Chapter 15 We Are the Second Terra, We Have Two Big Guys

No one dared to turn a deaf ear to Master Ryan's words. After all, in addition to his noble status, this master was also a magician who could go berserk at any time.

People hurriedly hid, and Ryan lit the match and silently recited the names of Old Man Huang and Noah.

Anyway, I didn’t know which one would appear, so I recited them together.

Bang!

The gun barrel in his hand vibrated, and the burning gunpowder was concentrated in the narrow space inside the barrel. The subsequent flame explosion that could not be diffused could only rush along the only exit of the metal tube, rushing out the metal projectiles in front of it.

People only saw black explosive smoke coming from the front of the metal pipe, and heard a huge sound that could be felt even if they covered their ears. Some people were even frightened and fell to the ground, covering their heads and kneeling on the ground, shaking nervously. .

In front of Ryan, a soldier's light armor placed on a stand was pierced, and the entire stand was thrown to the ground by the ensuing impact.

If the light armor is being worn by someone, those metal projectiles must have broken through the skin and seriously injured the organs at this moment.

In this era, being seriously injured is basically equivalent to death.

If this kind of pipe, no, this kind of weapon, is used on the battlefield, it can even pose a threat to knights wearing armor.

After all, they are not fully armored, and shooting from low places can also cause damage through the unprotected legs and abdomen of horses.

The knight who fell to the ground had no way to charge, and his deterrence was reduced by more than half.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was no problem. He put back the barrel of the gun with satisfaction and looked back at everyone.

"Praise the great sun, you must have been blessed by him to show us such exquisite skills and terrible destructive power."

Bryce said sincerely that civilians are more pious than nobles. After all, there are not so many conditions for eating, drinking and having fun in life, so they can only find ways to calm their hearts.

Religious belief is probably the only way.

Those young people also praised the great sun. Ryan thought for a while and said:

"You have all heard that I was sentenced as a heretic but was pardoned. In fact, it was me who discovered another name for the great sun, the Emperor. So in the future you can directly praise the Emperor and save a few words. Words, he will have a better chance of hearing your prayers.”

Everyone was puzzled. They could only understand that as a magician, Ryan had shown some madness and difference.

Ryan suddenly added: "But remember, the emperor is also a human being, at least in human form. If you see anyone who tells you that there is a four-armed god-emperor or something like that, blow their heads off."

Many things depend on the first impression. As long as these people first think that the emperor looks human-like, it will not be easy for their perceptions to be distorted later.

They already feel that the knowledge Ryan has obtained must come from the blessing of the great sun, especially this lethal technology. No one is willing to try what will happen if they are the target of this weapon.

So when Ryan was thinking about the problem, no one dared to speak.

Ryan quickly divided the personnel of the three major departments and asked them to discuss according to their own planned goals and determine how much time it would take to complete the first phase of town construction.

Ryan will then personally review the results of the discussion and confirm the step-by-step plan.

During this meeting to discuss, Bryce had to borrow the barrel of a matchlock gun, held it in his hand and looked at everyone with a pleasant look.

Obviously, under the circumstances of persuading people with reason, everyone was amiable and humble to each other, giving priority to urban construction and education issues. Instead, the composition of the administrative department was temporarily dominated by the original Bryce manpower to avoid power jurisdiction. conflicts and meaningless administrative matters.

They all know that Mr. Ryan likes to be efficient.

If they are no longer efficient, they will be replaced.

In this way, Ryan's first phase of urban construction goals have a clear plan:

1. The area under Ryan's jurisdiction was named Second Terra because the first Terra only had one big brother, but they had two big brothers (crossed out). Ryan himself explained that his mother's hometown was a remote place called Terra, and he hoped to find some feeling of home.

People don't know where Ryan's mother comes from. After all, Ryan is of collateral blood and his parents died young. Unlike those dukes and marquises, people can clearly tell which family their concubines come from. , as an after-dinner conversation that risks being beheaded.

