Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 590: The Legacy of the Ancient Saints, Returning to Ancient Terra to Find the Roman She-Wolf?
"Afuka, what happened?"

Ron looked in the direction of the source of the voice and discovered that the Fallen Angels' Captain was acting strangely and seemed to be in great pain.

He frowned, somewhat puzzled.

What they are dealing with now is the Dark Angels' old bad habits. Why should Averka, a fallen angel, feel sad about this? Shouldn't he just be having fun?
Over the past ten thousand years, the Dark Angels have regarded so-called secrets as more important than anything else, which has caused many disadvantages.

One of them is the sudden increase in the number of fallen angels.

There were not many fallen angels who took up swords to fight their biological father and survived and remained loyal, only a few thousand, and there are even fewer fallen angels who are still alive today.

However, according to the latest records, there are at least 60,000 to 70,000 Fallen Angels executed by the Dark Angels or on the run, which means that the number is increasing as they are captured.

In addition to the original fallen angels who are veterans, there are also many more dark angels who later came into contact with forbidden secrets and were hunted down and fled.

That's human nature.

The more you suppress and restrict something, the more likely it is to give rise to curiosity.

Many Dark Angels who accidentally came into contact with the secret or forbidden technology of that time would naturally be shaken in the beliefs they had always adhered to or would no longer be willing to kill the Fallen Angels.

And thus run away.

After tens of thousands of years of accumulation, the number is a bit scary, which is one of the reasons why he attaches importance to fallen angels.

That is a huge force.

What Ron is doing now is to directly eradicate the root of the problem with irresistible force.

Let the Dark Angels have no secrets from now on!
For example, the Dark Angels’ deepest, untouchable, slide-like secret – the tragedy of Caliban’s fall?
Then just compile the event into a book or epic, record it in the library, and all members of the empire with high-level permissions can read it.

Moreover, all members of the Dark Angels must study in depth and submit a 3,000-word reflection on their experience!
There were also various dark technologies and forbidden books piled up and moldy in the secret room, which were all handed over to the relevant research institutes for the empire's oil men to study at their leisure.

The Dark Angels' facilities, equipment, finances, etc. will also be made public to the Terran Court and the Munitions, which is also a common practice among the Space Marine Legions and Chapters.

Today, the main theme of the empire is "to think and work together", "to unite to accomplish great things", and to make "the human empire revived and great again!"

You, the Dark Angels, are still thinking about creating little secrets and small groups. Aren’t you pure and loyal enough? Are you thinking about establishing a second empire?
What's more, the Dark Angels have a history of dealing with the Second Empire, which makes them feel even more guilty.

After all, in the old empire, loyalty is the last bottom line. You can mutate, conduct forbidden research, go crazy and issue extermination orders, and even get special treatment and not pay taxes.

But you can't be disloyal.

After Ron, the savior and emperor of the empire, put forward his theory of imperial loyalty, the dark angels dared not say a word.

You can only accept the transformation obediently.

Apart from this, they had no other choice and could not resist.

Here we have the Primarch of Hope, more than a dozen legendary warriors and a thousand-man imperial guard. How dare you be disloyal?

Therefore, the Dark Angels remained loyal with tears in their eyes, watching the transformation progress step by step.

The Savior's questioning words drew more attention and sight to the Fallen Angel Chapter Captain Averka.

Everyone was waiting for his answer.

"Your Majesty, the Savior, I am only amazed at the might of that huge imperial ship."

Facing everyone's gaze, Afuka hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the airspace outside the observation dome and said.

At some point, a huge black stone ship more than 20 kilometers long appeared in the airspace. It was extremely large and powerful.

That is Plague Heart.

Ever since Ron learned of the existence of the Discord Engine, he has been looking for the last piece of the engine artifact - the Heart of Plague.

However, Xiao Ling and the researchers have searched through all the forbidden relics and data related to the demigod demon pilot Vashtor, but still have not figured out what the Heart of Plague is.

All the descriptions are mysterious, some say it is a beating heart, some say it is an active plague, some say it is a taboo that destroys life, and so on.

