Chapter 426: In the Daily Life of the Warhammer World

Wu Pifu looked with satisfaction at the civilians entering the underground facilities of the defensive fortifications in teams. There were oxygen and life-support systems inside these defensive fortifications, so they could wait safely inside.

The entire defensive fortification occupied a huge area, about fifty meters above the ground, with a large number of crossfire fields of view and long-range support heavy weapon fire lines. At the same time, heavy artillery and even macro-cannons dismantled from the cruiser had been installed properly.

At the core position of the defensive fortification was the void shield dismantled from the warship, as well as the reactor that served as the energy source for this defensive fortification. As long as this place was not destroyed, this position would not need to fear various bombardments from outer space. All enemies could only attack and capture this place from the ground.

"... But this is very unscientific."

Wu Pifu could only sigh that all these arrangements were very unscientific after knowing them.

But this was very magical, and also very Warhammer...

In short, in less than ten days, such a high-tech modern defensive fortification was manufactured, and all the personnel of the entire warship were transferred to this ground fortification. The entire cruiser was also being dismantled rapidly, and its materials were used to continue expanding and reinforcing this defensive fortification.

This splashing speed and this technological strength made Wu Pifu have a slightly better impression of the world's terrible impression. After all, it was the human interstellar era tens of thousands of years after the 21st century. Perhaps... maybe there were still merits?

On the other side, Tech-Priest Amida kept pestering Kethia, just to take a look at that divine object... STC!

STC, full name Standard Template Construct system, was a black-box technological creation and a relic of human Golden Age in this world.

In the human Golden Age, human footprints covered the galaxy, and they were building colonies on countless planets. At that time, humans were high-spirited, rational, and full of wisdom, and technology was extremely developed, so they manufactured many portable manufacturing tools.

As long as there were enough materials, and it didn't even need to be ready-forged materials, including minerals, this kind of tool could quickly manufacture finished products. It was similar to a joke Wu Pifu knew, for example, pushing a pig into a mechanical assembly line, and then sausages would come out at the other end. STC was such a thing, a portable manufacturing factory that mixed intelligent systems, central databases, manufacturing templates, nano-units, etc.

But that was the situation in the human Golden Age.

In the current Human Empire, STC had been completely deified and was considered by the Mechanicus to be a fragment of the Omnissiah, or an absolute "secret." In short, STC had become a kind of relic that was either extremely deified or a forbidden object with extremely high information authority that had to be killed if known by the outside world.

At the same time, the complete version of STC from the Golden Age was gone. In the current Human Empire, STC had become fragmented. Each STC could only manufacture a single thing, such as an STC for manufacturing cola, an STC for manufacturing clothes and pants. And humans no longer had the ability to manufacture new STCs. All STCs came from archaeological excavations of Golden Age ruins and planets. Each piece of STC was so precious that the promotion of rank in the Mechanicus was often associated with the excavation and acquisition of an STC.

Kethia, as an elite Inquisitor, had the background of a Grand Inquisitor as a teacher, so she had many trump cards. The Warhound-class Titan that was trapped in the Heaven World earlier was one of her trump cards. At the same time, she also collected an STC for a small residential area construction module on a non-habitable planet...

Correct, this super-large defensive fortification, which Wu Pifu thought had full high-tech content, full defensive power, and internal life-support systems and oxygen circulation systems, belonged to the "small residential area" unit in the eyes of humans in the Golden Age.

Tech-Priest Amida was also a member of the Mechanicus, and he was filled with an irrational and extreme fanaticism for technological creations. After knowing that Kethia had a hidden STC, he fell into this state of fanaticism.

Kethia also knew the attraction of STC to Mechanicus personnel. Since she dared to take it out for use, she had already thought of the way to handle this STC: contact the Mechanicus through Amida, and then through a deal with the high-level Mechanicus, use this STC to obtain enough huge benefits. Her psychological bottom line was at least three Warhound-class Titans, one battleship, and if not, at least one cruiser, and then the armed equipment of a 50,000-person Stormtrooper regiment. All of these could be used as Wu Pifu's personal guard in the future.

