Chapter 773 Puppet City

When you are free, the great sage Tule always thinks about a problem.

He might be the most pathetic Omnisaiah believer in the history of the Galaxy?

Compared to those colleagues who have made great reputations on Mars, Riza or Huangquan 8 and practiced the path of self-belief, the great sage Tule is undoubtedly a sad little person: the Galaxy will not remember his name, and even I won't hear any information about him.

When the casting generals and the city lords of Mars faced each other in the face of the power throne that was vacant after the tragedy of Nikea, they would not regard Tule's army as their allies.

When Riza's Technician and her men closed their doors and discussed how to expel the Martian thieves from their promised land in the east of the Galaxy, they wouldn't worry about Tul's thoughts. .

In the eyes of these big men, the name of the Great Sage Tule is no more eye-catching than a rusty screw on the floor: it is natural for them to have such an idea.

After all, in Tulle's twenty-four-year career as a great sage, he did not make any proud achievements: not even a thing worthy of saying.

He had never launched an expedition to celebrate the reputation of the God of All Machines, or to reclaim the oldest wisdom in the tide of the Great Expedition: although he had a large number of apology and more than one mechanical ark at hand.

He never wrote fast, and expressed any new ideas, and in the unprecedentedly active academic atmosphere within the Mechanical Divine Church, which was born from the glory of the Great Expedition, left any view worthy of praise for later generations: although in many fields he has in many fields They all have unique insights.

He never burned the furnace, picked up the drawings left by his mentor, and produced ships and shells that were enough to arm the Astart Legion to fulfill the covenant that Mars had signed with the Holy Terra more than a hundred years ago. The great rejuvenation of the faith of the God of All Machines contributes its own strength.

Although in name, he governs a whole three powerful and fertile casting worlds.

But he still accomplished nothing.

No, even worse.

If those Gear Brothers who followed the same faith as him knew what the Great Sage Tule had done, they would use the most vicious ridicule to ridicule him for not worthy of the name of [Omnisaiah's believers].

This is just the mildest.

In fact, a crusade army composed of the joint world of casting is the most reasonable and appropriate answer to what the great sage Tule did: the casting general on Mars will even lead the team in person, with thousands of machines In the name of God, he vowed to crush him to ashes.

Then he swept his entire casting world in the name of custody.

This is their style.

After all... in the long history of the Mechanical Divine Cult starting in a thousand years.

Never had a great sage who governed the entire world of casting, would hand over all the furnaces, docks, and even the sacred world of casting itself that he had to outsiders: as his minister, humbly accept the gods of all things he could do: The rule of the body of the body.

Even if that person is a primordial.

Even in theory, she is also the son of god with Omnisaiah's blood.

Even those colleagues in the Five Hundred Worlds who are so flattering that they can use the name of the primordial adoptive father to name the world, the relationship between them and Keriman is not purely a ruling relationship between the monarch and the minister, but more like a noble person. Just an orderly alliance of interests.

Their internal personnel transfer does not require the paper consent of Keelman, their officer promotion does not require swearing allegiance to the Primarch, their routes and raw materials markets will not be under the supervision of the Legion throughout, and each anchor is required to be written in advance a report.

And this is what Tule and the three forged worlds under his jurisdiction are doing.

They gave power: all the power literally, to Morgan.

This is humiliation.

This is betrayal.

This is something they are willing to do.

The great sage Tule breathed heavily.

His eyes were filled with blood mist, and smoke leaked from his nostrils as the pain inhibitor increased its current: this was to ensure that he could still maintain his function after three hundred hours of sleeplessness, so as not to Delay the casting plan in front of you.

【It】It is much more important than the life of the great sage: strengthening the mind and confirming this matter every moment.

Thinking of this, the Great Sage raised his head with some difficulty and looked at the great creation he and tens of millions of Omnisaiah believers who worked for thirty years: the shadow that covered the sky and the sun devoured the Great Sage The casting world with the same name as him at the feet of Tulle.

It can kill them in one shot.

Kill them all.

Kill the world, or even this galaxy: it only takes a little longer.

It's enough to shake and subvert the galaxy.

How wonderful...

He deserves the title of [Mountain Formation Killer].

Although he had never seen the Mountain Array, the Dawn Breaker's database contained as detailed information as possible about the legendary giant ship: the Great Sage carefully compared it, and he believed that his works could actually threaten the mountain array number.