Finally, after they cracked the secret, they believed that it was some kind of subspace energy source and was not irreplaceable.

That is the energy core of the Ominous Ark.

Because in essence, the artifact discord engine is still a kind of subspace technology. The reason why it is so mysterious is that today's humans cannot understand it, and it is even worshipped in a religious way.

It is just like when imperial ships pass through certain primitive planets, they will be worshipped as gods by the apes or lower-level life forms there.

During the development of the primitive planet by the engineering team, they even saw the existence of Space Marines and bolter guns in the stone carvings of some low-level civilizations.

They regarded the space warriors who stranded on the planet as gods, and the weapons they left behind became artifacts.

Even an Imperial laser rifle would trigger changes in the entire low-level civilization. Anyone who obtained this artifact would be regarded as the one chosen by God.

Then he gained the worship of everyone, killed many people and became the leader of the tribe.

The discord engine left behind by the ancient civilization, also known as the subspace shield machine, is also an incomprehensible and untouchable artifact for the galaxy and the empire where various beliefs and worships are spread.

That is like a stamp of thought, seriously affecting the progress of related research.

Fortunately, Ron insisted on scientific development and tried his best to demystify the relevant personnel in the field of science and technology.

In particular, technical priests who have graduated from Zhongsi College and have studied the concept of the savior in depth can effectively avoid these cult-like restrictions.

Coupled with the long-term accumulation of subspace technology research in the Savior Territory, with the assistance of the mechanical goddess Xiao Ling and the green-skinned master, the truth about the Heart of the Plague was finally discovered.

It was nothing more than a subspace energy technology left by the ancient saints. After being obtained by the mysterious demigod demon pilot Vashtor, it was transformed and corroded.

Fortunately, the Savior Territory obtained Vashtor's legacy and was able to reverse-engineer the relevant technology.

Although it is not possible to design and build it from scratch now, it is not a problem to assemble it using ready-made parts.

Once you get the things, you may be able to research and build them by yourself in the future; it just takes some time.

If the Mechanical Goddess can use the Dissonance Engine to further enhance her power, the speed of related research will probably be even faster.

After Ron got the explanation from the Fallen Angels' Captain, he didn't say anything more.

The main thing is that it is difficult to explain to these semi-illiterate people in technology. They themselves don’t really understand what is going on, but it’s fine as long as it can be used.

Now he is trying to combine faith and science, which is a contradictory combination. Perhaps one day when he has mastered the situation and the time is ripe, he can use science to eliminate faith.

To reduce the impact of faith energy on yourself.

From a certain perspective, subspace faith energy is essentially still a scientific field, and it is only necessary to study its generation and operation patterns.

For example, some kind of biological energy feedback in subspace, or is it related to quantum mechanics?
Becoming a god scientifically might not be impossible, and maybe we could even get the emperor out of the ICU.

At least the facts have proved that the ancient civilization has mastered the technology of using the subspace.

Anyway, theologians and mechanics can study it themselves. They cannot use these to embarrass the savior and honorary dean of Zhongsi College, who only has an intermediate level of education.

"Phew, luckily I wasn't discovered by the Savior."

Afuka breathed a sigh of relief when he saw everyone's attention shifted.

The fallen angel chapter leader tried hard to control his facial expression, but he was still very heartbroken.

Because a holy relic ornament on his armor was missing. It was a master-level holy relic ornament, the kind that came with sacred runes and force fields!

"Maybe it was left on the battlefield. I should have noticed that."

Afuka blamed himself.

After all, for the fallen angels who were used to being poor, that was already a relatively precious treasure.

He also couldn't reveal this matter to anyone, because the fallen angels had just accepted the gift from the Savior and lost it not long after.

How embarrassing is that?

Unfortunately, this Fallen Angels Chapter Captain did not know that in the event of a large-scale war, there is a process for reimbursement of Space Marines' belongings that are damaged or lost in battle.

At least some of the losses can be recovered, otherwise I wouldn’t be so entangled.

"Everyone, follow me to see the legendary artifact engine."

