The promotion of the Adeptus Mechanicus reform bill caused a sensation among the major Forge Worlds, Thanks to the laying of the super-interstellar network, Adeptus Mechanicus from different Forge Worlds, even tens of thousands of light-years apart, could discuss this matter on forums.
New policies such as 'factory to household' and 'market-based competition' made many Adeptus Mechanicus realize that the good old days were gone forever.
Previously, they relied on monopolizing technology and the market to obtain excessive profits and maintain their status.
The Imperium needed to pay them the collected tithes in exchange for weapons and equipment.
In the past, the status of Forge Worlds was very high.
Even Astartes Warbands had to maintain good relations with them to get good equipment.
As for after-sales service, there wasn't much to expect.
It was common for Mechanical Priests sent for maintenance work to be executed on the spot due to soldiers' improper use of weapons.
For a Forge World, not using weapons of mass destruction on customers was considered very restrained.
However, with the introduction of the latest policies and bills, this monopolistic position was gone.
The factories of the Saints and those hive city industries would impact the moats of the Forge Worlds.
If their products and technology could not gain market recognition, they would be eliminated by the market and become part of history.
Such policies and bills naturally caused great controversy.
The management organizations and high-ranking Adeptus Mechanicus of those Forge Worlds all expressed strong opposition.
They demanded that Mars take the lead in protesting to Terra and the Saint together.
However, Laski, as the Fabricator-General, chose to play dead at this critical moment, making no response, He didn't want to be this way, but the Saint gave too much.
Megastructures, lighthouses, and the recently introduced bio-brains and stellar energy conversion technology—these were all top-tier technologies.
Even he, as the Fabricator-General, holding a vast number of STCs, had few technologies that could compare to the Saint's gifts, "Let the Adeptus Mechanicus outside suffer a bit, and I will enjoy the benefits."
"I am the Lord of Mars, and the right to interpret the Mars regulations is in my hands, The Saint is not wrong; everything he has done complies with the Mars regulations."
Laski comforted himself with a clear conscience.
Everything he did complied with the provisions of the Mars regulations, because he was the Fabricator-General, the Lord of Mars, and the ultimate right of interpretation of the regulations was in his hands.
He had to firmly support the incarnation of Omnissiah.
As for those guys outside, they had no spirit of dedication at all and could be completely ignored.
The other Archmagos of Mars also benefited more or less, and thus could not righteously oppose the reform.
Thus, Mars, which should have been the leader, leading other Forge Worlds in protesting Terra, remained eerily silent.
Other Forge Worlds, seeing Mars playing dead, were furious and condemned the Fabricator-General and the Mars Adeptus Mechanicus for their betrayal.
The opposition from various Forge Worlds was strong, but they never managed to form a united front against the reform, because the internal structures of these Forge Worlds were not monolithic.
'Factory to household' and 'market-based management' were policies that harmed the interests of the councils and supervisors managing the Forge Worlds, but for many ambitious Adeptus Mechanicus and Priests, it was a rare opportunity.
The difficulty of promotion within the Adeptus Mechanicus, and the deep control high-ranking Adeptus Mechanicus had over power and resources, were unimaginable to outsiders.
Many Priests and low-ranking Adeptus Mechanicus were merely slaves of high-ranking Adeptus Mechanicus, with little human rights.
High-ranking Adeptus Mechanicus used cruel algorithms and absolute systemic advantages to exploit the surplus value of lower-ranking Adeptus Mechanicus and Priests completely, leaving them with only scraps.
Under such circumstances, working diligently step by step would never lead to an opportunity to stand out.
Now, this 'factory to household' reform initiative created more liquidity and shattered the control that high-ranking Adeptus Mechanicus had over resources.
For many members of the Adeptus Mechanicus, this was the worst of times, and also the best of times.
They would lose their iron rice bowls, but as long as they seized the opportunity, they could become the trendsetters of the new era, becoming Archmagos revered by thousands.
Therefore, this group of people lacked sufficient motivation to oppose the reform.
It was just that the higher-ups demanded it, so they had no choice but to voice their opposition.
In reality, quite a few Adeptus Mechanicus and Priests were secretly causing trouble, only to increase the pressure on the high-ranking Adeptus Mechanicus, forcing them to implement reforms and gain practical benefits.
