Noah returned to his laboratory and sat down in his seat, beginning to ponder various armor templates.
The power armor templates used in the Terran Federation flashed through his mind, but he dismissed them a second later.
Problems with cost and manufacturing processes meant that these power armors were not suitable for the current use of the Imperium of Man.
He needed to first understand what kind of armor the Imperium of Man currently provided for ordinary Astra Militarum soldiers.
At the same time, he also needed to understand what weapons were used by the elite of mortal forces like the Stormtroopers.
Noah, who was deep in thought, snapped out of it and instructed the Custodian Guard outside the door.
"Go and get me a set of the standard Astra Militarum armor, as well as the Stormtrooper armor. Besides that, bring me the Mark IV Space Marines power armor and the Terminator Space Marines armor to my laboratory."
"Yes, Warmaster," the Custodian Guard outside the door immediately saluted and relayed the order through his built-in communicator.
In less than half an hour, a team of Tech-Priests carefully pushed several hover platforms into the laboratory. Neatly arranged on the platforms were the various types of armor Noah had requested: from the Astra Militarum's simple flak armor, to the Stormtrooper's finely crafted Carapace armor, and then to the Mark IV power armor and the heavy Terminator armor.
"omnissiah, the equipment you requested has been delivered," the leading Tech-Priest knelt and saluted, "Do you require me to introduce the technical details of these sacred armaments?"
"Yes, then you can introduce the features of these armaments." Since someone wanted to introduce them to him, Noah was happy to let him speak.
"Praise the grace of the omnissiah!" The Tech-Priest excitedly stood up, his mechanical eyes flickering with honor. He first pointed to the flak armor of the Astra Militarum on the far left.
"This is the holy flak armor, the basic equipment of the Imperial Defense Force."
He reverently stroked the surface of the armor, "Made of synthetic fibers and plaststeel-ceramic composite plates, it can effectively resist small-caliber solid projectiles and shrapnel. The chest plate is 5mm thick and can be fitted with shoulder pads and greaves."
Noah picked up the chest plate and weighed it: "It weighs about 8 kilograms, and the protection area is limited. What about the manufacturing process?"
"It can be manufactured by Forge Worlds and industrial Worlds in certain parts of the Imperium. The specific output cannot be quantified, but it is clearly sufficient to supply all Astra Militarum operations.
However, the quality of armor produced by different Forge Worlds and industrial Worlds also varies," the Tech-Priest replied, "The most basic version only requires injection molding and simple assembly."
Next, he walked towards the Stormtrooper's Carapace armor: "This is the Carapace armor, the standard equipment of the Stormtroopers.
It uses a more advanced plaststeel alloy, with reinforced design at the joints. Compared to the armor of ordinary Astra Militarum soldiers, this set of armor, though heavier, offers significantly improved protection."
Noah noticed this set of armor; its function already began to show the rudimentary form of a power frame, which was also good equipment.
"This should also be equipped with devices similar to power armor, right?"
"Precisely! The omnissiah is discerning!" The Tech-Priest excitedly explained, "Although it cannot provide full power assistance, it can carry a simple life support system and communication equipment."
When introducing the Mark IV power armor, the Tech-Priest's tone became exceptionally reverent.
"This is the holy power armor, the glorious battle armor of the Emperor's angels. It has a built-in nuclear power pack, which can provide all-round combat enhancement."
Hearing this, Noah also reached out and took the Mark IV power armor. Then, with a gentle squeeze, he left a thumbprint on the surface of the power armor.
"It looks alright, but it's really just so-so. But it doesn't matter, now the Space Marines have replaced their power armor, so this is not a problem.
The Imperium can still supply the power armor for the Space Marines."
Although the Segmentum Obscurus 108 Worlds suffered heavy damage, this did not mean that the power armor required by the Space Marines could not be supplied.
The power armor of the Space Marines still came from the power armor of the Terran Federation, and they were all directly made of necrodermis armor.
However, the necrodermis armor of the power armor equipped by different soldiers also differed; some were entirely made of it, while others only had a surface layer.
The cost issue was, after all, a factor here.
Finally, arriving before the Terminator armor, the Tech-Priest was almost prostrating in reverence: "This is the most sacred Tactical Dreadnought Armor, capable of operating in the most adverse environments."
"However, there are deficiencies in production and mobility, especially in production, which requires the most powerful artisans to handcraft each piece, and mass industrial production is not yet possible."
The Tech-Priest meticulously introduced all the data of these power armors and armors to Noah. After listening to all the introductions, Noah waved his hand.
"Very good, you can leave now. Go find Vita, tell him I sent you, and ask him to guide you. I think you still have some potential and can learn a lot."
For a great person, changing the fate of a small person only requires a single sentence, and this was perfectly Daemonstrated at this moment. With Noah's words, this ordinary Tech-Priest was destined to reach the pinnacle.
"Th-thank you for the grace of the omnissiah!" The Tech-Priest was so excited that his mechanical joints trembled, almost kneeling to kiss Noah's boots. He had never imagined that a simple equipment introduction could earn such an honor.
Noah nodded slightly: "Remember, science needs to be passed down. Although Vita has just become my student, he already has considerable accomplishments in engineering. Follow him and learn humbly."
"I will! I will live up to the omnissiah's expectations!" The Tech-Priest bowed repeatedly and carefully exited the laboratory.
After the Tech-Priest left, Noah refocused his attention on the displayed armor. His finger lightly traced the indentation on the surface of the Mark IV power armor—the fingerprint he had left during his test just now.
"Insufficient material strength, low energy utilization efficiency, flaws in ergonomic design..." Noah murmured his assessment, his mind already beginning to construct new design proposals.
He walked to the holographic workstation, his hands moving rapidly in the air. The design blueprints of the four armors were decomposed into basic elements and reassembled in virtual space.
"The production convenience of the flak armor... the modular design of the Stormtrooper armor... the energy system concept of the power armor... plus the protection philosophy of the Terminator..." Noah muttered to himself, each design decision meticulously calculated.
Three hours later, a brand new armor design began to take shape. This armor looked heavier than flak armor but much simpler than power armor.
"The basic frame uses high-strength plaststeel formed by stamping, with replaceable ceramic composite armor plates added to key areas," Noah called up the material data.
The power armor was a complete, sealed power armor, and various life support devices were added to address the issue of Astra Militarum soldiers losing combat effectiveness in space.
This model of power armor was not significantly different from the Space Marines' previous power armor, except that it was lighter and did not make ordinary soldiers feel as if it were a second skin.
But for ordinary soldiers, it was sufficient.
As for the names of these materials mentioned by Noah, they were naturally not materials in the traditional sense, but rather materials that had been continuously used.
Like steel, they had various names over time, but most people still referred to them as steel, regardless of whether they were alloys or not.
Finally, a lightweight power armor, somewhere between power armor and flak armor, was born in Noah's hands.
This armor was named Imperial Guard Type I Armor.
In Noah's design, this power armor could be produced by most Adeptus Mechanicus Forge Worlds and would gradually replace the ordinary armor currently equipped by the Astra Militarum.
After completing this armor design, Noah directly threw the news to Guilliman to handle.
Undoubtedly, that was what an imperial regent was for; these matters could be handed over to the Department of the Interior and Guilliman to deal with.
Guilliman, who was frantically busy with the Departmento Administra, quickly received the Imperial Guard power armor that Noah had teleported to him.
Looking at the power armor in front of him, which had a very simple production structure, could be produced by most forge worlds, and was of a universal type, Guilliman almost shed tears.
Finally, finally, is the Imperium's basic combat strength going to become even stronger? Is this the benefit of having a bigshot in the family?
So exhilarating!
The development of the Imperium had been almost stagnant for ten thousand years.
Those Tech-Priests were all only concerned with working behind closed doors, or else they valued their technology more than anything else.
Except for Dora Caul, no one was willing to reveal their black technology.
The power armor of the Imperium, let alone that of the ordinary Imperial Guard, had seen almost no improvements, even for the Space Marines.
Now, has someone finally thought of those loyal Imperial Guard soldiers?
As expected of the great Warmaster Noah.
