The Creators: From Night City

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Of course, this sense of uncertainty only lasted until he received the supply list.

"Ohm Messiah above!" The Astartes exclaimed in astonishment after only a few glances.

The abundance, variety, and precision of the supplies on the list gave him a sense of nostalgia, almost like stepping back into the era of the 30K Great Expedition.

Several models of the Terminator armor are in stock, and users can choose freely. At the same time, equipment access has been delegated to the individual soldier level.

The list even includes rarer and more powerful "Gorgon" type Terminators to choose from.

The wind and storm field shield has also been deployed to the individual soldier level, with no limit on the number.

All the new power armors modified by Jiang Bing, such as the MKII "Chronos" type, MKIII "Steel" type, MKIV "Maximus" type, and MKVI "Raven Armor" type, have full access to resupply and can be selected at will.

A wide variety of individual soldier equipment is also available, such as plasma, thermal melt, explosive bombs, gravity, propulsion, flamethrowers... all the weapon categories deployed by the human empire can be seen here.

The list included many weapons that Charon had seen but never used, as well as many rare items that he had heard of but never seen, and a considerable number that he had never even heard of. However, the detailed specifications accompanying each weapon demonstrated their power.

Charon was sweating profusely.

But the soldier's desire for weapons compelled him to continue reading.

The Sikaran battle tanks, Swordtail interceptors, Firehawk fighter-bombers, Stormbird giant transport aircraft, various types of siege tanks, hundreds of different types of assault pods, and dozens of gunboats densely packed together, held the Astartes under heavy control for several hours.

These armored vehicles also have their equipment permissions delegated to the combat squads, who can choose freely.

Charon's fingers trembled slightly with excitement, only to discover that there seemed to be quite a few more pages in the arms inventory.

So he shakily turned to a new page, and what came into view were the relevant parameters and application standards for Warhound-class, War-class, and Emperor-class Titans...

This isn't just a nostalgic trip back to 30K, this is a direct return to the golden age.

In reality, with Jiang Bing, this 'craftsman,' existing, the productivity of the human empire has been essentially completely liberated.

On Mars, the stronghold of the Mechanicus, Jiang Bing, residing on the Mithril Throne, had long since unified all the foundries on Mars. Under the influence of the "Mechanical Soul Theory" and Jiang Bing's extravagant use of ether, every production workshop and every production line gave birth to a new version of "Mechanical Soul" that could communicate with the Mechanic Priests and be controlled. Their existence was equivalent to a magical version of artificial intelligence. Not only could they be controlled by the Mechanical Souls to achieve automated production, but they could even "create something out of nothing," defying common sense and breaking through theoretical limits to boost production efficiency.

The explosive growth in Martian productivity, coupled with Jiang Bing's (the Om Messiah) forceful "opening of granaries and distribution of supplies," meant that all imperial armies leaving the solar system would undergo a major re-equipment upgrade.

Of course, the efficiency of building a world on Mars alone is not enough to arm the entire solar system in a short time, but there is also Jiang Bing, the "craftsman" with "infinite mana".

Unlike the production activities in the Forging World, which require the gathering of raw materials, Boss Jiang creates things directly from nothing, eliminating intermediate steps.

One after another, Emperor-class, Vengeance-class, and Oberon-class battleships were sculpted by Jiang Bing in space as if he were molding clay.

Cruisers and strike ships are being launched like dumplings being dropped into a pot, so much so that what the Empire lacks most now is not ships, but people who know how to pilot them—can you believe it?

In particular, the Divine Machine Cult was supplying Titans of all models with great enthusiasm, wishing they could give one to everyone and produce them at a frantic pace.

Even though he optimized the 'machine soul' using the knowledge of the 'machine soul theory', which greatly reduced the difficulty of controlling the Titan with its assistance, highly skilled personnel such as Titan pilots were still in short supply.

If Jiang Bing hadn't been so overwhelmed with work, he would have been keen to develop AI Titan.

In order to cope with the enormous challenges that would sweep across the galaxy, Jiang Bing wished he could equip every Astartes with a Terminator armor, equip every tactical squad with full armor and firepower for land, sea and air, equip every company with multiple Titans and mechs, and fill every chapter with battleships.

In fact, the workload of this task was not as large as imagined. Due to the limited transportation capacity and the total number of people in Astartes, even if the Astartes were armed to the teeth, it wouldn't take Jiang Bing much effort.

What is truly important, and what truly determines the foundation of the Empire, is the re-equipment of the Star Guardians.

The Empire's mortal armies, such as the Astral Army and the Planetary Defense Force, number in the hundreds of billions, and Jiang Bing's goal is to equip each mortal soldier with a complete set of high-quality equipment and provide them with good logistical support.

However, it is clearly unrealistic for him to achieve this goal on his own. The empire's territory is so vast, with millions of worlds, that it is impossible for him to take care of them all personally. Therefore, he must need other solutions.

Fortunately, the solution wasn't hard to find, since the human empire already had ready-made solutions for reference.

The answer is obvious—STC.

Of course, it's the STC that Jiang Bing improved.