Ron received the latest message and said to the legendary warriors around him with a smile on his face.

Following clues provided by the Dark Angels' Supreme Grand Master, search teams found the legendary Tuchucha Engine in hundreds of thousands of secret spaces deep within the Stone Fortress.

The artifact parts that are urgently needed when the decisive battle in the hazy star field is approaching.

Afterwards, Afka, Azrael, Dante and other legendary warriors followed the Savior to the space where the Tuchucha Engine was located.

"Well, why isn't Lord Gabriel here?"

Afka vaguely sensed that there was one person missing from the team of legendary warriors—Gabriel, the leader of the Blood Ravens.

The legendary warrior was very enthusiastic about the fallen angels and left some impression on him.

What the Fallen Angel Chapter Captain didn't know was that Gabriel had long been driven out by the Saviors and was not allowed to enter the Stone Fortress.

The Stone Fortress is simply a paradise for the Blood Ravens.

There is a high probability that it will trigger the occupational diseases of the Blood Crow cubs, causing trouble for the related inventory and research work.

……

Deep inside the Stone Fortress, in the Metal Hall.

The golden gate rumbled up, revealing a large metal space inside. Ron led more than a dozen legendary warriors into it. Like most dungeons in the fortress, this large, church-like space was illuminated by dim, simple electric lights.

This space is about the size of a football field and is filled with various machines and monitors, but all of them are covered with thick dust.

Fortunately, they can still continue to operate.

As soon as Ron and others came in, they noticed the large mechanical sphere in the center, as if it was naturally able to attract people's attention.

It was an almost perfect mechanical sphere, about 10 meters in diameter, marble-like black and dark gray.

Golden spots moved slowly across the surface of the sphere.

More cables were connected to the protrusions on the back of the sphere, connecting it to the surrounding machinery.

But what was more eye-catching was the corpse of a robot servant hanging under the sphere, with the black cables behind the robot servant's head connected to the sphere.

"Finally someone is here..."

Suddenly, the dried corpse of the mechanical servant moved, arcs of electricity flashed on its body, and a smell of burnt flesh and blood was emitted.

It was obviously the Tuchucha Engine speaking with the help of the servitor.

"Demon, abomination!"

When Azriel saw the changes in the sphere and the robot servant, he became a little stressed on the spot.

"Don't worry, it's just a self-aware engine."

Ron calmed everyone down.

Although an engine or artificial intelligence with self-awareness is also heresy for the Empire.

But it is a different matter if this statement comes from the emperor of the empire, because he has the right to interpret loyalty.

Ron had read about the Tuchucha engine. It was able to cooperate with humans, but it was a bit troublesome.

Not very controllable.

He walked up to the withered servant and asked, "What are you?"

yah~
The robot servant raised his head, staring at the savior with his yellow and turbid eyes, without the slightest awe:

"I am Tuchucha, everything and everywhere. I was a servant of the Sea of ​​Death, a friend of the Mechanicus, and an ally of your Primarch, the Lion.

Everything desires me, wants me, and apparently you do too, human."

Ron curled his lips and said nothing.

He asked more questions: "Who created you?"

The robot servant raised his hands, with a hint of fanaticism:

“The Ancient Saints are beings that have existed since the birth of the Milky Way. They are so far away from humans that they are like gods.

They used us to tame the Warp, but that is both creation and destruction. I am the foundation and bridge of all that was, is, and will be."

Ron nodded with some satisfaction:
"That means you can still do the same thing now, such as opening a channel in the subspace and establishing a connection between the subspace and reality."

“It was taming, it was destructive creation.

If I could only obtain the other two elements, Caliban's festering core and the living plague heart, I would be restored to my former power.

The trinity is indispensable, the combination of the material and the immaterial, the past and the future of time, the three elements of the ritual are interrelated! "

"Can you travel through time?"

Ron pondered and asked a more important question.

The time in the subspace is inherently distorted. If the complete dissonant engine can actively guide time travel or transmit information.

That's simply a BUG-level ability!
For example, he could use the Discord Engine to transmit information to the past ten thousand years, telling the emperor who is about to sit on the golden toilet that the filial son Xiao Ma is coming to overturn the webway of his biological father.

