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

Agrippina casts the world.

The geomagnetic signal towers located at the poles of the planet are activated with the blessing of the Mechanic Priests. The top of the tower is a huge bell engraved with sacred gear symbols. As the device pulls the planet's geomagnetism, it drives the same movement that matches the bell. Huge hammer.

Ring the bell once! Push the lever to activate the piston and pump!

Ring the bell twice! Press the button to start the engine, ignite the turbine and breathe life into it!

Ring the bell three times! Sing in unison to praise the God of all opportunities!

The three bells spread from the poles and swept across the world. These impacts caused the highly toxic atmosphere covering the surface of the planet to gather around the equator, almost breaking out of the atmosphere during the collision and squeeze. After the impact, the air masses that were forcibly squeezed together dispersed violently, and every inch of the earth was blown violently.

Eighty million industrial slaves living in the sealed hive city hung their heads for this great moment. Their hands and feet were still moving, and the Mechanicus Priests shuttled among them, roaring deafening sounds with their mechanically modified throats to remind them not to be delayed by the power of the God of Machines.

"The God of All Machines does not like laziness! The God of All Machines does not like sluggishness! Keep working! Keep praising!"

When the mechanical priests who oversaw the work went to the next area to check, some people cautiously asked others what the three dull bells meant.

"The holy relics of the God of All Machines have been brought back." The oldest person among the industrial slaves answered their question, "This is the bell to welcome them. It has nothing to do with us. Keep working."

As he said, a huge mechanical ark is indeed parked outside the planet. The Ark Mechanica, named the Eternal Quest, is led by Forge-General Rom.

Rom, like other high-ranking members of the Adeptus Mechanicus, has undergone extensive mechanical modifications. The robe, which was mainly gray and supplemented by red, covered his huge inhuman body. Only a small half of his face was not covered by the dark and complex machinery, but the excessively pale and stiff face undoubtedly made this great sage. The latter looked a little more terrifying.

Sharp-edged cables and wires of various colors penetrated his burqa and penetrated his torso through plugs embedded in his body. With this design, he can perfectly control the mechanical limbs installed on his back that look like clusters of branches.

Rohm's rows of electronic eyes stared at the temporarily sunny forging world of Agpilina. From an ordinary person's point of view, this is not a beautiful planet. The surface of the gray-blue planet is riddled with holes. These are The traces left by the invasion of Chaos.

The gray poisonous atmosphere once again blocked the sky of Agpilina, and Rom's electronic eyes could not see the true appearance of the world.

The huge red dot that can be observed from the universe marks the landing zone, and the Eternal Exploration Mechanical Ark releases a transport plane carrying the Great Sage Rohm and the Skitarii Corps to the surface of the planet.

Free particles in the atmosphere rub and collide, occasionally igniting chemicals spewed out of chimneys. Magnificent lightning and flames struck the surface of the transport plane, leaving traces unique to them.

Through the atmosphere, close to the dead earth. Trenches more than 100 meters deep are spread across the entire planet's surface. Millions of trenches are crisscrossed with straight and smooth walls. There are no bunkers inside. They are not only communication lines connecting various hives, but also tombs for burying enemies.

A gun fortress rises at the intersection of trenches. The invisible light is the eyes of the fortress machine soul. They are always on alert with the blessing of energy. When an enemy invades the planet, these turrets are the first line of defense.

Rohm saw that Forge Lord Orric's troops had formed a square formation in a landing area connected to more than 20 trench entrances and were ready to receive them. The honor guard consisting only of Orric's tens of thousands of subordinates made Rom a little disappointed. He was not grieved by the stinginess of the pomp. What he was really sad about was that even after he had been away from the Forge World for so long, the senior leaders of the Mechanicus who ruled the world were still on guard against each other because of their different philosophies.

"Nothing has changed in Agpilina," Rom muttered to himself, his harsh voice sounding like pieces of metal rubbing together. "But this won't last long..."

Huge vehicles loaded with skitarii and recovered technological relics drove along the straight ravine. Every few hundred meters you can see several ravines closing together, forcing anything to squeeze into these narrow, unprotected passages to face the long guns and short cannons on the city wall.

Entering the hive, the factory area divided according to factions immediately aroused Rom's disgust. The decorations of Iskraists and natives, radicals and conservatives, casters and reductionists grow wantonly under the giant gear-shaped dome that symbolizes the God of All Machines. They are all showing their infinite enthusiasm for the power of the God of All Machines in their own way.

They both think they are right and the other person is wrong. Even if it means death, they will never give in to each other. But if the opponent is really dead, they will definitely go crazy and grab all the opponent's technological heritage into their own hands.

There are specially opened weapons testing areas near the huge factory, but the naming of these areas is just to deceive others.

Even through the shield and the thick metal walls, Rom could still hear the unique sound of plasma and laser bombarding metal armor and flesh inside.

"A conflict broke out again?" Rom asked angrily to the holographic projection of Orric, the master of foundry, "Why didn't the great sage who oversaw the conflict stop it?"

"He is studying the Black Stone Stabilizing Anchor and has no intention of distracting his attention on such matters. What's more, the battle between the sages of the Bionic School and the sages of the Reduction School does not violate the requirements of the All-Machine God's Code."

Rom did not open his mouth to refute. As a member of the Sacred Ceremony Court, he certainly knew the Book of All-Machine God mentioned by Orik.

Everyone in the empire knows that the Forge World is the place where sacred technological artifacts are produced, but few people understand the principles of how the Forge World works.

The Archmagos of Forge are naturally the true rulers of the Forge Worlds. They have complete political, secular, and religious power within their own realm. They only swear allegiance in name to Mars and the Emperor.

The organization under the Supervisor of the Great Sage is the Holy Ceremony. Each member of its organization is an oligarch and sub-ruler of the Forge World fief or the Forge Temple. They are also the senior priests of the Mechanicum. The entire organization Governing the lives of the Forge World through a complex web of alliances, preferences, technological arcana specialties, and religious hierarchies.

The resources invested in the forging world are huge, and just for agricultural resources, Agpilina has three agricultural worlds to provide supplies.

But as the main source of weapons supply in the Cadia sector, the output of the Forge World is equally terrifying.

(A brief overview of the political system of the Mechanicus is: the feudal clergy oligarchic ruling group.)