In addition to fixing the types of products produced and simplifying the usage methods, Jiang Bing also collaborated with the Emperor to add an 'anti-theft' mechanism to these black boxes.

Of course, it's not about racial binding or using authentication systems; that's obviously unrealistic and contradicts Jiang Bing's plan to universalize STC.

The so-called 'anti-theft' mechanism is actually a rudimentary set of runes jointly developed by Jiang Bing and Emperor, which is forcibly written into the underlying production logic of every STC.

All firearms and armaments produced by STC have this set of runes engraved on key parts. The function of these rune sets is simple: they act as beacons, easily sensed by the power of the Emperor and Jiang Bing.

In other words, if the two of them wanted to, these weapons could become the Emperor and Jiang Bing's eyes and ears in the subspace and the present universe.

If the chaotic forces want to use it, they must be spied on.

The two cunning old foxes even set a threshold for this; once the number of rune sets gathered reached a certain level, the Emperor would definitely have to take a look.

Mars, the birthplace and headquarters of the Mechanicus, launched a grand project called "Spark" a few days after the Emperor's "ascension".

Countless pioneering expeditions were forcibly recalled, and a large fleet left the solar system, carrying the 'seed' to various parts of the galaxy.

Thirteen years have passed in the blink of an eye. The human empire needs to seize every second; time waits for no one.

Chapter 1035 Stubbornness and Arrival

Countless wisps of mist filled the entire cabin; these highly toxic wisps were enough to corrode an entire mortal body in an instant.

Mortarian was bent over the tattered table, fiddling with his 'numerology'.

With his heavy breathing, wisps of deadly poisonous mist seeped from his breathing valve, drifting, rising, and swirling into the foul-smelling fog in the room, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

Just like his fate.

A pair of huge, transparent, veined and filthy moth wings draped over his back, partially obscuring his filthy green skin, pus-filled sores, cracked ulcers, and wriggling plague maggots.

He sought advice from the future, but was met with skepticism; the future responded with misfortune as well.

This made the rogue Primarch even more anxious.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the usually quiet room, and Mortarian managed to grip his scythe as the mist, stirred by the breeze, swirled around his feet.

The rusted blade sliced ​​through the mist, shattering the mysterious sorcery. Before the blade could embed itself into the uninvited intruder's body, a bluish psionic shield was erected in advance.

This was a mortal servant on a warship, who had been thoroughly afflicted by disease, making her ugly, covered in maggots, and emitting an eternal stench that was repulsive.

But at this moment, she was no longer herself; the power of Tzeentch had permeated her body, her mind, and her soul.

"You're arrogant, a piece of trash who likes to manipulate fate. How much courage did the Lord of Change give you to dare sneak into my office?" Mortarian slowly retracted his scythe. Of course, if he wanted, the blade could reappear at any time in front of his opponent's neck.

"Your Majesty, the King of Decay, I bring you a warning from the Great Weaver of Fate, a gesture of goodwill, and a possibility," the servant, controlled by witchcraft, stated his purpose.

"You'd better abandon the mission given to you by the Lord of Plague. The road ahead has changed, and the evil god of the real universe is waiting for you to walk into his trap."

"What awaits you is only pure annihilation and bitter failure; nothing new will change."

The two moths trembled slightly, continuously scattering plague-laden scales downwards.

"Even Tzeentch's lackeys do good deeds, huh?" Mortarian laughed sarcastically.

"The human empire has undergone a tremendous change, and you should have witnessed the waves that the Cursed Ones stirred up in the High Heavens."

"The Four Gods need your power. Return to the Eye of Fear. The future is already turbulent. We must unite, just as we did ten thousand years ago."

The other party spoke sincerely, but Mortarian didn't believe a word of it. He just silently deduced his 'numerology' in order to find the true form of the demon opposite him.

"Do you know that you cowardly coward, not long ago, the Lord of Plague issued His command, the contents of which are no different from what you said."

The uninvited guest was quite surprised, and in that moment of hesitation, Mortarian suddenly grabbed his scythe and rushed out of the cabin.

Rotten flesh and spores filled the corners of the corridor. The Primarch sped across the corridor like lightning and found the true hiding place of the other party.

The violent slash cleaved open the hatch, and the massive body, carrying a chilling killing intent, rushed into the cabin.

"No! Don't do this! I'm doing this for you!"

Before the demon could even utter a word of explanation, it was cleaved in two by the scythe and banished back to the warp.

Even amidst the chaos, Mortarion did not abandon his hatred for the Tzeentch faction.

Even though everything indicated that a deep abyss lay ahead of him, it still couldn't stop the Lord of Barbaros from going his own way.

He stubbornly continued his attack on the Five Hundred Worlds, like a sharp dagger piercing straight into Macurag.

The flames of war raged.

The ship carrying the great sage Kaul arrived in Macurag under such circumstances.

With the Chaos Fleet bringing the war to their doorstep, Macragge had already entered a state of full alert.

The entire starport was bustling with activity, as large quantities of supplies and personnel were exchanged once again, all in service of the war effort.

The Ultramarines Chapter Commander, Maneus Calgar, should have come to greet him personally.

