Machines and Mars.

The black robes represent their ability to act covertly, thus concealing their shameful "heretical" behavior.

"We haven't found the attackers yet. Could they have disappeared out of thin air? Keep looking!"

The Mechanical Sage Parus was obviously dissatisfied with the work efficiency of the hunters and scolded them.

He was able to confirm that an attacker had just attacked him using a strange jar.

Although it did not cause any harm, it interrupted his meditation and caused the inspiration he had finally captured to slip away.

This made Parus very angry. That damn guy must pay the price!

zizi~
A nearly smashed servo skull was sparking, and it finally collapsed to the ground.

That damn guy even destroyed his own mechanical creation!

Parus became even more angry. His mechanical arms grabbed the servoskull and inserted the data line into it.

Fortunately, the data core of the servo skull was not completely destroyed, and he could analyze some information from it.

After a while, Parus found the remaining images in the servo skull data core and projected them into the air.

He could see that when the servo skull flew to an area, it hit the distorted space, and a big fist hit it the moment it passed through the space.

Then, the scene ends.

that's it?
Palus was a little confused. He couldn't see what was on the other side of the space. He only saw a big fist.

Fortunately, he also got some information.

That is, the attacker possesses some kind of space technology that allows him to hide his body, and his power is extremely strong!

But Parus was a little confused. Why didn’t the enemy attack him directly but just hit him lightly?
He couldn't figure it out.

In the end, he could only get a relatively reasonable answer, which was that the attacker did not have much malicious intent.

As to why, he couldn't be sure.

Parus collected the strange jar that hit him and set up several monitoring devices in that space.

If there are any changes in that space, he will be the first to know.

Afterwards, he dispersed the Skitarii Chasseurs.

Since the attackers have space technology, they will definitely not be able to find anyone.

Parus did not choose to report it. This machinery factory was equivalent to his independent kingdom, and he would not let other guys interfere.

"Authentic mechanical fuel drink?"

After returning to the mechanical workshop, Parus placed the strange jar on the instrument and observed it carefully.

There's a picture of a guy with his hand making a Y shape on the can, which looks really annoying. I guess he's an egomaniac.

This is a creation of our religion.

Because the jar was marked with the symbol of the Mechanicus, as well as a special emblem that he had never seen before.

Like a combination of the Holy Gear and the Holy Sun.

Each Forge World has its own special heraldry.

Huangquan No. 8 also has its own special emblem, which is composed of half of a holy gear plus a variant of the letter A, a skull, and the Roman numeral VIII.

So, this jar was also made in a certain forging world?

Parus looked at the information on the jar. He entered the relevant information into the database, but did not find any relevant information.

That is not a product known to the Empire.

Similarly, he couldn't find any information about the forging world.

But it is understandable that there are indeed many forge worlds in the galaxy that are not recognized or whose data has been deleted.

Parus looked at the can and muttered: "Refresh yourself, drink the real fuel drink..."

Then he saw the small words below: "Is it better than the improved fuel drink?"

There is no doubt that this is a can of special drink produced on a certain forging world, and it is specially formulated for technical priests.

That's a pretty rare product.

Parus couldn't help but feel a little curious and wanted to taste it, but he couldn't take it lightly.

He placed the fuel drink into a sealed box that could withstand high-intensity explosions, and controlled the robotic arm to open it and take samples.

After confirming that it is non-toxic and harmless.

Parus took out the fuel drink curiously and took a sip.

Nourishing~
The dark red mechanical eyes suddenly lit up, and the old parts started to run faster.

Parus swore that this was the most delicious drink he had ever tasted.

He felt that the mechanical parts of his body were much more lubricated, and the sweet, cool and stimulating smell of gasoline rushed straight into his biological brain.

That feeling is indescribable!
His muddy thoughts suddenly became clear, and he found a better solution to the alien technology formula he had been thinking about.

“Praise be to Omnisiah!”

Parrus couldn't believe it. Just by taking a sip of the drink, his lost inspiration came back. Moreover, his ideas were more complete, with a qualitative breakthrough!
There is a reason why fuel drink is popular among engine oil guys. It has real and powerful effects.

