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Chapter 102 The Golden Lamp and the Magic Cauldron: Even Seraphim Must Obey and Warm the Bed! (Please Subscribe)

"Wait a minute, Brother Niu!"
“I remember Sun Wukong was also a Hunyuan Taiyi Immortal, and his Ruyi Jingu Bang only weighed 13,500 jin.”

Roger frowned, seemingly unconvinced by Niu Jun's words.

Niu Jun glanced at him and said quietly, "You said it yourself, his weapon is called the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the Golden Cudgel). If you can't even control its weight, can it still be called Ruyi?"

He could understand Roger's feelings.

After all, everyone hopes that the world they travel to is a high-level universe, where their power level can crush other universes.

It's not about being competitive or anything like that.

But no matter how good something is, nothing beats the comfort of one's own humble home.

Even their own evil gods are more powerful, evil, and ferocious than those of other worlds.

pity.

Niu Jun is an honest person and not good at lying or deceiving others.

So he added insult to injury, "Besides, you don't think that a pound in the Journey to the West world is the same as a pound in an ordinary small world, do you?"

Most of the world's units of measurement are relative concepts rather than unified standards.

For example, the weight of one pound in the hydrogen world is relative to the hydrogen people, and the unit of measurement is determined by the hydrogen people.

The weight of one pound in the neutron star world is relative to the neutron star people; it is a neutron star standard.

It's the same concept as one jin (500 grams).

Can it be the same?

"Finally, as a fellow townsman, I have a piece of advice for you!"

"Pure strength is not the same as power."

"Especially for cultivators, their physical strength may be described by numbers, but their overall strength cannot be summarized by numbers."

"Just like a space-destroying cannon in the science fiction world can destroy the continental shelf of a planet, but it cannot break through space."

"And some martial arts grandmasters in the world of martial arts, such as Wu Mingkong, who joined the group with you, are from the world of Twin Dragons in the Tang Dynasty. The grandmasters in their world have weapons that weigh no more than ten pounds. They can't even destroy mountains and rivers, but they can shatter the void."

"Can you say their power is stronger than a planet-destroying cannon?"

"Leaving aside the laws governing the two universes, you're talking to me about power data on paper. What's the difference between that and ignoring the facts and asking me if I asked the wrong question?"

Niu Jun said in a deep voice.

You're ignoring the facts and talking to me about concepts?

Isn't this a joke?
With a single thought, the Emperor of Heaven shook the universe and fought across the eight wastelands, even obliterating the Great Dao.

Why don't you send him to the God Realm of the Stellar Transformation Universe and see what happens?

Say no more.

Each of you get a pickaxe and you're all going to mine.

Go work in the mines for a billion years first, and when you can buy a house in the city, then come and talk to me about your past in the lower realms.

Roger remained silent, unsure of what to say.

Niu Jun shook his head and offered his advice: "Although I can help you deal with the four Chaos Gods and the Orc Gods right now, I can even take care of Greenskin, Ribs, Insects, Titanium Lord and so on."

"But I don't think this is what you want."

"Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown!"

"If you want to establish a new human empire and rule a vast empire spanning the galaxy, you also need to improve your political skills and personal strength."

"It wouldn't be a good thing for you to become the supreme ruler of the human empire right now."

"So here's my advice: don't think about the Chaos Gods or anything like that for now. First, sort out your Augusta planet properly, and then you can talk about other things later."

"Just a friendly reminder, your house has been burgled."

Niu Jun asked himself if he was an evil god.

So, although he agreed to the Rogue's deal, promising to help him establish a new human empire in the Warhammer universe and make him the supreme ruler of the new human empire.

But there's a premise to this.

That is, Rogge possesses the ability and means to govern a vast empire.

No matter how ruthless and heartless Niu Jun is, he would never give away a human empire with hundreds of trillions of people as a toy to someone incapable of squandering and playing with.

I really have to do this.

What difference is there between him and the four chaotic gods of this universe?
This is the bottom line issue.

Of course, he wasn't afraid that he wouldn't be able to complete his deal with Rogge.

After all, ability is not something that can be improved solely by talent; it also depends more on hard work and cultivation.

What if Rogge can't meet his requirements?

That's okay.

A dream spell descended.

Let Roger reincarnate in his dreams and practice hundreds or thousands of times.

It will definitely give Rogge a wealth of life experience and governing experience.

Just like Sun Wukong in the Journey to the West world.

He is still in the cycle of dreams, reminiscing about the ancient times, and striving to learn the experience of being both human and demon.

However, this is a last resort.

After all, Mr. Niu values ​​integrity in business, and he would never harm his trading partners unless absolutely necessary.

"Is there a burglar?"

Upon hearing this, Rogge almost instinctively blurted out: "Gene thief?"

