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Chapter 1829 Delayed Plan (Feeling much better after taking Danshu)

Perhaps influenced by the awareness of civilization, the thing that players are most dissatisfied with in the game is this "corpse starch".

As the name suggests, cadaver starch is made from corpses. Of course, not all cadaver starch is made from corpses, but some cadaver starch is indeed made from corpses.

The raw materials come from discarded biological components, old mechanical servants, wet parts that have failed to be modified, and civilian corpses. These are crushed and then hydrolyzed with high-temperature acid, and then extruded to make corpse starch.

This kind of corpse starch is acceptable to players on the battlefield. After all, there are records of defenders running out of ammunition and food in ancient times and then cannibalism. In comparison, corpse starch is just a scientific step, which at least looks like the truth. Of course, except for battlefields and worlds with famine, most other places use chemical synthesis to make corpse starch.

However, this chemical synthesis method is also very unappetizing - it is produced by refining and processing promethium.

To put it in a way that players of this era can understand, this food, like plastic, comes from the products of petrochemical processing and refining.

Of course, don't expect this kind of stuff to look good. Most of the time, it looks like the stuff you get in the toilet after having diarrhea. The only good thing is that it has no smell, it's bland. Of course, it's still nutritious, at least according to the oil man.

Therefore, in this world, most of the lower-class civilians eat this kind of food, and only the upper class and the nobles are qualified to enjoy real food. This is also the part that players complain about a lot. In the eyes of most people, if they can only eat this kind of stuff every day, it is no wonder that the lower class will rebel.

It's understandable to use it as an emergency measure during a battlefield or famine, but if you want to eat this stuff in your daily life, you'd be a saint if you didn't vote for Chaos!

As for why the lower-class civilians in the empire can only eat this, the reason is very simple. The empire is too big, the population is too large, and the food supply cannot be met. And why is the empire so populous and so large, but the food supply cannot be met? Because the emperor took too big a step, spread his business too widely, and most importantly, he colluded with Chaos!

That’s right, this is why Duanmu Huai never treats the emperor well every time he sees him. In his opinion, according to the ban of the Inquisition, the emperor himself is the biggest heretic!

Most players cannot understand why the Emperor traded with the evil god of the Warp to create the Primarch. In their opinion, the Emperor should not have any involvement or connection with the Warp. Besides, the Primarch looks useful, but it is not that useful.

Moreover, one point that many players criticized was that as an immortal, the Emperor had experienced the Golden Age of Humanity and the Iron Man Rebellion, so he must know what was in which territory of humanity. For example, everyone knows where their country is good at heavy industry, where it is good at light industry, where the granary is, and where there are minerals. For example, in the Three Kingdoms, the order of priority in war would be determined, and those places that were contested by military strategists would be controlled first.

However, the Emperor's Great Crusade looked grand and majestic, but it was a bit like a fight wherever it went, and it was basically a mess.

The most difficult thing is naturally the Webway plan. In the eyes of the players, the emperor is simply gambling on the fate of the country. If the Webway succeeds, everything will be fine for everyone. But what if it fails?

Do you have a backup plan?

As it turned out, there wasn't, so the emperor became old bacon.

Players generally applaud this.

This greatest heretic finally got his comeuppance.

Therefore, it is normal that Duanmu Huai could not meet the Emperor in person in the torrent of time. If he really followed Guilliman to Terra at that time, Duanmu Huai would have directly announced in the name of the Inquisition in front of the Emperor in the Royal Palace of Terra that the Emperor was a heretic and wanted to purify him completely.

If Horus can't kill you, why can't I kill you too?

So, governing a big country is like cooking a small fish. You have to be down-to-earth and take one step at a time. Don’t try to eat a fat man in one bite, and don’t think about taking shortcuts…

The above are the national affairs that Duanmu Huai is considering.

As for why he was thinking about these things, the reason was simple: it was a good way to divert his attention.

Right now, everyone was standing in the corpse starch production factory in the middle of the hive. In front of them was a large pot, which looked like the kind witches used to make poison in animations, only it was magnified hundreds of times. Above the large pot, a drain was spouting the sticky, earthy yellow corpse starch… It looked like indigestion and stomach upset…

Plus the dark brown marks all around...

"…………………"

Mary didn't say anything, but her eyes were obviously wandering. On the contrary, Menme Satori looked nonchalant and looked around curiously.

"right here?"

Duanmu Huai looked away, no longer looking at the corpse starch spout that was gushing out like diarrhea, but at the Thinker in front of him. The latter was completely damaged, the entire body was stained with blood, the screen was dim, and there was only a gear boy lying on the ground, its body was completely exploded, and it looked like someone had stuffed a grenade in its stomach.

There was a team of planetary defense soldiers guarding the surroundings, but to be honest, in Duanmu Huai's opinion, they did not play a big role except preventing other people from getting close - in a place like the Hive City, the planetary defense force was generally a hundred times more incompetent than the police in Hollywood movies.

In Duanmu Huai's opinion, as long as they have not been infiltrated and corrupted, they should be thankful.

One of the young men walked over tremblingly. Duanmu Huai guessed that he was forced to take on the task of "welcoming" himself not because of his duty, but more likely because he was not popular among his colleagues.

"I'm Magistrate Cole, attached to the police department."

The young man in front of him spoke in a nervous voice. He didn't dare to stare at Duanmu Huai, nor did he dare to look at Mary and Mianmu Sanatori. He could only look at the wall next to him, as if the traces on it were some famous painting.