The reform targeting the Adeptus Mechanicus also faced great resistance, but compared to the wave of opposition formed by other reform measures of the Imperium, it was negligible.
After Daniel, Laski, Cawl, and other high-ranking Adeptus Mechanicus officials discussed, they formulated a practical set of reform rules, thus initiating the first reform of the Adeptus Mechanicus since the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne.
Father Tina of Terra Planet responded the fastest: "Tina Industrial Group officially announces its establishment today."
"This group's business covers military weapons, biological modification, prosthetic enhancement, and other fields."
"Additionally, we undertake services such as warship maintenance, space station polishing and maintenance, fortress post-maintenance, ruin reconstruction, and continental modification."
"The core philosophy of Tina Group is to provide customers with high-quality technological services, If needed, you can fill in your contact information, and we will have professionals connect with you."
Father Tina was one of the earliest Adeptus Mechanicus members to serve the Saint.
When they first met, Father Tina was merely a tech-priest responsible for space station maintenance.
Today, she is a high-ranking Adeptus Mechanicus, holding significant influence in the Calixis Sector.
Most Players' first mechanical prosthetics basically came from Father Tina's prosthetics shop.
This was a benefit for new Players; they only needed to complete a few small tasks to get a high-quality prosthetic, which was very cost-effective.
On the official forum, Father Tina was once listed as one of the friendliest NPCs.
Of course, today's Father Tina not only operates prosthetics but has also expanded into many other businesses.
These include the manufacturing of Gauss weapons, orbital torpedoes, power armor, new tanks, and other weapon equipment.
At that time, when Daniel used Terra Planet as his base to gather troops and crusade against the rebels on Sintilla Planet, most of the weapons and equipment used were supplied by Father Tina.
Father Tina's prompt declaration took an important step in the Adeptus Mechanicus reform of the Calixis Sector.
The observing reformists thus found their backbone and followed Father Tina's footsteps, establishing their own enterprises and groups, thereby initiating a vigorous new era of reform.
While the Imperium was undergoing reforms with great fervor, the war of conquest continued on Museum Planet somewhere in the galaxy.
The Imperial fleet had seized orbital control.
Now, it hovered above the low-Earth orbit, occasionally conducting orbital bombardments on the surface.
As soon as a structured Necron army appeared in a certain area, orbital bombardment would follow closely, primarily focusing on carpet bombing.
The surface war had been raging for several months; looking around, it was a scene of devastation, the entire world reduced to ruins.
Most of the pyramids were destroyed by the Players, and the collections inside were looted.
Trazyn, who suffered heavy losses, cried in the restroom several times.
Thousands of years of effort went up in smoke, making him gnash his teeth in hatred towards the Saints, but he couldn't defeat these guys.
His Necron army was retreating steadily, disintegrating.
Pyramid after pyramid fell, and now, Trazyn had only one pyramid left.
The once spacious collection halls and corridors were crowded with soldiers and technicians because other pyramids had been destroyed, and the Necron army destroyed by the enemy could only resurrect in this last pyramid.
High-ranking generals with self-emotions were very pessimistic.
They believed there was no chance of winning against the Imperium's offensive.
Trazyn's logic core also showed an emotion called regret, This battle could be said to be the first major loss he suffered since waking up.
A Museum Planet was just gone like that.
He even wanted to travel back in time and slap his past self for being so foolish as to try and capture some Saints.
Now look, such a huge museum was wiped out.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
The sound of a giant war horn came from the horizon.
The Necron Overlords stationed at various parts of the pyramid all raised their spirits, knowing that a new round of offensive was about to begin, boom! Boom! Boom!
Terrifying explosions erupted as the Imperium fleet launched orbital bombardments as usual, suppressing the Necron army on the surface.
"Are these guys' shells inexhaustible?" a Necron Overlord cursed indignantly.
Every attack, the Imperium's shells and Rath spears rained down as if they were free.
If it weren't for the shield protection, they would probably have been pulverized by these damned Humans.
After the orbital bombardment ended, dozens of black dots appeared in the sky, whistling in at extremely high speeds.
The pyramid's defense protocol was activated, and dense guns and cannons popped out, firing overwhelming Gauss beams towards the black dots.
The Necron Overlords raised their heads, their eyes glowing with eerie green light, clearly seeing that those black dots were human warplanes.
