Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 716 Unconventional Research: What Does It Mean to Arouse the Lust of a Space Necromancer?!

"This is a difficult matter."

"I can't exactly create new souls for space necromancers, can I?"

Ron frowned, somewhat puzzled: "In that case, is the new soul considered a completely new life, or the original one?"
Besides, I don't know how either..."

As is well known, space necromancers have no soul.

The former fearers of death, under the leadership of the Silent King, submitted to the Star God, pursued immortality, and collectively underwent biological transformation.

This resulted in their souls being devoured by the Star God, leaving only their consciousness stuffed into their living metal bodies.

In other words, space necromancers are essentially mechanical shells driven by consciousness programs; no one knows whether they are dead or alive.

It was even more tragic than the brain in a vat.

The only possible benefit is that the space necromancers have become subspace insulators and no longer have projections.

They were essentially wiped out of the warp, and the Chaos Gods couldn't do anything to these living metals.

"So, do space undead have emotions or not?"

Ron pondered the related questions, his head buzzing.

The space necromancers have lost their souls, and naturally, they also lack the emotions of living beings, such as joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, desire, and so on.

But in fact, they still think about restoring their souls and reviving their dynasties, and they are also angry and wage war against their enemies, which are clearly characteristics of life.

Moreover, there are also space necromancers like the Skinners, who have an intense craving for flesh and blood.

This is logically difficult to explain.

If the space undead really lost all emotions and desires, they should just lie down and not fight.

Perhaps, the space necromancers are like top-tier artificial intelligence possessing the memories of those who fear the dead, simulating different reactions based on past memories and related programs.

Those space necromancers that went mad, such as the Kalozaza dynasty, had their internal programs malfunction.

This led them to misunderstand the situation and even categorize themselves as belonging to the human camp.

"No matter how you look at it, high-level space undead have the ability to communicate normally and are highly intelligent, more so than most humans."

Even if they have a misconception, they will gradually correct it through logic after realizing something is wrong; they are not so easily fooled.

Ron knew all too well that the problem of the souls of the Kalozaza dynasty's space necromancers was a major headache.

If not handled properly, a rebellion may break out later.

Of course, he could also take advantage of the fact that the Living Metal Governor and King Zabok were still loyal to lure them into a pre-designed trap and kill them as soon as possible.

Anyway, getting their warships and technology wouldn't be a bad deal.

But that would result in huge losses.

Ron would never want to do this unless it was absolutely necessary.

The meat is already in the pot, how could I bear to throw it away? According to the previous plan, this Dharma King will be an important figure in my fight against the Silent King.

But he had already promised the Kalozasa dynasty that he could cure their strange illness, and that the problem of the soul would inevitably need to be solved.

We must at least give Zabok and other high-ranking beings a glimmer of hope, lest they harbor other intentions.

Ron pondered for a while, but didn't have many clues.

He possesses numerous subspace powers, many of which involve the soul, but these require corresponding knowledge and understanding to use.

Moreover, they have different focuses.

Even the Blood God Khorne couldn't do the work of the merciful father Nurgle, much less simply bring forth a flower like the goddess of life.

Perhaps the Lord of All Changes can simulate the powers of other different deities through relevant knowledge and indirect means.

But it's just a simulation, and its capabilities are limited.

Fortunately, his hope, the sun, is a jack-of-all-trades and relatively gentle, capable of doing things that other chaotic gods cannot.

What I need to do now is to fully understand the Necromancer in space and find a way to solve the problem.

"Leave professional matters to the professionals."

Ron made a decision to first consult with the machine oil guy, the Goddess of Life, and his beloved daughter, the Mechanical Goddess, at the Alien Research Institute to learn about the relevant knowledge.

Let's see if we can find a solution to the problem.

It's a pity that I've been completely blacklisted by the Lord of Change; otherwise, I might have been able to get more answers by going to the Secret Library again.

However, given the current situation, even if the Lord of Changes invited him, Ron wouldn't dare to go.

His identity has changed; he has officially stepped onto the stage of the Great Game, posing a threat to the Chaos Gods no less than that of the Emperor himself.

Simply put, they are in direct competition with the Chaos Gods and are using various counterfeit beliefs to steal their market share.

They must be constantly plotting how to block the Emperor's reinforcements and then focus their attacks on themselves.

Perhaps as soon as I enter the Crystal Maze, I'll be blocked at the door by those four scoundrels from the subspace, and then they'll beat me up with whips, pepper spray, and the tiger bench.

"Even without the so-called secret library, the knowledge acquired by my research institutes isn't too far off..."