Great Omnissiah, his ideas are indeed completely different from those of the Adeptus Mechanicus!
Guilliman was probably so busy that he felt like he was flying, but after receiving this item from Noah, he immediately began to immerse himself in the intense and exciting process of deploying power armor manufacturing.
"Order the Astropaths to transmit the blueprints for this power armor to all forge worlds, and use our pipeline system, stargate system, and FTL ships to deliver this technology to all forge worlds, so they can immediately begin production!"
"The first batch of power armor produced should first be sent to the Schola Progenium in the various new sectors, where the officers, commissars, and Tempestus Scions being trained there will be equipped first and taught how to use them."
"In addition, the Departmento Munitorum should immediately begin work on creating a user manual for this power armor, which will then be printed and distributed to all Astra Militarum!"
"The Imperial Guard is undergoing a complete transformation. At a time like this, anyone who fails to do their job properly shouldn't blame the Warmaster for personally coming to find them!"
Guilliman spoke these words with great seriousness, clearly addressing the High Lords and the bigwigs of the Departmento Munitorum.
"Don't blame me for not warning you, with just a word from the Warmaster, those Adeptus Mechanicus fellows will go through fire and water for their Omnissiah. Whether you can survive then will be an unknown."
"All who obstruct the Imperial Truth, all who obstruct the great Omnissiah of the Imperium, the great divine halo of the Imperium, will become enemies of the Imperium and will be ruthlessly abandoned by the Imperium.
The Imperium has never made a sacrifice too great to bear!"
To emphasize the gravity of the matter, Guilliman deliberately deepened his tone, explaining the situation to everyone.
The Custodians responsible for conveying Guilliman's orders immediately transmitted this command to all High Lords, urging them to work overtime to pass this resolution first.
The High Lords, who were originally dealing with various messy administrative affairs, immediately held this meeting and discussion under the urging of the Custodians.
They held a meeting for only a few seconds and unanimously passed the resolution. The Departmento Administra began to operate at high speed, and the Departmento Munitorum started mobilizing various personnel.
They began to study this light power armor in advance and tried to figure out how to use it in combat, in order to compile a manual for the Imperial Guard.
As for the Imperium's forge worlds, they were also exceptionally efficient. Upon receiving this technology, they immediately sprang into action. This was a directive from the Omnissiah; anyone who dragged their feet would no longer be the Fabricator-General of a forge world.
Millions of Imperial worlds across the Imperium began to move on a grand scale, with vast amounts of resources being sent to the forge worlds in each sector.
And the forge worlds rapidly produced large quantities of light power armor within a mere four days, beginning to supply the Astra Militarum in their respective sectors.
The Departmento Munitorum Daemonstrated unprecedented efficiency, developing training manuals within just three days and compiling them into booklets ready for distribution to the Astra Militarum everywhere.
At this moment, the Imperium's efficiency increased by more than a hundredfold.
And Guilliman watched this scene unfold.
He was deeply moved; the Imperium had finally come back to life.
With the Emperor and the Warmaster presiding, the Imperium finally radiated its true vitality, and the Emperor's condition was also improving. The Imperium seemed to be thriving and moving towards revival, except for those bugs on the edge of the galaxy.
Perhaps the Warmaster's development of power armor for the Astra Militarum was not unrelated to those bugs.
Thinking of the overwhelming fleets of Tyranids and their ground forces, even Guilliman, who had been busy with administrative affairs in the Departmento Administra, couldn't help but frown at this moment.
The scale of the Tyranid swarm was simply too vast, far exceeding any Tyranid fleet the Imperium had faced before. Although the Custodian Guard fleet was currently fighting the Tyranids, seemingly delaying their entry into the Ultima Segmentum.
But this did not mean Guilliman could relax.
Where was the Ultima Segmentum?
The Ultima Segmentum was the core region of the Ultramarines, and it could not be lost. So, even though Guilliman was still handling these matters in the Departmento Administra, his attention to the Ultima Segmentum had not diminished in the slightest.
The Ultramarines, as the most reliable Space Marines in the Imperium, were also leaders in their response. During the time the Custodian Guard had been blocking the Tyranid fleet's advance, the Ultramarines had already mobilized.
They deployed a large number of orbital defense facilities on various worlds and planets on the periphery, and, with a large number of Mechanicus Skitarii as their core, they had laid out their combat plans.
To deal with these Tyranids, the most important thing was to use steel. Only steel could make them retreat. If there were large amounts of biomass, they would fight desperately.
This conclusion was the most effective one the Imperium had reached regarding the Tyranids: if they couldn't find food along their path, they would naturally leave obediently, instead of fighting all the way to the end.
However, to make the Tyranids retreat in the face of difficulties, the Ultramarines would likely have to suffer considerable casualties.
But now that the Warmaster had sent this new power armor, this situation would surely take a turn for the better.
Thinking this, Guilliman turned and re-immersed himself in handling administrative affairs. He now had to continue diligently managing the Imperium's governance and dispatching reinforcements to the Ultima Segmentum, so that when war broke out, the Ultima Segmentum would have the strength to fight.
The Lord Regent once again began his most familiar work of endless paperwork and meetings.
And what was Noah doing, having already completed the development of the power armor?
As a scientist, he certainly wouldn't be idle. He was currently educating the Adeptus Mechanicus priests of the Imperium, imparting more knowledge to the Archmagi so they could help him with some basic scientific research.
Everything in the Imperium was proceeding at full throttle, except for the Custodian Guard constantly clashing with the Tyranids on the outskirts of the Ultima Segmentum, and a powerful ork army heading towards the 108 Worlds of the Maelstrom.
The arrival of the orks was perfectly normal, as everyone understood how intense the previous war in the 108 Worlds of the Nebulous Sector had been.
It was no different from the War in Heaven, and the orks, who yearned for war, were naturally drawn to such a large-scale conflict.
Theoretically, the orks should have arrived during the war, but their navigation technology was simply too unreliable.
Thus, it wasn't until the war in the 108 Worlds of the Nebulous Sector had ended that the orks finally amassed an army they were satisfied with and headed in that direction.
However, it must be said that they chose a really good time, as the fleets in the Nebulous Sector had already been dispatched in all directions.
human fleets were either chasing the Aeldari or fighting the Tyranids on the edge of the galaxy.
The fleets Noah could mobilize were no longer just his own patrol fleets; instead, he was left with only a limited number of Imperial warships.
One day, while Noah was continuing to teach knowledge to the large group of Archmagi under him, a Custodian entered Noah's classroom.
"Warmaster," the one who entered was a Custodian.
Otherwise, if anyone else were to be stared at by a large group of Archmagi with murderous intent, even an Astartes would likely feel some apprehension.
However, this Custodian completely ignored the Archmagi's gazes, quickly walked up to Noah, and presented him with the current intelligence report.
At the same time, he briefly reported the current situation to Noah.
"Warmaster, we have detected an ork fleet opening a warp portal and appearing approximately two light-years from our current position."
"According to the Departmento Munitorum's estimates, these orks will reach the 108 Worlds of Nebulous Sector in about 15 days."
Noah, who was teaching the Archmagi, stopped his lesson upon hearing this and addressed all the Archmagi.
"Today's class will end here. I have military matters to attend to, so subsequent classes for the next few days will need to be canceled as appropriate."
Noah then left, while the Archmagi glared with murderous intent at the retreating back of the Custodian.
It wasn't until the Custodian also followed Noah out that they finally exchanged glances.
Almost all the Archmagi could see the burning rage in each other's eyes through their optical sensors, wishing they could tear those orks to pieces!
Knowledge is precious and priceless in the Mechanicus, and now Omnissiah himself was personally teaching them knowledge—this was every Mechanicus Archmagos's dream!!!
But now, halfway through the class, Omnissiah was actually forced to leave them by these orks!!!
These Archmagi, who had always been engrossed in research, almost instantly hardened their hearts and chose to leave.
Omnissiah wasn't here anymore, so what were they still doing here?
Didn't they hear the Custodian say that these orks would arrive in 15 days? The right thing to do was to gather their Ark Fleets and join Omnissiah in wiping them out!