"We received a report ten minutes ago that a production accident occurred at the starch processing plant in Area 326 and it needs to be handled immediately."

"Production accident."

Duanmu Huai raised the corner of his mouth slightly. This is indeed a very vague term.

"And then? What did you find when you came here?"

"No...No, Your Honor."

Cole weighed every word carefully, fearing that Duanmu Huai would pull out a gun and shoot him on the head (he should be thankful that Duanmu Huai was not very good at using a gun).

"When we arrived here, there was only a group of workers gathered here, and then we dispersed them and protected the scene. Then we received a notice to wait for you to come here, sir."

"Did anyone touch the body?"

"Not since we got here."

The young man shook his head.

"Do you know that gear boy?"

"He is the Tech-Priest who is in charge of dealing with the Master Contemplator. We have met him a few times, but we are not familiar with him."

"Ah."

Duanmu Huai nodded, then walked to the side of the corpse and stared at the mechanical priest in front of him. The latter was completely dead at this moment, and there was a data cable on its body still connected to the Thinker, but this was not the point.

Duanmu Huai reached out his hand, reached into the body of the mechanical priest, turned it over, and then turned on the searchlight and stared at the body in front of him. In the gaps of the body that had been infiltrated by machinery and almost completely transformed, Duanmu Huai saw several tumor-like things. He narrowed his eyes and pondered for a moment. Then he stood up and looked at the workers around him.

"Who among you is more familiar with this gear boy?"

In response to Duanmu Huai's question, the crowd surged for a moment, and then a middle-aged man walked out - but judging from the way he was cursing and covering his butt, it seemed more like he was kicked out.

"you are?"

"Your Excellency the Inquisitor, I am a servant of the Tech Priest of Fas." The man trembled for a moment, but still answered obediently.

"I am mainly responsible for some basic work, after all, applying ointment to the meditators, lighting incense and so on... Please forgive me, I really don't know anything..."

"You don't need to explain. I need to ask you some questions."

Duanmuhuai waved his hand.

"Did you notice anything unusual about him during your contact with him?"

“……………………Sorry, sir. To be honest, all gear boys look weird to us. He always mumbles something incomprehensible… I really don’t understand him either.”

"Have you ever smelled anything from him?"

"Motor oil? Or incense? That's about it..."

Having said that, the man thought for a moment.

"Sometimes I also smell a foul odor, but you know, sir, I'm not sure if the smell comes from him..."

"………………Which area of ​​the hive city is the corpse starch mainly supplied to?"

"Sections 326 to 489."

"Bring me a bowl of that stuff."

Duanmu Huai said this, pointing to something over there that looked like a cauldron used by a witch to boil medicine.

"I want the ones in there."

Although he didn't know what Duanmu Huai was going to do, the man still obediently took a bowl from the connection under the big pot and handed it over - well, this thing looked so hygienic and healthy up close, and Mary turned her head away.

Duanmu Huai reached out his hand, took a little and put it in his mouth, smacked his lips carefully, then narrowed his eyes and gestured to Cole next to him.

"Come here for a moment."

"Yes, my lord."

"You all eat this stuff?"

“This is how most people eat.”

"There has never been any plague or epidemic here, right?"

"Indeed, my Lord."

Speaking of this topic, Col immediately straightened his chest.

"I heard that this happened because a highly respected saint once came here. When he saw that the people here lived in poverty, he prayed to the merciful emperor for a blessing. After that, no one here got sick again."

"That's right, this thing is clean and hygienic."

Duanmu Huai casually handed the bowl of Aoli to Cole and patted him on the shoulder.

"Where's this gear boy's connection?"

"You mean the Mechanicus? It's located in Sector 329..."

"Thank you. I'll leave this to you."

Duanmu Huai nodded to him in a friendly manner, then turned and left. He then turned on the communication terminal and connected to Lumiel.

"What did you get there?"

“So far, there is nothing special that needs attention.”

Lumiel's voice came.

"Murder, accidents, riots, all data are below average, no abnormal values ​​were found."

“So it is more important to visit the scene. I have discovered something.”

Duanmu Huai chuckled.

"I found a Gearboy with signs of corruption. From now on, block the entire passage to the upper city of the hive until we find the culprit. Is this communication network encrypted?"

"Of course, Your Honor, I will immediately discover anyone who tries to eavesdrop."

"That's good... By the way, what is this nest mainly responsible for?"

"It is an industrial hive city, mainly responsible for supplying weapons and materials to neighboring star regions. Because it is located in a remote star region, the shipment volume is not very large. It is only responsible for supplying weapons and materials to itself and nearby star regions."

Having said this, Lumière paused.

“But for the record, shipments here have not been consistent for a long time.”

"What does the Governor say?"

"I have no choice, Your Honor."

The Governor's voice sounded again.

"Those mechanical priests always have excuses of one kind or another. I also hope to complete the glorious mission entrusted to me by the Empire as soon as possible, but they always shirk their responsibilities for various technical reasons... You know, when it comes to this, even I can't do anything about it."

That's true.

Duanmu Huai nodded. It is actually very easy for experts to fool laymen. Not to mention the oil man, it is the same if you find anyone to manage programmers. If you don’t understand the technology, then you will have to believe whatever the other party says.

And the status of the oil man is higher than that of the programmer.

"Then I'll just go and help you urge them."