Give Them More Time

Guilliman simply replied calmly, "Give them seven days, Governor."

If the waste pile hasn't shrunk by ten meters in seven days, you can dispose of it however you like.

Guilliman greatly admired this mortal who dared to argue with him.

After witnessing the Homelander -like power of the current Ultramarines, most ordinary people would really regard them as gods.

They even dared to come and argue with the owners of these Superman.

This Planetary Governor truly possessed the courage to defy the gods with a mortal body.

The Anvil Governor reluctantly agreed.

He set up three layers of sentry guns around the waste mountain and personally monitored it from the command vehicle.

On the first day, the Symbiote Beast slowly climbed the mountain of waste, using their specialized tongues, equipped with magnetic sensors, to detect metal.

The next day, they began to eat, and the scene was disturbing: the entire wreckage of the Leman Russ Tank crumbled like biscuits in their mouths.

But on the third day, things changed.

The workers discovered the first piece of "excrement": a standard steel ingot with sides measuring fifty centimeters, its surface as smooth as a mirror, and its purity reaching an astonishing 99.998%.

The purity is simply unimaginable; even with today's advanced technology in the Forge World, it is impossible to create steel ingots of such astonishing purity.

These workers never imagined that they would hold a pile of poop in their hands like it was a precious treasure, and feel it carefully with their cheeks and fingers.

"It's real, it's real! Unbelievable! I licked it with my tongue, and the texture of this steel ingot is just so incredibly smooth!"

A worker wiped the drool off the steel ingot in his hand with his sleeve and cheered wildly.

Steel has a smell, and skilled ironworkers can detect it through their experience.

This worker was clearly an excellent ironworker.

He knew all too well what that piece of steel represented!

High-quality steel, which used to require a lot of manpower and resources to produce, can now be produced simply by feeding a group of behemoths industrial waste!

This will directly liberate the basic productive forces of an entire Forge World.

All their workers can then devote themselves to more important tasks, no longer needing to focus their energy on these basic iron-making tasks.

Moreover, this means the demolition of a large number of iron smelting plants, which will greatly reduce industrial pollution across the planet!

Many industrial diseases will disappear from the bodies of the next generation!

"That's impossible!"

After testing it, the master foundry Verne exclaimed, "To achieve this level of purity, seventeen refining processes are required!"

These creatures... their digestive systems are practically mobile refineries!

By the end of the seventh day, the height of the waste mountain had decreased by twenty-three meters.

The refined metal ingots piled up in a specific area were enough to build the keels of three frigates.

The Anvil Governor stood before the small mountain of metal ingots, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, he took off his Power Fist, which had been passed down from his grandfather and were covered in rust from long-term contact with inferior metal, and gently placed them on a steel ingot produced by a Symbiote Beast.

Both of these items represent the honor of the entire planet!

Instead of apologizing to Guilliman, he sent a brief report:

"Steel Purgatory requests an increase in the number of Symbiote Beast deployed."

Also: I offer my sincerest apologies to the adults for my past doubts!

From now on, the orders of my superiors will be the direction of my actions!

This oath is witnessed by the Emperor!

Meanwhile, in the Death World "Choking Throat," another transformation is underway.

The release of the Atmospheric Purification Jellyfish is more like a ritual.

The Planetary Governor has abandoned this world, and the remaining 30,000 inhabitants live in shelters buried deep underground, relying on circulatory systems and psychotropic drugs to combat despair.

When the first wave of jellyfish entered the atmosphere, the observation screens at the shelter were packed with people.

At first, nothing happened.

Those translucent, enormous creatures merely hovered in the still murky sky, pulsating slowly like phantoms.

Some say this was yet another failed attempt by the Primarch, while others silently prayed—not to the Emperor, but directly to Guilliman —a practice that would have been considered heretical in the pre- Imperium era.

On the twenty-first day, the changes began.

Data from external sensors at the shelter showed that the concentration of cyanide in the atmosphere had decreased by 0.1%.

It's insignificant, but this is the first time in three hundred years that it has declined instead of risen.

On the thirty-fifth day, one morning, the technician responsible for monitoring the external cameras suddenly screamed, not out of fear, but out of ecstasy.

On the screen, a ray of real sunlight, undistorted by the chemical fog, shines on the rusted eagle emblem at the entrance to the shelter.

When the governor first stepped out of the shelter without protective gear (of course, wearing a breathing mask), he knelt down and touched the sun-warmed metal.

The crowd behind him erupted in a sob that had been suppressed for generations.

Those weren't tears of sorrow, but something more complex—a profound realization that "the world doesn't have to be hell."

These organisms work synergistically with supporting environmental technologies.

Within two months, the livability index of Ultramar increased by 47%, the radiation sickness rate decreased by 72%, and the rate of congenital malformations in newborns decreased by 68%.

Harlan, an elderly farmer known as "Golden Harvest" in the Agri World, has experienced three generations of his family suffering from cancer due to soil radiation.

When he first stood on the edge of his own field, holding his healthy grandson, he said something to the traveling medical officer that later became widely known:

"I used to think that the Emperor's blessing was to go to heaven after death, but now I know that Lord Guilliman brought a fragment of heaven to earth ahead of time."

However, Guilliman's most radical and controversial moves only truly became apparent when the "Life Cradle" program was launched.

Guilliman exchanged 10 tons of "Gene-seed" for the system.

Of course, this Gene-seed is not like Gene-seed; it is Gene-seed that can be forcefully injected into the Webway.

Humanity's territory is now too vast, and the planet we inhabit is too complex. Various forms of radiation, biological pollution, and Chaos pollution have caused uncontrollable mutations in human genes.

Guilliman neither has the means nor the ability to eliminate all genetic mutations in the human body today.

But at least he can change the next generation.

The entire 10 tons of Gene-seed he exchanged were male sperm, male sperm from the world of Invincible.

This level of genetic purity is unparalleled even in today's Terra; it's the kind that could pass the Adeptus Custodes's genetic testing directly.

By combining these Gene-seed with the pure eggs they had exchanged, a total of 10 million new human embryos were created.