Hundreds of Mechanicus Archmagi filed out, and soon this news spread among the Archmagi of the Mechanicus.
The first batch of Mechanicus Archmagi to receive instruction from Noah numbered 679.
These 679 individuals were to receive two months of instruction from Noah, but now the arrival of the Tyranids meant that Noah would have to delay subsequent courses.
This undoubtedly infuriated these 679 Archmagi.
Therefore, when Noah left to go to the Departmento Munitorum to receive intelligence on these orks, these 679 Archmagi also boarded their warships and returned to their Forge Worlds through various means such as the Webway, Stargates, and warp travel.
Who were they? They were Archmagi of the Mechanicus!
Were the Archmagi of the Mechanicus merely scholars?
No! That's wrong. Academic exchanges were inherently dangerous, and at such times, it was up to the Skitarii Legions and their Ark Fleets to handle things.
Almost all Archmagi had their own Mechanicus Ark Fleets and Skitarii Legions.
After all, academic matters could also lead to differing opinions, and at such times, mutual conflict was inevitable.
Whose fleet was stronger, whose Skitarii Legions were stronger, represented that their school of thought and theories were more correct.
After returning to their respective Forge Worlds, the 679 Mechanicus Archmagi quickly began to mobilize their Mechanicus Ark Fleets, preparing to fight the invading ork army to the death!
Furthermore, among these 679 Mechanicus Archmagi, a full 300 of them had Titan Legions on their planets!!!
A Mechanicus Titan Legion could have as few as 30-40 Warhound-class Titans, or as many as 200!!!
Rage clouded the minds of these Archmagi. Besides bringing their Ark Fleets, they also brought out the Titan Legions from their Forge Worlds, determined to teach these orks a lesson!
The Titan God-Machines were the will of Omnissiah, and now these orks dared to provoke Noah. It was time for these Titan God-Machines to spread Omnissiah's wrath!
The major mobilization on the Mechanicus side was observed by the Custodian and Noah, and this was exactly what they wanted.
The reason the Custodian directly entered the classroom to report this matter was precisely to prompt the Mechanicus fleets to deploy.
After all, Noah's Imperial warship numbers were not many, and the patrol fleets had already been fully committed to the battle against the Tyranids.
At such a time, if the Mechanicus fleets were not allowed to fight, then the Imperium would have no other source to draw warships from.
Moreover, how could Noah only just discover these ork fleets appearing around the 108 Worlds of the Nebulous Sector??
After these Archmagi began to act as Noah had anticipated, the Custodian then submitted a detailed account of the developments to Noah.
"Well done. To be honest, I think it's a waste for you to serve as ordinary soldiers, especially since many governors in this Imperium are like wastes!!"
"Who proposed this idea?
Since he could propose such a good suggestion, then let him go out and serve as a governor to benefit a region."
Heaven help me, Noah's words were absolutely well-intentioned. He wanted the Custodian to realize his greater value and create more benefits for the Imperium, but these words landed differently in the Custodian's ears.
Although the accompanying Custodian knew that Noah was rewarding them, but... for the Custodian, protecting the Emperor and the Warmaster was their duty. Going out to be a governor was somewhat undesirable.
But this was the Warmaster's command, and the Warmaster's command was the Emperor's command. How could they refuse?
Therefore, the Custodian accompanying Noah calmly replied.
"Understood, Warmaster. I will convey your order to that Custodian and have him serve as a governor. He will surely be very pleased."
When the massive ork fleet, clustered around a moon of war, appeared at the edge of the Segmentum Obscurus 108 Worlds, the Tech-Priests had already gathered their Forge Fleets.
376 Forge Fleets lined up, and with the auxiliary fleets beside them, the warships in this airspace even exceeded ten thousand.
In addition to these Forge Fleet ships, some destroyers, frigates, and strike cruisers that had already been manufactured in the Segmentum Tempestus also arrayed with the Forge Fleets to meet the enemy.
However, unlike the Forge Fleets, which foolishly remained in place waiting for the enemy to approach their firing range, the frigates, destroyers, and strike cruisers accompanying them had already opened fire on the ork fleet.
After all, one strikes the enemy with a distance unit of light-years, while the other must wait until they are close enough to strike.
There was indeed a huge gap in warship performance, but the Archmagos did not feel the slightest discomfort.
The Archmagos looked with longing eyes at the strike cruisers, destroyers, and frigates firing around them.
Some Archmagos even knelt directly on the ground, proclaiming it a miracle of the omnissiah.
The Tech-Priests and Protectorate soldiers beside them continuously chanted hymns praising the great omnissiah.
From the mediocrity of thought, omnissiah, save us!
From the lies of heretics, circuits, protect us!
From the wrath of beasts, steel, shield us!
From the temptation of flesh, silicon, purify us!
From the ravages of destroyers, soul, shelter us!
From this decaying cage of flesh, Machine God, free us!
As a technological sect, the Adeptus Mechanicus was ignorant because they engaged in faith and worship.
But when everything they believed in became real, when the omnissiah truly appeared before them, the Adeptus Mechanicus would be crazier than any army of the Imperium.
While it's hard to fully describe the extent of the Adeptus Mechanicus' madness, everyone saw that when the massive ork fleet appeared before the Adeptus Mechanicus' Forge Fleet, no Tech-Priest retreated.
This hymn to the omnissiah was continuously broadcast in the vacuum of space. Regardless of the fact that there was nothing in space, how were these sounds propagated?
The answer is: through any ripple you can perceive, praise!
Whether you have a hearing system or not, this song will always play in your ears in ways you never imagined!
The scale of an ork fleet was enormous; with a moon of war as its core, it was surrounded by various ork-style warships and spaceships. Large numbers of orks roared "WAAAGH!"
"For the omnissiah!" a Archmagos shouted over the fleet-wide broadcast, "Let these savage orks witness the true power of technology!"
The broadside macro cannon arrays of the Forge Fleets began to unleash their power, ancient but immensely powerful shots whistling towards the ork fleet.
Although their range was not as good as the Imperium's new warships, every hit could blast huge holes in the ork ships.
The ork moon of war was not to be outdone; countless launch ports suddenly opened on its surface, and a dense swarm of rockets, like a hive, surged towards the human fleet.
"Activate void shields! All ships maintain maneuverability!" the Archmagos of the Forge Fleet calmly issued commands.
The two armies began a massive battle, but Noah did not intervene in this battle. He merely watched from afar on his soul River Heart as the Adeptus Mechanicus fleet and the ork fleet clashed.
It must be said that as a scientific leader, Noah didn't particularly like guys like the Adeptus Mechanicus who did technology well but then also got involved in religion.
However, the power they unleashed after having a correct belief in religion was indeed impressive.
"The outcome of the war is no longer in suspense; the Adeptus Mechanicus' Forge Fleet is destined to win. Alright, now let's redirect our attention back to the Tyranid Swarm."
Noah continued to observe the battle for about two hours, then he withdrew his gaze and began to resume his research on the war with the Tyranid Swarm.
Nothing was more important than fighting the Tyranid Swarm, and what Noah needed to do most now was to curb the Tyranid Swarm's tactic of being destroyed and then re-consuming its own biomass to produce new warships.
More powerful Disintegration Cannons needed to be developed!
the federation's technology library certainly had powerful enough Disintegration Cannons, but these Disintegration Cannons were not sufficient to be equipped on Imperial warships.
The reasons were, of course, very simple: on one hand, it was the issue of energy cores, and on the other hand, it was the issue of materials.
Although the Segmentum Obscurus 108 Worlds could produce highly efficient warships, the main combat force was still destined to be handled by the Imperial Fleet.
Therefore, Noah had to lower the technological content of the Disintegration Cannon while simultaneously meeting the requirements for use on Imperial warships. A new scientific research project began.
At the edge of the Segmentum Obscurus 108 Worlds, the orks and the Adeptus Mechanicus were clashing furiously, while on planet in the center of the Segmentum Tempestus, Noah was researching Disintegration Cannon technology to enable Imperial warships to be equipped with it.
At the edge of the galaxy, the Custodes fleet continued to engage the orks, attempting to delay their advance.
