Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

At that moment, the earth of Helka seemed to hold its breath, and even the soul of the planet was in awe of it all.

In the core area of the accelerator, in the center of the Omega synchronization device, the empty space began to tremble, like a black curtain in the wind, rippling slightly, but hiding an unfathomable abyss.

The energy from more than a dozen cities flows through complex transmission lines and converges at the core of the device. A pseudo-singularity is forming. It is not a real black hole, but its existence is enough to distort time, space, and even consciousness itself.

The sky of Helka darkened for a moment, then quickly brightened again, as if the universe had blinked again. And in the center of that trembling void, a shadow lingered, as if emerging from a crack in time itself. The Worm of Time had arrived.

Its existence defies ordinary vision or sensory definition. Like countless overlapping shadows, like a sheet of paper folded endlessly, it stretches out, then collapses into indescribable geometry the next moment. It's not a physical object, yet it weighs more than anything else. It's colorless, yet even more unbearable than pure black.

The sensors of the Helka Galaxy began to fail one after another, but this was not damage in the ordinary sense. Instead, after briefly capturing some incomprehensible data, they were directly overloaded with excessive information and refused to continue operating.

At this moment, everyone who remained in the Helka Galaxy knew that this meant that the Time Worm had its sights on them.

In every corner of Homeworld, an indescribable feeling emerged in people's consciousness.

It wasn't fear, but a kind of awe, as if being gazed upon by an omniscient being, a sense of exposure, as if even existence itself was being scrutinized. It wasn't an invasion, but an irresistible exchange.

But this time, it's different.

In the past, every time the Worm of Time appeared, it would bring unspeakable tests. It would not ask, would not wait, it would only bring facts, and these facts were often beyond the Federation's understanding.

But this time, it seemed to be waiting. Staring. Thinking.

A question emerged, but it was not language, not sound, but a deeper questioning, an existential question that directly affected consciousness.

It presents us with an inexplicable problem, or rather, we have begun to realize that this question always torments us every time we see the Time Worm.

Are we willing to give love unconditionally?

……

The Chief Consul stood in the center of the Federal Conference Hall, thinking. He knew that this wasn't the first time he'd faced this question, but he couldn't recall the answer from the last time. If there had been a last time, how could he have?

“We want to return the love.”

He finally spoke, his tone steady and without any fear, "But this time, we hope to be loved first. And, it must be the kind we desire."

The silence lasted a long time. Perhaps only a few seconds, or perhaps it spanned the entirety of time. The Worm of Time did not protest, nor did it directly demand that the Federation follow its path as it had in the past. Or, was there even a past?

Then, its whispering began.

It wasn't a sound, but some essential communication, like the underlying laws of the universe vibrating to themselves, like time itself recalling forgotten traces. It told us that it loved us deeply. It always had, and it always would.

This love did not burn the stars, nor did it whisper to tamper with genes, nor did it distort reality to cause the world to collapse, nor did it leave the world in dead darkness. It was not destruction, nor was it a gift, but a more primitive and pure connection.

It receded. It left.

It was as if nothing had happened. Helka continued to operate, the Omega Synchronizer maintained a steady energy flow, the sensor's self-diagnosis procedures began to gradually recover, and everything returned to normal.

Just when everyone was confused, reports from other galaxies were transmitted back to the federal headquarters, making everyone realize that everything was not as they thought, and that the other party was retreating indifferently.

……

The stars of the Mo galaxy suddenly disappeared.

It was not an explosion or a collapse, but it "suddenly" turned into a black hole, swallowing up its light and heat.

Even more horrifying is that every planet that once orbited it has now become a dead and habitable world. The atmosphere, environment, and ecosystem are all perfectly adjusted, as if they were destined to be like this, and they have not been torn apart by the black hole's gravity.

All the humans who originally lived on Planet Mo "returned" from the cracks in time and space, and were given the adaptability to the dead world.

They did not perish in the gravitational abyss of the black hole, nor did they continue to remain in the chaotic space and time. Instead, like people forgotten by the world, they were "put back" into reality at some point.

