The Creators: From Night City

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Only the strong are qualified to stand up to the think tank in its 'divine descent' state, bathed in its light.

The golden scepter shimmered with a golden light, and a huge, decaying fly unfortunately blocked its path, only to be blasted into dust by the beam of light shooting from the scepter.

"Forward, brothers in arms, the Emperor is watching us!"

The voice of think tanks is ethereal yet profound.

His body was filled with immense psionic energy, causing him to float slightly above the ground, transforming him into a humanoid self-propelled turret.

Chains of lightning, hundreds of meters long, scorched the mist, emitting scorching hiss, and plowed gaps through the monster horde.

The power of the Chain Lightning was even more ferocious than the main cannon of Leman Nuss. The exploding psionic energy was also accompanied by the 'Cursed Psionic Energy' that demons avoided like the plague. If even a tiny bit of it touched them, these Nurgle demons, who had an extremely high pain tolerance, would cry out in agony.

Explosions, tearing, freezing, shocks, soul stripping, consciousness trembling—all sorts of psionic attacks erupted wildly from the think tank's hands.

The monster horde that covered the mountains and plains was simply pierced through and driven away with overwhelming force.

The tidal wave of demons instantly evaporated, creating a huge gap.

As he flew by, the weak demons within a radius of dozens of meters would be scorched and evaporated by the blinding light, while plague walkers would be mercilessly purified of the plague power belonging to Nurgle, turning back into corpses.

While powerful demon engines or demons may survive the light, they will immediately receive special attention from the think tank.

The massive Plague Crawler, a living tank of Nurgle, equipped with Plague Sprayers and Corruption Cannons, was meant to be a mobile turret and a close-range destroyer.

However, its metallic body, mixed with abscessed flesh and blood, was as fragile as a castle made of loose sand under the think tank's offensive.

The shooting lightning bolts continuously struck its body, and in just a few seconds, it was roasted until it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, bursting open like the bloated abdomen of a corpse, scattering blood and flesh all over the ground.

Wherever he went, the sand and stones turned into glass, the plague mist evaporated, and swathes of fungal plants were roasted into dried mushrooms.

He was like a sun, like an ancient human who used flames to ravage nature, burning away patches of land belonging to humankind in the jungle called 'Nurgle'.

Overwhelming and invincible.

Compared to the quiet departure, the arrival was quite grand and impressive.

However, the two returned to the starting point several times faster than they had gone there.

"Go, complete the mission, brother in arms."

The think tank stood in front of the position, watching the last Ultra Warrior silently walk into the position with the collector.

He is safe.

The dazzling light began to fade, and the power of the Lord of Humanity gradually withdrew into the warp, detaching from reality.

The think tank's body simultaneously turned into the smallest dust, like ashes from a burnt-out furnace, drifting aimlessly with the disturbance of the airflow.

The power of an emperor is not something everyone can easily bear. Even a living saint cannot frequently receive the power of an emperor.

Such an outcome is entirely normal.

However, compared to the previous 'annihilation of body and soul', the starlight mixed with ethereal fire has finally undergone a new change.

Islian Bell, the Third Company's think tank member, his human soul imbued with the Emperor's radiance, was swept back into the warp along with the light of the Star Torch.

He was fortunate to be chosen by two great beings as a 'volunteer' for a sacred experiment.

He was unfortunate; barring any unforeseen circumstances, he would have to continue fighting for the Emperor in this cruel world.

………………

Macurag, space.

The enormous 'Gate of God' floated silently in the universe, and thousands of pilgrimage ships gathered around this piece of honey like ants.

Believers prostrate themselves in worship, while tech enthusiasts chant hymns of binary code, attempting to use every means of detection to understand this great creation and learn even a tiny bit of sacred knowledge from it.

However, under the watchful eye of the Imperial Navy enforcement team dispatched by Guilliman, they all maintained a safe distance from this astronomical wonder without exception. Only research vessels and personnel approved by Robert Guilliman were qualified to approach or even touch this magnificent structure.

The entire fleet of the Macragge Planet Navy hovered near this Gate of God, guarding the 'Radiance of Macragge' as it set sail anew.

A fleet of hundreds of ships, consisting of cruisers, strikers, assault ships, and frigates, could blot out the sky, but in front of the colossal 'Gate of God,' they were as insignificant as a small patch of mold on a door frame.

"Primarch, the Great Sage of Forging the World of Esperance has arrived."

