Chapter 177 22, Dukel: "On Mars, Heresy Is Rampant!"

Hearing the task given to him by Dukel, the Casting General actually refused in his heart. He knew very well that this journey would be full of dangers and even a life-or-death situation. But looking at the complete STC template in front of him, the words of refusal were on his lips, but he couldn't open his mouth anyway.

This is a complete template. No matter what its actual function is, it is worth a war within the Mechanicus for it.

The Primarch gave too much.

The mechanical sub-brain kept reporting errors, and rational plans were completely denied. The Casting General finally couldn't stand the greed in his heart anymore.

"Your Highness Dukel, your will is my way forward." He ignored the frequent error reports in his mind and firmly expressed his determination.

"A wise choice." Dukel said with a smile.

"The Mechanicus is the most reliable ally of the Empire. My brothers and I want to lead the Empire to achieve our common ideals, and we cannot do without the support of the God of All Machines. If your mission can be successfully completed, I will build many projects in the solar system in the future blueprint. Doron, I hope you can appear in this beautiful future and participate in these projects as my chief technical priest."

"You value me so much, I swear to repay you with all my strength, my highness." Casting General Doron bowed and saluted, and with his movements, the huge mechanical body made a trembling humming sound.

"Go, get more help for me." Dukel continued, "I am never stingy. If your work is done well enough, I will give you more rewards."

Hearing more rewards, Doron's heart trembled again.

"Your Highness, I promise you. On the day you officially take over as the Supreme War Marshal, the entire empire will be driven by your will." Doron's mechanical voice still did not have too many emotional ups and downs. But from his eyes, Dukel saw a familiar light, which was the courage burning from ambition.

The Forge General dragged his huge mechanical body out of the room.

Duker sat at his desk, picked up the paper documents about the Mechanicus, and read them carefully. In theory, the Mechanicus does not belong to the Empire. They are allies of the Empire, enjoy a transcendent status in the Empire, and occupy one of the two-headed eagles of the Empire.

If you want to start the Second Great Expedition and form a huge fleet, whether it is the creation of weapons and equipment or the maintenance and repair of warships, all of these cannot be separated from the support of the Mechanicus.

How to get the support of the Mechanicus has become a problem for him to consider.

Duker is not good at solving problems, but he is very good at solving those who raise problems.

So he sent Doron to bribe those who have no problems first.

Then he and Guilliman went to Mars to face those heretics with problems.

Doron left the Primarch's office. On the way out, he kept thinking about how to persuade the great sages of different schools of the Mechanicus to complete the work entrusted to him by Duker.

On the way, the anti-gravity suspension platform he was riding made a buzzing sound, burdening his heavy mechanical body.

Seeing him coming, people along the way had to temporarily hide on the side road and wait for him to go with them. The bloated body of the Casting General blocked everyone's passage.

Doron was able to step onto his aircraft unimpeded, and then returned to his own mechanical ark.

The mechanical ark is a symbol of the knowledge of the mechanical sages. Its body size is equivalent to a casting world, and its composition and structure depend on the knowledge and technology possessed by the creator.

Mechanical sages often apply the technology they are proud of to their own arks.

The Mechanicus never pays attention to bloodline, and only their own abilities determine their position. Doron recalled his past.

When he had not yet met Ohm Messiah, he was just an ordinary young man in the industrial world. In a selection of the Mechanicus, he stood out.

After decades of study and self-transformation, he was finally certified by the internal school of the Mechanicus and became a real priest.

With his infinite enthusiasm for knowledge and truth, Doron spent hundreds of years. In the process, he became more and more knowledgeable and eventually became the Forge General of the Forge World.

During this long period of time, he met many colleagues with the same ideas and made many enemies.

Most of the enemies came from the Mechanicus - in the pursuit of truth, dissidents with different ideas are often the most terrifying enemies.

Many people want to kill Doron, strangle his heresy, and snatch the STC template from him.

But in order to complete the work commissioned by Duker, he must return to Mars again and reach a consensus with those dissidents.

