Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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Holy Terra.

Ministry of Interior.

In the dark giant archives, Ain, who is responsible for managing the entire archives, is looking at an ancient document.

The file records the information that the superiors need to retrieve - how many years did the tithes of the Angoril system last five hundred years ago.

Since the superiors need to deal with the tax collection issue immediately, the documents are needed urgently.

But Ain, who spent half a year to find the file, found that the data on the file was not complete. Out of responsibility, he had to improve it.

At this time Ain was faced with a math problem.

11x11.

"Eleven times eleven." Ain said to his servo skeleton.

He still has a huge amount of computing tasks waiting for him, and he is too lazy to deal with such a small problem.

"Eleven times eleven, calculating..."

"That's nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, my lord."

"are you kidding?"

Ain hammered the servo skeleton and did some quick math in his head.

He quickly came up with the answer.

The problem is, the answer is also nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.

Maybe the person was confused, maybe there was something wrong with the servo skeleton after a long period of operation, it didn't matter, Ain did the math on the paper using a calculation formula.

After he performed paper calculations based on the knowledge he learned as a child, he found that it was also equal to nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.

Ain was confused.

It was not like he had never encountered this kind of situation before. After thinking about it, he decided to use the stupidest method to calculate it.

Ain took out eleven buttons and sat on the ground with a backpack full of buttons.

"Eleven times eleven, that's eleven eleven."

"so……"

Ain placed the buttons on the ground.

First there are eleven buttons.

Then came the second throw down of eleven buttons.

Repeated eleven times.

Ain stood up, looked at the buttons all over the floor, and counted them one by one.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-one...nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-two..."

"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine……"

"its not right?!"

Ain immediately changed his calculation method.

He was like a man possessed, constantly making calculations, as if the meaning of his life was to make calculations here.

Ain didn't care about anything else at all. He didn't even realize that the document was made of ordinary paper instead of parchment produced by the state religion. He didn't realize there was anything wrong with it at all and was just obsessed with calculations.

When there was only one question left in his mind, a force suddenly appeared.

Ain woke up instantly, reacted and tore the document into pieces.

At this time, one of Ain's subordinates entered the archives.

"How many times have I told you to burn all documents that are not written on parchment! Burn them all! Why don't you listen!"

Ain's roar made the staff tremble with fear.

"I'm sorry, I... there are too many documents..." the staff member explained tremblingly, and then pointed out carefully, "The Lord of Tailong wants to see the documents that the Ministry of Interior conferred on him as governor. The minister named you to receive him. It’s already outside.”

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When Ain came outside the archives, Qin Mo had just teleported to the archives from the Ministry of Interior hall.

Ain felt helpless after seeing the Lord of Tyrone.

He estimated that this bastard came here to show off and show off the efficiency and management methods of their Tyrone sector.

It is estimated that I will hear this guy's ridicule and see his sarcastic eyes soon.

"I want to see the Ministry of Interior..."

"I've sent someone to look for him."

Ain saluted respectfully, and then added: "You should go back to your residence now. If you can find it in three months, I will personally deliver it to your residence."

Qin Mo was not surprised.

There are a vast amount of documents piled up in the Ministry of Interior. Being able to find the document that conferred Governor Tai Lung No. 1 within three months is already a reflection of the importance attached to the Lord of Tai Lung.

Qin Mo could only wait.

"Why did you come here specifically to ask about the canonization? Do you care?" Ain asked.

"I care a lot." Qin Mo nodded.

The original purpose of coming to Terra was to find the Void Dragon.

But besides that, I have two wishes.

The first is to go around the Tribunal and leave your name in the history of the Tribunal.

The second is to find the canonization documents.

The documents received by the sector back then were only photocopied versions, which were lost during the transformation of Tai Lung One, leaving only this piece of data recorded in the archives.

But the data is still incomparable to the original.

The reason why he was looking for the original document was not because Qin Mo valued the imperial appointment, nor was he trying to prove anything to the Tailong people.

The reason is that Qin Mo is very nostalgic. He misses the time when he fought with the imperial guards in the bottom nest, and misses every dead person. But as Tailong No. 1 had to be transformed into an ideal city, it turned out that the fortress he had shaped with his own hands had been transformed. All the bottom nest terrain has disappeared.

The result of the battle during that period was that Qin Mo was canonized as the governor of the planet, completing the process from a prisoner to a ruler.

So Qin Mo wanted to find something that could represent that period of time and put it in his bedroom.

"I will find it as soon as possible." Ain promised Qin Mo.

"Don't worry." Qin Mo motioned to Ain to lead the way, "Take me around."

Qin Mo has always been very curious about the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which is responsible for maintaining the operation of the empire.

Although Ain was curious about Qin Mo's curiosity, he didn't ask and just took Qin Mo around the Ministry of Interior.

The buildings of the Ministry of the Interior are even larger and more magnificent than those of the Inquisition.

Since he was really curious about a department this time, Qin Mo didn't use a vehicle, but directly used teleportation to travel.

The road to the Home Office was larger than the road to the Inquisition, and it was packed with people.

Ain introduced it to Qin Mo during the tour.

"You're seeing people who have probably been in the Home Office for ten days and a half, and they're getting to where they're going."

"There are so many employees in the Ministry of Interior that even the minister can't figure out how many people there are and how many departments there are. Anyway, it can still function normally."

"We can receive requests for assistance from months, even years ago, or even years later, and then we will calculate the value of the requester and how much supplies and troops need to be invested."

As a guide, Ain was not very attentive and his introduction was very general.

But Qin Mo himself knew the situation of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and he just wanted to see it with his own eyes.

Ministry of Interior.

The empire's already dying heart is trying its best to supply blood.

There is no artificial intelligence to manage files, everything is recorded on parchment.

Without supercomputers to assist in calculations, human brains were responsible for the massive computing needs from all over the vast empire.

low efficiency.

People today deal with things that happened a hundred years ago, or even hundreds of years ago.

Only the most important things happening in the most important places will be prioritized to achieve a timely effect as much as possible.

"Where are you Tyrone?" Ain asked.

"Digitalized files, computer calculations." Qin Mo answered simply.

In fact, there is a building on Tyrone One that is slightly smaller than the Ministry of Interior, but most of the space is occupied by artificial intelligence carriers and servers.

Employees process work at many line nodes extending from the giant artificial intelligence carrier. File retrieval, storage and calculation are all performed by artificial intelligence.

The computing power of a hundred stone men must be gathered together to handle the affairs of the entire star region.

Qin Mo couldn't even imagine the number of people handling affairs in such a large empire.

I'm afraid it's not more populous than Tai Lung No. 1!

"Much better than us, huh?"

Ain glanced at Qin Mo's face. He was ready to endure Qin Mo's ridicule and contempt.

But there was no contempt on Qin Mo's face, nor was he sarcastic.

"I understand why the Department of Home Affairs is the way it is."

"I understand your difficulties."

The Department of the Interior does not use AI because the Crimson Protocol prohibits it.

The reason for the ban was the Iron Man Rebellion.

The Ministry of the Interior does not use recording methods other than parchment because what is written down can easily be tampered with by some evil force.

Super calculators are not used because no one will notice if the automatically calculated things have been tampered with.

If Qin Mo knew what Ain had just experienced, he would think it was a classic case of chaos influence.

Tampering with content and calculation results is like an unconscious prank by Tzeentch.

"In the most extreme circumstances, you did what you could."

"Praise the perseverance of mankind, praise the courage of mankind."

Qin Mo sighed.

In Ain's eyes, the Lord of Tyrone had nothing but sincere admiration on his face.

And helpless.