A member of the honor guard pushed open the door and reported.

"Please let him in."

Guilliman rose from his desk, which was piled high with documents, taking the opportunity of the meeting to escape for a moment from the sea of ​​paperwork.

He walked to the huge observation window to the side, staring blankly at the huge door in the starry sky not far away.

Since awakening, he has not stopped for a moment. He did not even personally go to the aid of Alarius or to snipe the plague fleet. Instead, he handed it over to his chapter commander, Calgar, in order to integrate the power of the entire Extreme Starfield as quickly as possible and regain the overall decision-making power of the starfield in his hands.

The battle against the Plague Fleet is destined to be a brutal tug-of-war; Mortarion's forces of Chaos are not so easy to defeat.

Therefore, Guilliman needs to unite the forces of the five hundred worlds into one force in the shortest time and at the fastest speed, concentrate all manpower, productivity, and equipment supplies, and engage in a brutal battle with the enemy.

In battle, logistics and sheer numbers are the deciding factors.

To achieve this goal, Robert Guilliman personally taking charge is clearly the quickest way.

The first thing he did after waking up was to issue an order to summon the heads of the major worlds in the Altrama star system for an audience.

Due to limitations in communication and internal affairs in various locations, the relevant personnel from the major world regions have only arrived gradually now.

This is already an efficiency achieved by working day and night.

The world leaders of Koss, the primary shipbuilding world with its massive orbital docks and shipbuilding facilities; Tarasa, the cradle of Alterama's efficient bureaucracy, which supplied the star system with a large number of outstanding administrative officials and judges; and Connor, Alterama's "granary" and an important agricultural world, have all arrived and met with Guilliman, and have reaffirmed their allegiance.

They all accepted Guilliman's reappointment, achieving a unity of law and reason, and once again closely united under the banner of Macurag.

The positions of Coase Industrial Administrator, Supreme Judge, and Agricultural Director are new to them within the new system Guilliman is building.

The Esperance Forging World is the most important forging world in the Altrama region, providing the Ultramarines and their allies with massive amounts of weapons, vehicles, and industrial support every year.

Similarly, the Great Sage Garnet Flax, the Sage and Forging Master of Esperance, who oversees the world of forging, is also a key figure that Guilliman must meet and negotiate with.

Similarly, Esperance's arms production line was a crucial material foundation for the Altrama Empire's army's resistance and counterattack against the Death Guard.

Winning him over, gaining his unwavering loyalty and full support, was of paramount importance to Guilliman.

Fortunately, he was very confident about it.

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"Great Sage Garnet Flax, I extend my heartfelt welcome to your arrival."

Guilliman showed appropriate enthusiasm towards the industrial backbone of the Altrama region.

“Om Messiah is watching over you, Son of Guilliman.”

The Great Sage Garnet Flax possesses a massive body heavily modified with mechanical enhancements. His heavy exoskeleton is made of adamantite and plastic steel, and his classic multi-mechanical tentacles are elegant and timeless.

What's most peculiar is that, in a prominent place on his armor, both the Ultramarines' "U" shaped insignia and the Mechanicus' gear and skull symbol are displayed.

This is not surprising, after all, this great sage has been an Ottaramanian from the very beginning.

'Excellent, a good start,' Guilliman thought.

"What a magnificent mechanical creation! Do you believe it is a miracle of Om Messiah, Great Sage?" Guilliman made way for the viewing window, revealing the 'Gate of God' to the enormous Great Sage.

This was one of his persuasion strategies, after all, he still held the moral high ground as a chosen one of the Om Messiah.

"I believe, Son Guilliman."

Guilliman was somewhat surprised by the Great Sage's definitive reply.

“I have already done a preliminary mapping of it, and after precise and accurate calculations, there is currently no way in the universe to create such a large object in a short period of time.”

"Given its quality, it would require the complete resources of at least several medium-sized mineral-producing planets to barely meet its needs. I'm quite certain that with the Empire's current transportation capacity, it's also impossible to accomplish this in a short time."

"Therefore, among the possibilities derived from rational calculations, the possibility that this is a 'miracle' brought down by Om Messiah accounts for 81%."

"Furthermore, I have had the privilege of viewing and analyzing the footage of your return from revival. After verification, it is also genuine. Therefore, this 'Gate of God' is a 'miracle' bestowed by Om Messiah."