Although it may not be possible to kill one-on-one.

but……

This is just the No. 1 ship.

The Great Sage laughed: Although to outsiders, he just spit out a string of meaningless messy codes.

He remembered it clearly, he remembered the details of the first keel laid by the great will of the Omnissiah in the warp shipyard: he remembered all the details, and he could recite the date of that day clearly.

Accurate to the second.

He knew that it was the 5,324th Terra standard time after the Queen of Avalon, in the name of the God of All Machines, brought down divine punishment on the Triple Realm: it was also the 2,721st hour since he took office as the Great Sage.

Thule was the third Great Sage appointed to succeed the throne after the fall of the Triple Realm.

Because of endless greed and uninterrupted betrayal, the alliance composed of the three forge worlds of Galatea, Far and Thule finally exhausted the last bit of patience in the heart of the Lord of the Dawnbreaker, and what awaited them was the hellfire that fell from the sky.

The Second Legion and its allies crushed the resistance of the Triple Region in hours: Forge World Thule wisely chose to surrender in advance, and then as a terrified spectator of the war, witnessed how its two brothers died.

But after the war, a new problem began to trouble the leader of the Second Legion as the victor: even if Morgan looked through the not-so-long history of the Human Empire, the Primarch could not find any previous record of dealing with rebellious Forge Worlds like the Triple Region.

Directly slaughter?

It would be too wasteful.

Not to mention that the military action against the Triple Region itself is untenable: the great sages of the area have indeed been lip-service to the Primarch's orders, but saying that they rebelled and needed a large army to suppress them was completely the opinion of the Spider Queen.

Back then, Morgan was able to launch an expedition to the Triple Region only because she relied on the remoteness of Avalon and used her Primarch's identity and political status to force Farr and Galadia to confess.

It was not easy to start a war, and it was unthinkable to destroy two forge worlds without reason: she was not Jonson, and she did not have the Ikaros Protocol.

What's more...

The rulers of the Triple Region dared to go against the will of a Primarch in the past, and there was a reason for it.

They have huge factories, powerful weapons and a large number of excellent craftsmen, which are enough to create the army of any ruler's dream. The ammunition output when fully operating can support a war from Avalon to Holy Terra.

Apart from Mars, the Triple Region is one of the most powerful forge worlds. Even silver medalists like Ryza and Huangquan No. 8 can only be on par with it: in many aspects, they can't even compare with it.

No sensible ruler would destroy this treasure by violence.

Except for Jonson?

No: even Jonson.

Even if it is the Icarus Agreement, one must think twice before destroying such a behemoth: Morgan thinks she is much more gentle than Jonson.

As for severe punishment?

That is just to create a malicious servant in the rear.

Morgan does not want to gamble: when she faces her opponent in the center of the galaxy, will the triple region with her blood sea smash its famous output on her, which is enough to shake the foundation of Avalon.

Veto: It must be vetoed.

But: what should be done?

The Primarch also fell into contemplation.

After all, in a sense, what she did was indeed horrific.

Since the Emperor signed a contract with the Forge General on Mars in the name of Omnissiah on the eve of the Great Crusade, the Imperial army has been forbidden to shoot at any world that believes in Omnissiah, except for those hostile Forge Worlds that resolutely resist the Great Crusade.

Forge Worlds can fight each other for interests and doctrines, and even launch large-scale expeditions: the scale and amount of resources invested in some armed conflicts between large Forge Worlds have long exceeded the upper limit of most military operations in the Great Crusade.

Forge Worlds can also fight against each other for power and status, and even raze the entire industrial nest to the ground: Omnissiah's believers can shoot each other, or hire allies from within the Empire to shoot at his academic opponents and the allies they called, and there is no restriction on killing.

But without their permission, any attempt to harm Omnissiah's believers is undoubtedly treason: even the High Lords are not allowed to cross this red line.

Because they are allies of the Empire.

That's right, not subordinates, but allies on equal terms.

The entire Forge Cult joined the Great Crusade in the name of the Emperor's followers. They were completely outside the jurisdiction of Terra and theoretically only obeyed the Emperor's orders: if we only look at power and superficial status, the Forge General of Mars is at the same level as the Sigillite of Terra.

One of the most prominent arguments is the power struggle within Mars today.

As we all know, the then Mars Forge General Kalbohar was not a loyal follower of the Emperor and the Empire: his indifference to the Emperor and his fanatical support for the independence of the Mechanicus were already well known, and he could be regarded as a potential destabilizing factor in the Grand Order.