They dived down at extremely high speeds, then transformed into mechs in the air, and finally landed with a thud, The mechs' arms extended autocannons and power weapons, and their shields activated, They charged towards the pyramid, enduring the gunfire released by the defensive turrets.
Primaris Space Marines equipped with thrusters followed the mechs in an aerial drop, attacking the Necron defense structures.
"These damned thieves! They steal our technology, then use the equipment they developed from it to fight Terra!"
Trazyn, standing on the platform, looked outside and cursed under his breath.
It wasn't the first time he had seen such a transforming fighter jet.
He had even destroyed one and studied it.
This type of fighter jet was called a Viking fighter by the Saints, capable of both air and ground combat.
It could fly in the air and transform into a mech upon landing.
Active nanomaterials were the main components, forming the joints and transformation core, with various high-strength alloys as auxiliary materials to enhance its defense.
It had a built-in energy reactor, giving it super endurance.
Its dual arms were equipped with power weapons and autocannons, possessing astonishing destructive power.
Humans had stolen the active metal technology of the Necron and developed Viking mechs to counter the Necron Dynasties.
Thinking of this, Trazyn couldn't help but want to curse loudly.
These damned human thieves.
"Curator." Sunnet walked behind Trazyn.
"Sunnet." Trazyn turned his head to look at his assistant.
"Curator, the dimensional wormhole has opened, Should we evacuate the army first, or send away your precious collections?" Sunnet asked.
A hint of human-like struggle appeared on Trazyn's metallic face.
"Evacuate the army first."
Despite his reluctance, Trazyn knew that the Necron army at hand was his foundation.
If the collections were gone, he could always collect them again later, and there were several other Museum Planets.
The loss was significant, but still acceptable.
Once the army was gone, his influence would sharply decline.
"Understood, Curator." Sunnet saluted and turned to leave, before he had walked a few steps, he heard Trazyn's voice again.
"You can leave the other collections, but remember to bring that replicated Primarch."
"Understood, Curator." Sunnet replied, boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions rang out continuously, deafening and terrifying, causing the ground to shake, Countless dust was lifted by the explosions, rushing into the sky, then pulled down by gravity.
It fell from the sky.
The Players participating in the war showed no fear; instead, they were all extremely excited.
They gathered and launched their final charge towards the pyramid, vowing to take the last high ground.
"Brothers, this is the final battle! Capture Trazyn alive!"
"Don't let that scoundrel escape!"
Chad sat in the cockpit of a Viking mech.
He fought while checking the tactical display projection.
"Pigtail, you go to B2 ~ B3 area."
"September Ninth, you go support Area B."
Chad continuously issued orders.
He had his companions divide into small teams, using flanking tactics to strike at the weak points of the enemy's defense line.
Whoosh!
A dark green beam of light streaked across the air and landed on a mech next to Chad.
"Damn it!"
That Player shouted.
Immediately after, there was an earth-shattering explosion.
The terrifying explosion caused the ground to shake slightly.
Chad looked in the direction from which the beam of light had been fired and found a pyramid-shaped tomb obelisk.
The beam that overloaded and destroyed the Viking mech's shield was fired from it.
"Concentrate fire, destroy it first."
Chad marked that obelisk as a target that must be destroyed.
The next second, several beams shot out, landing on the obelisk's shield, overloading it, followed by several missiles.
It was directly destroyed.
"Advance."
After destroying the obstacle, Chad led the remaining Viking mechs to continue advancing, while the Players moved forward through the breach they had opened.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.The Players of the Emperor Hammers were infiltrating the battlefield.
An elite squad led by Warmaster, Yuji, wearing stealthy Hellfire Adeptus Power Armor, quietly infiltrated the interior of the pyramid.
Their purpose for this trip was to capture Trazyn alive.
Along the way, they encountered a Necron squad that was transferring collections, so they launched an attack.
After annihilating that Necron squad, they had an unexpected gain.
"Is this little Fulgrim??"
Yuji looked at the collection before him, his eyes wide.
Within a stasis field emitting a ghostly green light, a sorrowful giant was imprisoned.
He had long white hair and an incredibly handsome face.
He was tall, a head taller than a Primaris Space Marine.
"This guy really put Fulgrim here?" Caesar was also a little surprised.
They had discussed this matter when the battle first began.
They all agreed that Fulgrim couldn't possibly be on this planet; he would be in Trazyn's home.