Not only can it serve as a special lubricant to repair body parts, it can also refresh the mind.

In fact, the original fuel drink did not have such an effect.

But Cawl and Moss, two great sages of the Urs Mechanicum, fought endlessly over fuel and drinks, starting a crazy arms race.

They constantly tweak the formula, adding more beneficial substances to it regardless of cost.

In order to obtain a better formula, they also spent sky-high amounts of gear coins to allow Xiao Ling to use unimaginable computing power to deduce and optimize the formula.

Tens of thousands of version optimizations have been performed.

Today, the authentic fuel drink in Parus’s hands is the latest model.

This fuel drink contains dozens of substances that are beneficial to the body and mind without affecting its taste.

The raw pulp is sealed in a storage tank surrounded by small solar energy pipelines and buried deep in the ground more than ten kilometers away.

It is fully fermented, has a unique flavor, and is infused with trace amounts of energy from the sun.

That is the core technology of the orthodox Kaul school, and it is far ahead.

The new fuel drink is Kaul's masterpiece, temporarily defeating Moss's reformed fuel drink.

But he did not slack off.

It is said that Moss is planning something big recently. He is going to launch the latest improved fuel drink, which has already been preheated on the mechanical forum.

We have to be vigilant!
In short, after tens of thousands of cost-averse improvements by Kaul and Moss, mechanical fuel drinks have gone beyond the scope of ordinary beverages.

It is probably a health supplement with powerful effects...

When Palus drank that stuff, it was almost like injecting some kind of mind-enhancing potion.

And it's a very high-end one.

After all, it was made at no cost and it also carries the energy of the little sun.

"Oh, Almighty Creator, what a precious thing this is..."

Parus was quite moved, as he had not expected the attacker to hit him with such a precious drink.

What a nice person.

He couldn't bear to drink it anymore, so he stored the fuel drink in a special force field device and hid it.

Such precious items should be stored with care.

After saving the fuel drink, Palus prepared to continue researching the alien technology project.

He was obsessed with it and devoted almost all his energy to it.

For the Tech-Priests of the Mystic School, there is no greater joy than studying xenos technology.

That is their ideal and passion.

This is mainly due to the overly conservative and repressive academic atmosphere within the Mechanicus.

Most of the time, the main task of the Mechanicus is to discover and maintain existing technology, and they are hostile to all new technology.

Even if it is technology from STC, the oil guys still need to test it thousands or tens of thousands of times.

Research and discussion meetings will be held for each stage of testing. After countless tests, discussions, and debates, a blueprint that can be manufactured will eventually be formed.

However, by the time the blueprint was officially formed, dozens or even hundreds of years had passed.

Even if the oil men's blood is replaced with special reagents, it can have a lifespan of several centuries or even more.

But given such a long and tedious research process, they can only complete a few projects in their lifetime.

And they spent so many lives just to test and replicate existing technology.

You can only roll around in piles of old papers all your life.

When the grease men secretly came into contact with the alien technology and secretly conducted research, it was like entering a whole new world.

Once you try this feeling, you can never go back.

Technical priests who are too obsessed with forbidden technology are more likely to fall into chaos and become black oil men.

Based on the inspiration he had just gained, Parus studied the alien technology while closely monitoring the previous space area.

He had a feeling that the attacker would come again.

……

Research vessel.

After collecting data from several portals, Ron and everyone else returned to the ship.

Now is the initial stage of exploration, so simply collecting relevant data will be enough.

The Ministry of the Interior is setting up a Cyberspace Operations Department, which will be a huge department with millions of people.

In the future they will move in and be responsible for handling Internet-related work.

For example, finding and counting the data of all teleportation portals, maintaining the operation of the network, regulating the traffic on the network, etc.

As soon as he sat down in the lounge, Ron couldn't help but frown at the pungent smell of engine oil.

It was the smell of the fuel drink; Kaul was drinking that stuff again.

Ron really couldn't understand why the oil guys liked to drink this sticky stuff.

Not long ago, Kaur shamelessly tried to get him to endorse Authentic Fuel Drinks, saying that he wanted to print his portrait on the cans.