Ron didn't feel much regret. The knowledge in the secret library of the Lord of Change was nothing more than knowledge that the Fearful Demons had collected from the galaxy and the warp.

That's considered collecting, not researching.

What my research institute does is to continuously absorb and create more new knowledge and systems.

From this perspective, the Lord of All Changes probably didn't have the knowledge to solve the problem of the souls of the undead in space; otherwise, He would have already given them some souls to amuse them.

"Perhaps the Peeler virus is just one of the attempts of the master of all changes."

As Ron pondered this, he sent a message to the sages at the Alien Research Institute, asking them to compile a relevant knowledge system.

After that, he got up from his seat and walked to the office terrace.

As soon as Ron crossed the shielding field and reached the terrace, he heard a deafening roar and dust billowed in the distance.

Many engineering titans are working together with related machinery to excavate the precious black stone, a vital resource for humanity that holds the hope for the future.

Soon, humanity will be able to create facilities for the warp, and even more powerful Blackrock weapons.

It can also be used to further expand network routes.

Now that the war on the Vigilant Star is drawing to a close and the alien incursions throughout the Empire's territory have subsided, the Ministry of Military Affairs is organizing a new expeditionary fleet to reclaim lost territories in different star systems.

With unprecedented unity, the empire now possessing extensive air routes and robust logistical support, the recapture of lost territory should proceed with unstoppable momentum.

The only concern might be that traitors like Erebas and Horus might try to cause trouble, but the situation is infinitely better than when the Great Rift began.

It's not a big problem; just focus on promoting development.

“It’s a truly vibrant and thriving place,” Ron remarked, his hands behind his back.

The empire is beginning to be great again, and prosperity is just around the corner.

……

A few days later.

Warning star.

The outer perimeter of the Royal Palace in Port Saint.

slap~
Several blue-skinned figures knelt on the ground, whips lashing their faces and leaving deep marks.

Those were several Tau commanders, being whipped and disciplined by the Ether Guard.

"How dare you disrespect the great savior? Do you intend to go against the highest principles of goodness?"

The Aether Guard cracked their knuckles, their tone stern, as if these high-ranking Tau commanders from the Vigilant Star region had committed some unforgivable crime. These Tau Fire Clan commanders had failed to bow promptly upon seeing the icon of the Savior and had been reprimanded by the Aether.

"Your Excellency, we dare not disobey the highest principles of goodness, we are simply a little unaccustomed to it for the time being..."

The Fire Clan commander dared not utter a single complaint even as he was whipped, for the one who was punishing him was an incomparably noble high-ranking ether.

Even if that high-level aetherite killed him on the spot, it wouldn't be a big deal, let alone punishment.

The surname system of the Tai people has long been deeply ingrained in their very being.

The high-ranking ether did not speak, but merely nodded slightly to indicate that I had heard.

This is a common way for Ether to communicate with other clans, often leaving no room for further discussion; lower-ranking clans simply need to obey.

They represent the highest good, and once they make a decision, no further explanation is needed.

Even though the Fire Clan commanders had completely submitted, the Ether Guard did not stop, because the noble high-ranking Ether was not yet satisfied.

In fact, that high-ranking ether treated the clans much better than the ethers of the old era.

However, the actions of these Fire Clan members offended the Savior, making them truly unforgivable.

"These members of the Huo clan should learn a lesson so they know how to follow the path of supreme goodness..."

The high-ranking ethereal figure maintained his elegant demeanor, not even glancing at the commanders being whipped, displaying such arrogance.

However, the next second, the noble ethereal figure's expression changed, from elegant arrogance to reverence, and even a hint of flattery.

"My God, it's His Majesty the Savior's carriage!"

Upon seeing the luxurious dark gold hovercar, the high-level ether quickly straightened its clothes and eagerly ran over to greet the being.

As for the other Tau people, they knelt on the ground, not even qualified to greet them.

"what happened?"

Ron glanced at the Fire Clan commanders from the car and asked.

"Your Majesty, the commanders of the Huo clan have violated the highest principles of morality, and I am punishing them."

The High Ether bent down as far as possible, making his head lower than the Savior sitting in the hovercar: "Do you have any new instructions?"

Upon hearing this, Ron understood somewhat, realizing that this high-ranking aether was teaching the Tau people of other regions to follow a new path of supreme goodness.

After conquering the Tau Empire two hundred years ago, he completely dismantled their original ruling structure, and the Tau Empire ceased to exist.

Only the Tau remained, as a vassal race of the human empire.

More importantly, Ron sent all the Etheric Children to the Loyal Heir Academy to receive education in loyalty to the Savior.

