Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Lin Fan's order was passed to Colonel Erica, and the Krieger Corps carried forward the fine tradition of doing more and asking less, and built a toilet.

And a circle of mine nets and defense groups were set up around it. All the Krieg soldiers clenched their weapons, waiting for a demon to pop out of the solid toilet.

Squeak.

The toilet door opened. Colonel Erica observed with a telescope and did not let the soldiers attack immediately.

She saw Lin Fan holding up his pants and waving to her. Erica neatly held the sandbag with her hands and turned it over.

He sprinted to Lin Fan's side and saluted.

"Calm down, Colonel Erica, ask the troops to disarm. No demons have emerged."

"Yes, sir."

"Ahem, remember to ask the troops to restore this place. Don't dismantle this toilet. The things inside will be very useful."

"You mean the excrement?"

"Ahem..." Lin Fan blushed, thinking that what he pulled out was a little too strange.

"You'll know after you take a look for yourself."

Pushing open the door, Erica saw that the toilet was built like a bunker and was filled with grass and flowers, but it was a bunker made of concrete and ceramic powder.

There is no possibility of cultivating plants.

"You did all this?"

"Strictly speaking, this is Nurgle's doing... But it's not impossible to say that it was me..."

Lin Fan touched his abdomen. He always felt that his stomach was still full of water, and the old soup from Nurgle had not been digested at all.

On the contrary, what was eaten passed through it again and became extremely vital.

It should be a good thing. Although I can't control the recovery of the planet's atmosphere, I can at least control the recovery of the planet's soil... I don't know if Tyron likes to eat this excrement.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan told Erica that the things in this house were controlled according to military material standards, sealed and stored, and sent to places that needed agricultural reclamation.

"As for the name, according to the ancient Terran tradition, the golden humans have a magical thing-Jin Kaila. Let's call this thing Jin Kaila."

"I'll eat more these days, and I'll do more... ahem, produce some of these things."

A few days later, on the outskirts of Memeril's nest, that is, in the areas where forests suddenly grew out.

Two Mechanicus were examining the land and considering what crops could grow on the planet.

They were all specially dispatched from the army. After all, there were not many Mechanic Priests left in the hive. The remaining priests have insufficient knowledge reserves. If they are asked to press the runes on the machine and sing the hymn of the God of All Machines, they really cannot be expected to know more.

"Gamma-331, no radiation has been detected in the land here. This forest can absorb pollution and radiation on the planet. It can be used to produce basic farming units."

"Confirmed, Gamma-112. The soil nutrients in the agricultural world of Array-1324 are not as high as here. My suggestion is to collect the soil and keep it for research."

Two Mechanicus were discussing. Not far away from them was an emergency modified tractor, although this behavior violated the rules of the Mechanicus.

But they still remember the time when Soap put the gun to their heads and asked them if they wanted their lives or the rules.

They all sighed as they saw a Centaur transport approaching them.

The vehicle stopped, and a group of Krieg soldiers were holding sealed boxes, which looked quite precious. This reminded the Mechanicus of the state of the Church when they were carrying sacred objects.

"Here are agricultural technology products specially sent to you by your superiors."

Agricultural technology products?

As soon as these words were said, the two mechanical priests felt ridiculous.

Who else on this planet can carry out great and profound scientific and technological production besides them, the believers in Omnisiah?

But for the sake of the Krieg soldiers, the two priests still didn't show it. These single-minded soldiers don't care what you are, they will kill you whenever you ask.

After sending the Centaur transport away, Gamma-112 opened the box and saw a black substance in his eyepiece.

The texture is soft, but not crumbling or falling apart.

Gamma-331 came over, "Is this a piece of organic fertilizer? This kind of thing can also be said to be an agricultural technology product..."

He couldn't continue because he was shocked by the data coming from the detector built into his eyepiece.

The core of the two people heated up rapidly as they calculated, and they stared blankly at the organic fertilizer in the box.

"Gamma-112, I remember that your legs have been modified. Why don't you go back?"

"No, Gamma-331, let's try what this thing can do first."

The two mechanical priests eagerly called on the workers to quickly cultivate a field for a control experiment, and then the modified tractor sent a layer of seeds into the soil.

Gamma-112 carefully used a blade as thin as a cicada's wing to scrape off a thin layer of agricultural technology products and buried it in the center of the land.

After the two finished all this, they spent seven days and seven nights without any rest or recharging, only maintaining the recording system and data checking system.

Those plants that took 60 days to mature and harvest completed a cycle in just seven days, and the fertility of the land did not decrease at all, but the technological products buried in the soil disappeared.

The fruits grown by the plants in the experimental field are so large and abundant that a potato buried in the ground is as big as a Leman Russ tank.

The Mechanicus spent a great deal of effort digging the fruit out of the soil.

The workers operating the tractors were dumbfounded. They stared blankly at the huge potatoes and didn't know what to say.