But even so, because Kalbohar's appointment was the result of struggles and compromises within the Mechanicus, or Mars, even the Emperor himself could not kick him out of the position of Forge General.

Now, the situation is even more unfavorable to Holy Terra: taking advantage of the disaster of Nikaea and the opportunity of the Sigillites and High Lords being too busy to take care of themselves, the Forge General and his loyal followers are wantonly excluding dissidents on Mars, keeping countless important positions under their iron claws.

Accusations, assassinations and small-scale armed conflicts are staged in the red desert, and fusion reactors and deep nuclear mines are filled with all the priests who dare to oppose the Forge General: all this happened too quickly. When Terra recovered from the storm of the Badab crisis, the Mars Hive and the Temple either surrendered to the Forge General or maintained armed neutrality.

Even at this point, Terra could do nothing about everything on Mars. They could only protect their increasingly scarce friends in the Mechanicus through more covert methods, and warned the Forge General indirectly: But this only curbed the flow of blood, and could not prevent Kalbohar from gradually turning Mars into his own personal kingdom.

Until no one could check and balance him.

The strongest productive force in the galaxy is firmly in the hands of a potential opponent of the Emperor of Mankind: in other words, this is also the collective will of Mars.

This is where his power lies: the relationship between Terra and Mars is roughly like this.

As for the status between the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Primarchs, that is another endless mess.

As one of the heads of the two-headed eagle, the Forge Cult, which is at the same level as the Terran High Lords Council, is theoretically not inferior to the Primarchs: if there is really an armed conflict, the power that Mars can draw out may not be less than that of Terra.

But on the other hand, [a united Forge Cult] is a false proposition, and their power is even more of a castle in the air: as separate forces, the Forge Worlds are happy to bow their heads to the Primarchs and sign a covenant as partners.

As for whether the two parties who signed the covenant maintain a completely equal status? It depends on the situation of each Primarch: Guilliman is more domineering, he even has a Forge World named after his adoptive father Connor, and eight Titan Legion allies.

On the other hand, the alliance between the Thousand Sons and the Forge World Zhao Akada seems more equal and loose. Magnus the Red has no coercive power over the Mechanicus allies who are halfway across the galaxy.

Unfortunately, with the fall of the Thousand Sons, Zhao Akada also lost its backer: it is said that this Forge World located in the southernmost part of the galaxy is wavering between the Death Guard and the Raven Guard, and it is not known which side it will lean towards.

Not only Zhao Akada is facing this cruel problem, in fact, the entire Tempest Segmentum in the southern part of the galaxy has fallen into a vicious circle of power tug-of-war: Mortarion and Corax are like two magnetic poles, repelling each other while attracting the worlds and governors who go with the flow in the entire galaxy.

These two Primarchs, who were born as farmers and workers respectively, divided the power vacuum of the entire Tempest Segmentum in half: although the Dorne Mild and the Imperial Fists further north also occupy one-third of the galaxy, the Invites are never interested in these unnecessary things.

Fortunately, compared to those brothers with more violent personalities, the dispute between Motaanan and Corax can be described as gentle: even if the Forge World with unique technology will not lead to either side in the end, there is no need to worry that the Primarch's army will come to the city.

Not everyone is the Spider Queen, who dares to cross the red line quietly.

In a sense, Morgan seems to have become the first person to eat crabs.

But the Primarch is the Primarch after all, not to mention that Morgan is still among the Primarchs, and has always been known for her good appetite. After finding that she seemed to have made a mess, the Spider Queen decided calmly: since the bottom line has been broken, then it must be broken to the end.

Since the covenant between the Emperor and the Forge General has been violated, what does it matter if another one is violated?

With this idea in mind, after slaughtering the [traitors] in the triple area, Morgan began her actions: military action was only the first step of the Primarch's conquest, and she spent almost two generations to truly establish her rule in the triple area.

During this period, the Primarch never relaxed his supervision of the Triple Region: a full thousand Dawnbreaker warriors, and a hundred times more elite mortal auxiliary forces, have been stationed around the Triple Region for decades, and permanent military fortresses are entrenched at the highest points of the three worlds, always monitoring any hives and temples that dare to violate the rule of the Primarch.

At the same time, the infiltration of the Triple Region was carried out in two aspects at the same time.