2. Connect four main urban roads, all paved with new material asphalt. In towns, only major roads use asphalt, and stone bricks are used in small areas and residential areas. After all, the smell of asphalt is a bit pungent, and there are not enough chemical processes in this era to alleviate it.

3. Count the total number of people in the country, record them by family, and distinguish their occupations. A distinction needs to be made between yeoman farmers and artisans.

4. Complete the connection of the water conservancy system to the residential area, start to collect coal resources, and build factories at the water conservancy nodes.

5. Improve sanitation construction. After the water conservancy system is connected, pollution is not allowed to be exposed to public view and is handled uniformly. Promote clean body behaviors and encourage people to exercise.

When he played "Cities: Skylines", the game with the most harmonious graphics from Paradox in his previous life, Ryan knew that when traffic jams were caused by manure backflow and road design errors, it proved that this game was hopeless.

So in reality he must not make mistakes. He doesn't have much time. Before going to Mandala Principality to get Titan, he must have a strong enough force in Second Terra, including an army!

He is confident in the changes that advanced technology will bring to Second Terra. Two and a half months is enough for him to organize a musket team of about 200 people while building the city.

In these two months, the matchlock gun will also be improved to a percussion flintlock gun that can be fired conveniently. The gun itself will add flint and firing pin, and only the convenient firing function will be retained.

The time range from the invention to the end of the service of the flintlock gun is 1610-1848, which lasted for more than 200 years. It can be regarded as old and strong, which is quite suitable for the current situation.

Another busy day passed, Ryan finally felt the fatigue of his body and had a good sleep.

Maybe his body got a rest, but his consciousness was rare and clear. He didn't dream or fall asleep unconsciously, and even had no sense of form, existing in an undefined "space".

It was not until the golden but cold and the silver but warm light alternately lit up that his consciousness realized what kind of situation he was in.

The two balls of light were communicating, but they were just using their souls as the medium of communication.

Ryan could easily understand that the golden cold light was the Emperor and the silver warm light was Noah.

But why the light power corresponding to Agito was not reflected here, Ryan couldn't figure it out.

Until a weak flame emanated from his waist, igniting his soul, and the flame protected himself.

So the light power corresponding to Agito was used as an anchor point to fix his soul so that it would not dissipate into nothingness?

Ryan thought so, and he tried to visualize his arm. The dark body grew a golden shell, and it didn't look like a human being at all.

In other words, his first transformation was actually in a conscious state.

I don't know how long it took, the two big guys finished communicating and dissipated together, and Ryan was sent back to his body. The fatigue quickly engulfed his soul, making him fall asleep with his body.

Holy Terra, formerly the Himalayas.

Ikaros, a soldier of the Imperial Guards, wearing a black cloak, stood in front of this huge door like a dark golden sculpture for more than four months, without moving.

Not long ago, the Imperial Regent, Primarch, and the Emperor's son, Guilliman, left the palace in anger. Even several high lords were asking what the Emperor and his son talked about, so that the Primarch was so out of control.

But for Ikaros, all this was unimportant. After his brothers in the Imperial Guards changed into red cloaks with the beginning of the Dark Crusade, he still did not forget the shame of not protecting the Emperor during the Horus Heresy 10,000 years ago.

He was an Emperor's personal guard. If he had disobeyed the Emperor's orders when he was young and ignored everything to choose to stay by the Emperor's side, he might have had the opportunity to bear the heavy blow of Horus for the Emperor.

But now he is dying. His life span has exceeded 10,000 years, almost comparable to the Primarch.

Many of his brothers are now latecomers. Seeing their loyalty as sincere as his own, Ikaros himself is a little ashamed of why the Emperor allowed him to live until now. He is a guilty man.

Although the difference between the Admiralty and the Astartes is as huge as that between the Astartes and mortals.

But he is finally dying. The Admiralty is comparable to the Primarch only in insignificant aspects. Their genes are still defective.