They brought with them memories, the past, and even unfinished disputes with each other. When they reappeared on the ruins of Planet Mo, the battle broke out almost immediately, and the previous new and old grudges had not yet been settled.

Fortunately, the Federation's orbital habitat garrison quickly intervened and dispatched a fleet to deploy peacekeeping and security strike forces to prevent the escalation of the conflict.

Yunru, who had to accompany the Federation staff to see the Worm of Time, saw familiar faces among the people in Mo World through the communication channel, and she could no longer hold back her tears. Those were the people she had thought were dead, the people she had let down.

The most shocking scene involves three scientific directors who were devoured while conducting a black hole experiment. They were found unconscious aboard a research vessel, floating in the space of the Mo galaxy. They were still alive, still wearing the lab coats they were in when they were devoured. However, their memories were stuck at the moment before they were "about to be sucked into the black hole," with no recollection of facing the Worm of Time.

Their bodies didn't age, didn't break down, and they didn't even feel any pain or discomfort. But they were indeed swallowed by the black hole, that was undeniable.

So, what about the Time Worm?

It did not appear again, but its whispers still echoed deep in everyone's consciousness.

The Time Worm murmured about the countless encounters, and because the ending was the same every time, this time, it was willing to choose a new way that the loved one desired more to express its attitude.

Anyway, it all seems to be over.

But she was still waiting for the next encounter, just like before.

The past and the future are intertwined, only love is eternal.

134

Chapter 134: First Contact of the Wotan Alliance.

The lights on Helka are still bright, and the federal central government is working intensively to deal with the various strange phenomena brought about by the Time Worm.

The breakthrough in time technology has caused the entire scientific community to go into a frenzy, with countless researchers working day and night to try to understand observational data that transcends the law of causality.

At the same time, on the other side of the galaxy, a new encounter is quietly unfolding, and an unprecedented civilization is emerging in the Federation's vision.

They were first discovered by a military state exploration fleet. These ships were patrolling a resource-rich but underdeveloped star region when they stumbled upon the activity of ships that did not belong to any known faction.

As they approached, the Federation scientists discovered that this was a large alien force. Their ships were uniquely designed, compact and functional, covered with heavy armor, and exuded an extremely advanced industrial atmosphere.

The Federation tentatively established Low Gothic communications with these alien civilizations and received normal replies, which was truly touching.

……

Surprisingly, these aliens look like humans, but are much shorter than ordinary humans. Their ships are all male members, and they seem to be a species that relies entirely on cloning to reproduce.

Their social customs, technological philosophy, and even language are vastly different from any civilization known to the galaxy, and they specifically deny any kinship between themselves and the human Empire.

This faction calls itself the Wotan Alliance, or more commonly, the "Space Dwarves."

Initial contact with the Wotan Alliance was friendly but cautious. The diplomatic fleet of the Military State sent a standard communication signal to the other side, and the other side responded quickly.

Their representative: a dwarf in heavy power armor appeared in the holographic projection. His eyes were sharp and calm, his tone was capable, and he was obviously a shrewd negotiator.

He first looked at the Federation diplomats, then briefly introduced his own race, emphasizing that they were a civilization that valued trade and were willing to establish good business cooperation with us.

They don't easily reveal their secrets to outsiders, but they are open to valuable business collaborations.

Thus, the first diplomatic contact and small-scale trade agreement between the Federation and the highly profit-oriented Wotan League was reached.

The Wotan dwarves have demonstrated remarkable industrial prowess, possessing exceptional craftsmanship and highly efficient mineral extraction equipment.

They also possess very advanced intelligent technology, although their attitude towards intelligent humans is very strange, calling them "Iron Brothers".

……

However, not all Wotan dwarves are so friendly. As the Military State fleet advanced further, they one day discovered an unusually hostile Wotan fleet operating on a broken ring world.

This ring world was once a complete giant artificial celestial body, but now only a quarter of its remains remain. On its surface lives a fox-like intelligent species that is still in the tribal era.

The commander of the Military State quickly ordered a reconnaissance team to investigate, and found that these Wotan dwarves were bombarding the remaining ring world with star-shattering mining lasers.