Guilliman diligently equipped the Astra Militarum with the power armor provided by Noah, constantly striving to strengthen the Imperium's military power. Everyone had a bright future.
Except for the orks, who were being beaten crying by the Tech-Priests, and the hive Fleet, which was somewhat annoyed by the Custodes' harassment... Of course, among the species that all had a bright future, the Necrons were also included... The Triarch Council had discovered Trazyn, who had been operating in the Necron Dynasty, selling souls everywhere. This guy had clearly attracted the attention of the Triarch Council.
souls were such important things. Once Trazyn started selling them, it was inevitable that he would be noticed by the Triarch Council.
The Triarch Council has taken notice of Trazyn hawking souls across the galaxy and enabling some Necron Dynasty members to possess souls.
And besides this fellow who was selling things everywhere and allowing some dynasty members to possess souls, the Triarch Council discovered even more interesting things during further investigation.
In a Minor Necron Dynasty, specifically the Necron Dynasty in the human core region of the Segmentum Tempestus.
Some of their members actually possessed souls!
Moreover, a large number of ordinary Necron nobles possessed something similar to a soul, but not yet a complete soul!
souls, this is what the Necrons have always dreamed of.
The Silent King Szarekh's erroneous decision led to all members of the Infinite Empire being soulless.
That is why he left the galaxy to search for souls for all Necrons.
Now they have actually found them within the galaxy; how shocking is this?!
Because of this, after Hand of the Triarch Mesophetes and Haphasteh the Luminary discussed it, they immediately decided that the Triarch Council should personally investigate the situation of the souls.
After two rounds of discussions, they made the final decision that Hand of the Triarch Mesophetes would personally go to that Minor Necron Dynasty to ask them how they obtained souls.
Two world engines served as Hand of the Triarch Mesophetes' mounts, and a fleet of Necrons was also brought along, majestically heading directly to the outskirts of the Segmentum Obscurus 108 Worlds.
The Sollantek Necron Dynasty, a tiny Minor Necron Dynasty, would have had no right to be remembered by the Triarch Council in the past.
But now they had that right; a communication from the Triarch Council arrived at their dynasty first.
Oberon stared blankly at the notification from the Triarch Council he had received.
Hand of the Triarch Mesophetes of the Triarch Council will personally visit the Sollantek Necron Dynasty???
Phaeron Oberon had never imagined that his tiny Minor Necron Dynasty would attract the attention of the Triarch Council.
In an emergency, he could only summon his two Overlords, the 'Stillness Architect' Nemonteit and the 'Iron Stele Commander' Seraphis.
He prepared to discuss with these two trusted subordinates how to receive Hand of the Triarch Mesophetes, one of the Triarch Council.
"My lords, I tell you truthfully, I have received a notification from the Triarch Council that the great Hand of the Triarch Mesophetes will personally visit our dynasty."
"You all speak your minds. Where should our dynasty go from here? I can guarantee that the great Hand of the Triarch Mesophetes is coming to us because of the souls."
Oberon himself was well aware that if their dynasty could be noticed by one of the Triarch Council, it must be because of the souls.
What can be done?
The two Overlords looked at each other, and then they reached a mutual answer.
"Phaeron, we just need to report truthfully. Anyway, we are just buyers, so let the Triarch Council negotiate with that human. Besides, we don't have any vested interest in this matter."
What to do? Nothing!
What does this have to do with them?
They were just procurement personnel. Why couldn't they reveal this news?
If this news got out, Noah could gain more customers. Isn't that good news?
It's just that Trazyn would be a bit pitiful.
But this was a member of the Triarch Council coming to inquire, and it wasn't a representative but the person themselves. They should be able to understand, right?
"Great minds think alike. I also think so. Anyway, this is not a bad thing for us. We just need to report truthfully."
Oberon's thoughts were almost identical to those of his two subordinates.
However, even though they had made their own decision, there was still one more thing they needed to do.
"Although we have decided to report truthfully to the Triarch Council, I think it is necessary to give that great human Warmaster some advance notice."
"Trazyn's loss of interest is meaningless to us, but we need to ask the human Warmaster for his opinion.
If he is pleased with what we say, then we are meritorious for bringing him so many Necron Dynasty customers."
"Maybe we can get unexpected rewards, and even if we are not meritorious.
Reporting this matter to that great human Warmaster in advance can also prevent him from having any ill will towards us."
Oberon proudly spoke his words, and after he finished, the other two Overlords bowed in unison.
"Phaeron, your insight is profound!"
"As expected of Phaeron! You can easily think of things that both of us can't. We worship you!"
Upon hearing this, Oberon also showed a proud expression, extending his hand and gesturing to the people in front of him.
"You flatter me, you flatter me. This is everyone's credit, this is everyone's credit. I will not enjoy this glory alone!"
It was clear that Oberon was very pleased with the flattery from his two Overlords.
After gaining a soul, Oberon's emotions obviously became richer, and similarly, his two Necron Overlords' emotions also became exceptionally rich. The three lively characters praised each other for a while.
After the praise ended, Oberon re-opened the communicator and requested to communicate with Noah. Noah, who was in the laboratory, also received the communication request from the Necrons.
Upon receiving such a communication, Noah casually piled up the materials he was researching and then connected to the other party's communication.
"Oberon, why do you have time to call me? There must be something. I'm doing experiments here, so keep it short. Don't play your noble etiquette."
Out of respect for the patron, Noah was willing to listen to the other party, but the other party had better keep it brief and not waste his time.
"Warmaster, there's an important situation I need to report to you," Oberon said respectfully. "Hand of the Triarch Mesophetes of the Triarch Council is about to visit, with the aim of understanding the soul reshaping technology."
"However, Trazyn has been too ostentatious outside, and has therefore attracted the attention of the Triarch Council."
"We mean no ill will in telling you this, Warmaster. We are just giving you a heads-up. After all, we are just a Minor Dynasty, and we are obliged to answer the Triarch Council's inquiries."
Having received the message from Oberon, Noah pondered for a moment, then summarized.
"Your meaning is that because Trazyn is selling souls outside, it has attracted the attention of your Triarch Council."
"One of your Triarch Council members is coming here personally to ask where your souls are?"
"Yes, that's correct, Warmaster."
"After all, you should be aware that souls are extremely important to us Necrons. Now that souls have appeared here, it will naturally attract the attention of our highest authority, the Triarch Council."
Oberon once again respectfully echoed Noah's words.
"Then, according to your estimation, if your Triarch Council's so-called Hand of the Triarch Mesophetes comes to me, will he try to seize the souls by force or conduct a peaceful transaction?"
Noah was not a Necrons after all, and his contact with Necrons was limited, not enough for proper data analysis, so he asked the other party.
Oberon answered decisively without much thought.
"I can assure you, it is absolutely impossible to seize them from you by war or force. After all, souls are too important to us Necrons. If trade is possible, then trade will be our first choice."
"You should also know that if our consciousness continues to disappear, our brilliant civilization will completely perish. A mechanical civilization that has lost its soul is almost on the verge of death."
"In order to find souls, our most powerful Silent King, Szarekh, even went beyond the galaxy for our entire Necron Empire to find a way to obtain souls."
Fearing that Noah might misunderstand and possibly initiate a war, Oberon quickly explained to Noah.
And after his explanation, the smile on Noah's face became even brighter.
"Then, without a doubt, this is a good thing."
"As you said, since it's mainly about trade, then this is normal commercial exchange. You can tell the other party about the souls."
"How about this, if I reach a deal with others, then 0.001% of the transaction amount can be converted into souls for you and given to your Dynasty. This reward is for you coming to inform me of this situation."
Merit should be rewarded, and mistakes should be punished. No one here made a mistake, and the other party was able to come and inform him of this matter before their highest authority arrived, which undoubtedly showed great sincerity.
The other party showed such sincerity and explained his attitude, so giving him some benefits was also acceptable. 0.001% of the transaction volume given to them as a soul reward would suffice.
Oberon heard this, and his entire mechanical face almost bloomed like a chrysanthemum.
0.001% of the entire transaction volume, what this meant was self-evident.