Genestealers are a unit of the Terran Zerg, possessing high intelligence, rapid reaction speed, and claws capable of slicing through the heaviest armor in seconds.

They reproduce by hybridizing with other species and infect local populations by parasitizing biodiverse environments.

As the infection spreads, infected individuals and their ever-growing hybrid offspring will coalesce into a loyal family surrounding the gene-stealer, thus forming a gene-stealer cult to attract the Zerg hive fleet.

Once the time is right, the gene stealers will work in concert with the Hive Fleet, causing many worlds to fall under their siege, beset by internal and external troubles.

Interestingly, before the arrival of the Zerg fleet, neither the infected civilians nor even the Zerg themselves knew what their mission was.

They would consider themselves normal human beings, work hard to generate tax revenue for the human empire, and even fight for humanity when it is attacked by Chaos forces or green-skinned orcs.

As the saying goes: Aliens guard the nation's gates, while cunning villains die for the country!
Everyone is working hard to prevent the collapse of this decaying behemoth that is the human empire.

Just like the saying that has always circulated in the Warhammer universe.

When the lower nesting zone of a human planetary capital begins to become peaceful, stable, and orderly.

Then there's no doubt about it.

There must be some kind of thief in your house.

"It's not just the cunning ones, but also the noble lords under your command. They are unwilling to join Chaos with you. Many nobles have already made contact with the rebel organizations in the Lower Nest District and are preparing to rebel."

Niu Jun shook his head, expressing doubt about the abilities of his fellow villager.

As the saying goes, if a ruler is not discreet, he will lose his ministers; if a minister is not discreet, he will lose his life; if matters are not kept secret, one will suffer harm!

For the sake of the people of Augusta, Governor Rogge is preparing to rebel against the Empire, refusing to pay elevenths of the tax, and has even prepared to defect to Chaos.

However, he overlooked human nature and human nature.

He thought he was doing this for the sake of the humans of Augusta.

Little did they know that, in the eyes of the other nobles on Augusta, and even most of the people, Rogge was trying to drag them down to hell with him.

Especially the nobles of Augusta.

They didn't care whether Rogge could pay the Empire's eleventh tax on time, nor did they care what Augusta would look like once the taxes were paid in full.

After all, if Rogge couldn't pay the Empire's eleventh tax on time, it was Rogge who died, and it wouldn't affect them.

Rogge paid the tithe, but it was the common people who died. Even if many of them died, it wouldn't affect their luxurious lives and enjoyment. But did Rogge intend to rebel and defect to Chaos?
This won't work.

Because if Rogge does that, it will inevitably affect them.

So when news of Rogge's intention to rebel against the Empire leaked, the nobles of the Upper Nest District in the Nest City were completely uneasy.

They began to secretly unite, and even collude with the rebels in the Lower Nest, preparing to expose Rogue's conspiracy and stop his rebellion and the Chaos Priests once the Imperial tax ships arrived.

This brings us to the situation of hive cities on human planets in the Warhammer universe.

In order to prepare for the possibility of war at any time, humans have built nest cities on the planets they control.

A so-called hive city is a huge metal building complex covering a continent. A hive city is equivalent to a human world, often inhabited by billions or even tens of billions of residents.

Nests are generally divided into four layers: the bottom nest area, the lower nest area, the upper nest area, and the top of the tower!

The bottom hive district is located at the very bottom of the hive city. It is filled with pollution, radiation, garbage mountains, and rampant mutations, and is not suitable for human habitation. It is generally the dwelling place of the poor and destitute, equivalent to a slum in the interstellar era.

No one wants to live in the bottom nest area of ​​the nest city.

Because the bottom nest region is far from the planet's ruling power, it has no rules and is the darkest place on the planet.

The Lower Nest District is located above the Lower Nest and is an industrial area. Various industrial sectors and factories are located in this area, which is usually home to billions of working-class people, who also make up the majority of the Nest City's population.

The workers in the lower nest area work day and night to provide food, electricity, and living supplies for the nest capital. They also have to undertake military service and labor service in order to earn a meager income and barely make ends meet.

Upper Nest District was the residence of nobles and officials.

They are the true upper class, enjoying the best benefits of a planet's human regime and the various resources provided by the lower nests. They can indulge in extravagance and debauchery, living a life of extreme luxury.

This is also why the nobles were unwilling to rebel with Rogue and join Chaos.

Finally, there is the spire.

The spire belongs to the planetary governor's territory and is the true royal court district.

Compared to the environment of the lower nest and the lower nest area, the top of the tower where the royal court is located is nothing short of paradise, an area that residents of the lower nest area can hardly set foot in their entire lives.

The planetary governor possesses all the planet's resources and rights.

He can obtain anything that the humans of Augusta can do, if he so desires.

Therefore, the nobles of Augusta could not understand why Rog would rebel against the Empire.