Amida hesitated for a long time and said: "... I can't make the decision on these things. I am just a Tech-Priest. However, I also have relationships I know behind me. I can contact a Tech-Priest of a Forge World for you. He is my mentor. That Forge World is located in the Segmentum Obscurus and has enough construction power. It should be able to satisfy the Inquisitor's requirements."

Kethia smiled coldly and said: "These alone are not enough. You understand what I mean. This piece of STC is just a meeting gift. I need a long-term cooperation with a Forge World, as well as support within the Mechanicus... Let me be more blunt, Amida. No matter what kind of person you were before, now you have contacted Him, known Him, and survived, so you are also one of the chosen ones. From the moment you escaped the Heaven World, your fate was no longer under your own control. You are a part of His brilliance. No matter if you are a Tech-Priest now, you will inevitably be extraordinary in the future, but there is only one premise for everything..."

"Him! His existence, His brilliance and greatness, and, His recognition of the Human Empire, His recognition of the Emperor, and even more future... saving the Human Empire, saving the Emperor from the Golden Throne. Can all this be achieved by a mere Tech-Priest?"

Kethia stopped Amida from wanting to say anything next. She said: "You haven't thought it through yet. On this point, you are far inferior to Reston. You should have seen it, right? Recently, he organized some believers and Ecclesiarchy personnel to recall and record Ecclesiarchy classics, various books, and various materials. Do you think this is something a mere parish priest can do? But he still did it without hesitation, and deleted some extreme cases every day, and also gave speeches to the public every day to reconcile contradictions and stop some extreme behaviors and extreme thoughts of the public. Why did he do this? What is the reason? You can think about it quietly yourself."

Amida left silently, leaving only Kethia to handle various livelihood government affairs, including various food distribution, corpse starch manufacturing, promethium inventory, weapon quantities, void shield maintenance... and everything else.

After finishing all this, Kethia suddenly said: "... Have you seen the military plan?"

Taichilong's voice came from beside Kethia. He said: "I have confirmed every copy repeatedly, and confirmed it repeatedly with the high-level commanders of the Astra Militarum. Finally, we only reached one conclusion... Perfect! For various different enemies, various different situations, crossfire, the number of defensive troops in the same area, the number of heavy weapons for concentrated fire, rotation troops, backup replacement troops, the second and third line plans for shrinking back in emergency situations... Perfect!"

Kethia's mouth curled slightly and said: "That must be perfect. They are... Primarchs!"

Taichilong said with a cold expression: "Demon Primarchs!"

Kethia did not refute. She leaned back on the chair, hands behind her head, and closed her eyes: "Old partner, comrade-in-arms, you know I am a psyker, right?"

Taichilong did not speak. He knew Kethia didn't need him to speak. Sure enough, Kethia continued: "I... often have a dream. In the dream, the galaxy is split, and darkness permeates from the center of the galaxy, dividing the entire galaxy into two halves. The half closer to Terra is still illuminated by the Astronomican, but the other half has fallen into darkness. Monsters, terror, and demons are rampant in it, and people are crying in blood and fire, and then dragged into endless darkness by all these demons. They can't seek life, and they can't seek death..."

"Taichilong, how much I want to save all this..."

Taichilong still stood straight in place, standard military posture, expression, and posture were all unshakable. The iron-blooded face was re-installed with a new mechanical eye, from which red light penetrated.

"Let's believe in all this for now! Let's believe that we will have three more loyal Primarchs, let's believe that their betrayal back then was a last resort, let's believe... He will also stand on the side of humanity!"

Kethia sat up again and picked up the government affairs document: "If I am deceived, if I also become an accomplice... remember to leave a bullet for me."

Just at this moment, a huge roar sounded, and the entire basement shook violently. Kethia and Taichilong didn't have a trace of panic or confusion. On the contrary, there was a sense of familiarity in both of their expressions. The daily life they were familiar with, the world they were familiar with, had returned.

This was the daily life of Warhammer. Either they were in war, or they were on the way to the battlefield.

On the fifth day of the defensive fortification, and more than forty days after the Audia Heaven World was torn apart by the Four Chaos Gods, the first Chaos Space Marine arrived in this star system. After jumping out from the Mandeville point, it went straight to this dead planet, obviously having some kind of guidance or prophecy, and knowing the target location in advance.