As the undisputed first Ultramarines after the Primarch, Maneus Calgar is an unparalleled strategist, an inspiring leader, and an exceptional warrior.

He was at the front-line command post directing the counterattack against the Nurgle fleet, and the arrival of Caul and his party could not make them temporarily set aside their sacred duty to defend the empire's territory.

After all, protecting Macragge and the Primarch's Sanctuary were both important missions for him.

Without a welcoming ceremony, and limited by the purpose of his visit, Sage Kaul traveled light and did not even ride his mechanical ark. He simply piloted an exploration ship and arrived at the starport of Macragge in a low-key manner.

All that awaited him there were the Ultramarines' honor guard and his guide, Seraph Theodosius—the Ultramarines' chief think tank curator.

They will follow Jiang Bing and the Great Sage Kaul closely throughout the entire resurrection ceremony.

Hall of Glory, the sanctuary where Robert Guilliman slept for millennia, the spiritual core of the Ultramarines Chapter.

The aesthetic sense of the Ultra Warriors is undoubtedly commendable. This sacred hall is a huge rectangle, more than 300 meters long, nearly 100 meters wide, and the vaulted ceiling is more than 50 meters high.

The overall spatial proportions follow the classic golden ratio commonly used by Macklage. The floor is paved with shiny obsidian and white marble, which complement each other to form a classic blue and white checkerboard pattern with a strong Ultra Warrior style.

The massive Corinthian columns are arranged in neat rows, creating a sense of orderly beauty.

Unlike the bulky and complex Golden Throne, the static force generator housing Robert Guilliman was placed on a circular platform cast from black basalt and an unidentified silver alloy.

Despite being called a throne, this static force field generator is not actually a chair, and the critically injured and dying Robert Guilliman is not sitting on a throne like the Lich King in Jiang Bing's memory, frozen in ice.

This is a vertical, coffin-like columnar energy field, surrounded by numerous sophisticated golden mechanical arms and force field sound-emitting probes arranged in an arc.

Unlike the Golden Throne, which is a piece of cutting-edge technology that is incomprehensible to tech enthusiasts and whose maintenance and repair can only be done by guesswork, the static field that seals Robert Guilliman is a technology known to humankind. Therefore, the various cables and conduits surrounding the field are not messy and can be seen at a glance as having been maintained in a highly organized manner over a long period of time.

Refusing the solicitous offers of the mechanical priests responsible for maintenance, the Great Sage Cauldron began his sacred mission under the watchful eyes of the Honor Guard.

Under the expectant and wary gazes, he did not immediately begin work. Instead, after looking around, he handed over the focus of the work to an inconspicuous little mechanical priest in his team.

The other person lifted the large hood, revealing Lily's freckled face.

Chapter 1036 The Trinity Plan

The Emperor had devised a backup plan for the resurgence of Robert Guilliman, the thirteenth son of the human empire, in countless possible futures.

These subsequent forces utilize various methods, including the Mechanicus, alien races like the Eldar, and even connections to the Necromancers of space.

However, among these countless possible futures, Jiang Bing, an outsider, is definitely not included.

The 'craftsmen' who were busy on the Mithril Throne on Mars were finally awakened by the soft branches of Heiml.

He withdrew his consciousness from the fourth newly created orbital ring on Mars, awakening himself from the unbridled pleasure of exploring the authority of creation.

His apostles have reached their destination.

Heimer skillfully carved through the veil between the subspace and reality from beyond the plane, linking the two spaces together to construct a seemingly insignificant door, but whose underlying principles are absolutely sublime.

Om Messiah crossed the gate and finally stood before the thirteenth prince of the Empire whom he had longed to see—Robert Guilliman.

The ancient static field works tirelessly to maintain the life of this protogenes.

Jiang Bing's arrival caused a slight commotion among the palace guards, especially a team of Silent Sisters responsible for building a psionic defense line, who silently surrounded Jiang Bing.

Ignoring whether others understood, Jiang Bing, who was extremely busy, stepped onto the high platform and faced the goal of his trip.

Robert Guilliman.

On the high platform, countless mechanical devices constructed a vertical columnar energy field with a diameter of about three meters. The flow of time within the force field was slowed down to almost absolute stillness, and even the dust in the air remained still.

Guilliman's figure hovered in the center of the force field, like an ancient specimen sealed in amber.

This prototype was as tall as his brother.

He was wearing the Command Armor, but the iconic deep blue paint of the Ultramarines looked dull and lifeless, or rather, it had become very dark during the great war ten thousand years ago.

The cracks pierced the thick breastplate by the demon Primarch Forgrim with "Laustrahn" were clearly visible; the poison was so potent that even the metal plates took on an unnatural bluish-black hue.

Each Primarch possesses certain extraordinary abilities. While Robert Guilliman may not have the extraordinary charisma of an archangel, he possesses an inexplicable leadership quality.

Although he was dying, with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed in eternal pain, his face still bore a transcendent resoluteness.

Exhaustion, trauma, and even his indomitable will were all emanating from an invisible aura.

Let's begin.