Leaking Oil

A month later they were completely used to this way of working, and then all the Astartes started working non-stop.

If Mortals officials could get 3-4 hours of rest each day with the help of Astartes...

At this moment, the only way for these Astartes to rest is to activate the Suan Membrane, and even then, it's a passive activation.

Simply put, it's about pushing yourself to the limit, working until you pass out, resting for a while, and then continuing!

Meanwhile, different scenes were unfolding within the XVI Legion and X Legion.

In the XVI Legion, the Apothecary were the ones who complained the most, because they had to handle administrative affairs and regularly maintain the physical condition of their combat comrades.

However, in the X Legion, their situation continued to worsen.

Because not only do the Apothecary suffer there, but the Techmarine also suffer. Don't ask why; the answer is simply that they undergo far too many modifications.

At first, they were superstitious about the Flesh Is Weak, Ascend to the Machine, but later they found that as they spent more and more time in the Administratum, they were more likely to believe in the power of the machine.

Their mechanically modified prosthetics began to show irreversible damage.

The only saving grace is that this is Terra boasts the largest Adeptus Mechanicus headquarters in the entire Imperium.

Then Adeptus Mechanicus suffered greatly.

Basically, all the Servitor, Tech-Priest, Skitarii, and Archmagos within the entire Adeptus Mechanicus base who had even a little bit of free time were all brought to the Administratum.

They were not responsible for handling Imperium documents; their only responsibility was maintaining the mechanical prosthetics of the X Legion.

This state of affairs lasted for half a month, after which all the Adeptus Mechanicus members within the Terra base went mad.

When some people leave the Administratum for the first time and then come back for the second time, their Logic Units will automatically generate invalid code.

Some people are lucky; they foam at the mouth the moment they step into the Administratum. Others are even worse; they completely shut down upon hearing they're going to the Administratum.

Left with no other option, all the Legion's high command members traveled together to the headquarters of the Mars Adeptus Mechanicus Headquarters in order to seek more resources and assistance.

At first, the Mars headquarters didn't think there was anything wrong, but later all the Adeptus Mechanicus members who went to the Adeptus Administratum went insane.

Unfortunately, these people had no choice but to be destroyed in the end.

In fact, they initially considered turning those who couldn't contribute to the Machine God into Servitor.

But they later discovered that even if they made them into Servitor, these guys would go crazy.

So after a while, the Mars Adeptus Mechanicus Headquarters stopped providing support.

As for why the great Wolf of Fenris didn't negotiate on this matter?

The reason is simple: he can barely take care of himself.

He not only had to deal with the problems of the Administratum, but also the Department of Justice, the Department of General Affairs, and the Departmento Munitorum.

Especially the Department of Department of Justice!

If the Administratum is simply inefficient, then the sheer volume of work is enough to drive people crazy.

So the Department of Justice is simply because there are too many extraordinary people!

The more Horus learned about the work of the Department of Justice, the more he realized how incredibly capable his brother was!

"Konrad Curze, my dear brother, why did you only become Department of Justice General?!"

Of course, besides these, his biggest change in opinion about a person was...

Imperium Chancellor, Malcador the Sigillite.

He had always thought of Malcador as the chief parasite Malcador the Imperium Vermin, a Schemer and an ambitious man.

Even during the Imperium Anti-Corruption campaign, he was quite pleased when the Department of Justice arrested Malcador.

However, as he spent more and more time in the Administratum...

Horus then realized how terribly wrong he had been.

Now he can say this with immense pride, utmost seriousness, and crystal clarity.

My dear Uncle, Malcador the Sigillite, the Chancellor of the Imperium, the Sigillite of Humanity, is one of the three greatest figures in the entire Imperium!

At this very moment, the Astartes of the X Legion were lost in confusion, utterly lost.

They looked at their mechanical prosthetics, which they had painstakingly acquired, even through deliberate injuries on the battlefield, and fell into an inescapable state of confusion.

During their time working at the Adeptus Administratum, and without the help of members of the Adeptus Mechanicus, their mechanically modified prosthetics kept malfunctioning.

It's either a burnt-out wire here, a problem with the circuit there, a blown fuse, or a melted screw washer.

Or, to put it more bluntly, the mechanical prosthesis starts leaking oil as soon as it's used.

"This damn Iron Thing, why can't it work properly!"

"If this keeps up, when will we ever get out of this damn Administratum?!"

Santar now really wants to burn the Administratum to the ground.

But after his outburst of anger, he looked at the mountain of documents piled up on his desk and obediently sat down to continue processing them.

Because we have to deal with it; the files will multiply.

In the Adeptus Administratum offices, even breathing counts as time!

But precisely when faced with such a massive amount of work, what they lack most is time!

Now, all the Astartes working in the Adeptus Administratum have brought about the greatest possible improvement in their perception of the entire Adeptus Administratum and all officials within the Imperium bureaucracy.

When it comes to loyal officials, the Imperium Civil Servant System has the most loyal officials, and their loyalty is beyond question!

Just imagine, when Astartes was wreaking havoc up front.

These Mortals they looked down upon were sitting in the Adeptus Administratum, within the Imperium Civil Servant System.

To ensure the smooth operation of the entire Imperium's rear!

This is loyalty, what a magnificent loyalty!

Meanwhile, the Astartes of the Iron Hands began to actively contact the Thousand Sons.

They want stronger bodies!

"Professor Ahriman, this is Santar."

"Hello, Company Commander Santar, if I remember correctly, you should have arrived at the Administratum quite some time ago."

"Yes, Professor Ahriman, so we've come to ask for your help."

"What kind of help would you like? If it's to send the Thousand Sons to the Administratum, then we're afraid we can't help you. Time is tight and the mission is heavy at the Great Crusade front."

"No, Professor Ahriman, I just wanted to ask a question about physical exercise."

"Exercise?"

"Yes, esteemed Professor Ahriman, after this period of training in the Administratum, I've discovered that mechanical skills have too many shortcomings; only the physical body is truly the strongest."

"Please wait a moment, Company Commander Santar, we need to discuss this matter."

"Okay, please reply as soon as possible; this is very important to us."

Then Ahriman told Magnus the news, and Magnus immediately relayed the good news to Ferrus Manus.

Are you sure they're starting to abandon machines?

"Yes, they have indeed begun to abandon machinery, and they are actively requesting to enhance their physical strength."

"Great! That's wonderful! They finally understand. I'll go pick them up now!"