PFC Chapter 699: Confrontation with Terra and Mars
Chapter 699: Confrontation with Terra and Mars
Chapter 699: Conversation with Terra and Mars
Solar system, Pluto, the gate to Hades.
A combined fleet of seven chapters suddenly appeared in the solar system. No one could ignore this military force, whether it was Mars, Terra, or the Orcs fighting the moon.
The communication request sent by the battleship Rectification to Terra was responded to, and the High Lords agreed to meet with Qingshan Khan. This remote meeting was arranged in the conference hall of Rectification.
Different from the combat conference room where the Chapter's top brass usually hold meetings, the conference hall is the largest compartment in the battleship HMS Resolute, and can accommodate more than 1,500 Space Marines from the entire Chapter at the same time. This bowl-shaped hall is usually only used when announcing major decisions or conducting pre-war mobilization.
Fu Qinghai walked towards the conference hall alone in armor.
Two Space Marines pushed open the heavy door for him.
A cave-like wide hall appeared before his eyes. All the seats were empty except for the lonely figure on the holographic projection device in the center of the hall.
Fu Qinghai raised his eyebrows.
He thought he would see twelve projections.
But I didn't expect that only one representative would attend.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, my Lord."
Fu Qinghai walked forward and stood still and said lightly.
“It was a tough time and I didn’t wait too long.”
The High Lord's representative waved his hand to decline the politeness.
This representative was a middle-aged man, dressed simply, of medium height. Apart from a long and narrow scar on his right cheek, he had almost no memorable physical features.
"To be more precise, it was my own urge to speak with you that brought me to the chamber before you, Qingshan Khan, the mysterious Chapter Master who has disappeared for a thousand years."
The middle-aged man spoke softly and kindly.
"One thousand and eighty-three years, to be more exact."
Fu Qinghai smiled slightly and corrected him.
There is absolutely no intention to explain the disappearance.
"I never expected that the first Space Marines to come back to Terra to help would be you, the descendants of the War Eagle."
The middle-aged man said with emotion.
"Horus didn't think of it back then either."
Fu Qinghai nodded and said.
"Ah, sorry, I was so curious about your experience that I forgot to introduce myself. I am Drakan Wangoric, Grand Master of the Assassin's Court and an Imperial Elder of the Imperial Senate. Unfortunately, I am no longer one of the Twelve Supremes."
The middle-aged man touched his chest and introduced himself.
"Oh? You are the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court?"
Fu Qinghai looked at the projection in front of him carefully.
He didn't expect that this representative was actually the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, Wangorici himself. Wangorici was not in the photo of the Twelve Supremes of the High Lords' Council provided by Vera. The Assassin's Court lost its original seat in a reorganization, so this was the first time that Fu Qinghai saw the true appearance of the King of Assassins, Wangorici.
"You're a little skeptical, and that's understandable. I don't look like a master killer, and I dress like that on purpose. If I looked like a walking death, it would be hard to do my job, wouldn't you?"
Wangerich shrugged and spread his hands.
"You are here to communicate with me on behalf of the High Lords Council?"
Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and stared at the guy.
I began to guess the intentions of the high lords:
"So this is Terra's warning to me?"
"Yes, it is. I suppose what I am about to say to you is a warning, Chapter Master."
Wangerich nodded repeatedly and said:
"But it is not the kind of warning you imagine. You must think that the High Lords' Council chose me as their representative to warn you that assassins will come if you do not obey orders. It is true that the arrival of your fleet has caused as much panic as celebration. But my warning is not that. I ask you to think carefully about what I said about my appearance. Things are often not as simple as they seem."
Things are often not as simple as they seem?
Fu Qinghai was looking forward to what Wangoliqi would say.
In the information provided by Vera, the presence of the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court is not high. This is understandable. After all, the Assassin's Court is currently a more powerful organization than the Tribunal. It is the most glorious moment of the Assassin's Court. Vera is just a small and transparent judge. It is impossible for her to infiltrate Wangoliqi. But Wangoliqi is so important. His thoughts and his attitude directly determine whether Fu Qinghai's plan can be successfully implemented.
So Fu Qinghai really wanted to know.
What on earth is Wangoric thinking now?
Has he completely lost hope in the High Lords?
Or do you still have some unrealistic fantasies?
"Please tell me frankly."
Fu Qinghai asked seriously:
"What message do the High Lords want to convey?"
"That's the crux of the matter."
Wangerich's eyes suddenly became sharp:
"I have reason to believe that the message the High Lords really want to convey is that you must stay away from Terra."
"Oh? Why?"
Fu Qinghai raised his eyebrows and said curiously.
He was guiding Wangerich to express his inner thoughts.
