Little Fulgrim Returns to the Imperium
The advancement of the Adeptus Mechanicus Reform Act caused a sensation throughout the Forge World.
Thanks to the deployment of the Interstellar Network,
Magos from different Forge World, even those separated by tens of thousands of light-years, can discuss this matter on the forum.
New policies such as factory-to-household and market-based competition
This made many Magos realize that the good old days were gone forever.
In the past, they relied on monopolizing technology and markets to obtain excess profits and maintain their position.
The Imperium needed to hand over the Imperial Tithe it collected to them in exchange for weapons and equipment.
In the past, the Forge World held a very high status.
Even if the Astartes Chapter wants to get good equipment, they still need to maintain good relations with them.
As for after-sales service, don't have too high expectations.
It is not uncommon for Tech-Priests sent to perform maintenance work to be executed on the spot for soldiers' improper use of weapons.
Not using weapons of mass destruction on customers is considered quite restrained for a Forge World.
However, with the introduction of the latest policies and laws, this monopolistic position has disappeared.
The factories of the God Chosen and those Hive City industries will impact the moat of the Forge World.
If their products and technology fail to gain market acceptance,
They will be eliminated by the market and become part of history.
Such policies and bills naturally attract a great deal of controversy.
Those governing organizations and high-ranking Magos Forge World strongly opposed this.
They demanded that Mars lead the protest against Terra and the Living Saint.
However, at this crucial moment, Laski, as the Fabricator General,
Instead, they chose to play dead and make no response.
He didn't want it to be this way, but the Living Saint had given him far too much.
Megastructure, Beacon, and the recently launched Bio-Brain and Stellar Energy Conversion Technology,
These are all cutting-edge technologies.
Even as Fabricator General who controlled a vast number of STCs, few technologies could rival the gifts of Living Saint.
"Let the forging Magos suffer outside, and let me enjoy the benefits."
"I am the Lord of Mars. The right to interpret the Martian Law is in my hands. The Living Saint is not wrong. Everything he did was in accordance with the Martian Law."
Laski comforted himself with a sense of peace.
Everything he did complied with the regulations of the Martian Law.
Because he is the Fabricator General, the Lord of Mars, the final interpretation of the regulations rests with him.
He firmly supports the incarnation of Omnissiah.
As for those guys outside, they have no spirit of dedication whatsoever, so there's no need to pay them any attention.
The other Archmagos of Mars also benefited to varying degrees.
They also have no way to rightfully oppose reforms.
And so, Mars, which should have been the leader, leading the other Forge World in protest against Terra, fell into an eerie silence.
The other Forge World were furious to see Mars feigning death and were condemning the Fabricator General and the Mars Magos for their betrayal.
There was strong opposition from various Forge World, but they were never able to form a united front against the reforms.
Because the interiors of these Forge World are not monolithic either.
Factory to home, market-oriented management,
This is a policy that harms the interests of the parliament and officials who govern the Forge World.
But for many ambitious Magos and priests, it was a rare opportunity.
The difficulty of promotion within the Adeptus Mechanicus is immense.
The profound control that high-ranking Magos wield over power and resources.
It's something that outsiders can't imagine.
Many priests and lower-ranking Magos are merely slaves of higher-ranking Magos, with little to no human rights.
The higher-ranking Magos, using cruel algorithms and absolute institutional advantages, completely exploited the surplus value of the lower-ranking Magos and priests.
They were left with only scraps.
Under such circumstances, simply working diligently step by step will not give you any chance to get ahead.
Now, this factory-to-home reform initiative has created more liquidity.
It also shattered the control of resources held by those high-ranking Magos.
For many members of the Adeptus Mechanicus, this was the worst of times and the best of times.
They may lose their secure jobs, but if they seize the opportunity, they can become trendsetters of the new era and Archmagos admired by all.
Therefore, these people do not have enough motivation to oppose reform.
They were simply forced to speak out because of the demands from above.
In reality, quite a few Magos and priests are secretly causing trouble.
This was solely to increase the pressure on the high-ranking Magos, forcing them to implement reforms and gain tangible benefits.
Reforms to the Adeptus Mechanicus have also faced significant resistance.
However, compared to the waves of opposition generated by other reforms in the Imperium, this was insignificant.
After discussing the matter with Laski, Cawl senior members of the Adeptus Mechanicus, Qin Yun...
A concrete set of reform guidelines has been presented.
