Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 700 148. How to order technology
The last ship that captured psychic energy entered the port, and Hades stepped forward and used the Black Domain to kill the missed psychic energy as usual.

The Mechanicus transformed the frigate into a soul-catching ship, and with the help of the transformation plan stored in the Academy of Athens, the Blackstone psychic sages reversed Geller's position, changing the original position used to isolate psychic energy into a high affinity for psychic energy.

The crew and the core of the ship are protected by a protective cage woven from filaments of black stone and blessed by Pluto.

Just in case, two or more Soulless Persons are stationed on each ship.

There were some incidents in the process, such as some crew members had convulsions due to the pollution of psychic energy, but the exorcism of the Underworld Cult and the timely return to port prevented the small mistake from turning into a big one.

Hades looked toward the ship beside him, ripples of psychic energy rippling beneath the cabin.

The ship was nearly five hours behind schedule, but from Black Domain's perspective, everything was intact.

He was on guard for a moment, and when the hatch opened, Hades' guard was instantly lowered when he saw Ogryn.

"Black boss, I feel bad."

Soulless Ogryn said something, then immediately leaned against the cabin, bent over and began to vomit, ignoring Hades's consolation. Then the Mechanical Sage and the Soulless Man, who came out a little sloppily, saluted Hades.

"Thank you for your hard work."

The corner of Hades' mouth twitched. It was obvious that working with Ogryn was an extremely torturous thing, and it was also difficult for them.

He exchanged a few more words with the last people to come out. The ceremony on the other side should have been completed. Only pinpoints of cold light remained on the ruins of Comoros, and the rest of the large chunks of light that looked like fragments of the eternal sun had long since disappeared.

Not counting the authority taken by Guilliman, they should have collected one-fifth of Slaanesh's psychic energy now - the purely disrupted kind.

The remaining spiritual energy either escaped long ago or was too fragmented to be collected.

Now this collected psychic energy is buzzing in the cargo hold of the special transport ship.

As early as three thousand years ago, a sage named Yao Dun Σ on a small forging world proposed the psychic application of black stone.
He discovered the symmetry between the black stone's anti-psychic energy and psychic energy. Through certain rules, he arranged the black stone array in a regular pattern and engraved specific psychic inscriptions on it. By activating it with a large amount of psychic energy, the originally inert black stone would be activated and briefly become psychically excitable.

In the same year, he published Blackstone's three psychic energy formulas, which are the psychic energy calculation, temperature calculation and reserve calculation of Blackstone excited states.

This discovery directly created Black Stone's psychic tendency and application of this discipline, and it has countless small branches.

By the way, the research and development of Blackstone has always been monopolized by large forging worlds such as Graeae, Mars, and Phaos, and the focus has been on the development of the anti-psychic side. Before this, the sages have always looked at the development of Blackstone's psychic side with prejudice.

After this, the disciple of the deceased sage Yao Dun Σ was found by Jin-306 and trained a team of sages in this field. However, the development of this technology has been tepid, and the unfavorable prospects and insufficient funds have hindered its progress.
At the same time, there has been no major breakthrough in this technology since the sage Yao DunΣ, and people are hesitating in the short-lived excited state of the black stone, unable to move forward again.

Thousands of years ago, the Forge World of Graeae acquired a Blackstone Fortress, and seven hundred years later in the Gothic War, the Empire's enemy Abaddon also used the Blackstone Fortress to inflict heavy damage on the Empire's army.

This technology, which was about to be discontinued, was taken seriously again by the Empire. By lowering the temperature to an extremely low level and regularly placing psychics who were tortured to the brink of death, the sages solved the problem of the black stone's excited state being too short, and further developed how the excited black stone could release energy in this experimental environment.

But this was still in the ideal environment of the laboratory. The harsh environment on the battlefield, the high cost, and the surveillance of the Inquisition caused this discipline to stagnate again after a brief period of glory.

Unable to be mass-produced or applied on a large scale, the discipline subsequently shifted to purely conceptual research and development. Formulas and theorems were proposed and became the synonyms of the discipline, which were theoretically feasible.

Until two years ago, Pluto came to Terra in person and built the Academy of Athens, which was led by twenty-one large forging worlds, responded by countless small forging worlds, and trillions of information were shared.

During this time, in a paper titled "On How to Preserve Deep-Sea Psychic Fish and Deliver Them to the Lord's Table" uploaded from a Forge World that has close cooperation with the Fishing World, the Sages were pleasantly surprised to find the solution they wanted - low-cost, large-scale technology to achieve anti-collision, extremely low temperature, and high psychic environment.

