Chapter 408: A Somewhat Dry Piece of Wetware

The Mars Forge General Wuwula sorrowfully realized that even after expanding so many Thinker Arrays, bringing himself to a state that was almost entirely mechanical, he remained foolish.

Belisarius Dora Kaul spread the True Faith on Mars, yet he himself had foolishly and stupidly treated it as heresy and false faith.

Even when the Primordial Power stood before him, he still foolishly failed to perceive the holy mechanical radiance upon Him, failed to perceive the sublime power that emanated from Him at every moment.

This must still be because there was too much flesh and blood within his body!

Fortunately, the great Primordial Power was so tolerant; even though he was stupid and foolish, He did not withhold His holy will and sublime power from him.

The will and power of the Primordial Power and the Holy Dora A-Meng flooded into his mechanical body.

His mechanical body instantly felt as if lubricating oil mixed with holy oil had been injected into it; the efficiency of every component increased by 222%, the Thinker Arrays ran as smoothly as a metal plate polished for ten thousand years, computational power surged dramatically, and many problems Wuwula was still calculating suddenly found their solutions.

Undoubtedly, that was the God of All Machines, that was the First Power driving the birth of all things, the great Primordial Power.

If Wuwula still had eyes, he would certainly be filled with tears of joy.

There is hope! The Golden Wang Zuo has hope!

What? Agreeing to Ilto's "Wrath of the Omnisiah Believers"?

Now Wuwula only wanted to vent this wrath upon Ilto, the Lord High Steward of the Administratum.

That fat pig nearly caused him to miss kowtowing to the Primordial Power.

Thus, Wuwula kowtowed to Zhou Yun, requesting Zhou Yun to use the might of the Primordial Power to repair the Golden Wang Zuo.

However, Zhou Yun's words caused the Forge General Wuwula to pause in astonishment.

"The mechanical parts of the Golden Wang Zuo have no problems."

"Have you considered the wetware aspect?"

The Forge General Wuwula almost instinctively wanted to refute.

Of course he had inspected all the components, every mechanical structure and wetware structure; regardless of whether he knew their functions, Wuwula had inspected them all.

But in the final moment before speaking, he remembered.

There was one structure he had not inspected, a structure that was clearly the key to the entire Golden Wang Zuo system.

It was a somewhat dry piece of wetware.

Wuwula sucked in a sharp breath of cold air; he had realized it.

Viceroy Viceroy Tiruien also sucked in a sharp breath of cold air; he did not understand machinery, but his mind turned quickly, and he also understood what Zhou Yun was referring to.

Calling that one "wetware" was simply too blasphemous; Viceroy Tiruien felt terrified.

However, Wuwula did not feel that calling the one on the Golden Wang Zuo "wetware" was in any way blasphemous.

Terms like wetware, machine, and inhuman were considered compliments within the Mechanicus.

If you insult someone inside the Mechanicus by calling them cold and inhuman, saying they are like a machine, the insulted person would have to say thank you for the compliment.

What truly concerned Wuwula was Zhou Yun's implication, implying that the one on the Golden Wang Zuo had malfunctioned.

He eagerly wanted to speak and ask for specific details, but suddenly remembered that a group of Machine Priests serving him were still present here.

However, at this moment, Zhou Yun raised his hand slightly; a faint tremor emanated from his hand, and those Machine Priests, as if suddenly deprived of power, abruptly ceased functioning where they stood.

Only Wuwula, Viceroy Viceroy Tiruien, and Zhou Yun remained conscious in the entire room; of course, Nobita Huang Daxiong accompanying Zhou Yun could also be considered conscious.

The Forge General Wuwula marveled at Zhou Yun's skill, halting the operation of several heavily modified Machine Priests with a mere gesture.

"My Lord, do you mean the Omnisiah has malfunctioned?" Wuwula asked anxiously.

Within the Mechanicus, not everyone actually acknowledged the Emperor as the Omnisiah.

The vast majority of the high ranks of the Imperium and the Mechanicus understood: the Mechanicus publicly claimed the Omnisiah they worshipped was the Emperor, while the Imperium turned a blind eye to what the Mechanicus did.

But Wuwula was a minority; he devoutly believed the Emperor was the Omnisiah, the incarnation of the God of All Machines walking among men.

Therefore, he was almost obsessively determined to repair and maintain the functions of the Golden Wang Zuo.

But now Zhou Yun, who was very likely the Holy Dora A-Meng of the Primordial Power, told Wuwula a possibility he himself dared not imagine.

The Golden Wang Zuo itself actually had no problems; the real problem was that the Omnisiah himself had malfunctioned.

No wonder, no wonder every previous Mars Forge General believed that the day the Golden Wang Zuo's functions failed would be the day of the end of the entire galaxy.

If the Omnisiah malfunctioned, it meant one of the three layers of the God of All Machines' will had malfunctioned, meaning the God of All Machines himself had malfunctioned.

And the God of All Machines is the collection of all machinery, motion, and laws; if He malfunctions, the entire galaxy will naturally malfunction as well.

Zhou Yun paused slightly in response to Wuwula's question.

Most of Wuwula's thinking occurred between machines, which Zhou Yun could clearly read.

How to put it? Although the process was somewhat bizarre, the result seemed about the same.