This marked the beginning of the Adeptus Mechanicus' first reform since the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne.
The Magos Hina from Planet Automata responded the fastest.
"Hina Industrial Group is officially established today."
"The Group's business covers areas such as military weapons, bioengineering, and prosthetic enhancement."
"In addition, we also undertake warship maintenance, space station maintenance and polishing, fortress post-maintenance, ruin reconstruction, and continental transformation services."
"Tina Group's core philosophy is to provide customers with high-quality technology services. If needed, please fill in your contact information at [...] and a professional will connect you with us."
Magos Hina was one of the earliest members of the Adeptus Mechanicus to serve the Living Saint.
When they first met, Tina was just a Tech-Priests in charge of space station maintenance.
Today, she is a high-ranking Magos with significant influence in the Calixis Sector.
Most players obtain their first mechanical prosthetic limb from Priest Hina's Cybernetic Prosthetics Shop.
This is a perk for newlyweds.
They only need to complete a few small tasks to get a high-quality prosthetic limb, which is a great deal.
On the official forum, Tina was once listed as one of the friendliest NPCs.
Of course, today's Magos Hina not only runs a prosthetics business, but has also expanded into many other areas.
This includes the manufacturing of weapons and equipment such as Gauss Weapon, Orbital Torpedo, Power Armor, and new tanks.
Back then, when Qin Yun used the Planet Automata as his base to gather troops to suppress the rebels on planet Scintilla, most of the weapons and equipment he used were supplied by Magos Hina.
Magos Hina's initial statement marks a significant step in the Adeptus Mechanicus in the Calixis Sector.
The Reformists who had been observing from the sidelines now had a leader, and they all followed in the footsteps of the Magos Hina, establishing their own enterprises and groups.
This ushered in a new era of vigorous reform.
While the Imperium was undergoing vigorous reforms
On Museum World somewhere in the Milky Way, a war of attrition continues.
The Imperial Fleet has seized control of the orbit.
Currently, it is suspended above near-Earth orbit.
They would periodically conduct orbital bombardments of the ground.
Whenever a well-organized Necron army appears in a certain area, orbital bombardment will follow immediately.
The main strategy is to use firepower to sweep the area.
The war on the ground has been raging for months, and as far as the eye can see, there is devastation everywhere; the whole world has been reduced to ruins.
Most of the Pyramid were destroyed by players, and their contents were looted.
Trazyn, who suffered heavy losses, fainted in the toilet several times from crying.
Thousands of years of effort were reduced to ashes, making him hate the God Chosen with a vengeance.
But he couldn't beat those guys.
His Necron army suffered repeated defeats and was routed.
One Pyramid after another fell.
Today, Trazyn only has one Pyramid left.
The once spacious collection halls and corridors were now crowded with soldiers and technicians.
Because the other Pyramid had already been destroyed, the Necron army that had been destroyed by the enemy could only be resurrected in this last Pyramid.
Senior generals with their own emotions tend to be pessimistic.
They believed that there was no chance of winning against the offensive of the Imperium of Man.
At the heart of Trazyn's logic also appears an emotion called regret.
This battle can be said to be the first major loss he suffered after waking up.
A Museum World just vanished like that.
He even wanted to travel back in time and slap his past self for his impulsive act of trying to capture some God Chosen.
Now look what's happened, such a huge museum has been destroyed.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
A mighty war horn sounded from the horizon.
The Necron Lord stationed throughout the Pyramid were on high alert.
Because they knew a new offensive was about to begin.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Terrifying explosions rang out as the human fleet launched its orbital bombardment as always, suppressing the Necron army on the surface.
"Do these guys have an endless supply of shells?"
A Necron Lord cursed angrily.
During each attack, the humans rained down cannonballs and Lance as if they were free.
If it weren't for the shields protecting them, they would probably have been reduced to ashes by those damned humans.
After the orbital bombing ended,
Dozens of black dots appeared in the sky, hurtling towards them at incredible speed.
The Pyramid Defense Protocol was activated, and a barrage of gunfire erupted, unleashing a deluge of Gaussian beams at the black dots.
The Necron Lord raised their heads, and their eyes, glowing with an eerie green light, clearly revealed that the black dots were human warplanes.
They swooped down at incredible speed, then transformed into mechs in mid-air, finally crashing to the ground with a bang.
The mech's arms extended to deploy machine guns and Power Weapon, and it also activated its shields, charging towards the Pyramid despite the barrage of fire from the defensive turrets.