In just three months, taking advantage of the opportunity of Pluto's opening up to innovative scientific research, the formulas and hypotheses accumulated hundreds of years ago were quickly realized.

All the sages in this field chose to mechanize themselves within three days in order to withstand the extremely high intensity of research and development.

Their efforts were not in vain.

Due to the surge in the number of innovative technologies and Pluto's sensitivity to Blackstone, their paper was finally placed on Pluto's desk by Kirkland one ordinary afternoon.

Prior to this, Pluto had already noticed this subject during the third screening at the Academy of Athens.

So on Terra, while arguing with Neos and Malcador, Hades took the time to visit the sage in charge of this subject, provide funding and put forward his own needs.

For the sages of this discipline, the opportunity for ascension is at hand.

But to Hades, this was just one of the 14863 laboratories he visited during his time wrangling with Neos and Malcador, and was part of his daily routine documents.

Coinciding with the explosive growth of the empire's shipyards, Pluto casually allocated three small and medium-sized shipyard assembly lines to these sages for practice, and the sages of Faos met with them to discuss the assembly line production of ships.

At this point, three thousand years later, the niche discipline of Blackstone’s psychic inclinations and applications has truly been put into experimental production.

The following year, in the Storm Star Region, Pluto, who was forced to fight with Slaanesh, signed a treaty to expand production with a dark face, and these first-generation soul-catching ships converted from frigates officially began large-scale production.

And now, he appears beside Pluto.

Appears on the ship dispatch list when Hades needs to deal with the corpse of Slaanesh.

And part of it was quietly transferred away by the Nirvana system controlled by Finus.

This is a three-thousand-year-long relay. The great sage Yao DunΣ, the founder and founder of the discipline, has long disappeared in the long river of time.

The genome of his disciple's disciple was fortunately preserved by the Mechanicus and is still used to cultivate new generations in this discipline. The great sage Yu Junbin Σ who met Pluto was a sage cultivated from his genome.

But up to now, the three psychic formulas of the Black Stone are still the unshakable truth of this discipline, and Pluto has also confirmed its reliability and non-contamination. This formula is applicable to any psychic Black Stone creations, including the Black Stone creations of the Necrons and the Eldar.

And this is just one of billions of microcosms of the technological explosion.

Now, even though Pluto stood on the battlefield where the gods fell, the countless forge worlds behind him were also operating with bright lights. For the Mechanicus, this was a glorious moment that only came once in tens of millions of years.

Supporting innovation, technology sharing, and a safe and pollution-free environment are enough to drive any wise man crazy and leave his name in history, right now!
For Pluto! For Ohm Messiah!!!

Of course, Hades did not understand their madness very well. It might be because the Mechanical Sage was too fanatical on a daily basis, or Hades thought that there was an infection of faith mixed in.

Hades used the Black Domain to make one last check of the cabins of the soul-catching ships. The sages also had psychic early warning devices for this.

But since he was there, Hades decided to do it himself - after all, it was the fallen corpse of a false god.

Because of Geller's position having been changed and the high concentration of psychic energy in the cabin, these ships cannot travel through the subspace and can only be transported by slingshot.

Without the slingshot, these ships would basically be scrap metal in terms of practicality.

But fortunately, they have slingshots, and technology never appears in isolation.

Most of the harmless psychic energy will be transported back to Terra and handed over to the Martian sages for scientific research, and a portion will be given to Magnus. Another portion will be transported to the Cult's station, allowing the nearby Forge World to develop under the supervision of the Cult, or let the Cult bishops deal with it themselves - they can just dump it in a stable place.

A communication came on the channel and the ceremony over there was over. It sounded like everything went well. Psionic Guilliman evolved into Psionic Regent Guilliman.

With a title like that, it's hard not to work.

Thinking of this, Hades couldn't help but laugh sadly at Guilliman's tragic fate.

Of course, Hades was a kind man. He could not stand by and watch this diligent Primarch suffer from political torture again. He had already discussed with the great villain Mortarion that after finishing the matter with Baal, they would go to Terra to deal with whoever needed to be dealt with.

Even if we have to beat him, we have to beat Neos into working at the government desk.

Hades was already planning how to beat the inhuman Neos. He slowly followed the retreating army.

Behind him, a huge black hole hung inside the fallen Comoros, slowly and irreversibly absorbing the remains of Comoros. Comoros' last moment stayed on the surface of the black hole, frozen in eternity.