This was a mixed Space Marine fleet composed of six warships of different sizes, four of which had paint jobs. The approximate shape of the paint job was a broken Imperial Aquila and a blood-dripping scimitar. As soon as the six warships arrived in the outer space orbit of the planet, they immediately began to bombard the ground with starship macro-cannons. The entire defensive fortification and the vast area around it immediately fell into the roar of artillery shells and explosions.

But the bombardment did not achieve any results.

The existence of the void shield transferred all the bombardment to the Warp, which was also thanks to Wu Pifu's characteristics. He was not isolating the Warp, but filtering the negative aspects of the Warp and swallowing them into his personal consciousness sea negativity, so engineering machinery like the void shield could be used completely.

After bombarding for a while, the six space warships confirmed the existence of the void shield, and then immediately carried out drop pod landing operations. There was no intention of communication in the middle. Everything seemed natural: finding, bombarding, sending ground troops, landing vehicles, surrounding... Not only was the arriving force completely natural, but the Astra Militarum, the original planet defense force, the militia selected from the civilians, and all the main commanders, Kethia, and the three Primarchs, were all completely natural.

Wu Pifu even felt a sense of peace of mind from their emotions...

No, brothers, sisters, this is war, okay? There were explosions and bombardments all over the fortification, and then the enemy swarmed over. There were at least two or three hundred thousand landing troops as the vanguard, and a large number of vehicles followed. Every moment, people were dying, and then everyone produced a nostalgic sense of peace of mind!?

This is fucking everyone has a mental illness (voice crack)!!

Wu Pifu roared silently in the crowd.

But this did not affect the orderly actions of the humans around him at all. Whether it was individual soldiers, mid-level officers, political commissars, or Kethia and the three Primarch commanders, they all had a confident look.

"No... I see a few tanks on the opposite side have rushed to the front of the position, and at least four or five hundred soldiers have died there!" Wu Pifu pointed to a position and roared.

Several people and a demon head in the command position looked at him, and then several people and a demon head looked at each other. A question mark seemed to appear on their foreheads.

Wu Pifu was not happy that his "clueless index" started to rise. This was not the picture he wanted to see, because he clearly sensed the same question from the emotions of several people.

Only a few hundred people died, isn't it already blocking the opponent's vehicles and soldiers there? Why would Wu Pifu be so nervous?

Kethia deliberated on the vocabulary and said: "Living Saint, there are no Chaos demons, powerful psykers, or city-breaking vehicles, such as Titans, appearing there... The war situation is still stable, nothing to worry about."

Magnus also said: "The arrivals are just mere Red Corsairs. Behind them, there is neither the Emperor's protection nor the Four Gods' gaze. They belong to arrogant mortals who want to use Chaos. They are easy to deal with, no problem."

"No..."

Wu Pifu fell into deep powerlessness. He looked at everyone's natural look, and even Kethia's expression of joy, surprise, and ecstasy when looking at the dead soldiers, because the souls of the dead soldiers were directly annihilated or disappeared instead of falling into the Warp. All of this made Wu Pifu have endless complaints.

"Forget it... I'll go out, at least destroy all the opponent's vehicles." Wu Pifu said helplessly.

Everyone still had the look of "you are invincible, you do whatever you want." Each bowed their heads slightly, and then continued to watch the war situation and continue to arrange personnel layout.

Then Wu Pifu went to the vehicle battlefield.

At the same time, on a warship, a highly mechanized Space Marine commander looked coldly at the Chaos Sorcerer standing beside him, looking at the mirror formed by the blood of the sacrifices gathered on the ground from the psychic spells he cast. On it appeared a battlefield scene: a human with a bird on his shoulder, a fly on his waist, and a dog following at his feet was going to this battlefield.

"Is it him? The destined Sixth!" the commander asked coldly.

The sorcerer bowed and said: "No, just a sacrifice for the destined Sixth. Whoever kills him is the Sixth, for example, you..."

The commander laughed, then turned and walked away, saying as he walked: "Well said, then now... let me personally create my own myth!"

"Kill this human who is weak to the point of being unbearable!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 427 =====