The Primaris Marines, equipped with thrusters, followed the mechs as they parachuted in and launched an attack on the Necron's defensive structures.
"Those damned thieves! They stole our technology, and then used the equipment they developed to fight us!!"
Standing on the platform, Trazyn looked outside and cursed under his breath.
This wasn't the first time he'd seen a fighter jet capable of transforming.
He also shot down and studied one.
This fighter jet, known as the Viking by the God Chosen, is capable of both air and ground combat.
It can fly in the air and transform into a mecha upon landing.
Active Nano-metal are used as the main material to form joints and deformation cores, while various high-strength alloys are used as auxiliary materials to enhance defense.
Equipped with a built-in energy reactor, it boasts exceptional endurance.
Its arms are equipped with Power Weapon and cannons, making it incredibly destructive.
Humans stole the Active Metal technology from the Necrontyr and developed Viking Mech to fight against the Necron Dynasty.
Thinking about this, Trazyn couldn't help but want to curse.
Those damn human thieves.
"Director." Sannet walked up behind Trazyn.
"Sannet." Trazyn turned to look at his assistant.
"Curator, the dimensional wormhole has opened. Should we evacuate the army first, or send your precious collection away first?" Sannet asked.
A flicker of human struggle crossed Trazyn's metallic face.
"Let's withdraw the troops first."
Despite his reluctance, Trazyn knew that the Necron army under his command was his foundation.
Even if the collection is lost, it can be collected again later, and there are several other Museum World.
The loss is significant, but still acceptable.
Once the legion is gone, his influence will plummet.
"Understood, Director." Sannet bowed and turned to leave.
Before I had taken more than a few steps, I heard Trazyn's voice again.
"You can leave the other items behind, but remember to bring the Clone Primarch."
"Yes, curator," Sannet replied.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The explosions rang out continuously, deafeningly loud.
The terrifying explosion shook the earth, sending countless specks of dust billowing into the air before being pulled back down by gravity.
The players participating in the war showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, they were all extremely excited.
They rallied together and launched a final assault on the Pyramid, determined to capture the last high ground.
"Brothers, this is the final battle. Capture Trazyn alive."
"Don't let that bastard get away."
"..."
Little Fatty sat upright in the cockpit of the Viking Mech.
He was fighting while simultaneously reviewing the tactical instructions projected on the screen.
"Spiky Hair, go to sections B2-B3."
" On September Nine, you will go to support Area B."
Little Fatty kept giving orders.
Divide your comrades into small teams and use infiltration tactics to strike at the weak points in the enemy's defenses.
Whoosh!
A dark green beam of light suddenly streaked across the sky and landed on a mecha next to Little Fatty.
"Depend on!"
The player shouted.
Immediately following was a deafening explosion.
The terrifying explosion caused the ground to shake slightly.
Little Fatty looked in the direction from which the beam of light had come and found it to be a Pyramid- shaped Tomb with Obelisk.
The beam that overloaded and destroyed the Viking Mech's shield was fired from it.
"Focus fire, destroy him first."
Little Fatty marked the Obelisk as a target that must be destroyed.
The next second, several beams of light shot out and landed on the Obelisk's shield, overloading it. Then, several missiles destroyed it.
"Go ahead."
After destroying the obstacles, Little Fatty led the remaining Viking Mech to continue their advance.
The players then proceeded through the openings they had created.
On the other side of the battlefield,
Players from the Emperor's Cattle Warband are infiltrating the battlefield.
Led by Warmaster Ten-Timer, an elite squad wearing Hellfire Inceptor Power Armor that could make them invisible quietly infiltrated the Pyramid.
Their purpose in coming here was to capture Trazyn alive.
Along the way, they encountered a squad of Necron moving their collection and launched an attack.
After annihilating the entire Necron squad, they had an unexpected bonus.
"Is this Little Fulgrim??"
Ten-Timer stared wide-eyed at the collection before him.
Within the Stasis Field emanating an eerie green light, a sorrowful giant is imprisoned.
He had long white hair and an extremely handsome face.
He was tall, a head taller than the Primaris Marines.
"This guy really put Little Fulgrim here?" Strategist also somewhat surprised.
They discussed this matter when the war first started.
It is generally agreed that Little Fulgrim cannot be placed on this planet, but will be placed in Trazyn's hometown.
Who would have thought that Trazyn would leave Little Fulgrim here?