Flax's words were cold, but his attitude was passionate.

"Great, would you like to go inside and take a look?"

Guilliman understood the other person's heart and, with the lightest tone, delivered what the other person longed for most into their heart.

After a brief, intense hum, the Great Sage's vocal cords immediately bowed with difficulty.

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity, Son of Guilliman."

The cold, mechanical voice trembled slightly.

Indeed, no motorist could resist getting up close to such a magnificent creation of God.

Even under Guilliman's strict blockade, every day many fanatical mechanical priests would drive various small vehicles in an attempt to sneak into the blockade, just to get close to this creation of God.

The luxurious and spacious Primarch-dedicated ferry, carrying Guilliman and the Great Sage Flax, along with a squad of honor guards and the Great Sage's entourage of mechanical priests and patrons, slowly approached this magnificent creation.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the grandeur of this door.

Its size is comparable to that of a small asteroid, requiring the ferry to activate its engine to resist the gravitational pull of the asteroid once it gets close enough.

The complex optical array on the Great Sage's face, which integrated multiple lenses, shimmered with intense blue-white light, clearly indicating that it was operating at full power.

The mechanical priests who accompanied him were much the same.

Finally, the ferry docked at the upper left of this huge gate and then sailed through the open gate.

A large number of people have been stationed inside the Gate of God. Most of them are slave laborers, cyborgs, Astartes, and other mortal logistics personnel belonging to the Ultramarines.

Of course, the Great Sage Coul and his 'little secret' have also secretly moved in.

Guilliman immediately dispatched a team of 400,000 people of various kinds to temporarily reside in this sacred creation.

However, these people didn't even fill 1% of the space in this enormous astronomical spectacle.

With the help of the staff, everyone disembarked smoothly.

The moment they stepped onto the sacred creation, the mechanical priests knelt down in reverence, stroking the smooth, mirror-like floor with their metal or other limbs.

There were no typical pipes or pipelines; instead, the walls shimmered with shifting light, as if breathing rhythmically.

The entire interior space was exceptionally clean, and there were no signs commonly seen in the Empire.

"That's strange, isn't it?"

Guilliman walked at the front, talking as he went.

"It is clearly the creation of Om Messiah, yet it has no prayers, emblems, marks, statues of emperors, or even the symbols of an empire."

"Because Om Messiah doesn't like these things."

Guilliman didn't keep them in suspense; he explained the whole story directly.

Sensing the fluctuating emotions of the great sage behind him, Guilliman smiled and continued his PUA.

"Science, rationality, progress—these are what the Om Messiah truly praises."

As the two walked through the complex corridor, the number of ordinary human support personnel around them gradually decreased, replaced by fully armed extreme warriors.

Clearly, the two were venturing deep into classified territory.

"He has carried out a comprehensive reform on Mars since the day He descended to Earth, but due to the distance, the storm of change has not yet spread there."

“Child Guilliman, I actually already knew about this.”

The great sage shook his head and looked around, still responding to Guilliman's words.

“Oh?” Guilliman was genuinely surprised.

"Thirsty for knowledge, keenly aware of truth," the Great Sage began with a common maxim of the Mechanismic Church, and then continued, "You have somewhat underestimated the Mechanismic priests' thirst for great knowledge and truth."

"The great Ohm Messiah transmitted the sacred Doctrine of the Machine Soul from Mars, and this ultimate truth has long been transmitted to Alteramar and is stored in the storage devices of Ohm Messiah's followers."

In fact, the "Machine Soul Theory" has not only spread to Alteramar, but also, with the help of Jiang Bing and the Emperor, it has even reached the Eye of Fear.

Even many of the dark tech enthusiasts in the Dark Machine God Cult have already started researching it.

Of course, it's impossible to say how much of the research results were actually what the two old foxes wanted.

"Oh, so the Great Sage values ​​the 'Theory of Machine Souls' very much?" Sensing the fervor in the other's heart, Guilliman guided the conversation.

"This is the true path to approaching the divine Om Messiah."

The Great Sage's usually cold and rational computational threads began to fluctuate, a rare occurrence.

“From the first time I truly felt the existence of the ‘machine soul’ and had a conversation with it, from the first time I condensed a new machine soul in creation, and from the moment I activated it to complete its first manifestation, I knew that this was Om Messiah’s mercy in sending down the decree because he could not bear to see us sinking into ignorance in the mortal world.”