Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 81 Turaheron Forges the World

——Turaholong——

A forging world that can produce all kinds of materials, but cannot produce any high-grade ones.

He's a typical jack of all trades, master of none!

For example, in terms of ships, they can only produce Luna-class heavy cruisers, as well as most types of frigates and destroyers with simple structures.

Moreover, they could also manufacture the strike cruisers used by the Space Marines, but just restarting the production line would take nearly a thousand years.

After all, in this idealistic world inhabited by demons, the Mechanicus, a religious force, in order to ensure that the various mechanical products they create are not corrupted by the demons of the warp and turned into those fleshy creatures that can multiply.

Therefore, the process of manufacturing an entire warship, or rather, these weapons and machines, becomes exceptionally complicated, taking dozens of times longer than manufacturing a warship in the normal world.

Because these mechanical cult members go to extremes during the production process, bowing and reciting sacred texts praising Omnesia and other religious rituals and vows every time they tighten a screw.

If this were a normal technological world, the mechanical power would be enough to tighten all the screws on a battleship in the time it takes him to pray.

Iron Glory Cypher stood in the repair warehouse, looking through the porthole at a Luna-class cruiser silently licking its wounds on a spaceport in deep space, its gaze complex.

Barcelona, ​​along with several other pharmacists and most of the technical sergeants, were making minor modifications to the neural interface of Commander Afos's black armor to accommodate the new, unnecessary neural connections of the Saint's mech.

After seeing Tie Hui's gaze, he realized what he was thinking. After all, a new recruit who had only been a Forged Space Marine for a year and had only been on missions for a short time certainly didn't understand the efficiency of the Forged World's tech-savvy guys.

"Don't doubt it! That Luna-class cruiser was entrusted to us by the Ash Claws Chapter to be repaired in the Tura Horon Forge World. It's been under repair for 78 years! It's in pretty bad shape, even the adamantite keel has been pierced!"

Tie Hui didn't know what to say, even though he was aware of this flaw in the Mechanicus Cult. But there was nothing he could do about it!

But if they were to manufacture at this efficiency, it would take forever for him to restore human civilization.

This question instantly troubled his mind. Looking at the renovation scene of the Starport below, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Alright! Let's try connecting the neural network first, how does it go?" Barcelona stood up, interrupting his thoughts.

Tie Hui stopped thinking, turned around and saw Barcelona carefully inserting several neural interfaces into the black carapace neural interface of the leader, Afus.

"Are you feeling any discomfort?"

Commander Afus kept his eyes tightly closed. After feeling for a while, he slowly opened them, looked at the nerve cables attached to his body, and shook his head!
Meanwhile, the mechanical head of a Saint Mech standing at the rear swayed with the movement of its leader, Aphrodite.

Seeing this, Barcelona couldn't help but shout, "Haha, it looks like we've succeeded! Let's continue experimenting with the others..."

The other brothers around were also overjoyed to see this, and some even gave each other a high five.

This means that in the future, if their brothers suffer fatal injuries and have to enter the Dreadnought, they will no longer have to endure that excruciating torture.

Furthermore, once the research is completed, it is very likely that their Fearless Brothers who have access to this technology will be able to come out and interact with them like normal people, except that they will be wearing a suit of armor.

"There's still a slight delay; it's still not as fast as Fearless's reaction speed..."

Tie Hui watched this scene silently, lost in thought. He glanced at the system panel in his mind, where the progress bar had reached 100%, but the background was still flashing with various green data streams. His eyes grew brighter. What if all the time-consuming and resource-intensive heavy vehicles were produced in other worlds, and then brought back to Warhammer 40k once the required quantity was produced?

Although returning to the Warhammer universe might immediately result in them being corrupted by the warp, with sufficient preparation and by utilizing the different time flows of the two worlds, they might indeed be able to rapidly amassed dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of warships within the Warhammer universe's timeline!

"By the Emperor, this looks really promising!" While that's the thought, the actual implementation depends on what kind of world the next world will be. Ideally, it should have ample resources and a certain level of technological foundation; whether it's a star-filled world or not is irrelevant. Anyway, once he's dealt with things here, he'll lead his brothers and warships straight there. Star-filled world or not, he'll just forcibly occupy it and see what they can do about it!
However, looking at the chaotic green data stream on the system panel, he felt a slight headache for a moment.

What's going on with this thing? Is it a so-called system upgrade, or a transformation by the Emperor's great power?
In short, he was having a real headache, staring at the button that was still flashing. But he didn't dare press it!
After much thought, I decided to put this matter out of my mind. When I can no longer defeat the enemy in a direct confrontation, I can send the entire battle group, or rather, its core members, to another world – that would be a decent way to survive.

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"Welcome to the Forging World of Tura Horon, members of the Blazing Angels, the Man-Eating Shark Chapter, and the Death Ghost Chapter! May I ask what brings you to my Forging World?" A red carpet made of silk stretched all the way to the exit. The Great Sage of this Forging World, Rami Yuls, with his five-meter-tall mechanical body resembling an octopus, slowly walked towards us.

Although she has undergone a complete transformation, what is strange to others is that her voice still retains the human voice that Ramiules had when she was young.

Basha Kur raised an eyebrow at the sight. He subconsciously made a small step back.

After all, the conflict between the Shark Eater Legion and the Worldmaker of Tura Horon is quite deep. And now, they've come to the other side's territory; if they dare to be even slightly reckless, they'll truly have no chance of escape.

Yuramirs saw this scene clearly. Her mechanical face twitched beneath her cloak; if it weren't for this important public occasion, she probably would have already attacked him!

"Great Sage Yuramirs, greetings! We have just fought a battle! We have annihilated the enemy of the Emperor! Now our three warbands are severely damaged and we need the Forge World to replenish our supplies and repair our fleet!" Derens was pushed forward by everyone to be the representative this time.

After all, this guy is a charlatan; his loyalty to the emperor is even more fanatical than that of the priests in the corner of the country.

Bringing him out would at least superficially resolve most of the trouble. As for the Death Ghost Chapter and the Man-Eating Shark Chapter…

They've had too much contact with each other and already know each other's backgrounds. They can't afford to interact any more; what if they end up fighting while chatting? That would be a ridiculous situation.

And Tie Hui was even less likely to come out; as the one chosen by the Emperor, he was treasured by the people of three battle groups.

Especially considering the various valuable items he possessed, the three warbands unanimously agreed that he absolutely could not be brought into the open.

Otherwise, if they were targeted by someone with ulterior motives and a trap was set, those three battle groups would suffer heavy losses.

The Great Sage Yuramirs raised his head slightly, glanced at the dilapidated fleet of only a dozen or so ships remaining in the starry sky, and then looked at Basha Kur of the Shark Caravan, asking, "Where is Tiberius? Could it have stayed there?"

The sarcastic voice annoyed many of the Shark Warriors, who wanted to tear her waving tentacles to shreds.

However, they were all stopped by their company commander's eyes.

“Great Sage Yuramirs, our Chapter Master is behind us, on his way with others. Before they arrive, I hope you can help us repair our fleet. Don’t worry! This time we will not skip out!” Basha Kur, seeing that he had been called out by name, had no choice but to step forward.

He wanted to stall for time, letting the Forging World repair their fleet first. As for the good stuff, they could discuss how to exchange it for something better after everyone had gathered.

Data backup and retention—if done well, they could potentially dominate multiple casting markets worldwide!

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(End of this chapter)