After graduating successfully, those Aether children had mastered all aspects of the Tau race, and the seeds they had sown earlier bore abundant fruit.

Having received the teachings of loyalty to the Savior, the Ethers promoted a new path of supreme goodness among the Tau.

The Supreme Good Path is the core of the Tai tribe's religious and social organization, referring to the common pursuit of "the best of good" by all intelligent life forms.

In other words, it advocates kindness, promotes the unity and expansion of intelligent life forms, and makes unremitting efforts toward this goal.

The new version of the Supreme Good Way does not subvert this principle, but rather adds some content.

The savior is "the best of the best," and only He can unite all intelligent life. The Tau and other intelligent life living happily under His rule is the highest good.

This idea was easily put into practice.

On the one hand, the Tau race has been completely controlled by the Savior; on the other hand, it is also a partial fact that the Savior has indeed united intelligent life forms.

They also have a good attitude towards the Titans and other subordinate races.

Compared to before, the titanium group now enjoys a more stable living environment, and the mortality rate has been greatly reduced.

Of course, the most important reason is that the Empire no longer beats them up, and they can still get some benefits from the Empire and take on the responsibility of continuously absorbing other small alien races.

“I.Visa, you are a graduate of the fourth class of the Loyal Succession Academy, right? I remember you.”

Ron vaguely recalled the name of the high-ranking ethereal being before him.

During our graduation ceremony, this guy stood the straightest, which left an impression on me; otherwise, I wouldn't remember him at all.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I personally received the Academy's badge of honor from you!"

The high-ranking ethereal figure could barely contain his smile, and bowed once more, his eyes reddening.

"Perform the mission well."

However, we shouldn't be too harsh on our fellow countrymen; we should be mindful of the appropriate level of tolerance.

Ron said.

The surname system of the Tai tribe is not easy to change, nor does he have the energy to change it. It is enough to keep it within a reasonable range so as not to affect the unity and friendship of the new empire.

This also makes it easier for the Tau to manage other smaller Xenomorph vassal races.

"Yes, I will reflect deeply on this!" The high-level ether bowed respectfully again, then saw the savior's carriage off, watching it until it disappeared on the horizon.

Only then did he finally allow the kneeling Ether Guards and Fire Clan commanders to rise, ending the punishment.

On the dark gold hovercar, Ron didn't pay much attention to the Tau people's affairs and closed his eyes to ponder.

He wanted to find the great sages who studied aliens, learn about the results of their research on space necromancy, and ideally organize a special research project team.

In order to study the ancient technology of Phanes, several great sages of the Mechanicus came here.

When the savior's chariot entered this temporary base of the Mechanicus, the great sages were still engrossed in their academic research.

"A mechanical goddess!"

Such technical means are completely beyond my experience…

The mechanical sage Saru gazed at the recording of the Eternal Sphere attack he had previously made and murmured to himself.

He longed to study all of this, especially the ancient, alien creations.

The Cult of Mechanics possesses forbidden technology capable of destroying a star.

But collecting and maintaining the temperature of extremely hot stellar debris to launch it as a weapon and cause devastating damage is a technology of another level altogether.

It involves the application of higher-dimensional space technologies.

"This is a new research direction, enough for me to publish several papers and receive honorary badges, and I can even be awarded the title of Honorary Great Sage based on my research achievements!"

Data constantly flows through the electronic eyes of this great sage spider, which continuously analyzes the relevant data parameters.

He wants to organize the data, compile it into a research paper, and post it on the mechanical forum.

Let's reserve our spots first, so it'll be easier to apply for funding later.

The most successful people within the Faculty of Mechanics these days are those guys working on subspace suppression equipment; they basically get whatever funding they need.

After that, the great sages of biology who created cloned bodies for the savior would also have ample funding.

Saru, a great sage who has not yet achieved any significant results in his research on alien weapons, can be considered part of the third tier.

Within the Cult of Mechanics, he was considered a rather old-fashioned researcher, quite conventional, and not particularly wealthy, with a large group of technical priests under his command waiting for resources to conduct research.

Research funding is still a bit tight.

Fortunately, with the new project, the funding problem is no longer a concern.

Saru was very happy.

At least I don't have to do the kind of messy research that the Alien Research Institute does, like exploring same-sex mating among the Eldar, why Greenskins like big butts, the possibility of brewing fuel drinks from Tyranid flesh and blood, or how to arouse the sexual desires of Necromancers in space.

Those great sages have no shame whatsoever in their attempt to swindle some funding from the research department!
(End of this chapter)