And this is only the most insignificant problem he needs to face. Loyalty and knowledge are the most precious things in the galaxy, and everything else is nothingness.

Doron's bloated body swayed with the vibration of the aircraft, and he finally arrived at his destination.

In his mechanical ark port, a large number of transport ships came and went. The huge traction machinery dragged these heavy armor or weapon containers over, and then used the mechanical arm to put them in the transport boat.

The first time the servants and priests saw Doron, they offered him their highest greetings.

Doron just glanced at them and walked straight through the steel jungle composed of countless pipes.

Then he came to a room on the bottom floor of the Ark, where a great mechanical sage had been waiting.

"Dear Ms. Mina, I am honored that you can accept my invitation." From the moment he saw the great sage, Doron spared no effort to flatter her.

"Your arrival has given my Ark a layer of glorious paint. Please listen carefully. Even the machine soul is admiring your brilliance."

"Give up your sweet talk, Doron." The great sage Mina sneered, "I came here not to believe your lies, but to see how many tricks you can still have."

As a great sage, Mina's image is far more pleasing to the eye than Doron. Her body is tall and well-proportioned, and the crimson robe of the Mechanicus still cannot hide her charm.

"You really broke my heart when you said that."

"You still have a heart? Don't you mean the black waste wrapped in scrap iron?" Mina's attitude is still bad.

Hearing the lady's disgusting words.

Doron was not angry, but looked at her with a complicated expression.

When he had not yet joined the Mechanicus, Mina was his neighbor's sister and the first member of the Mechanicus he met.

At that time, Mina, who was still an apprentice priest, was responsible for the daily maintenance of the machinery in his community.

Doron's young heart was once excited by Mina, and they had a good time. At that time, they both looked forward to seeing each other.

Unfortunately, when they became formal mechanical priests, the subjects they studied caused them to belong to different schools.

Maybe they still admire each other today,

but they love the truth more, which is destined to make them drift apart.

"I came here to tell you, Doron." Mina spoke again, "I will never be deceived by your sweet words again, and I don't care who you work for now, I..."

"A complete stc template with a complete database."

"What did you say?" Mina was not angry because her words were interrupted, but asked in disbelief.

"22 space apes, some knowledge about biological genes. Part of the database of the space undead, the Endless."

Doron did not stop talking. The words he kept saying made Mina feel unfamiliar.

What she was unfamiliar with was not the meaning of these words, but the man in front of her.

Is this still the miser Doron? She knew Doron very well. Doron was typical - he could take my life, but not my treasures.

Let alone death, even if his soul was annihilated, he would generate a greedy entity in the subspace, holding his treasure and refusing to let go.

The most common thing in the Mechanicus is misers. For various knowledge, samples, or STC templates, there have been many wars within the Mechanicus, with bloodshed and heavy casualties. But even in such a group, Doron's stinginess is well-known.

Now Doron wants to transfer these treasures to her. It would be a lie to say that he is not moved.

But abandoning her school and joining the team of the original body is really a loss of the demeanor of a great sage.

"Doron, how ridiculous, do you think you can buy me off with just these?" She sneered, "Which great sage can't resist such temptation?"

"Just these are the only things you want me to abandon my colleagues and students, they are my fellow travelers on the path of truth, we are like family"

Doron looked at the great sage in front of him silently.

If someone else said this, he might believe it. But the woman in front of him

To be honest, the reason why he approached her first was not because of their old relationship, but because he understood her more.

"The Lord of the Second Legion promised that you can join his core scientific research team. Caul and Gris are both members of this team." Doron continued.

"You're right, dear." Mina's words changed almost without any pause.

"Swearing allegiance to the Primarchs is not a betrayal. His Majesty is the incarnation of the God of All Machines. Compared with ordinary school priests, the Emperor's own sons can better represent the will of the Om Messiah. This is an obvious problem."

The Emperor is the incarnation of the God of All Machines walking on earth. The Primarchs are the Emperor's sons. How can it be considered a betrayal to pledge allegiance to the son of God?