The Grand Master of the Assassin's Court did not hide anything:
"I think they would say that because your arrival will anger the Orks. It's been four days since the Ork ambassadors were sent to the surface, and they have done nothing. The nobles may be afraid of provocation, but what they really fear is the threat to their power. Your... thousands, right? Space Marines are flexing their muscles to them? Things have become so corrupt that they are still plotting, they are still calculating, and you are forcing them to act in unison. Nothing would make them more likely to reach a consensus than a challenge to their power within the Empire, but it's a pity that these fools did not classify the Ork invasion as such a challenge. They fear the Orks, but behind the fear, self-interest, ambition and jealousy are still intertwined, as poisonous as venomous snakes."
Although Wangerich did not express it so directly.
But Fu Qinghai already understood.
The smile in his heart was growing.
But he still asked:
"I don't quite understand, Grand Master of the Assassin's Court. You just kept saying 'you believe' and 'you think'. I would like to ask who exactly you are communicating with me on behalf of at this moment?"
"Well, Chapter Master, you are very perceptive. It is true that I am not speaking to you on behalf of the Noble Lord. I am in the Assassin's Court headquarters, and I am speaking to you on my own behalf."
Wangerich was blunt.
"I'm waiting for instructions, instructions from Terra."
Fu Qinghai stared straight at Wangoliqi:
"You represent yourself, but can you represent Terra?"
“Very good question.”
Wangoliqi looked at Fu Qinghai with admiration:
"I can give you the authorization or instructions you seek. I am accompanied by one of my colleagues, the Inquisitor's representative to the High Lords, Veritus, one of the Twelve Supremes. Unfortunately, he and I do not yet have the quorum required to pass a resolution, but Veritus has something that his colleagues lack - the Inquisitor can represent the Emperor."
The imaging hole on the focusing platform flickered slightly, and a holographic projection portrait appeared next to Wangorich.
A short-haired man with an extremely old face, wearing a golden power armor and a red cloak.
"I am Inquisitorial Representative Veritus, a member of the Supreme Council of the Twelve. Will you follow my orders, Chapter Master Aoyama? Will you follow the orders of the Emperor himself?"
The old man asked in a deep voice.
In theory, the Inquisition can indeed represent the will of the Emperor, at least that's what it said when it was first established, but in the actual operation and execution process, not everyone agrees with this, otherwise what happened to the missing Inquisitors? Moreover, there are radicals and purists within the Inquisition, and there are many factions with opposing ideologies. If this organization really represents the will of the Emperor, then wouldn't the Emperor be schizophrenic?
But at this moment Fu Qinghai had to cooperate with him.
"State your orders, Inquisitor."
Fu Qinghai looked at Veritus and said calmly:
"And the power you can give me."
"The High Lords Council orders you to lead your fleet to Terra immediately and destroy the battle moon in orbit."
Veritus said word by word:
"Just as you did on the Hive World of Endin."
Wangorichi looked at Veritus in surprise.
He had no idea what the "Endin Hive World" referred to.
Fu Qinghai slightly curled the corners of his mouth when he heard this.
As expected, news of the destruction of the battle moon over the Endin hive world eventually reached Terra. The Inquisition's intelligence network was not completely useless, and that was likely the first battle moon to be destroyed.
"So why do you think we're here?"
Fu Qinghai spread his hands and asked calmly:
"Grandmaster Kyrill Hindman?"
Upon hearing this, Veritus's face changed drastically.
Wangorich looked at him again.
I'm wondering what the two of you are talking about here?
"Our goal is to destroy the orcs."
Fu Qinghai said slowly and firmly:
“That’s our only purpose.”
"Then our goals are the same."
Veritus said cautiously.
With that, the two holographic projections dimmed and disappeared.
Fu Qinghai stood in the empty conference hall.
"What do you think, Qingming?"
Fu Qinghai suddenly asked.
"I tracked this communication link. The source of the signal is indeed not located in the palace area but in the Arctic region. What the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court said is very likely true. He is talking to us on his own behalf. But when I wanted to further analyze and determine the specific location, the data was artificially cut off."
The secretary with raised butt and long legs appeared quietly behind him.
"The Planner of Vanus."
Fu Qinghai pursed his lips and said:
"The Assassin's Court is also very strong in the field of data."
"I'm asking what you think of this conversation?"
Fu Qinghai turned around and faced the beautiful secretary.
"Based on my analysis of the micro-expressions of their facial muscles, I tend to think that Veritus still has some doubts about your identity, but he didn't show it because they need you right now, and the whole of Terra needs you. As for Wangorichi, his disappointment with the high lords has reached the point of despair, and he is a bit unscrupulous."
Qingming stated her observations.
"Um……"
Fu Qinghai nodded without comment.
