The Iron Hands Completely Give Up (1)

Eight hours later, at the Adeptus Administratum.

"My lord! Good news from the Ultima Segmentum!"

"Knew."

Fifteen hours later.

"My lord! Good news from the Ultima Segmentum!"

"Knew."

Ten hours later.

"My lord! Good news from the Ultima Segmentum!"

Um?

Nine hours later.

"My lord! Good news from the Ultima Segmentum!"

Um???

Horus then realized something was wrong.

Nine more hours passed.

"Grown ups..."

"Another victory report from the Ultima Segmentum?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure there was no false reporting of military achievements?"

"Confirmed. These reports were all submitted directly by the Eighth Legion. Given their modus operandi, there would be absolutely no concealment or falsification of information."

This...

The current Eighth Legion is not the same as the Eighth Legion of the past. Nowadays, they are indeed very fair and rational, and there will be no cases of concealment.

This made Horus uneasy, because the speed was too fast.

"Report!"

"From now on, all reports of victory in the Ultima Segmentum should be handed over to Dorn, understand?"

"Yes!"

Horus felt he was overwhelmed with problems and decided to leave them to Dorn. After all, Dorne was the cornerstone of the Imperium, and those who were capable should be given more responsibilities.

Then Dorn became somewhat angry.

Because every nine hours thereafter, a message of good news would arrive from the Ultima Segmentum.

After verification, it turned out to be true.

How can anyone stand this?

"Next, cross-reporting will be implemented. 1357 reports will be sent to me, and 2468 will be sent to Ferrus Manus."

"Yes!"

Then Ferrus Manus also suffered the consequences.

"What exactly did the Imperium's administrative system do to the Space Marines? Why did their combat capabilities increase to this extent?"

Looking at the government affairs before him, Ferrus Manus found it all unbelievable.

If this continues, the Imperium government system, which is barely functioning, will have to undergo another efficiency overhaul.

"No, this can't go on. I need to go to Mars now."

"Santar!"

"Exist!"

"You and I are going on a business trip to the Adeptus Mechanicus Headquarters on Mars!"

"This... please forgive my bluntness, sir, but before you arrived, the Mars Adeptus Mechanicus had already issued a clear statement that they would not set foot in the government system any further."

"We're not going to kidnap anyone; we need their help."

Ferrus Manus learned about the things his Scions had done after he arrived, and could only say that their methods were problematic.

Therefore, he needs to change his approach.

The X Legion arrived on Mars as quickly as possible, but the gates of the Mars Adeptus Mechanicus Headquarters were closed as soon as they arrived.

"We're here to discuss cooperation."

"Reverend Primarch, we absolutely will not allow you to handle any more government affairs!"

"Your actions are a desecration of the Supreme Machine Spirit!"

"We don't need Adeptus Mechanicus personnel; what we need is a data processing system for Adeptus Mechanicus."

Data processing system?

Listening to Ferrus Manus's words, the high-ranking members of the Adeptus Mechanicus fell into deep thought.

If it's simply for a more efficient data processing system, then it's not impossible.

"Okay, we agree, but you must sign a written agreement guaranteeing that our people will not be allowed into the Administratum."

"Of course."

Soon, the X Legion entered the Adeptus Mechanicus Headquarters, Ferrus Manus arrived at a place he was familiar with.

"Regarding the data processing system, what I need is an electronic neural pipeline."

"Directly connect to the brain of Astartes."

"This is difficult, sir, we..."

"High precision isn't necessary; just being able to keep up with neural responses as quickly as possible is sufficient. If there are any difficulties, I'll help."

"Okay, sure!"

With the help of the Legion Primarch, these are not problems.

With Ferrus Manus's help, they got what they wanted and returned to the Terra Administratum.

Meanwhile, Horus and Dorn just watched him.

Why did you take so long?

Five days have passed since Ferrus Manus left the Adeptus Administratum and reappeared here.

These five days were incredibly agonizing for the two Primarch.

"Don't look at me like that, Horus. I went to the Adeptus Mechanicus seek their help."

Why didn't you just say you went on vacation?

"As everyone knows, the Adeptus Mechanicus is too lazy to help us these days."

"No, dealing with the Adeptus Mechanicus requires the right approach; it's clear you used the wrong methods at the beginning."

Oh?

"Take a look at this." Ferrus Manus took out a simplified version of an electronic neural circuit.

"Is this a simplified version of electronic nerves?"

"Yes, and at the same time, it is equipped with a high-precision, high-efficiency data processing system."

"What's the use?"

What the Administratum needs now is efficiency, extremely high efficiency.

So all Horus wanted to know was the purpose of these things.

"Its function is simple, similar to the electronic nerves implanted inside our Power Armour."

The electronic neural pathways implanted inside the Primarch's Power Armour allow their brains to directly connect to the warship.

With their super brains, they can not only analyze the battlefield situation, but also directly control the Flagship to carry out strikes.

Although there is a huge gap between the Astartes and the Primarch, they can make their administrative processes more efficient by using a simple Electronic Neural System.

"Are you sure?"

"Horus, as the legion among all the Imperium's Legions that has the deepest dealings with the Adeptus Mechanicus, I hope you will set aside your doubts on this matter."

"I'm not trying to question you, my brother. I'm just telling you that in the few days you've been gone, the administrative tasks handled by the X Legion have started to pile up."

???

"You two..."

"Don't count on the two of us, brother. We can't handle our own work either."

"Alright, then distribute all of these things as quickly as possible; we have a lot of work to do."

Soon, all the soldiers of the three Legiones Astartes were equipped with such Electronic Neural Systems.

At the same time, they could feel that they were handling government affairs more efficiently.

It is no exaggeration to say that their efficiency is now equivalent to that of four Primarch.

Furthermore, with the continued implementation of the Imperium Resolution, a considerable number of Astartes were selected to enter this area for the Eleven-Choice Examinations.

This actually got the entire Imperium's massive administrative system up and running.

"Praise be to the great Iron Father!"

"Praise be to machines!"

"Praise the body!"

Only at this moment did the soldiers of the X Legion understand what it meant to have a perfect fusion of body and machine—this was the most perfect fusion.

The Electronic Neural System handles simple tasks, while Astartes' super brain directly replaces the central Electronic Neural System.

As a result, the efficiency of the entire Administratum increased by 30%!