How many people in the Necron Empire needed these souls was almost impossible to count.
Now he could get this 0.001% of the transaction volume!
Among other things, he was 100% confident that this 0.001% of the transaction volume should be enough to satisfy all the people in his entire Necron Dynasty with soul seeds, and even have surplus to sell to others for business!
Excited, Oberon quickly expressed his gratitude to Noah repeatedly through his communicator.
"Thank you for your generosity! The Solantek Dynasty will forever remember this kindness!" Oberon's mechanical voice trembled slightly with excitement.
He could almost foresee that his Dynasty would become an important presence in Necron society because of this.
At least it wouldn't be like now, just a Minor Necron Dynasty in a corner of the Empire; at the very least, it could become a medium-sized Dynasty.
Everyone having a soul, what kind of advantage was that? And with such an advantage, they would inevitably receive a tilt of resources from the Triarch Council.
After ending the communication with Noah, Oberon became somewhat smug.
Look at them, and then look at that poor Trazyn. He ran around, earning meager profits, which was not as much as this one communication of his. This is called choice being greater than effort.
If that guy had been a little smarter, not running around, and had decisively sought out the Triarch Council, then this profit would have been his. It's a pity that guy lost a huge watermelon for a tiny sesame seed!
Oberon's smugness was visible, so when he hung up the communication with Noah, his two Necron Overlords also smiled when they saw his expression.
They had known each other for over 60 million years, including the time they spent sleeping together, so they knew what their Phaeron's smile meant.
Undoubtedly, this meant that something very good had happened; their Dynasty had encountered a good thing.
After the few of them laughed together for a while, the laughter gradually subsided.
"Your Majesty Phaeron, it seems your conversation with that human Warmaster went very smoothly?" The Iron Stele Commander Seraphis asked tentatively.
Oberon's mechanical eyes gleamed with excitement: "More than just smooth! Warmaster Noah promised that 0.001% of the total future soul trade with the Triarch Council will be given to our Dynasty as a reward!"
The two Overlords, hearing this, their mechanical bodies trembled slightly with shock. This number sounded small, but considering the vast population of the entire Necron Empire, it was absolutely an astonishing fortune.
"This... this is enough for everyone in our Dynasty to regain their souls!" The Necron Architect Nemonteit said excitedly, "There will even be a large surplus for trade!"
Oberon nodded smugly: "More importantly, our Dynasty will become the bridge connecting humanity and the Triarch Council. This political capital is far more valuable than resources."
As the three were celebrating, a lavishly decorated Necron vessel slowly entered the Dynasty's airspace. It was the personal ship of the Hand of the Triarch Mesophetes.
"Prepare to receive him." Oberon straightened his robes. "Remember, we must show respect to the Triarch Council.
Although the revival of our Dynasty is imminent, if we offend the Triarch Council now, everything will be like a castle in the air."
When Mesophyt stepped into the royal court, Oberon led all the nobles in a respectful bow.
To their surprise, the attitude of this Triarch Council member was much gentler than expected.
"Phaeron Oberon," Mesophyt got straight to the point, "I hear your Dynasty has established a soul trade with a mysterious force. The Triarch Council is very interested in this."
The Hand of the Triarch Mesophetes personally spoke to him, a Phaeron of a Minor Necron Dynasty, which was his honor.
Oberon became even more excited, and at the same time, grateful to Noah. If it weren't for Noah, how could someone like him be qualified to meet one of the Triarch Council?
At most, an envoy would come to declare an edict to him.
"Esteemed Lord of the Shadow Hand," Oberon respectfully bowed, "the news you received is entirely accurate. We have indeed established a soul trade relationship with Noah, the Warmaster of the Imperium."
A flicker of surprise crossed Mesophite's mechanical eyes: "humans? Are you sure it's that species that just Daemonstrated faster-than-light combat capabilities on the edge of the galaxy?"
"Precisely them." Oberon pulled up the records of his transactions with Noah. "And the level of technology they've displayed far exceeds our previous understanding."
The Shadow Hand Mesophite naturally wouldn't take one person's word for it. He first gestured to his guard behind him, who stepped forward and used detection equipment to scan the souls of these several Pope and Overlords.
Only after the Three Saints' Guard presented their findings did Mesophite nod.
"Very good, you all have souls, which proves that part of your words are credible.
I believe you wouldn't dare to lie to the Three Saints' Council, so I am willing to trust what you say. Now, tell me, how do you conduct these transactions?"
Souls were of utmost importance, so he didn't want to delay any longer; instead, he was eager to know how souls were obtained.
Oberon had already prepared for Mesophite's question.
He reached out and handed over a data core. Inside were the prices for finished souls and individual souls, a price he had quietly increased by 0.001%.
Since Noah was willing to give them benefits, they naturally couldn't just accept them for free. At the very least, the resources and souls they obtained needed to be reimbursed to Noah, right?
Anyway, their own Infinite Empire certainly wasn't short on these resources, and souls were indeed a rigid demand for the Infinite Empire, so what was wrong with letting the other party earn a little more?
Noah's prices were so cheap, wasn't it normal to add a markup?!
Oberon's inner thoughts were very simple, and his act of adding a 0.001% markup was naturally seen through by the Shadow Hand Mesophite at a glance.
Noah's prices were usually whole numbers, and then Oberon added some decimal places at the end. How abstract was that?
After seeing the prices, Sophie wasn't angry; instead, he nodded approvingly, then reached out and patted Oberon's head.
"Those few resources after the decimal point must be what you added, right? I mean, if you just want to make a little money, you don't have to be so stingy, do you?"
"The Three Saints' Council will naturally reward those who perform well, you don't need to worry about that. And we can accept you adding a little to the price, after all, this price list is indeed very cheap."
"Furthermore, who has ever seen so many digits after the decimal point added to a whole number resource? This is clearly imprecise. Next time, do a better job when you work, don't be so foolish."
The Shadow Hand Mesophite was relieved that the other party had only added such a small amount of resources, only wanting to make a small profit.
At least this guy wasn't thinking of profiting from national misfortune, or trying to swindle the Three Saints' Council.
He just wanted to make a small profit, that's all.
The price they offered was far, far lower than the price that beast Taraxin had quoted.
This small Necron Dynasty wasn't like Taraxin, who directly doubled his profits.
It felt like a beggar asking a billionaire for alms and getting five credits.
What he found a bit abstract was that the method of adding to the price was truly outrageous; adding these resources after a single decimal point was somewhat unreasonable.
"Ah, was I discovered?" Oberon, now with a soul, was clearly much more emotional, so he opened his mouth wide, somewhat disbelieving that he had actually been found out.
"Never mind, it's of no consequence." Mesophite waved his hand. "At least it proves you aren't insatiably greedy. Now, take me to see that human Warmaster."
Mesophite didn't want to waste time on such minor issues. What he wanted to do now was to meet Noah, the human Warmaster, and sign a trade and supply agreement with him.
So many people in the Infinite Empire were in need of souls.
But unexpectedly, when he uttered these words, Oberon fell into a daze… Oh no, he seemed to have forgotten to tell the Warmaster in advance that representatives from the Three Saints' Council would need to meet with them upon arrival.
He had completely forgotten about meeting the Warmaster and hadn't informed Noah.
A hint of embarrassment appeared on Oberon's face.
Seeing the embarrassed expression on the other party's face, how could Mesophite not know? This guy hadn't even bothered to inform Noah.
He raised his metallic finger, somewhat exasperated, and pointed at Oberon.
"You, you're utterly useless! If your father had one more son, I wouldn't have allowed you to inherit his position as Fa Huang. Now look at you, you're simply a good-for-nothing!"
"You're going to be the death of me, you clown! I told you about this in advance. Didn't you have to tell the Warmaster beforehand so that when I arrived, I could meet him? How exactly did you handle this, you brat?"
"You idiot, you're infuriating me! No wonder a perfectly good medium-sized dynasty was run into the ground by you and turned into a small one. How can you face your father? How can you face me?"
Sophie was truly enraged!
He and Oberon had some kind of connection; he was acquainted with Oberon's father. And this dynasty had once been a medium-sized dynasty, not a small one.
