Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Dukel used the spiritual disciplines he derived to visualize his own subspace projection.

Um.

I visualized myself, and although it sounded strange, the process was incredibly smooth.

In the process of his visualization.

The endless wildfire that spread across the boundless plains instantly manifested itself in his spiritual world. The flames were so thick that they were almost liquid, rolling like ocean waves.

The bright firelight reflected out, seemed to be able to dispel all the darkness in the spiritual world.

Dukel's body and mind were wrapped in a huge warmth.

And the moment I visualized this wildfire.

Fluctuations invisible to the naked eye are like ripples, rippling from Dukel's spiritual world, and resonate with the wildfire burning in the subspace without any obstacles.

Some kind of unpredictable energy fluctuations, like layers of tides.

Bit by bit, it washed away Dukel's spirit.

Duker follows the guidance of the visualization method, absorbs these energies, and fills them into his own spiritual realm.

At this moment, he felt that he was in an extremely intimate fusion with the spirit of the physical universe and the projection far away in the subspace.

In other words, they are one.

Gradually, he seemed to have forgotten the concept of time.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was a moment, maybe it was another ten thousand years.

"somebody is coming."

Although his consciousness has not yet left the spiritual realm, he still maintains an extremely clear perception of the outside world.

"In 50 seconds, this person will be knocking on the door of the room."

This is almost an instinctive inference.

Time passed little by little.

Sure enough, 50 seconds later.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

The knock on the door sounded on time, without any deviation.

"Your Majesty Duke, are you okay?"

The voice coming from outside the door was a little strange. It was clearly speaking words of concern, but it sounded emotionless, like a mechanically synthesized tone.

Duker slowly opened his eyes.

In the dark room, a bright fire seemed to suddenly rise.

The brightness in the room suddenly increased several times.

There seemed to be a wildfire burning in Duker's eyes.

After blinking his eyes, the illusion of fire gradually faded away.

"Come in." Duker said to the person outside the door.

The door opened, and the person standing at the door was covered by a red monk's robe. Through the gaps in the robe, hard metal and complex circuits could be vaguely seen.

Ophelia No. 7 is a temple world, and it is also a foundry planet. The visitor is the great sage of the Mechanicum who is stationed on this planet, Gris.

Gris walked into the room, and his specially modified mechanical right eye flashed with a faint red light, constantly scanning Duker's current state.

After the war, there were tens of billions of eyes in the world, all watching the movements of the original body.

But Duker locked himself in the room and did not leave the house for three days and nights.

Many people can't help but speculate and worry about the current state of the original body.

Only three days have passed, and there are rumors that the second Primarch suffered serious injuries during the battle with the Daemon of Khorne, and is currently recovering.

There are even rumors that the No. 2 Primarch is likely to lose control again, and the entire world will be mercilessly slaughtered!

People were panicked for a while.

Gris is one of them.

For thousands of years, he had been involved in Primarch Two's plan to revive himself from loss of control.

Precisely because of this, he knew far better than others how slim the hope of the original body's recovery was.

But the fact is that the original body recovered and saved everyone in the most critical moment.

While this made Gris happy, he was also a little worried.

The main purpose of his trip to meet Duker was to observe the current state of the original body.

Regardless of whether the result is good or bad, other departments must be given enough time to react.

"Your Majesty Duke, you have been busy for three whole days."

"Everyone cares about you."

Gris carefully considered his words, while his mechanical eyes flashed continuously to ensure that he did not miss the slightest reaction of the original body in front of him.

But then, he saw the original body raise its head, revealing a pair of eyes as bright as flames.

"Gris, stand in front of me."

Duker set his sights on the great sage of the Mechanicus and spoke softly.

In his eyes, Gris can be trusted.

For thousands of years, in order to revive Primarch No. 2, Gris traveled among the major galaxies, looking for all kinds of small possibilities, looking for technology lost in the long history and buried in ancient monuments.

More importantly, Duker can now intuitively see the loyalty of this great sage to mankind.

In the eyes of the original body at this time, the belief link between Gris and the system was extremely strong, and it was only a little short of reaching the point of entering the heart network.

Currently, those who can enter the Heart Network are all true fanatical believers. All they need is a word from Dukel, even if they are asked to commit suicide on the spot and devote their lives to nothing.

None of them hesitated at all.

"May I have any orders?"

Gris stood in front of the desk, the gears in his eyes were still turning, but his expression looked a little dazed.

Dukel smiled;

"I need your help to rebuild the fleet."

"A brand new fleet. Only with a strong fleet can we gain the initiative in future wars."

After finishing speaking, Dukel used the teleportation ability unique to psychics.

Transferred a vast amount of knowledge to Gris.

This is some knowledge about interstellar battleships in the golden age of mankind. It is an unobtainable treasure in this era.

Duker was really lucky that the Second Primarch still retained these memories in his mind.

And on the basis of this knowledge, Duker also used computing power to conduct a simple derivation and modify it into a product that is more suitable for the current era.

He needs an extremely powerful fleet to help him fight against the aliens in the galaxy.

There are also those heretics, supreme lords, planetary governors, the decadent nobles of various worlds, the Imperial Guard, the Inquisition, or other interstellar war groups.

In short, Duker will ruthlessly destroy all forces that hinder his progress.

He is not the kind of person who is good at mending tatters.

If the situation is too complex and beyond his ability to deal with it.

Then he would rather destroy it completely into ruins and then build a new order among the ruins.

After all, being a destroyer is much easier than being a tinkering poster.

"This is?"

Gris was ecstatic after receiving the vast amount of knowledge. As a member of the Mechanicus, he dreamed of recreating the technology of the golden age of mankind.

Today's empire has lost a lot of previous knowledge, and many battleships are copied from templates dug up in the golden age.

That is STC (standard template construction)

In order to create more powerful technological creations, one of the important tasks of the Mechanicum is to dig out templates in various lost worlds.

The science of the human empire thus became archeology.

How ridiculous.

But even so, there are some battleships that they still cannot maintain and replace parts.

It can only constantly appease the machine soul. Some warships that have been in service for thousands of years also rely on this to maintain their combat effectiveness.

But now, Duker actually transferred a complete battleship design drawing to him, and every part was marked or corrected.

Such detailed knowledge is no less than the mining of a standard template.

How could this not excite him?

With this blueprint, he can quickly build a fleet that is different from other battle groups, but still extremely powerful!