Wow, isn’t that an endorsement?
But Ron thought about it and refused sternly on the grounds that it would undermine fair competition.

The main reason is that he really doesn't like that stuff.

Ron rubbed his nose and continued to browse the information of Huangquan No. 8 Forging World on the data tablet.

As the empire's famous forging world, Huangquan No. 8 will become the territory's key contact target in the future.

See if there is any chance to get some important technology of the empire.

At present, some of the territory's technological technologies are indeed higher than the imperial average, but they are mainly concentrated in areas related to the warp and small sun energy.

The overall technological level is far inferior to that of the prosperous areas of the empire.

There was not even a single piece of the high-end technology that maintained the empire's rule.

For example, Terminator Armor, Titan Fortress, Melta Weapons and so on.

Even the armor worn by the Space Marines was just a modified emergency product.

In the future, we will have to obtain the most advanced power armor technology and then optimize and improve it.

This initial exploration of the webway actually has another important purpose.

That is to see if we can find some technological relics to fill the technological gap in the territory.

However, the current exploration results have deeply disappointed Ron.

There is nothing in this area except a large number of teleportation portals and hidden chaos monsters.

Didn’t the ancient Eldar once occupy the Webway? Why didn’t they leave anything behind?
It was too clean, not even a piece of iron sheet could be found.

Even if you leave some scraps for me to pick up, it's fine, at least I can get something.

Ron let out a long sigh. He no longer had much hope of finding the ancient technological relics.

After Duke and his crew returned from clearing out the chaos monsters, the research ship took off again.

They will continue along the main passage and explore deeper areas.

"There's nothing interesting here. It's like it's replicating infinitely..." Ron leaned against the porthole, propped up his chin and observed the situation outside.

The scenery along the main passage is monotonous, with almost no changes, and not even rubble and ruins can be seen.

But this is a good thing, proving that the Webway area controlled by the Blackstone Gate is very well preserved.

But this kind of scenery is too boring.

Ron looked at it for a while, then felt sleepy and simply lay down to rest.

The subspace energy here was too active, and he quickly fell asleep and fell into a nightmare.

In his dream, he was entangled in illusions related to Slaanesh again, which was more exciting than ever!

Ron not only dreamed of various top beauties from his previous life, but also dreamed of Slaanesh and Aisha, the Eldar goddess of life who was like an elven goddess.

hiss~
Unlocked new scenes?

This dream was different from the previous ones. Now he was on a strange planet.

Everything around was so white and soft, like marshmallows.

He held hands with Slaanesh, Aisha and the others and flew gently into the sky, arriving on a bed of white, soft clouds.

Aisha and other beautiful girls, wrapped in gauze, looked at him expectantly.

Seeing this, Ron reacted somewhat.

That's not right. Why would he dream about Elsa? Wasn't she in Nurgle's garden?
The goddess of life, Aisha, is a rare subspace entity that embodies truth, kindness and beauty, but her experience is too tragic.

She was first captured by the Eldar God of War Cain for a captivity play, and then abducted by Slaanesh, who planned to make her into a permanent doll.

Fortunately, Brother Nurgle was obsessed with Aisha, and in a rage for her, he snatched her away from Slaanesh.

Nurgle protected Elsa in the Garden of Nurgle.

He sent Nurglings to caper and giggle around her feet, planted the valley with festering weeds and twisted dead flowers for her to admire, and often cooked her the finest soup in his plague cauldrons.

He hoped that his beloved goddess would be happy, but the goddess always had a blank expression on her face and looked unhappy.

What a pure love god of war!
Ron looked at the pitiful goddess of life, Aisha, and suddenly an idea popped into his mind.

What is the purpose of that little boy of Slaanesh doing this to death?
Does he think that he is flattering Nurgle's beloved goddess in his dream?
At the same time, Ron could feel that Aisha was so real and didn't seem fake.

This dream is too bizarre.

But, now we are here.

Just as Ron walked forward and gently hugged Elsa, he felt tears falling on his chest.

Then he heard the goddess crying...

(End of this chapter)