The Emperor indeed had a problem, and the problem He encountered would indeed lead to the end of the entire galaxy.

It was just that the problem the Emperor encountered was not the Omnisiah malfunctioning as Wuwula understood it, but rather the Emperor was about to ascend to become the Dark King.

However, considering Wuwula's unique Mechanicus worldview, Zhou Yun did not rush to explain to him the Warp concepts of the Dark King, Corruption and Destruction, Vile Arts, and the God of All Machines; instead, he nodded slightly at him: "Saying it that way is not really a problem."

Despair emanated from Wuwula's emotions; machines could still be attempted to be repaired with human wisdom, but how could the Omnisiah's malfunction be repaired?

"But it is fine; His current condition has already improved significantly." Zhou Yun spoke with a slightly softened voice, addressing Wuwula.

The Emperor had cut into the Corruption and Destruction domain twice toward Zhou Yun; although not much, it reduced some pressure for Him, allowing Him to hold that position for several more centuries.

At least the Emperor had guaranteed Zhou Yun that He could hold on until after the forty-third millennium of humanity.

Wuwula's thoughts stalled for an instant, then surged with intense joy.

Yes, yes, the only one in this world capable of repairing the Omnisiah's malfunction could only be another layer of the Omnisiah's will.

If Wuwula had still harbored a tiny bit of doubt regarding Zhou Yun's identity before, that doubt now vanished completely; even if Zhou Yun did not use His authority to guide Wuwula's thoughts, he would devoutly believe Zhou Yun was the Primordial Power.

"You can go check the Golden Wang Zuo right now; you will find it has at least recovered to a state from a thousand years ago."

Intense joy surged through Wuwula's emotions; he desperately longed to go to the Imperial Palace immediately to confirm the Golden Wang Zuo's state.

And then, and then there was no then.

Wuwula, Viceroy Viceroy Tiruien, and Zhou Yun simply stared at each other with wide eyes.

The dwarf terminal of Wuwula twisted its head to look at Viceroy Viceroy Tiruien, light flickering within its translucent green glass eyes.

His body clearly could not move on its own and required the help of some external force, a task usually handled by Viceroy Viceroy Tiruien.

"I will dispatch the transport vehicles and cranes." Viceroy Viceroy Tiruien sighed helplessly, shifted his bloated body, and trotted out of the room.

"I do not ask you to modify your body to be smaller." Zhou Yun rubbed his brow and spoke: "But at least add tracks or legs to yourself?"

The two-headed dwarf terminal standing before Zhou Yun hurriedly bowed respectfully toward him.

"My Lord, I will dismantle part of the mechanical structure and replace it with mobility units."

"But seventy-three percent of my body consists of the Cogitator Array, the main components of which are fragile wetware; there are no conditions on Terra to remove them."

Wuwula indeed could not bear to part with the massive body he had modified over hundreds of years; it was proof of his being infinitely close to the Machine God.

However, removing part of the Cogitator Array to replace it with mobility units was still acceptable.

Previously, to obtain more powerful computing power, the Cogitator Array installed on Wuwula's body had reached the limit of the power supply system, and he had to drag a large number of power cables to maintain normal activity.

Now that the Golden Wang Zuo had been repaired, Wuwula no longer needed so many Cogitator Arrays to expand his thoughts; he could remove some, let others run at low power, and free up energy to install mobility units.

Speaking thus, Wuwula hesitated slightly.

He wanted to request Zhou Yun to visit Mars, but Wuwula was considering whether he should be the one to voice this request.

After all, Belisarius Dora Cawl was the Arch-Mechanicus chosen by Zhou Yun, and Wuwula even felt the position of Fabricator-General would soon belong to Belisarius Dora Cawl.

Zhou Yun read Wuwula's thoughts.

"Arch-Mechanicus Cawl will not snatch your position as Fabricator-General."

Zhou Yun said with a touch of helplessness:

"He is not that foolish; rest assured, the position of Fabricator-General is still yours."

Wuwula breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The Fabricator-General was the one among the twelve High Lords with relatively less pressure; not because his work was less, but because Wuwula, relying on these mechanical modifications, had long surpassed mortals in thinking ability, and even Astartes could not match him, so handling the work of a High Lord was relatively easier.

In other words, he was another high-quality beast of burden.

"Mars."

Zhou Yun stroked his chin; Ji Li Man actually hoped Zhou Yun could replicate what Hua Di Huang did back then and control the Adeptus Mechanicus more deeply.

"I will visit Mars at an appropriate time."

Wuwula's dwarf terminal bowed respectfully again: "Your visit will make Mars even more sacred and glorious, just like the visit of the Omnisiah back then."

"Hmm?" Zhou Yun detected a hint of doubt in Wuwula's consciousness; before Zhou Yun could examine what that doubt was, Wuwula spoke openly himself.

"My Lord, on the day you visit Mars, may I ask your ignorant believers to answer a confusion?"

Wuwula's voice carried some hesitation:

"What form of existence is the dragon on Mars?"

Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly.

And in the visual blind spot of Wuwula and Zhou Yun, a flash of light passed through the eyes of Huang Huang Daxiong, who gazed at Wuwula for a moment.

(End of this chapter)