The main reason was that his old acquaintance's son was incompetent. He inherited the position of Fa Huang, and since he was the only son, the dynasty gradually declined.
This guy, for some unknown reason, was obsessed with studying the Warp, turning the dynasty into a mess. Although he did achieve something in his knowledge of the Warp,
He was truly useless in everything else… The mechanical hand that had gently stroked Oberon before now became a single finger, constantly tapping, tapping, tapping on his mechanical head.
Due to having a soul, Oberon's reactions were much more vivid; he covered his head with both hands, trying to curl into a ball to avoid the incessant tapping of the finger.
The two continued like this for a long time, while the surrounding Three Saints' Council guards all turned their heads away, not looking at the scene.
And the two Overlords of the Solan Tique Necron Dynasty also turned their heads away, not daring to look at the sight of their Fa Huang being tapped.
Their boss was making a fool of himself now. If they were to be so unobservant as to watch and remember all of this, then they would be the ones making fools of themselves later.
This won't do, didn't see it, didn't see it, saw nothing at all!
The two Necron Overlords kept muttering to themselves like two clowns.
The muttering of the two Necron Overlords beside him made Mesophite's mouth twitch even more.
So, this Necron Dynasty transforming from a medium-sized dynasty into a small one really couldn't be blamed on anyone else; from the Fa Huang to the Overlords, they were all so abstract.
"Enough! You clowns, stop this at once! Go and contact that Warmaster for me, immediately!"
"Yes, yes, yes! I'll contact him right away!" Oberon fumbled to activate the communication device. Just as he was about to connect to Noah's channel, a holographic projection suddenly appeared in the center of the royal court.
Noah's figure slowly emerged, a half-smile on his face: "It seems I've arrived at just the right time?"
Mesophyt immediately retracted his finger, resuming his dignified posture: "Warmaster, first time meeting, Hand of the Triarch Mesophetes greets you."
For someone like Noah, who could change the status quo of the Necron Dynasty, and even bestow a soul upon the Necron Dynasty, he was willing to show sufficient respect.
Oberon also breathed a sigh of relief, quickly bowing: "Warmaster! We were just about to contact you..."
"No need to explain." Noah waved his hand, "I've been following the developments here. Mesophyt, welcome to the Segmentum Tempestus."
"I imagine you're here for the souls I provide. I believe Oberon has already given you the quote for souls, and the price he gave is the price I give."
As a leading scientist, how could Noah not know that Oberon had secretly added 0.001% to his price?
However, since the other party intended to do so, there was no need for him to disappoint them. Therefore, Noah decisively added that extra amount, helping Oberon out of a bind.
"Please do not misunderstand the price he quoted; in fact, it is the price that should be given."
To prevent this honest fellow from being disliked by other Necron Dynasty, Noah once again offered an explanation for him.
And after hearing Noah's words, Hand of the Triarch Mesophetes.
He immediately agreed.
"I fully understand your meaning, thank you."
Noah's willingness to speak such words for his good-for-nothing friend's descendant was a favor, and he intended to accept this favor.
The two exchanged a smile, one could only say that fools have their blessings, precisely because he was foolish.
Therefore, Noah was willing to help him out.
"Alright, his matter is more or less resolved. Let's discuss the main business now."
After helping Oberon, the foolish Necron Phaeron, Noah redirected the conversation back to the matter of souls.
The moon of war and the Singularity Core both required a large amount of resources, so doing business with the Necron Dynasty was imperative; Noah needed these things.
And upon hearing Noah's intention to discuss souls, the other party immediately nodded briskly.
"You are right; let us now discuss the matter of souls. The matter of souls is the true great affair of the Infinite Empire."
"I have thoroughly reviewed the price you have offered, and it is very fair. The Infinite Empire can afford this price, but I wonder if you can provide the vast quantity of souls required by the Infinite Empire."
Mesophyt actually knew very well that the resources Noah wanted were definitely not for creating souls. If those resources could create souls, there would be no reason for the Necrons not to have figured it out.
The one truly capable of creating souls was the top scientist, the Warmaster of the Imperium of Man, standing before him!
Who knew why the Imperium of Man would appoint a top scientist as Warmaster, but this had nothing to do with the Infinite Empire. The Infinite Empire's true concern was whether humanity could provide enough souls.
The accumulation of a former galactic Overlord was beyond imagination, and moreover, the Necrons could travel through the galaxy at speeds exceeding infinite times the speed of light.
The places they could gather resources were not just the small galaxy, but they could conduct their collection operations in a vast number of star systems across the universe.
"Quantity?"
"You don't have to worry about the quantity. I understand the vastness of your Infinite Empire, so souls can still be provided. However, there's a prerequisite: the number of finished souls is actually limited, as these things are really troublesome to produce."
"soul seeds are simpler; I can guarantee a complete supply of soul seeds. If you need a large quantity of complete souls, then you'll just have to queue up for them."
Noah knew what the other party meant, and he directly informed them of the soul capabilities he could currently provide.
soul seeds do not require Noah's personal intervention; the Psionic Legion can handle them. However, complete souls are different; these require a sentient ai, and with the Imperium's current processing methods, it's impossible to mass-produce them.
There is only one place that can mass-produce sentient ai: the 28 planets within the Segmentum Obscurus 108 Worlds, the ultimate united capital of the 28 planets!
Only this capital planet, personally overseen by Noah, can produce sentient ai, hence the limited number of finished souls.
Upon hearing this, Mesophyt showed no difficulty; instead, he smiled.
"That's enough. As long as soul seeds can supply the entire Infinite Empire, then it's already sufficient. As for finished souls, that's certainly not a problem. You and I both know these things are precious enough."
"As a noble, a noble naturally needs something to display his status. We can accept a higher price for finished souls, and their rarity also highlights true noble status."
Mesophyt expressed understanding and even supported Noah's words, as after learning that his race could obtain enough soul seeds, the heavy stone in his heart had actually fallen.
Since the survival and continuation of the race were no longer an issue, the long-standing traditions of the Necrons naturally re-emerged.
Nobles... nobles need things to display their status, and a finished soul, over these few hundred years, would undoubtedly be the best item to display status.
"I wonder if you can customize souls? I don't mean that complete souls are not good, I mean if you can customize them to be a bit special."
"You know, I am a noble, one of the top authorities of the Infinite Empire, so I think there should be a soul that matches my status, don't you agree? Price is not an issue."
As the saying goes, once survival is secured, one pursues enjoyment. As one of the top authorities of the Infinite Empire, Mesophyt felt he should be unique.
Noah, who had always been pragmatic, listened to the other party's words and had several question marks appear above his head, utterly bewildered.
It took him a while to come back to his senses and understand what the other party was referring to.
"You mean a luxury item that can display your status, is more expensive, and has more features, is that right?"
"I'm not saying what's the point of this thing? Since I provide you with something, it's naturally the best; there's no need for extra flashy stuff..."
It must be said that the Terran Federation was still too honest. When they sold things to others, the items they sold were definitely high-quality.
All the necessary functions were basically present, and it could be said that the most perfect form of a product was already presented before them.
"Don't worry about all these flashy features and what they're for.
You just need to tell me if you can customize it for me. As for resources?
Resources are not an issue. Name your price, and I'll send you the resources. Consider it making a friend!"
He, of course, knew the difference between luxury goods and ordinary goods, and naturally also knew the difference between decorative and practical items.
But this still didn't stop him from saying such words to Noah.
It was necessary to display his noble status; otherwise, wouldn't he have become a top authority of the Necron Dynasty for nothing?
Noah looked at the mechanical body of the Necrons in front of him and finally said one sentence.
"If you want it, I can certainly make it for you. I can even customize a body for you that is better than your current one.
Then, I can create a soul that perfectly matches this body, guaranteeing no problems whatsoever. Any luxury or extravagance you desire can be fulfilled. How does that sound?"
Although he didn't quite understand why this Necrons would make such a request, Noah didn't refuse the money that came knocking. After all, why not earn it?
"Good! I'll take that. Please customize a body for me. Just tell me what materials you need. Make sure to use the best and most top-tier things!"