The narrow school locked the truth in a narrow range and completely forgot the will of God.

Mina was very grateful to herself for being able to detect this mistake in time and save herself.

She seemed to speak without pause, but in fact, she performed nearly ten thousand calculations in an instant. In her logic module, she evaluated and calculated the possible consequences and values ​​of each action.

Without exception, investing in the Primarchs is the choice to maximize benefits. As for the school? She is really not familiar with it. Apart from anything else, Doron promised real benefits.

Her school is far less generous.

The Primarch gave too much. In Mina's calculations, even the rewards from the school, plus her conscience and reputation, could not be sold at such a price.

And the reason why she hated the Primarch in the past was mainly because she hated that Cawl and Gris always relied on the support of the Primarch to wantonly trample on various prohibitions of the Martian Cult.

To be more precise, she hated that they did not take her with them when they trampled on the prohibitions.

Now that the other party is willing to let her become a member and share the results, what reason does she have to refuse?

She can also join the core team of the Primarch, and infinite knowledge and infinite truth will be in front of her.

"Mina, your colleagues and students should really thank you. You sold them at a good price." Doron said with a smile.

"I will treat them better." Mina also smiled.

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A few days later, with the support of Ducker, Doron quickly gained the support of many great sages with his wealth offensive.

At the same time, Guilliman found Ducker.

Now there is less than half a month left before the celebration.

Guilliman brought him the reactions of all walks of life in the empire to Ducker's succession as the warmaster, as well as the attitudes of the empire to the second great expedition of mankind.

"Brother, the actions you took when you arrived on Terra have now shown their effects." Guilliman continued, holding a stack of paper documents.

"No matter what they think secretly, on the surface, today's Empire is more united than ever before. Many dignitaries came from all over the galaxy, and they brought a huge amount of supplies as gifts. The list of these gifts alone even filled ten houses."

The regent's tone was high, and his face, like a marble sculpture, also showed obvious joy.

The Second Great Expedition is definitely not something that can be organized by shouting a few slogans.

The various expenses involved are astronomical figures that are enough to make the entire Imperial Administration dizzy.

But with the support of these nobles who came from all over the galaxy, the gaps needed for the expedition were greatly filled.

With sufficient logistical supplies, this great fleet can expedition without worries in the dark galaxy.

Duke nodded.

This gift and the attitude of the dignitaries were not beyond his expectations.

His bloody cleansing on Terra had obviously frightened many dignitaries.

To put it nicely, this was a gift for him to take over as the Supreme Warmaster.

To put it bluntly, this was the protection fee they needed to pay.

Dukel might not remember who had given him gifts, but he would definitely remember who hadn't.

In his opinion, only heretics who betrayed the Empire would be unwilling to offer this loyalty.

If they didn't want their whole family to join Chaos, which dignitary in the Empire would offend the Supreme Warmaster who was now in the limelight?

Suddenly, Dukel seemed to have thought of something and asked,

"What about the Mechanicus on Mars? How do they express their attitude?"

"They." Guilliman paused for a moment before continuing, "The Mechanicus said that they would fully support you."

Dukel was unmoved, "How exactly do they support you?"

Guilliman blinked, "They said that they are willing to issue a series of measures to increase the Empire's confidence in the Great Crusade."

Everyone present was still waiting for the Regent to continue speaking.

But Guilliman's next words were not coming.

Efilar could not help asking, "Lord Regent, what's next?"

Guilliman: "No, this is all they said."

Efilar: "."

Ducker slammed the table and stood up: "On Mars, heresy is rampant, and the Mechanicus is in chaos. The wicked are in power. Those who betray the truth are sitting in high places! The empire is in ruins and the people are suffering!"

After listing their crimes, Ducker made a final conclusion, "Guilliman, give me a list, let me see how many heretics are hidden in the Mechanicus of Mars!"

Looking at Ducker, who was murderous because he did not receive a gift.

Guilliman's eyes twitched suddenly.