On the one hand, all the worlds and local forces that had been friendly with the Triple Region were screened like a sieve, and every raw material production area and dumping market were held in the hands of the Second Legion. Part of it was rewarded to other forge worlds, such as Gurgrad, which was known for its filthiness in the Triple Region, and the other part was detained in the hands of the Primarch, as a nutrient solution to keep the Triple Region alive.

With their lifelines in the hands of others, the three Forge Worlds could only allow the Primarch to do whatever he wanted in front of them: not to mention the brainwashing and assimilation education of the new generation, all security codes were also handled by Dawnbreaker experts, and even prayers praising the Omnissiah had to be reviewed and annotated by the Primarch first.

The Triple Region once had a lucky heart because of its reputation and status: they believed that the Emperor and Terra would not allow a large forge world to disappear silently, and the Primarch's misdeeds would sooner or later be warned by a higher level, forcing the Dawnbreaker Legion to withdraw in disgrace.

But decades later, even the most arrogant Mechanic Priests had to admit the bleak reality before them: the Emperor, Terra and even Mars kept a nonchalant attitude towards the mysterious disappearance of the Triple Region, as if they had never appeared in the galaxy.

It is obvious: Morgan is much better at pleasing the Emperor and the bigwigs of Terra than the Mechanic Priests imagined. Through countless exchanges of interests and political compromises, the Primarch successfully made Holy Terra acquiesce to her actions in the Triple Region.

The fact of being abandoned was a greater blow to the Triple Region than expected: a large number of elders surrendered, and the assimilation process of the Spider Queen went a step further.

Morgan originally thought that it would take her a century to completely turn the three forging worlds into her own private territory and double the strength of the entire Far Eastern border: but the facts were better than she imagined, and the Primarch completed the plan in less than fifty years.

And the Archmagus Thule and his current colleagues are the monuments that mark the Primarch's final victory.

Before Thule, the two Archmagus of the Triple Region appointed by Morgan still had some nostalgia for the ancient times. They were all people who had experienced war and knew that the Primarch's rule over the three forging worlds was not natural.

Although on the surface, they surrendered to the Spider Queen's sharp blade, but this did not mean that they were willing: the first Archmagus tried to sue the Primarch's evil deeds of slaughtering allies to the top of the empire. After his death, the second Archmagus also worked hard to maintain the independence of the Triple Region in all aspects.

But coincidentally, the reign of this great sage was not long-lasting: after the new generation that grew up under the wings of Thule and other primarchs proved to be able to stand on their own, he died in an expedition at the right time.

Next, it was the most chaotic election in the history of the entire Triple Region: a large number of elders either disappeared, retired, or simply boarded ships and took the initiative to go to distant places to open up new territories, leaving a lot of vacancies for young people to replace.

In this way, Thule ascended the supreme throne of the Triple Region in a muddle, becoming a powerful figure who could theoretically govern the entire three Forge Worlds: but in reality, not to mention that the three Forge Worlds each had their own leaders, he was just a common leader who could be respected by everyone on the surface.

On the other hand...

"Ding Ding Ding..."

The great sage turned his head and rarely turned his attention from the battleship in front of him to the communication equipment on the side.

He knew that there would only be one voice on the other end of the communication device, and that was the real manager of the Triple Zone, the Dawnbreaker Captain who was stationed here by the Primarch's order: his words could not be violated by the Great Sage.

Thule adjusted his mood and took the call respectfully.

"It's me, sir."

"Yes, I already know that Lord Morgan will visit today."

"The construction progress of [Mountain Killer] is only 62%, but we can accept the inspection of the sir at any time: OK, I will let irrelevant people stay away, the Skitarii team will leave immediately, and all key points and outposts will be fully handed over to you."

"In addition to the Mountain Killer, is there anything else the sir wants to inspect?"

"The new Sikaran tank?"

"No problem."

"Titan Construction Plant?"

"I'll arrange it right away."

"The Eldar-style Nightwing Fighter?"

"I see."

"The actual combat performance of the Centurion Heavy Combat Exoskeleton?"

"This...it's just an experimental product..."

"Okay, I'll arrange it."

"Anything else, sir?"

"..."

On the other end of the phone, the last sentence made the electronic eye of the Great Sage jump.

"You mean..."

"Okay, I understand."

The Great Sage nodded.

"Master Morgan also wants to see her [Big Loveliness]."

"I don't think it will refuse."