As long as the Emperor's Webway could be maintained, the Imperium would have a different fate, and billions of human lives would have been saved.

Or maybe he could tell the Emperor in advance that his other filial son, Horus, would be coming to Holy Terra to celebrate his birthday, so that he could be prepared to respond.

If time travel is possible, he could even go back to the period of ancient Terra.

Then go to the ancient Roman city and act as a guide to find the Roman she-wolf emperor who is standing on the street, and tell him to stop wandering.

Your mission is to save mankind and become the master of mankind!
By the way, tell the Emperor a lot of news about the future. I believe that with his ability, he can avoid many risks and no longer sit on the golden toilet.

It can also bring glory to mankind.

"Perhaps it would be a good idea to just adopt the Emperor as your adopted son?"

Ron thought happily that he could win without any effort and become the MVP, which would be a wonderful thing.

The withered robot servant paused for a moment, and said in a cold and somewhat arrogant voice:

"I said that Tuchucha is an omnipotent being that can serve as a gateway to the past, as long as fate allows it to happen."

"So time travel is possible, but time travel is a little unlikely?"

Ron frowned and thought for a moment, then spoke slowly.

This almost burned out the CPU of the Tuchucha engine, and it took a while to recover:

"That's probably true. Some predetermined destinies are often irreversible, and even gods find it difficult to defy them."

"Okay, I see."

Ron sighed slightly, and his expectations for the Discord Engine dropped a lot.

I guess time travel is not feasible.

After all, even the Ancient Civilization, the creator of the Discord Engine, could not save itself from destruction. If they could travel through time, they would not have lost so badly.

Fortunately, the function of the Dissonance Engine as a subspace tunnel boring machine alone is quite amazing.

It will bring unimaginable benefits to the empire.

After all, this is a good thing that can be dug up in the Chaos Evil God's lair, and it can also be used to build a curtain barrier that is difficult for Chaos to invade!

It is not impossible to research time-related technologies in the future. That is something that can be achieved. Ships in the golden age of mankind can use a short period of time to go back and avoid destruction.

Let's leave these problems to the bald oil guys to solve.

Ron looked at this somewhat mystical, somewhat arrogant Tuchucha engine who regarded himself as omnipotent, and said nothing more:

"I need your ability now, surrender to me."

Such a self-aware being, if not completely subdued, would be a huge uncontrollable risk.

Especially when it concerns the major strategies for the future of the empire.

If this guy abandons his responsibilities or causes trouble halfway, it will bring irreparable losses to the empire.

This is also the reason why the Empire is so wary of artificial intelligence. After all, humans have learned bloody lessons before.

Upon hearing this, the withered mechanical servant slowly floated over.

He looked at the Savior with a hint of contempt:
“Human, you may overestimate yourself.

Tuchucha's only masters are the ancient saints, the gods who created the grandeur. Humans are like ants in front of them. What qualifications do they have to command their servants?

Even the male lion of your human race only begged me to cooperate with him.

How can you command me, to pray, to threaten, or to destroy?

But I don't think you have the courage to destroy an omnipotent creator, especially when you still have the human empire that needs it.

Right, humans?"

The Tuchucha engine had obviously analyzed some information and almost grasped the vital point of the savior and the empire.

If it encounters a madman who hates intelligent consciousness, perhaps it will be afraid to compromise.

Because those lunatics will destroy it at all costs without any consideration of value.

But the human being in front of it was obviously a rational being, and he really needed this engine of its own. It could feel the other's desire.

The withered servitor crossed his arms and looked down at the savior under the gaze of the legendary warriors:
“Human, you must apologize to me and beg for my forgiveness.

Then maybe I can give you some help."

"Abomination!"

Afka could not tolerate an intelligent abomination humiliating and blaspheming the Savior in this way, and drew his sword violently.

"Do not worry."

Ron raised his hand to signal Afka to calm down.

He was not angry at all, but issued an order:
"Xiao Ling, play with it!"

(End of this chapter)