Their goal is clear: to completely destroy the ring belt in order to completely extract the precious alloy deposits hidden within.

And those fox-like intelligent creatures living in the artificial ecosystem of the ring are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Wotan people.

Their fleet leaders even responded to the Federation's negotiations with extreme indifference, saying that since these alien creatures could not afford the insurance to redeem their world, their opinions were not a factor that the Alliance needed to consider.

The diplomats of the military state tried to resolve the issue through negotiations, but the patience of these Wotans was extremely limited. They showed great impatience and mercenary cold-blooded ruthlessness.

The Confederacy was enraged by the Wotans' posturing, and soon, inevitably, war broke out.

The Federation's fleet responded to these cold-blooded capitalists with thunderous fury. Wotan's warships were sturdy, but their defenses were rendered useless by the tens of thousands of phase disruptor cannons the Federation had awarded them.

Artillery fire poured down, and horrific scenes of phase tearing appeared from time to time on the battlefield. The hulls were wiped out from the universe in an instant, and not even a trace of metal molecules was left.

The battle didn't last long. When Wotan's flagship was completely shattered, the remaining ships began to flee in all directions, but they had no chance to escape the battlefield. The commander of the military state fleet ordered the complete subjugation of these invaders who had insulted us.

Ultimately, the leader of the Wotan fleet, part of the Kronus Alliance, was hanged on the Ringworld by the Federation. The Federation had specially constructed an exceptionally tall space beacon for him, and from that beacon, he appeared like a particularly bright star.

The other dwarves were exiled to prison planets and forced to work until they paid off the economic losses they had caused to the fox people. They couldn't talk about economic interests only when they could benefit themselves.

After the battle, the Military State began to delve deeper into the social structure of the Wotan Confederacy. They discovered that the Wotans were not a single nation, but rather comprised of many independent confederations, merchant groups, and warbands.

Among them, some are willing to coexist peacefully with the Federation, while others only care about profits and are even willing to trample on the lives of others to obtain resources.

In further exchanges with Wotan, the Military State successfully reached cooperation with some more open dwarf groups and successfully purchased technical information of an advanced plasma weapon from them.

Afterwards, the Allied researchers sent back to Federation headquarters via a scientific research sharing agreement a series of technological research data, including advanced plasma launchers, a star-crushing mining laser seized from the Kronos Alliance, and theories on the construction of space megastructures obtained from the Ring World.

……

These technologies are exactly the breakthroughs that the Federation urgently needs. When these research results were sent to the Federation Center, the Science Council reacted with excitement.

These latest scientific and technological data provide new ideas on how to more efficiently utilize deep space minerals, manufacture rapid star-breaking weapons, and build giant space structures, and federal researchers are working hard to integrate them into their own technological systems.

Federation politicians, however, have a complex attitude toward the emergence of the Wotan Alliance. They are neither an enemy in the traditional sense nor a completely reliable ally. They represent a completely new variable in the Federation's galactic conquest, a force that is both friend and foe.

They value profit, are good at trade, or they can be ruthless plunderers. But there is nothing to worry about either. Smiling faces have good wine, and when jackals come, there are hunting rifles. No matter how stubborn they are, they will have to learn to play by the Federation's rules on Federation territory.

135

Chapter 135 is full of majesty.

The Time Worm incident was recently resolved, and with the dust settling, a new situation has emerged in the MO world. Once a world mired in endless conflict, four major factions locked in a futile struggle for supremacy. But before the incredible power of the aliens, their self-proclaimed glory and ideals faded into insignificance.

Moreover, the aliens were their benefactors. Without the Federation, all struggles would become meaningless in the endless scale of time. The flow of time was distorted, past, present, and future intertwined in a chaotic causal web, and old grudges were buried in the cracks of time.

Everyone's mistakes caused them all to perish once, and all new and old grudges should have disappeared.

Eventually, with the intervention of the Federation, the entire MO world was completely taken over. All old human residents were taken to the Federation's transformation base and educated as interstellar citizens. They had to learn how to survive in a truly interstellar civilized society.

