Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

Chapter 445 Dream System

The human condition is worse than Sigma imagined.

The pursuit of the incarnation of the Star God caused the intelligent control core that suppressed the core of Mars to become unbalanced. The Necrons organized several assaults and broke into the core at the cost of the death of the Pope, and finally destroyed it.

Without the intelligent control core, all the technological creations of the provisional government went out of control, and the creations with their own will split into two factions - those who left this place to find the emperor, and those who cleaned out these heretics who deviated from the emperor's will and then went back to find the emperor.

Those oppressed small alien forces that were not qualified to join the Zhendan Dynasty began to betray and attack human organizations under the instigation of the elves.

The pursuit in the Sea of ​​Souls has increased psychic activity, and races with weak psychic powers can also better perceive psychic reactions, which further aggravates the distrust among all parties and causes the conflict to deteriorate further.

What's worse is that as a backup means for mankind, the creations of bio-alchemy were divided into four groups - those who went with the Cybernetics Corps, those who found ghouls to join the club, those who mixed with the Eldar and other aliens in an attempt to play with psychic powers, and those who captured some humans and became their own masters.

The various forces were willing to negotiate peacefully, but they could not truly trust each other, so war was bound to break out.

In this case, the situation slides into the worst possible scenario - neither a quick and decisive blow, nor any rationality or negotiation.

If you can fight, fight. If you can't, take a breath and keep fighting until you can't find the enemy anymore, or you die completely.

As we all know, this kind of war, which involves fighting back and forth without giving the enemy any time to recover and exhausting the mobile forces and manpower, is one of the most destructive means of warfare.

The mutual chaos completely destroyed the reconstruction work, and the human civilization that could still be rescued was declared dead. The fact that it could enter the wasteland era was already an outcome with a deep enough foundation, abundant technology and heritage to save it.

During the war, too many scientists and technicians were beheaded, and important standard manufacturing templates and industrial cores were destroyed.

Although the team left behind by Sigma was extremely elite, they were too small in number, and the speed at which they could put out fires could not keep up with the speed at which fires broke out in all directions.

With no other options, they had to drive the Double-Tailed Comet to rescue the remaining usable objects and technologies.

Take away strategic resources before the enemy invades.

This behavior naturally dealt a huge blow to the defense system, so many planets fell.

Sigma was so shocked that he didn't know what to feel for a moment. Brainstorming took up all his computing power and his brain went into a shutdown state. He needed to rebuild his broken bottom line.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Terra did not crack and is still well preserved.

Putting aside the fact that there are all kinds of forces above and no single scavenger survives, the human home planet is still very habitable.

Do we really need to separate the construct?

That is impossible.

Not to mention that Chaos is just a leech that crawls on the human race and sucks blood, so what if they abide by the agreement?

I live near your house and do nothing, but I ask you to give me half of your monthly salary and charge you a little less every few months. And you still have to be grateful to me and say thank you?

If you cannot control the route, it is not your route.

Once the construct is given to them, they will form a group and bully you before you can reason with them.

Most of the anti-warp black stones are in the hands of the Necrons, and I can't grab too many with my current strength.

Moreover, Black Stone is not omnipotent, and it is impossible to hide forever. If it is broken, the unprotected brain will be invaded by the subspace and the memory will be lost.

"Don't bother me, I'll give you the things, go and play with them."

"Fuck!"

The sudden sound scared Sigma so much that he almost jumped out of the atmosphere.

You know, he found a lava world, and the whole planet is flowing magma. Who wouldn’t be afraid of sudden movement?

"Vashto? What are you doing here?"

"This is something for you. The boss left it for you. The boss said that if an irreparable disaster occurs in the galaxy during the 25K to 30K period and four emotional tides appear in the subspace, he will give this thing to you."

"??"

"Don't be surprised. You can see the future, and your boss can see it better."

"No one stopped you?"

"Don't even mention it. Heaven is not a place for humans to stay right now... The air pressure is so low that it's terrifying. Several real worlds were filled up like puffs and couldn't hold up, so they exploded on the spot.

Everyone wanted to go out on the field, and no one dared to say a word. "

"So you're okay with saying that?"

“If the mission is successful, then it’s fine.

If you fail, there is no need to think about the future. "

The demon lord smiled bitterly, revealing a helpless and open-minded attitude.

"What's inside?"

"I don't know. The boss personally blessed it. Who would dare to open it if they were not the recipient?"

Unable to ask more, Sigma thanked him. Before leaving, Vashto slapped his forehead, as if he remembered something, and said:

“I will be an arms dealer in the subspace in the future and change my name to Vashtor. Don’t worry, I have the means and those guys won’t be able to find me.

If you need anything, you can contact me.”

The two sides said goodbye, and after the people left, Sigma did not look for a place to go. He directly tore open the cover of the box. Golden mist instantly entered his lungs, and the packaging turned into ashes.

“Boy, you’ve been given the game to play, and you’ve also seen the future.

It's time to walk your own path.

This Huangliang system can pull other people's will into space in the form of dreams, and your conversations in space will not be recorded in the soul.

The plan made will also restore the user's memory when the time is right and the element is activated."

A familiar voice invaded my mind, then faded away, leaving behind a faint but steady trace.

Looking at the (1/50) number of members projected by the system on his cornea, Sigma felt guilty.

"Brothers, explore the webway. We need to set a general direction before the Renaissance War begins."

"What the hell? Brother, the webway was blown up and shattered into pieces. Do you want to explore the webway?"

Ai'er was extremely surprised. As an Eldar, he knew the scale and cost of the Webway better than anyone else.

With current resources and technology, it is almost impossible to repair it.

"I know it's difficult. Let's make do with inferior materials for now. The subspace won't be usable for long."

"What happened?"

Erda was shocked and realized that something serious had happened.

Seeing his lover asking, Sigma thought for a while and finally told him the whole story.

He spoke in great detail and his analysis was comprehensive and methodical. Even the dumbest guy could understand the pros and cons and know the key points.

There is no obvious disguise in the long speech, and the psychic concealment of the key words can only be said to have been done.

Sigma was waiting, waiting for Elda's betrayal, or for someone with bad intentions to eavesdrop.