If possible.

They really wanted to grab Rogge by the collar and ask him: Why is Your Majesty rebelling?

"Aristocrats?"

Upon hearing Niu Jun's words, Roger's face showed a bitter expression.

He never expected that his plan would be leaked so soon after it was implemented, and that the nobles of the Upper Nest District would find out about it.

And listen to what Niu Jun means.

Gene thieves have indeed appeared on Augusta.

Either of these pieces of news was as bad as it could possibly be for Roger.

Fortunately.

Rogue has been in this Warhammer universe for over ten years and still has many trump cards up his sleeve. Coupled with his authority as the planetary governor and the Royal Guard under his command, he is not particularly afraid of noble rebellions.

The only thing he was somewhat wary of was the gene stealer.

Because the population of the Lower Nest District was too large, he had no idea how many people had been infected by the Genestealers, whether a Genestealer cult had been formed, or whether the planet Augusta had been targeted by the Tyranids.

Think of this.

Roger looked at Niu Jun expectantly and asked, "Brother Niu, do you have a way to deal with the gene-stealer infection?"

Normally, the governors of planets under the human empire adopt a "better to kill a hundred innocent people than let one guilty person go free" approach to gene stealers and infected people under their jurisdiction, and directly punish them by association.

Roger did have some conscience after all.

My values ​​and beliefs from my previous life had not yet been corrupted by this cesspool of a world.

Therefore, he did not want to be like other planetary governors who, upon learning of the existence of gene stealers, directly wiped out an entire region of humans, causing too much bloodshed.

Although the Empire's genetic testing and other methods can detect cunning, it's impossible to completely prevent cunning infiltration.

Because there are so many underground passages and pipes in the lower nesting area, they are as cunning as aliens. They can crawl into any pipe they can find, and once they encounter humans, they can infect them by implanting a small section of genetically controlled biological tissue.

Do you suggest how to prevent and detect it?

We can't just do nucleic acid testing every day at a fixed time and place like we did in the past, can we?

I really have to do this.

It's estimated that the entire finances of the planet Augusta could be ruined.

Even if you get tested three times a day.

Once testing personnel are infected by cunning individuals, or monitoring data is tampered with, it is equally difficult to prevent such infiltration and infection.

This is also why the human empire has such a headache dealing with cunning thieves.

"Be confident!"

"You can simply remove the last word!"

Niu Jun glanced at Rogge speechlessly and said indifferently, "The main reason why gene stealers can infect ordinary humans is that their gene level is much higher than that of ordinary people, and they also have a certain degree of contamination."

"Although I don't know much about gene technology, unlike Cthulhu Qin Shi Huang, I don't have the ability to build a super gene empire."

"But cracking the gene-infection methods of gene thieves is still very easy."

Say something.

Sending Niu Jun to deal with the gene stealers is beyond using a sledgehammer to crack a nut or a cannon to kill a mosquito; it's an absolute dimensional reduction attack.

If he wanted to, he could easily alter the fundamental rules of the Warhammer universe to a certain extent.

Adding a rule to the underlying legal framework of the Warhammer universe, 'Biological genes are sacred and must not be infected or mutated,' fundamentally eliminates the occurrence of genetic infection.

Or perhaps, like the Black Goat of the Forest, one of the three pillars of the Cthulhu universe, it could directly lock down the genes of all life in the entire galaxy, even the genes of the Great Old Ones.

I really have to do this.

Not to mention the Terran Zerg's gene stealers.

Even the four peddlers probably couldn't cause meme pollution to the living beings in the present universe.

Of course, if biological genes were truly locked down, the potential of life in this universe would be completely exhausted, and their future and upper limit would be fixed from birth and could no longer be changed.

Niu Jun is not some kind of evil god.

Of course I wouldn't do that.

But he didn't want to lower himself to deal with a group of insects.

So he thought for a moment and said, "How about this, I will forge a magic weapon for you later, as the greatest support for you to overthrow the corrupt human empire and establish a new empire. You can use this magic weapon to solve the problem of the cunning fellow."

But Niu Jun thought of the Juntian Prayer Lamp that he had refined in the mysterious resurrected universe.

I'm going to forge a golden lamp of prayer, shaped like a warhammer, for Rogue.

He came to the Warhammer universe to break through, not to be Rogue's babysitter. He can't spend all his time watching over Rogue, giving him advice and solving his problems.

Even if it's a technological issue.

Let's leave it at that, even if it's a matter of being cunning.

Or it could be an invasion by alien races, or an attack of chaos.

There is nothing that a single golden lamp of prayer from the heavens cannot solve.

If there really is one.

In addition, there is a magic refining cauldron.

These two treasures are combined.

If Seraphim were to come, they would all obediently warm the bed of their little fellow villager.

(End of this chapter)