Through simple baking and further experiments, the Mechanicus did not find any problems with the resulting foods.

"According to calculations, 7mg's unknown agricultural technology product can provide nutrients for 7777 square meters of land, which is 7777.7777% higher than the production efficiency of agricultural products of the same area."

"Why are the numbers all 7? Is this a revelation from the God of All Machines?"

"Gamma-112, you return to the Omega unit quickly. I will continue to conduct experiments. Go quickly! There is no delay! These things are of great significance!"

While Gamma-112 didn't stop for a moment, he ran at high speed to the Omega Unit, which was the state church that was once again converted into a fortress.

Outside were Krieg decorations, trench barbed wire, and heavy machine guns and mortars set up.

But there are some differences. The numbered flowers and plants on those trenches add a touch of brightness to these cold and cruel war equipment.

Not only Gamma-112, but also many mechanical priests are standing anxiously at the door of the church. They are conducting a large amount of data exchange and discussion.

"All the numbers revolve around 7!"

"No matter how you debug the variables, all the data will slowly move closer to 7 without any error. Why is this?"

"What kind of technological product is this? Who produced it? Is there a great sage who specializes in crops on our planet?"

"If we master this product, it will be great for the forging world. We can use simple cultivation equipment to produce a large amount of food, and we won't have to waste time and money importing it from the agricultural world."

The Mechanicus Priests became more and more excited as they shouted, and hot smoke began to rise from under their robes. Even the Kriegs turned their heads to look at them.

No one had ever seen the indifferent Mechanic Priest be so excited and emotional before.

The church door opened, and Lin Fan stood at the door, raising his hand to signal the priests to calm down.

Taking them into the secret room of the church, Lin Fan showed them a lot of agricultural technology products.

"Everyone, this is a technological product I recently produced, called Jin Kaila."

"Jin Kela? Is this something on the stc template?"

"Uh...yes, he comes from before the golden age, with an even older name."

"Omnisea's shining bolt!"

A Mechanic Priest could not imagine the concept of a divine product before the Golden Age. He exclaimed in excitement, and then fell straight to the ground.

Fortunately, the priests around him stopped him, otherwise a hole would have been made in the floor tiles.

"Then how much output can he have? Can it be produced on a large scale? Is the Soap Sage willing to reveal the production method?"

Lin Fan found it quite interesting when he saw the Mechanic Priests using honorifics. A few days ago, these priests secretly called him an impolite piece of meat who would only use vulgar violence like a gun to force them to break the rules.

Now that I have seen new technologies, I will approach them one by one like a licking dog, asking them to understand the principles of everything they say.

But how dare Lin Fan say it.

These things he had pulled out in the past few days. In order to be able to pull out so much, Lin Fan started eating as soon as he woke up. The amount he pulled out in one day weighed 7 kilograms.

"This cannot be said. The technological products before the golden age have surpassed everything we can understand, and are almost like miracles. We need to thank the God of All Machines for giving us this magical treasure."

"Praise the God of All Machines!"

During the subsequent discussion between Lin Fan and the Mechanic Priest, he learned about the effectiveness of the golden kora he created.

7 kilograms of Jinkeli can be used in mg units.

7mg of Jinkeli can provide nutrients to 7777 square meters of barren land.

And it can accelerate the growth cycle of all plants planted near Jinqila to 7 days.

Trees, crops, flowers, and grass all become a seven-day growth cycle.

Not only that, it can increase the yield by 7777 times, and the amount of nutrients contained in the fruit is also increased by 7 times.

Lin Fan wanted to do the math, but found that he had no other numbers in his mind except 7, so he could only ask the Mechanic Priests to calculate the total for him.

He eats 77 kilograms of food a day and can pull 7 kilograms of golden litter.

These golden garbage can maintain the production of square meters of land, which is equivalent to .2791 acres of land.

Even based on the standards of Lin Fan's time, based on the average grain yield, one acre of land could produce 400 kilograms. According to this production scale, 6 kilograms of grain will be produced.

That is, .4558 tons of grain are produced every seven days.

It’s still a high-energy grain with seven times more nutrients.

(The data here is about 2022 million hectares. In 15, the global cultivated land will be about 2022 billion hectares, about one-fiftieth. The total grain output in 28 will be billion tons. Seven kilograms of golden garbage is enough for fifty percent of the earth. the nutritional needs of a field.

One-fiftieth of the land, after seven days of production, can produce one 175th of the total output. A standard year has almost 52 weeks. So if you calculate it, if the protagonist poops every day, he can produce 80 billion tons of food a year. But this is calculated based on the current crops on the earth, with a yield of 400 kilograms per mu. In these days of the empire, crops and other crops have probably been genetically modified for a long time, otherwise they wouldn't be able to feed so many people, and the output would be higher anyway. Here I will just give a familiar example based on the earth to illustrate how awesome the protagonist is. )

Imperial demi-humans (Sad, can such a serious mutation really be accepted by the empire?)