Sophyt became excited after hearing Noah's words and said loudly.
He, of course, knew what a scientist of Noah's caliber meant.
Even in the Infinite Empire, no scientist could compare to him.
Although the art of the Imperium of Man was very abstract, all this had nothing to do with Noah. A top scientist and his weak civilization were just like this.
Coupled with the added status of being able to create souls, for the Infinite Empire, Noah at this moment was an existence almost comparable to the Silent King.
Don't misunderstand, the Infinite Empire could possess souls and continue their race, but the numbers wouldn't increase... Newly created robots wouldn't automatically have souls, so wouldn't they still have to come to Noah then?
Noah's identity was already destined to be extremely high among the Necrons, an existence comparable to the Silent King.
Such an existence personally crafting a body for him, personally creating a soul for him—how could this not be a symbol of status?
"You must build me the best body. Everything is entrusted to you!"
"Whatever you need, whatever materials, or even anything you need me to do, just speak up. I will share your burdens."
In his excitement, Mesophyt repeatedly made his assurances.
After all, if it was just about providing resources, how could it highlight the importance of Noah's involvement? Naturally, something else needed to be done.
Mesophyt didn't care at all if Noah made him do this or that. In fact, the more things Noah made him do, the more valuable that soul would be.
Don't misunderstand, doing this might cost the Infinite Empire a considerable price, but so what? Since the issue of racial survival had been resolved, wouldn't a greater price paid only further Daemonstrate his noble status?
As long as the price was reasonable, he felt he could afford it, but the premise was that it had to be reasonable.
Noah looked helplessly at this member of the Necron Triarch Council in front of him. Sometimes, he really doubted if the other party's brain was alright.
Terran Federation scientists from a utopian society truly found it difficult to understand the strange thought processes of these nobles in this universe.
What's the point of displaying one's status? What's so great about displaying this stuff?
Is it necessary to pursue such an illusory thing?
Shouldn't the things they pursue be readily available to ordinary federation citizens?
Shouldn't a normal interstellar civilization be able to achieve this, where even its lowest-level people can use the same things as their highest-level leaders?
Even after staying in the Warhammer Universe for so long, he still expressed some incomprehension towards the values of these civilizations in the Warhammer Universe. However, incomprehension is one thing, but he respected this custom.
After all, he was the one who benefited.
"If there's anything I need you to do, there really is something."
Since the other party was already so willing to be taken advantage of, it would be a waste not to propose some ideas now.
Noah wouldn't be polite. Since the other party offered himself up, he certainly had to take advantage.
"Please speak freely. Anything I can do, I will definitely help you with!"
"It's not convenient to talk here. If it's convenient, please return to your warship and pilot it into the Segmentum Tempestus World 108. We will have a fleet to meet you."
"I imagine with your technology, you should have already detected the 28 Worlds within these 108 Worlds, as well as that massive shipyard, right?"
Noah didn't intend to hide it from the other party. Since the other party had already said so, he wanted to see if he could obtain some qualified energy cores from the Necrons.
He had seen that Trazyn had a world engine personal vehicle, which was roughly the size of a moon of war.
Although Noah could confidently state that Trazyn's world engine vehicle and the moon of war he was currently building were worlds apart, their size was comparable.
This indicated that the other party should also have sufficient energy to power it.
While he couldn't directly build a qualified moon of war, building several world engines like Trazyn's to achieve victory through numerical superiority would still be quite good.
"Understood, I will return to my warship now and proceed to the location you mentioned." Mesophyt readily agreed.
Given the Necron's technology, they were certainly capable of detection.
Their conversation ended there, and Noah's projection disappeared from Mesophyt's sight.
Mesophyt, meanwhile, reached out and patted the unpromising fellow in front of him.
"Your luck is good. In human terms, you could say a fool has a fool's luck. That Warmaster probably took a liking to you, which is why he's willing to help you out like this.
Now, you must perform well here. Whether you can revive your Dynasty will depend on your future performance."
"With the resources that Warmaster is willing to give you, you can certainly return to being a medium-sized Dynasty, but whether you can leap to become a large Dynasty will depend on your own efforts."
After all, he was the son of his old friend, and his old friend had long passed away. He couldn't just watch his old friend's son continue to act like an idiot, so he chose to give him a few pointers.
As usual, the Triarch Council and Oberon's two Overlords acted as if they hadn't heard or seen anything, turning their heads away from the two.
And Oberon, at this moment, finally regained some intelligence. He didn't refute or do anything else; instead, he readily agreed.
"Understood, I will perform well!"
Mesophite nodded contentedly, then led the Three Saint Guards back to his flagship.
As the World Engine slowly sailed into the depths of the Nebulous Sector, Noah had already been waiting for a long time in orbit around the United Stars.
"Welcome to the core region of the Imperium," Noah's holographic projection appeared on Mesophite's bridge. "Please follow the guidance beacon to the dock area."
When Mesophite stepped out of his ship, he was stunned by the sight before him.
In the colossal planetary shipyard, tens of thousands of engineering vessels were busily at work. Most striking was the War Moon under construction, its scale even surpassing that of an ordinary Necron World Engine.
"Is this your new weapon?" Mesophite's voice was filled with awe.
He was not an unknowledgeable man; precisely because he was knowledgeable, he could immediately grasp the implications of the War Moon before him.
This was clearly a super battleship stronger than an ordinary World Engine.
"I didn't expect humanity to have reached this stage, but if such a large battleship were truly to be mobilized for combat, the energy required would not be a small amount. What kind of energy do you use?"
Such a massive battleship was destined not to be driven by ordinary energy. Of course, ordinary energy wasn't to say it couldn't move, but rather that even if it did move, it wouldn't be able to exert the combat power that such a massive battleship should.
These large, planet-sized battleships have always been equipped with a large number of weapons. Without sufficient power-generating equipment, they would simply be unable to unleash their full combat potential.
An ordinary World Engine can display very formidable combat power. They can easily destroy ordinary planets without even using their main guns.
They also possess reality-bending weapons, singularity weapons, and even dimension-stabilizing arrays. Force fields and pocket dimension defenses are enough to render conventional firepower directly ineffective.
Unless equally matched planetary-class battleships engage in combat, or Titan-class ships and battleships, smaller vessels are almost entirely incapable of damaging such large battleships.
human wave tactics are effective against battleships below the planetary class, but they are completely different when facing these abnormal planetary-class battleships.
Planetary-class battleships can completely ignore attacks from any vessel with insufficient technological sophistication, except for Noah's battleships and Titan-class ships.
Within the galaxy, only Necron battleships have some impact. As for conventional battleships from other civilizations launching attacks on planetary-class battleships, they are simply an existence that can be directly ignored.
With planetary-class battleships, the importance of that civilization can be said to have reached another dimension.
"The energy I use is a secondary singularity energy core..."
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"What did you say?" Mesophite's face became extremely shocked!
It's no wonder that the Necrons' living metal technology is absolutely excellent; these robots can make any expression just like living beings. This is the advantage of living metal technology.
While Noah was marveling at the opponent's impressive technology, Mesophite looked at the still-under-construction War Moon with the shock of someone who had just seen the Grim Reaper.
"You said a secondary singularity, right? Are you sure you're talking about a singularity, the kind of explosion that can create a galaxy-sized starfield?"
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"If our technological development is roughly similar, and my understanding of your meaning is correct, then yes, it's the one you're thinking of."
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Mesophite looked at Noah with an expression like he had seen a ghost, then said to him,
"No, big brother, do you think this thing is controllable? Do you know what that thing is? If something goes wrong and it explodes, our entire galaxy will be blown up!"
"You're truly something else, who could ever compare to you? You, my dear sir, why don't you put that singularity away for now?"
Mesophite's face was filled with terror.
The Necrons were not without singularity technology, but their singularity technology was limited to micro-singularity technology, used for things like energy supply, creating black holes, or igniting stars.
At most, these things could destroy a star system. They were nothing like this 'dear sir' in front of him, who had directly stuffed a secondary singularity into a planetary-class battleship like the War Moon.