Afterwards, all the dead planets in the Mo galaxy were restored. Those planets that were enveloped by the Time Worm's love are now being transformed by the Federation's ecological restoration project.

A vast fleet of factory ships descended, initiating a planet-wide ecological reconstruction program and igniting the flames of new life. The barren, radiation-ridden land gradually gave way to verdure, and the dry seabed was once again filled with blue waves.

Those who once wailed in the flames of war are now forgotten in the torrent of time, and their descendants will usher in a brand new world.

Since the war on that planet was itself a mess, the final result was that, in addition to the remaining personnel of the Ipsilon camp being punished with labor, the Federation forced the other two forces to completely forgive their grievances with each other and the Great Rebellion.

The Federation put an end to all this with a strong attitude and formulated a final solution: a "Peace and Reconciliation Treaty", requiring everyone to promise not to be entangled in past grievances. After all, in the post-war world, there is no way back to the past, and everyone can only move forward.

They have no other choice. All this seems so absurd to interstellar civilization. Who can believe that the disappeared Kane is right? The aliens really come, and everything that the people trapped on the surface love and hate becomes less important.

Yunru finally met her long-lost parents again. Fortunately, they were not immune to mind control and were not eliminated as aliens by Ipsilon.

Now, everything on this small but advanced planet is at our disposal, and peace has come to this world.

They lost a lot, and ultimately did not find the answer to the question: what is the ultimate meaning of mind and freedom, war and peace? But perhaps in the future, they will gain new insights through their interactions with the Federation.

……

So let's take a look at these cheerful scientific research reports.

Amidst the raging galactic storm, the Interstellar Federation's exploration fleet quietly shuttled through the depths of space. Their mission was to explore uncharted frontier star systems, gather potential resources, identify potential threats, and expand the Federation's territory. However, upon leaping into this unfamiliar star region, their sensors detected an unusual signal.

An unfamiliar force was operating here. Judging by the signal code and the style of the ship, it was the Mechanicus's Exploration Ark, a massive and sophisticated warship, hovering in a synchronous orbit around the system's third planet. Below the ship, on the planet's surface, massive automated excavators were frantically mining some unknown ruins, as if unearthing an ancient treasure.

The existence of the Mechanicus is no stranger to the Federation. These crazed techno-theocrats hold a morbid veneration for ancient technology, and their explorations often bring danger, both to the relics they unearth and to their war machines.

After confirming the situation, the Federation Scientific Research Escort Fleet Command issued an order without hesitation to launch an all-out attack to completely destroy the Mechanicus's ships and seize their wreckage in order to investigate the secrets they were looking for.

Battle swiftly erupted. Though formidable, the Mechanicus's ships stood little chance against the Federation's elite space fleet. Within a matter of hours, the Federation warships had ripped through the Mechanicus's Ark's defenses, pounding the hulls of the Mechanicus's servitors with hundreds of plasma cannons and antimatter missiles.

In the end, the huge battleship was torn into pieces in the violent explosion, and the wreckage was scattered and floated in the universe.

Following the victory, the Federation fleet immediately began salvaging the wreckage and dispatched ground forces to explore the ruins excavated by the Mechanicum.

They soon discovered that beneath the mechanical wreckage lay an ancient relic. Deep within the ruins lay an extraordinary warship, a warship completely controlled by artificial intelligence, ancient and mysterious.

The surface of this battleship's hull is covered with unfamiliar runes. Although the paint is mottled, it can be vaguely seen that it belongs to a certain obliterated civilization.

After analysis, scientists from the fleet speculated that this might be an Ironheart Exterminator warship, a legacy of the artificial intelligence war during the "Iron Man Disaster" period in human legend.

However, this battleship had clearly been dormant for a long time, its energy sources having long since been depleted, making even basic system maintenance difficult to maintain.

……

The scientists quickly located the battleship's main control core and managed to access some of its power. As the energy was input, a cold electronic synthesized voice echoed over the communication channel, carrying an inorganic indifference and majesty:

"The core unit of the Rectification Agency has awakened. Organic intrusion detected, executing extermination procedures...

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