Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 47 Visit
Riding on his own private spaceship, accompanied by Lady Euden and the Ever-Victorious Army, Guilliman quickly rushed from Macragge to nearby Mustafar.

"Those are... mining ships?"

The Primarch had excellent eyesight. He squinted his eyes slightly, and the light coming in through the porthole illuminated the cabin. Small spaceships were shuttling through the asteroid belt in an orderly manner like marching ants.

Compared to the warships that the Primarch rode on, they were even much smaller than transport ships.

There are so many of them that almost every larger meteorite and celestial body in the asteroid belt has a corresponding number of mining ships.

Their front ends release a faint white ray, which can shatter the hard rock layers on the outside of the star, and even the metal shells, in a very short time.

Once the external obstacles were cleared, the small ships plunged into the asteroids, and Guilliman speculated that it was gnawing on the material of the asteroids and bringing it back to the Forge World.

As a Primarch, Guilliman couldn't help but imagine what it would be like for a space battleship to be surrounded by these tiny mining ships.

It's like a giant whale being hunted by ferocious sharks. The disintegration rays they release can easily tear apart the armor and hull of the warship, and they can even penetrate the defense of the void shield when sailing at a low speed.

"What are they called? Model? Features? Who makes them?"

Auguston obviously realized the value of this wolf pack tactic, but he looked at the models of those spaceships in confusion. There was no sign to prove their origin except a string of numbers.

This was very unusual. As the field commander of Macragge, Auguston was the supreme military commander in the absence of the Primarch and Gage. He should be aware of the status of all military and civilian air and space vehicles so as not to miss opportunities in the war.

"Is this related to the changes on Mustafa?" Although Ms. Yuton was not proficient in military affairs, she was keenly aware of the differences between these spaceships.

This didn't look like the work of the Mechanicus, whose ships had distinct religious styles, huge Gothic buildings and traces of human skulls, but these ships had none of that.

They are designed specifically for mining and have no redundant components.

Simple, efficient and direct.

"Yes, I left a key chess piece there to break through the current predicament of the Five Hundred Worlds."

Before the spacecraft reached Mustafar's low-Earth orbit, the communication waves had already connected with the Primarch's vehicle.

"Welcome, everyone."

Luo Xi's image appeared in the holographic projection, and he waved his hand, seemingly shutting down the newly established low-Earth orbit defense system.

Although Mustafar does not have a ring-shaped orbit, it still has a lot of aircraft. They are all of the same refined and simple style, and their unfamiliar appearance makes it difficult to tell what they are used for.

Just out of his war intuition, Guilliman was certain that they were definitely not good people, and their deterrent ability was even greater than he had imagined.

After breaking through the atmosphere, everything became clear, with blue sky and white clouds, as if returning to the beautiful Macragge. Only the name of the planet was still flashing on the screen of the spacecraft.

The planet has become extremely flat, and the tall mountains and huge deep pits left by former mining have disappeared.

The endless flat land is covered with metal, countless power stations are flashing lights, and densely packed cable lines and energy pipelines are like blood vessels transporting nutrients to various places.

The tall technology center is particularly eye-catching. The cutting-edge antenna seems to radiate some kind of electric arc, reacting with the charged particles in the atmosphere to emit beautiful light beams.

Is this Mustafar? The desolate world of death?
Just a few weeks have passed, can a dead world be brought back to life?

Guilliman immediately felt that Hill's request for him to come and see it in person was reasonable. There were too many things that could not be described in a written report.

Guilliman had been to Mars, the extremely prosperous, developed but sickly red planet.

It is dotted with intricate man-made structures, many of which are relics from before the Age of Strife.

Countless ships traveled back and forth, taking away products and bringing in raw materials, but there was no more vibrant life there than here. The ship landed at a reserved ground port, and when Guilliman and his entourage landed, Roshi was already on the ground to greet them.

He was too lazy to go through this clichéd ritual process, but considering that the war base still needed to obtain huge amounts of resources from the Five Hundred Worlds, he decided to make the trip himself.

You can never lose out by having a good relationship with Guilliman.

"How about this? Give me a dilapidated death world, and give you a technological city that will surpass Mars in the future. Welcome to Mustafar."

Roche shook hands with Guilliman, and although his palm could only hold one finger of the Primarch, it was also a necessary etiquette.

"Who is this?"

He noticed that beside the Primarch, there was a woman with a special temperament. Just as Guilliman was about to introduce her, he was interrupted by the Lord of the Palace.

"Tarasha Udon, nice to meet you," she replied with impeccable grace.

Ms. Youton did not put on her own identity, but met with Luo Xi very cordially.

Her keen political intuition told her the importance of the person in front of her. This very young-looking man was very special.

He has an aura of calmness and composure, and this kind of temperament can only be seen in people who are strong in some aspect.

May have the potential to become an ally of Guilliman.

Those walking creatures all reveal technology that is different from this era, and the gap is as obvious as that between the Industrial Age and the Bronze Age.

There is no doubt that everything on this planet is providing strong support for the Five Hundred Worlds.

Whether from the perspective of the Lord of Ultramar Palace Affairs or the Primarch's adoptive mother, Ms. Euden believes that it is very necessary to win over this extraordinary man.

"Guilliman's adoptive mother? That's really a rare existence." Roxi thought in his heart.

According to the intelligence he had read, among the Primarchs who had returned to the Empire, only a few had adoptive fathers, and Guilliman was probably the only Primarch with a mother.

Having lived for too many years, Roche deeply doubted the mental and psychological states of these primarchs.

Experience tells him that no matter how extraordinary a being is, as long as he is still a human being and possesses human nature, he will definitely be influenced by his parents.

And without parents, who knows what the original body will look like.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am." Luo Xi shook hands friendly.

"I asked Hill to notify you to come here because I have something to discuss with you." He went straight to the point as Roche, Guilliman and others walked along the wide passage towards the core area of ​​the base.

"Is there any problem?" Guilliman was wearing his finely crafted power armor. At the request of Lady Euton, he had to wear the armor at all times to avoid unexpected situations.

"Regarding those weapons and war vehicles, there are many powerful weapons in my database, but after my consideration, I do not intend to give them to you."

According to Guilliman's instructions, Roche will reproduce some of the lost technologies recorded in the STC templates, with the focus on producing powerful weapons capable of defending five hundred worlds.

But Luo Xi was in a dilemma in this regard. What exactly is considered powerful?
Is it the forbidden warhead sealed in the database that can create an artificial singularity and suck everything within the range into a vacuum? Or is it a super-energy wave destruction device that uses psychic energy and can use Alpha-level psychics as batteries?

Those weapons are too dangerous, and most of them are linked to artificial intelligence, and are not suitable for use by today's empire.

A simple accident could cause those weapons to send the Empire's troops into the sky first, which would undoubtedly go against the original purpose.

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(End of this chapter)