Who would have thought that Trazyn would put Fulgrim here?
Perhaps he was also afraid that his home would be raided, leading to the loss of all precious collections, so he stored them separately.
"Should we release him? Otherwise, once we leave, those Necrons will definitely move him."
Sea Turtle watched the Necron soldiers collapsing to the ground slowly disappear and asked his companions.
"Fulgrim is on the side of Chaos, If we release him, he might just turn to Chaos again." Fred said, "At that time, if it disrupts the game balance, our sin would be great."
"Fulgrim is loyal, right?" Caesar scratched his head.
"Even the Emperor didn't expect Horus to betray him, did he? warhammer's plot cannot be thought of with normal thinking." Fred said.
"You're the leader, what do you say we do?" Yuji looked at Warmaster leading the team.
Warmaster was also a bit flustered, unable to make up his mind.
After some thought, he decided to let the Guide make the final decision on this matter.
"Contact Arale."
The other Players exchanged glances and agreed with Warmaster's decision.
The Players of the Emperor's Cannon Fodder squad had just reported this matter and were waiting for the Guide's reply when.
Trazyn arrived.
Fulgrim was his most precious collection.
Although he was only a replicated Primarch, he was extremely precious to him.
"You damned thieves!" Trazyn yelled as he ordered his accompanying Necron guards to attack.
"You damned metal skeleton! I was just about to look for you, and you delivered yourself to my doorstep, Brothers, let's go together and capture him!"
Just like that, both sides engaged in a fierce melee, fighting inextricably.
Daniel, who was handling government affairs on Terra.
Suddenly, a quest interface popped up in front of him.
[Quest: Bring little Fulgrim to the Throne Room.
As a clone of Fulgrim, little Fulgrim also possesses powerful strength, but unlike the traitorous Daemon Primarch, he remains loyal to the Empire, not yet corrupted by Chaos.
Please bring him to the Throne Room for a sacred baptism to completely eliminate the possibility of him being corrupted by Chaos.
Reward: Large amount of Exp Points, a loyal Primarch-level Custodian Captain (Your guard needs a sufficiently powerful individual to serve as a leader; only then can they help you at critical moments.)]
As soon as Daniel finished reading the quest content, Arale's voice came through.
"Master, your Player has discovered a special collection on Trazyn's planet."
Daniel turned his head to look at Arale and smiled, "Is it Fulgrim?"
Arale's projection showed a surprised expression, "Master, how did you know?"
"Master can foresee the future, so of course, I know everything." Daniel teased Arale for a moment before continuing, "Tell them to bring Fulgrim back at all costs."
"Understood, Master." Arale nodded.
"Forget it, give them a quest and reward them with an eagle medal." Daniel said.
"Understood, Arale will take care of it immediately."
Arale's projection disappeared.
As soon as Daniel finished speaking.The Players who were fighting Trazyn received the quest.
[Quest: Bring Fulgrim back to Terra, Basic Reward: — ", a golden eagle medal, bonus Reward:
"The Guide has issued an order! Quick, release Fulgrim!" Warmaster shouted after reading the quest.
"Quick, stop them!" Trazyn ordered his soldiers to attack, but they were firmly blocked by Warmaster and the other Players.
Fred rushed to the stasis device, raised his warhammer covered in shining lightning, and slammed it down, bang!
A shockwave slowly spread, and the stasis field flickered a few times before disappearing.
Fulgrim's time began to flow again, and countless noisy sounds instantly flooded his ears.
His memory remained at the moment Fabius betrayed him to the xenos.
That damned, spider-like fellow had betrayed him.
At this moment, a Scourge Destroyer with three leg-like appendages for its lower body broke through the Players' defense and lunged at Fulgrim, attempting to control him.
Fulgrim instinctively dodged, causing the opponent's attack to miss, Then, he threw a punch, sending the heavy Scourge Destroyer flying, crashing into a distant wall, and exploding into a pile of sparking debris.
His terrifying strength caused the entire battlefield to fall into a brief silence.
Fulgrim raised his head and immediately saw the xenos who had used despicable means to restrain him, as well as the human warriors holding weapons and fighting around him.
Even though Fulgrim was only a replica, he still possessed an extraordinary mind.
In just a moment, he understood his current situation.
Then, he began to slaughter.