At this point, Comoros, which had brought suffering and joy to billions of lives, had completely become a thing of the past, trapped here by a black hole, and any webpath leading to it was guarded by fire lizards.

From then on, the Eldar disappeared forever from the sight of the Empire. Perhaps there were still some remaining individuals alive in the long river of time, but with the end of Slaanesh, the Eldar race was imprisoned in that end of time.

……

"You don't look well - maybe you should rest?"

Hades blinked and looked at the somewhat unfamiliar Guilliman. The gold powder sprinkled during the ceremony was still stuck to the Primarch's cloak and armor, flashing in Hades' eyes.

Unlike Mortarion who turned into bone and mist, and Corax who turned into dark crow, Guilliman still looked like a normal person at first glance, just enlarged in proportion, although he was still shorter than Mortarion.

The essence of Mortarion's liberation is just like being enlarged and then stretched, Hades complained in his heart, the width is reduced and the length is stretched to the maximum, just like a stick insect standing up.

After grasping the power of domination and vanity, Robert Guilliman's white-gold hair turned back into a dazzling golden color, shining brighter than any gold in the world. From a distance, it even looked like a burning flame.

The emerald green olive leaves in his hair grew more luxuriant and stretched out branches.

Hades saw tiny, almost invisible characters carved into the pattern of leaves, from which he recognized some military and political books that Guilliman had written.

Guilliman's face also became younger, but also more ruthless and cold. The biggest change was probably Guilliman's pupils - they were a pure light gold color with no whites.

If you look closely, you can see a flame burning quietly and never extinguished.

This instantly made Guilliman's overall harmonious image tainted with horror. All the Primarchs were human-like beings, and Guilliman was no exception. This made him look like a fake human.

It looked like a faded ancient Roman sculpture, or like a god - not an angel, but a god. Hades's poor artistic skills could not describe anything else.

The rest of Guilliman's body was covered by armor and cloak, so Hades couldn't see more, but he thought there probably weren't many changes.

Looking at the true Aberrants, the liberated essence of Mortarion and Corax even extends to their armor, their psionic energy staining the armor and shaping it into something more in keeping with their essence.

Guilliman's armor had changed as well, becoming more magnificent and glorious, but most of it was hidden by his blazing red cloak, so Hades couldn't see it.

Hearing Hades' words, Guilliman smiled tiredly.
【Thank you for your concern, I am mostly fine now. 】

【and……】

Guilliman paused, hesitant.
[Hadi... Revenant, I hope you can stay on the Macragge's Glory recently and watch over me. I am very worried about the rampage of power. ]

As far as Guilliman knew, both Mortarion and Corax had experienced moments when they could no longer control their psychic powers.

As a "weak psyker", Guilliman did not think he would be an exception.

Mortarion, who was sitting in a dark corner of the room, sneered.
[Good idea - I'll stay on the Macragge's Glory too, Guilliman, I think I can be of greater help to you before you become completely overwhelmed.]

【Then thank you very much. 】

Guilliman nodded. He felt weak and exhilarated at the same time. It was a strange feeling, like the fever Lady Euden had once described to him. The Primarch had never had a fever before - he had only taken care of Euden when she had a fever as a child.

Thinking of this, Guilliman took another deep breath.

【Mortarion, I don't feel too much mental distortion at the moment.】

[That's because you are tightening your mental barriers now.]

Mortarion answered casually, for he had learned the art of medicine from long experience.

[But you won't be tense all the time... they will take advantage of you when you relax. My suggestion is to find a few descendants you trust to supervise you and set a bottom line - once you accidentally cross the line, let them tell you immediately and tell me by the way.]

Karas, Vorcus, and several secret sentries within the Death Guard were Mortarion's sentinels, and Garo should have been among them.

[Good idea, I was planning to do that.]

"Heroes see the same thing."

Hades interrupted, and he laughed.
“The troubles are always the same.”

Guilliman paused, then smiled bitterly. Hades stopped smiling instantly and stared at Guilliman in surprise.

【My troubles may be more troublesome. 】

"Wait? You're going to say that now?!"

Hades interrupted hastily, Guilliman was going to recall the Fall of Angels now???

"You are not in good condition now, it is best not to-"

【Let him speak.】

Mortarion said coldly, a bone-chilling mist dropping from his fingertips.

[Hades, you and I are here, this is a good opportunity for our great uncrowned king to practice, he should learn how to manage his emotions and psychic energy.]

Guilliman just smiled wryly.

(End of this chapter)