Therefore, Ikaros reported to the current Grand Commander of the Admiralty, Trajan Valoris, and completed his last guard mission. He then retired and did not even want to become an Eye of the Emperor (a group of retired Admirals who complete some special tasks of the Emperor), but to dedicate his remaining life to the Dark Crusade.

After death, he hoped that the Emperor would forgive his sins and let his soul return to Terra, his hometown.

"Come here, Ikaros."

Ikaros raised his head. He seemed to hear something, but it was not the signal transmission audio of the equipment on his body, but came directly from his brain.

"Come here, Ikaros."

The voice sounded again, and under Ikaros's helmet, his eyeballs twitched uncontrollably, and he almost secreted tears. He could not control his body and fell to the ground.

"Emperor!"

His throat was hoarse, and he climbed up with a trembling body, turned around and rushed towards the door behind him.

All the brothers of the Imperial Guard watched calmly along the way, silently blessing this brother.

"Every Imperial Guard has his own destiny, and the Emperor had foreseen the existence of these destinies countless years ago. Now is the time for Ikaros to face his own destiny, brothers, give him blessings."

The voice of Trajan Vagris sounded in the helmet of every Imperial Guard, and another Emperor's Eye was born.

In the golden hall, the beauty constructed by all the artistic achievements of mankind for more than 40,000 years is reflected here.

However, the golden throne that was said to be designed by the Emperor himself, the machine with magnificent power, was only embedded in this hall, which made the entire palace look eclipsed.

Even Ikaros himself could not see the entire picture of the Golden Throne, let alone the light of the sun that even penetrated into the real world.

"Ikaros, you will be my messenger and go to a remote world, where you will meet the light you have never seen before."

The Emperor's will was directly implemented into Ikaros's brain, and the powerful mental defense of the Imperial Guards was completely released for this monarch. Because for the Imperial Guards, the Emperor is almost their father.

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"Go and help me identify those lights, whether they have kindness to humans. If they are no different from those insects in the warp, just destroy that world directly. If they show the kindness that you can recognize in your cognition, then we may see a different tomorrow."

Ikaros prostrated himself on the ground, listening to the Emperor's teachings. After he did not get any information except a coordinate, he raised his head and was allowed to look directly at the Emperor.

The sun that penetrated into reality seemed to have never existed. Only the corpse sat alone on it for ten thousand years, enduring the torture that could not be matched by all the pain in the world.

Ikaros did not say another word, nor did he even ask why the Emperor chose him to carry out this mission.

He was just happy that the Emperor still trusted him and was willing to give him the job.

He took off his golden armor with joy, handed over his weapons, and faced his fate under the gaze of his brothers.

"Lord Ikaros, maybe you need this."

Someone called Ikaros before he left the palace gate.

It was a new-faced mechanical priest (although most of them looked the same), which was rare, because even the great sages rarely visited Terra, and the mechanical priests who maintained the Golden Throne would sacrifice (die of exhaustion) at their posts.

The man extended a mechanical arm, handed out a neural chimeric armor plate, and explained with some noise from his modified throat: "The body structure of the Imperial Guard is difficult to be compatible with the new power armor, so the Great Sage Cawl prepared a new set of equipment."

Ikaros frowned and asked: "Is this what the Regent meant?"

The mechanical priest shook his head, and his neck made a clicking sound of gear twisting. It was probably because he rarely lubricated it. He replied:

"It has nothing to do with the Regent. It is the revelation of Omnissiah, the God of All Machines. The Emperor is above, I think he will definitely agree."

Ikaros took the chimeric armor plate and docked it on his chest. The corresponding information has entered his mind and been recognized, even including the coordinates that the Emperor told him just now.

There is no need to doubt Omnissiah's revelation. In a sense, this is no different from the Emperor speaking directly in his mind. Perhaps the mechanical priests will think that the Emperor must need a speaker.