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

Ah, the Grand Hotel Galaxy.

Perturabo stood on the bridge, looking at the shining sun in the distance, curiosity flowing from his body.

What new things will the distinguished Ms. Odemeyer add to the galaxy in the next few years?

After just a little distraction, Perturabo tapped his toes excitedly. Hope on the side was surprised by Perturabo's good mood.

The Executioner Dynasty placed the Octagonal Fortress at the edge of the galaxy and turned away. After a while, the Rebecca giant ship sailed over and connected to the battleship's communication network.

"Yo! Here's Rebecca! A happy ship girl!"

"Hey Rebecca, are you okay?" Lin Fan greeted Rebecca with a smile.

Rebecca exclaimed excitedly, "You're back! Odemeyer has been very bad-tempered these days, and he doesn't like anyone..."

"What happened to her?"

"A bunch of blind idiots woke her up. You know Odemeyer gets very irritable when he doesn't get a good night's sleep."

Listening to Rebecca's voice, Perturabo nodded in agreement.

Everyone flew all the way to the Big Canteen Planet. On the way, Perturabo saw many huge void creations built around the planet.

"Is that our Huanxing Shipyard?" Perturabo pointed to a shining gaseous planet in the distance, and Rebecca also relayed the situation on the planet to Perturabo.

A huge complex factory with various ships parked in the dock.

The method of building warships was also very different from what Perturabo knew.

On some planets with less advanced technology, they build warships like savages building temples, sending ingots of metal into the sky piece by piece. The mechanical priests will dismantle these huge and heavy metal ingots, like laying bricks to build walls. The same goes for building warships.

With a fully equipped shipyard, the various parts of the ship will be solidified in the majestic furnace of the God of Machines.

The adamantine skeleton will float quietly in the anti-gravity field. Countless priests and modified servitors are praying and chanting. They place the modular ship structure on the adamantine skeleton, and the great sage completes the finishing work. Work, smashing a bottle of dark holy oil on the bow of the ship.

The shipbuilding here is in line with Perturabo's fantasy of the golden age. The interior of the gas star is divided into independent cylindrical tubes by suspended void stations.

The Void Station has a straight tip, like a lightning rod on a tall building. Amidst the buzzing sound of energy input, Perturabo watched thousands of needle towers start up in unison. The sparks of lightning pulled and absorbed matter and spit it out as flowing particles.

These particles fell into the center of the cylindrical tube, and the prototype of an entire battleship began to appear. The needle towers of each void station were completing the work that their angles could accomplish. The efficiency was so high that Peturabo was amazed.

Apart from resource constraints, what else could stop these factories from operating?

With a buzzing sound, the electromagnetic sensors of Perturabo's armor screamed, and a devastating stellar storm was coming towards them.

Perturabo hurriedly looked towards the star, preparing to raise the shield against the solar wind to protect the life of the ship's electronic components.

But when his eyes fell on the stars, he realized that his worries were groundless.

There is a striker at each of the north and south poles of the star. They move back and forth. Every time they are inserted into the depths of the star, a raging storm is stirred up.

The magnetic field generators prepared in advance were opened, and the stellar storm hit these magnetic fields. Part of the energy returned along the original path, while the other part of the energy was absorbed by the magnetic field generator and sent to various planets through quantum void electricity towers to maintain operation.

"How efficient...how advanced..." Perturabo did not feel that his admiration was exaggerated at all. He felt honored to be able to see the glory of the golden human race in his lifetime.

Dorn frowned, the feeling of danger getting closer and closer, and he had no clue.

Everyone headed to the surface of the Great Mess Hall Planet, where they were greeted not only by healthy Imperial citizens, but also by Tau who praised the Emperor and the Greater Good.

"These are allies, aliens who accept the management of the empire and believe in the emperor." Lin Fan explained to everyone.

The fortress industrial complex of the Grand Canteen was built, and there were also natural vegetation in it. They were distributed based on human psychology and occupied the least amount of land to best relieve the dull hearts of the citizens.

"Welcome back!" Erica and Delia stood side by side.

"Yes." Lin Fan took a few steps closer and stretched out his hand.

Delia tilted her head slightly, her blue eyes staring at Lin Fan's face without blinking, then she rushed forward and hugged Lin Fan.

She pressed tightly against Lin Fan, her head burrowing into Lin Fan's arms, and the mechanical limbs behind her also cooperated to wrap around Lin Fan's body, like a spider wrapping its legs around its prey.

The components in her body began to heat up, and the coolant in the pipeline was boiling. Delia began to emit hot smoke again. After a long time, she raised her head, her face was red and hot, but she could not see any shyness, only excitement. face.

"Did I help you?"

"Of course you helped me."

"Ahem!" Elafren coughed violently. She saw Delia hugging her so tightly that there was no gap left. She could only roll up her cloak and dodge behind Lin Fan. She jumped up and hugged her. Lin Fan's neck was touched, and he kissed Lin Fan's face as if swearing sovereignty.

"You are?" Delia's gentle blue eyes suddenly turned dangerous red. Although the body under the red robe was very soft, no one could explain how many weapons she had hidden.

"I am the master's sexual slave! I specialize in dealing with sexual desire!"

Listening to Elafren's roar, Lin Fan only felt embarrassed, but he did nothing.

"Look at you! By human standards, she is probably an old woman, right? But it's a pity! My master likes underage little lolita like us~"

"Ha...you alien..." Delia narrowed her eyes, raised a plasma gun from her shoulder, and aimed it at Elafren's head.

"Stop making trouble. Let's talk about anything in private...it won't be good." Lin Fan said weakly. He felt that his back had been pierced by the original body's fiery gaze.

"Ah... indeed... come here and finish your work with me first, and then you can have a party." Odemeyer came over with a yawn, and her black circle was scary to look at.

"what happened?"

"A group of blind Space Marines clamored to kill me. They caused considerable damage and disturbed my clear dreams."

"What? There is such a blind eye?" Perturabo looked much angrier than Odemeyer. He gritted his teeth and said, "I have at least ninety-nine, ninety-nine ways. Let them repent!”