He lowered his head and unfolded a piece of paper held in his hand.
That was what the Star Language Director handed to him ten minutes ago.
There was only a short line of words written on the note:
Veritus, Kyle Hindman.
"Khan."
At this moment, a Space Marine came in hastily:
"The Imperial Fists fleet is coming."
……
Finally, the warships of the High Wall passed through the Gate of Hades one after another, and soon, the leading cruiser saw another fleet that had completed its formation next to the Gate of Hades.
"Unimaginable, unimaginable..."
Kurland stood in front of the porthole and muttered:
"One, two, three, four... seven different chapters."
The White Scars were indeed the reinforcements of the Imperial Fists. The glimmer of hope in Kurland's heart finally turned into reality, but he did not expect that happiness would come so suddenly. The reinforcements included not just one White Scars regiment, but seven regiments.
It was no use for Bohemund to object any further.
Now the probability of winning has greatly increased.
Kurland strode towards the bridge. The Black Templar crew had already prepared communications. Bosimonde was also here. Kurland nodded to him and stood in front of the equipment.
"Nice to meet you again, Commander Kurland."
The bust of the dark-haired warrior reappeared:
"I am Qingshan Khan, the Chapter Master of the Iron Pagoda Chapter."
"Greetings to you, Qingshan Khan."
Kurland said sincerely:
"Salute to every warrior who comes to Terra."
Kurland pounded his chest to greet Fu Qinghai, but he didn't notice that Bosimond's expression seemed a little strange. The Grand Marshal of the Black Templar was looking up and down at the holographic projection in front of him with his only remaining eye, staring at Fu Qinghai's nose and shoulder armor for a long time, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
“We’re all here for the same purpose.”
Fu Qinghai looked at Kurland and said:
"But I think you need to immediately understand everything that has happened since the start of this war, and then we can discuss how to deal with the orc battle moon over Terra."
Without waiting for the other party to answer, Fu Qinghai continued:
"I will send you three data packets. Please watch them carefully. They will help you understand the current situation."
After saying this, Fu Qinghai immediately disconnected the communication.
Kurland and several chapter leaders looked at each other.
"Data transfer request received."
The bridge crew looked up at Bosimonde.
"take over."
The Grand Marshal of the Black Templar spoke in a deep voice.
The data packets transmitted by the Purity to the Abomination were being parsed, and the characters on the screens around the bridge were flowing like a waterfall, accompanied by video images and various charts. The mortal crew members kept reporting the results of the analysis, and the Space Marines on the bridge stared at the data, their faces gradually becoming surprised.
The three data packets are one large and two small.
The first data packet has the largest size.
Contains a complete summary of a battle.
"They actually..."
Kurland said in disbelief:
"We have actually conquered a battle moon."
Bosimonde's twisted face was tense.
Squint your eyes and read through the reports carefully.
From pre-war deployment to tactical execution and post-war summary, there are also statistics on weapons and equipment of both sides, and Father Phaeton's analysis report on the ruins and wreckage of the occupied battle moon...
All are listed in this data pack.
"So fast, the Son of Storm really lives up to his reputation."
The Commander of the Blamer Chapter, Isaga, sighed:
"Not only did they arrive on Terra before us, they even destroyed a battle moon on their way here."
"Look at the second and third packets."
Bosimonde said, pointing at the screen in front of him.
The crew members around him immediately carried out his instructions.
The other two slightly smaller data packets are two videos.
The first segment was the perspective in the Imperial Senate Hall, and eventually the chapter leaders of the High Wall were somewhat familiar with this place, and then their eyes were attracted by the focus of the video shooter and looked at the three tall creatures that appeared in the Senate Hall.
"Hiss... Greenskin."
Bosimonde's blood pressure rose first.
"Are they negotiating with the orcs?"
Isaga frowned and asked.
"This is simply... a great shame!"
Kurland was equally furious.
The Space Marines watched the Ork ambassadors showing off their might in the Senate Hall on Terra. This hall was the base camp of the expeditionary force more than a thousand years ago. At that time, all the aliens in the galaxy were trembling under the iron boots of the Astartes Legion, but now three greenskins were standing here arrogantly and acting wildly.
The video, which lasted several minutes, finally finished playing.
The atmosphere in the bridge was very depressing.
The crew member silently opened another video.
The content is a conversation between Veritus and Wangorici and Fu Qinghai. The Grand Master of the Assassins' Court and the Grand Master of the Inquisition asked the White Scars to go to Terra immediately to destroy the battle moon.
When communication between the Purity and the Abomination was reestablished.
Fu Qinghai saw the expressions of the chapter leaders.
He knew he didn't need to say anything more.
