Warhammer: Starting with Industrial Revolution

In the dimly lit warehouse, a man walked out shirtless.

He was a burly man, covered in well-defined muscles and crisscrossing scars, his face radiating ferocity and arrogance.

"You are Guldras?" Ronin stepped out from among the guards and asked the man in front of him in a low voice.

The other person looked at Luo Ning and immediately recognized his high rank, then answered with his head held high, "That's me. You're the supreme commander of this unit?"

Ronin nodded, but all he saw was an undisguised smile on Guldras's face.

Clearly, he believed he was destined to win this sacred duel.

Given Ronin's frail physique, unless the emperor on the golden throne personally bestows a blessing upon him, he would have absolutely no chance of defeating his opponent.

But at that moment, the smile on Luo Ning's face vanished instantly, and he coldly gave an order to the guards beside him:

"shot."

The dense barrage of bullets instantly ripped through the air. Before Guldras could even react, he was riddled with bullets and fell heavily to the ground.

Ronin looked at the corpse on the ground, his tone cold and devoid of any emotion: "The Emperor's servants never talk about some damned holy duel with heretics and scavengers who kill Imperial soldiers."

The remaining troops in the warehouse panicked when they saw their leader shot dead on the spot.

The assault team, which had been waiting in advance, rushed in and completely wiped out all the stubborn enemies in less than five minutes.

The battle is completely over.

Luo Ning ordered his soldiers to conduct a thorough search of the first layer of the ruins to prevent any escapees from being found, and to shoot them dead without reporting them.

Meanwhile, Viktor, escorted by the Papal Guards and his machine servants, slowly walked in. He carefully observed his surroundings, his excitement barely contained.

The lower-ranking priests had already gathered at the gate leading to the lower level and began to study how to overcome the gate's defense system.

Several priests were already kneeling there, reciting scriptures, while another priest focused on applying holy oil to the data interface. Once everything was ready, a server servant that looked extremely valuable slowly floated over and, with the priest's help, connected the data interface to the gate's interface.

With Victor in complete control, just a few minutes later, accompanied by crisp sounds coming from all directions, countless locks around the dilapidated colony's first-floor hall were unlocked almost simultaneously.

Ronin bowed slightly to Victor, who simply nodded in response.

During this period of time, they have already obtained various permissions for the ground area, and even successfully connected various defensive weapons.

The only regrettable thing is that almost all of the outer defensive weapons have failed, with only a few turrets and anti-aircraft matrices still barely functioning.

Luo Ning quickly contacted Chao Du and asked Garan to send someone to bring Father Moraes over.

Shortly afterward, Father Moraes arrived at the scene by transport plane. Looking at everything before him, he gripped the holy emblem in his hand tightly and murmured something as if he were praying.

But Ronin and Victor had already grown impatient, and as soon as the priest landed, they entered together through the open door leading to the underground area.

As you pass through the long corridor, the moment the heavy explosion-proof doors slide open to the sides, the first thing that rushes out is not the smell of cold metal, but a clean, almost unfamiliar wind carrying the fresh scent of damp grass and trees.

Everyone was stunned; even Victor's prosthetic eye blinked a beat slower.

Before them lay a huge square, which could easily hold several thousand people, conservatively estimated.

Above the plaza, an array of lights simulating the circadian rhythm of stars emits a soft, warm white light, illuminating the entire plaza in perfect detail.

In the center of the square, there are horticultural plants planted by humans during the Golden Age.

Ten thousand years have passed, and they have neither grown wildly nor withered; they still retain the orderly appearance designed by the colonists.

There was no fishy smell of humus in the air, only the faint fragrance of grass, trees and water, and the oxygen concentration was several times higher than in the core area of ​​the nest city.

The accompanying defense soldiers subconsciously loosened their grip on the laser guns, and some even took off their protective masks, panting heavily.

They had lived their entire lives in the mud, radiation, and dust of the city, never breathing such clean air, never seeing such vibrant, orderly, and ever-lasting greenery.

Luo Ning felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity, as if it were the earthy fragrance that lingered in the air after a spring rain when he lived in China.

Unexpectedly, when he smelled that scent again, it felt so familiar and so nostalgic.

He once thought that after traversing into this dark universe, he would never again smell air like this, where he didn't have to wear a gas mask or worry about radiation and toxins.

Victor ran his finger across the control terminal at the edge of the plaza, and the terminal lit up with a pale blue light, displaying the operational logs of the entire ecosystem:

Although the system is currently experiencing partial connection interruptions, the core processor is running smoothly and executing preset programs perfectly with zero failures.

He recited the Omnisaiah prayer quickly and urgently, the red light in his righteous eyes almost overflowing, and his voice trembled slightly as he spoke: "This is no ordinary garden; it is a miracle left behind by the god of all machines."

Father Moraes gripped the imperial emblem on his chest and whispered a prayer of blessing.

In his eyes, this was not a heretical creation of dark technology, but a miracle left behind by human civilization under the protection of emperors, still vibrant after thousands of years.

He had even planned to build a small chapel here, making this oasis a testament to the emperor's glory shining on the frontier.

At the end of the square is a residential area with nearly a hundred floors stacked together, with doors close together and an elevator connecting every few households.

On the left and right sides of the square are two other huge intersections, and it's unclear where they lead.

Behind the corridor they came out of, there was another exceptionally wide intersection. The two roads connected to a passage leading to the next floor.

"This is the level of technology at the peak of humankind. Even though it has been forgotten for ten thousand years, and even though the upper level is dilapidated, the lower level is still so well preserved."

Looking at all this, Luo Ning couldn't help but sigh.

Meanwhile, several servo skulls flew past him and began a full-scale scan of the area.

Meanwhile, Father Moraes also launched a full-scale detection of chaotic pollution.

Despite his fervent enthusiasm, Victor maintained a sliver of composure and prevented anyone from moving around recklessly.

After all, behind this seemingly prosperous place, there are often hidden powerful laser cannons, sensor mines, and even mechanical guards.

No one dared to make a move until Victor's priests were completely certain that it was safe to do so.

The servants and the apostles formed a human wall, blocking Viktor's path, ready to sacrifice their lives to shield their chief priest from any enemy attack.

Viktor gently raised his hand and slowly said:

"Lord Luo Ning, we can continue our journey now."