Perhaps he was also afraid that his hometown would be raided, resulting in the loss of all his precious collections, so he kept them separate.
"Should we release him? Otherwise, once we leave, those Necron will definitely take him away."
The Turtle watched as the fallen Necron soldier slowly disappeared, then asked its other companions.
"Fulgrim is on Chaos' side. If he's released, he might just turn against Chaos again," the Twisted Man said. "Then, he'll disrupt the game's balance, and we'll be in big trouble."
"Little Fulgrim is loyal, isn't he?" Strategist scratched his head.
"Even the Emperor never imagined Horus would betray us, did he? You can't think about Warhammer's storyline with normal logic," the Twisted Man said.
"You're the boss, what do you suggest we do?" Ten-Timer looked at the team Warmaster.
Warmaster was also a bit confused and couldn't make up his mind.
After some thought, he decided to leave the matter to the Guide for judgment.
"Contact Xi Ling."
The other players exchanged glances and agreed with Warmaster's decision.
The players of the Cattle Warband Squad had just reported the matter and were waiting for the Guide's reply.
Trazyn has arrived.
Little Fulgrim was his most prized possession.
Although it was just a copy of the Primarch, it was still extremely precious to him.
"You damned thieves!" Trazyn shouted as he ordered his Necron guards to attack.
"That damn metal skeleton was just about to come looking for you, and it delivered itself right to our doorstep. Brothers, let's go, grab him!"
And so, the two sides clashed and fought fiercely.
Qin Yun, who was handling government affairs in Terra,
Suddenly, a mission screen popped up in front of me.
[Quest: Bring Little Fulgrim to the Throne Room]
As a clone of Fulgrim, the Little Fulgrim also possesses immense power, but unlike his former Daemon Primarch has betrayed him...
He remained loyal to the Imperium, uncorrupted by Chaos.
Please take him to the Throne Room for a sacred baptism to completely eliminate any possibility of him being corrupted by Chaos.
Rewards: A large amount of Faith Points, and a loyal Primarch- level Captain of the Guard (Your guard needs a sufficiently powerful leader to assist you in crucial moments.)
Qin Yun finished reading the mission details, Xi Ling's voice came through.
"Master, your little player has discovered a special artifact on the planet Trazyn."
Qin Yun turned his head to look at Xi Ling and smiled, "Is that Little Fulgrim?"
Xi Ling's projection showed a surprised expression, "Master, how did you know?"
"Master can Farseer, of course he knows everything." Qin Yun teased Xi Ling before continuing, "Tell them to bring Little Fulgrim back at all costs."
"Yes, Master." Xi Ling nodded.
"Forget it, let's give them a mission and reward them with an Aquila Medal," Qin Yun said.
"Understood, Xi Ling will take care of it immediately."
Xi Ling's projection disappeared.
Qin Yun had just finished speaking when
Players who were fighting Trazyn received the quest.
[Quest: Bring Little Fulgrim back to Terra
Basic reward:..., one Golden Aquila Medal.
Commission/reward:...
"The Guide has given the order! Quickly, release Little Fulgrim!" Warmaster shouted after reading the mission.
"Quickly, stop them!" Trazyn ordered his soldiers to attack, but they were firmly blocked by the players, including Warmaster.
The Twisted Man rushed to the stasis device, raised his Warhammer covered in flashing lightning, and slammed it down.
Bang!
A shockwave slowly spread out, and the Stasis Field flickered a few times before disappearing.
Time began to flow again for Little Fulgrim, and countless noisy sounds instantly entered his ears.
His memory was still stuck on the moment when Fabius betrayed him to the Xenos.
That damned, spider-like guy betrayed him.
At this moment, a Skorpekh Destroyer with three legs broke through the player's defenses and pounced on Little Fulgrim, intending to control him.
Little Fulgrim instinctively dodged, causing the opponent's attack to miss.
Then, he unleashed a punch, sending the heavy Skorpekh Destroyer into the distance, crashing into a wall and exploding into a pile of sparking debris.
Its terrifying power plunged the entire battlefield into a brief silence.
Little Fulgrim looked up and immediately saw the Xenos that had used despicable means to bind him.
And the human warriors who were armed and fighting around him.
Even though Little Fulgrim was just a clone, he still possessed an extraordinary mind.
It only took him a moment to understand the situation.
Then he began the killing.
P. S.: Sorry, I haven't been updating very well for the past few days.