With that kind of energy supply for his battleship, who could possibly win? And even if they managed to destroy his battleship, who would dare to blow it up? What if something went wrong and the singularity inside was detonated? Then the entire galaxy would truly be buried with it!!!
This kind of battleship truly counted as a 'heaven and earth co-existent' battleship. The opponent, when attacking this War Moon-class battleship, would have to pick and choose their targets, absolutely avoiding the singularity energy, otherwise, the singularity would explode and everyone would be finished.
"I'm just saying, do you have any other energy sources? I'm not questioning whether you can control the singularity, but don't you think this thing is a bit too radical?"
Mesophite was somewhat overwhelmed by Noah's current behavior. He felt that using a secondary singularity as an energy core was a bit too radical.
"Although this thing is a world-class battleship, there's no need to use singularity energy as its power source, is there? If it really comes down to it, we could use a micro-singularity."
"A micro-singularity explosion only destroys a star system. Isn't that more than enough to power a World Engine?"
"There's really no need, truly no need. Please take that secondary singularity out. There are so many other things you could be doing."
Mesophite's hands were trembling as he spoke. He felt like he was about to cry. He had only come to find Noah to understand the problem of souls.
And he also planned to inquire about the fleet on the edge of the galaxy. Who knew he would encounter such an abstract scene?
This scientist is amazing, isn't he? He truly is amazing!!!
Who dares say he isn't amazing? He's practically a god! He actually used a secondary singularity to power a battleship. If this thing explodes, the entire galaxy will be destroyed with it.
"Relax, relax. It's not as terrifying as you think. Since I've used a secondary singularity in the War Moon, it proves it's controllable, and even if it explodes, it definitely won't cause too much impact. Besides, it won't explode."
Noah guaranteed it with conviction, but Mesophite didn't believe Noah's assurances at all. He now looked at Noah as if he had seen some heaven-defying existence, and quickly kept his distance from him.
This guy looked somewhat human just now, but now he doesn't look human at all. What is he doing now? A heaven and earth co-existent battleship!!!
This thing is truly too terrifying...
"Huodie, why are you making this thing? Is there anything that requires you to build a planet-sized warship of this caliber to deal with?"
Mesophyt saw that he couldn't convince Noah to withdraw his fantastical construction plan, so he could only ask Noah what the purpose of building a warship of this level was.
What kind of thing would require a warship built around a secondary singularity core to combat? This completely defied logic. What did this Huodie need such a warship for?
What would he use the moon of war for?
This was not a secret.
After all, in this galaxy, excluding civilizations like the Necrons...
Were there any other civilizations that the Imperium of Man would need a planet-sized warship to deal with?
Actually, what the warship was for was already quite clear, so Noah directly told him.
"Of course, it's to protect our territory. I think you should know that a large Tyranid Fleet has appeared at the edge of the galaxy. These Tyranid Fleets are greedy. If they are allowed to enter the galaxy unrestrained, humanity's territory will surely be devoured."
"To counter the ever-growing scale of these Tyranid Swarms, I believe it is necessary to build planet-sized warships to contend with the enemy."
...Fighting bugs?
Mesophyt felt like he couldn't handle it anymore.
He completely couldn't understand. Although those bugs indeed posed a considerable threat and even possessed impressive combat power, couldn't they be fought with conventional weapons?
Did they really need to build such an eternal warship?
"I understand those Tyranid Swarms. While their combat power is indeed not weak...
It hasn't reached the point where we need to deploy warships of this caliber to engage them, has it?"
As he spoke, Mesophyt still looked at the moon of war with some apprehension, especially the secondary singularity energy core that the moon of war required.
How could these bugs be so important as to require a warship of this caliber to deal with them?
Putting everything else aside, if those bugs really destroyed the moon of war, it would absolutely be the end for them.
By conservative estimates, if the secondary singularity fully erupted without any restrictions, at least an area the size of five Galaxies would be affected by the explosion.
If this warship were sent directly to the main Tyranid Swarm fleet of the great devourer and then exploded, the Tyranid Swarm would probably be in deep trouble.
The energy of the Big Bang was truly terrifying.
The power of a secondary singularity explosion was so immense, yet this Warmaster actually took this singularity energy core and used it directly as an energy supply. How terrifying would the planet-sized warship built with it be?
Destroying a small star system would probably be an easy task for this warship, wouldn't it?
"Have you truly not considered that if the secondary singularity core fails and suddenly explodes, it could destroy the entire galaxy we live in?"
"No, no, you are truly overthinking it. Since I have used it in my warship, it is absolutely safe. Even if the warship is destroyed, the containment area of the singularity core will never have any problems."
Noah repeatedly waved his hand, indicating that what he was doing could absolutely not go wrong. Even if the moon of war was destroyed by the enemy, he could guarantee that the secondary singularity would never have any problems.
necrodermis armor also had different grades. Ordinary necrodermis armor had defensive capabilities and mass comparable to a neutron star, but this didn't mean that was the limit of necrodermis armor.
For example, when he first arrived in this galaxy, among the materials in his spatial backpack were necrodermis armor from the federation.
Those necrodermis armor pieces, which had undergone countless cycles of technology, were fully capable of restraining a singularity explosion.
This was also a major reason why he directly used a secondary singularity as the energy supply for the moon of war.
What he was building now was a federation military warship. This was not like the titan ships he had built before; this was a genuine military capital ship.
All the materials, technological standards, and weapon configurations on it were based on the federation's main fleet setup.
Noah once again stated that he would absolutely not let this happen, so Mesophyt couldn't say anything more.
Never mind, never mind. Even if the galaxy exploded, it wouldn't have much impact on them, the Necrons. They all had their own pocket dimensions; they just needed to hide inside them.
Furthermore, the Necron dynasties, and those who had already awakened, were not outside the galaxy. They were within the galaxy, building defenses and expanding colonies to resist the Tyranid invasion.
Those who hadn't awakened were currently in their pocket dimensions and wouldn't be affected. Most of those who had awakened were also outside preparing for war and wouldn't be too affected. If it exploded, it exploded.
After all, this was Noah's doing. The Necrons still needed Noah to provide them with souls. Although Mesophyt felt it was inappropriate, he still didn't stop him.
Anyway, it wouldn't have much impact on the Necrons. If the galaxy exploded, then so be it.
Moreover, they could see a new galaxy, which would expand the scope of the galaxy by more than five times its size.
At the same time, the civilizations in this part of the galaxy had mostly been purged. Besides their Infinite Empire, presumably only the annoying long-ears of the Aeldari and humans remained.
At most, some orks might have survived, but this wouldn't have much impact. In short, the galaxy could be cleansed again.
It was also good that their homeland could become purer in this catastrophe.
"Alright, Warmaster, since you've already said so, it would be impolite for me to say more. As for what energy our Infinite Empire's world engine uses, I can tell you directly."
"We use c'tan shards. The reason our Infinite Empire has fallen to its current state, with countless people losing their souls and our race on the brink of extinction, is also because of this divine being called the C'tan!"
"He schemed against us, and his schemes must come at a price. The Silent King, Szarekh, personally shattered the C'tan into pieces and confined its shards within several dynasties of our Infinite Empire, using its shards to provide sufficient energy!"
Mesophyt's face was twisted, clearly showing that his hatred for the C'tan had not yet dissipated.
After all, if it weren't for the C'tan, how could the Infinite Empire have fallen to its current state? And how could those long-ears of the Aeldari have become the new galactic Overlords after the empire fell into slumber?
Even shattering the C'tan and extracting energy from it could not completely relieve their hatred.
Noah, upon hearing this, entered a state of contemplation. He hadn't expected such powerful beings to exist in this galaxy.
Merely relying on shards could power a planet-sized warship.
Although it was a powerful deity formed around the souls of a devoured galactic Overlord race...
This also Daemonstrated the opponent's strength. If all the c'tan shards could be brought together, perhaps they could even be used to power a quasar warship!
That is, the largest quasar warship among conventional tactical warships, a star system-class warship!
Noah's interest in c'tan shards began to emerge.
However, since this item was a treasure of the Necrons, it probably wouldn't be so easy to obtain.