"I would like to ask you to follow the battle plan I have drawn up in the next battle. There is no need to explain the reason, because I have already conquered a battle moon. It is true that according to the intelligence we have collected, the design and function of each orc battle moon are different, but most of the structures are the same, the same gravity weapons, the same hollow structure. Following my plan can minimize casualties."
Fu Qinghai suggested sincerely.
His tone was humble and sincere, but through the communication screen, the chapter commanders in the bridge of the Abomination could clearly see the weapons room with the door open behind Fu Qinghai, and the giant orc head more than two meters high on the floor of the weapons room.
There were many warriors present who had fought for hundreds of years.
But no one had ever seen an orc head that big.
Its fangs point to the sky, its face is ferocious, and it is scary to look at.
“We don’t have any reason to object.”
Kurland immediately expressed his opinion.
Kurland was the legion commander nominated by all the Imperial Fist Legions. When he spoke, the other chapter masters did not object, and the two legions reached a consensus on this point.
"So shall we attack now?"
Kurland is already gearing up for a fight.
"No hurry, there is one more thing to do before that."
Fu Qinghai raised his hand to stop Kurland.
"whats the matter?"
Kurland was puzzled.
"Mars."
Fu Qinghai said in a deep voice:
"Our two Legions are heading to Mars together and are stationed in Mars' orbit. We must make a show of force and force the Fabricator-General to emerge from his palace and embark on the path of war. Kubik is surrounded by one of the most powerful armies in the entire galaxy, yet he remains indifferent to the danger on Terra."
"Do we necessarily need an army from Mars?"
Kurland said he didn't understand:
"Your seven regiments have already destroyed a battle moon together. Now with our final wall, our chances of winning are greatly increased. Even without reinforcements from Mars, we can still destroy the battle moon over Terra. Why don't we wait until the crisis is resolved before settling accounts with the Forge Commander?"
“It’s a different situation.”
Fu Qinghai shook his head sadly and said:
"Although we succeeded in destroying the battle moon over the Endin hive world, we also suffered heavy losses. We lost one-fifth of our warships and a large number of Space Marines, many of whom were experienced Terminator Commandos. We cannot afford such losses again. Mars must join the battle. We need the power of the Machine God."
Fu Qinghai actually lied.
Although the losses of the seven regiments were indeed heavy, especially the battleships, it was far from the point of serious damage. Moreover, every battleship of the Iron Pagoda Regiment had an automatic medical platform for Space Marines on the medical deck, and as long as the dead were not reduced to ashes, they could be rescued. Therefore, the actual number of Space Marine casualties was not as exaggerated as he described.
He had other reasons for sending troops from Mars.
But he couldn't say it clearly at this moment.
Only if Mars sends troops, only if the Forge Commander shifts his attention from Mars to the Battle Moon and starts paying attention to the progress of the battle and the orc technology that may be seized, will the assassins left behind by Wangorich on Mars have a chance to infiltrate the administrative core of the Forge Commander.
Wangoric can be said to be the strongest Grand Master of the Assassin's Court in the history of the human empire - he can even assassinate the Martian Forge Master! Without Wangoric's help, it is not necessarily possible for the Space Marines to overthrow the Martian regime and drain the blood of the White Scars and the Imperial Fists.
"In that case, are you sure you can persuade him to send troops?"
Kurland asked with some concern.
"I'm 90 percent sure."
Fu Qinghai said confidently:
"I know the Adeptus Mechanicus well. On the one hand, the threat of force will make them weigh the pros and cons rationally. On the other hand, we can also take advantage of their greed and promise them some conditions appropriately. For example, allow the Tech-Priests to dismantle and take away all the Ork technological creations on the battle moon after the battle? They will not be able to refuse such a temptation at all."
"I understand."
Kurland saw Fu Qinghai's right shoulder armor.
The rusty red gear wrapped around the skull relief.
"We will cooperate with you and wish you good luck in the negotiations."
Kurland pounded his chest heavily and said.
……
Mars, the red star, the place where Mecha originated.
A huge fleet was displayed in the orbit of Mars, with warships of different tonnage gliding in the void, the classic combination of battle barges and strike cruisers, and the Astartes that terrified all enemies of the Empire. There were thirteen such war groups, all gathered in the orbit of Mars at the moment, and the huge pressure caused even made some extremely long-lived technical priests recall the rebellion a thousand years ago.
At this time, in the administrative core deep underground on Mars.
Over countless eons, the Adeptus Mechanicus had excavated a sphere one kilometer in diameter beneath the earth, a hive of thousands of separate chambers, each containing a Priest connected directly to the core of the Forge World of Mars.
This is a networked brain, far more powerful than any Cogito system in the galaxy. Once a Tech-Priest is locked in a cell hive, his remains will be cleaned up by the Servitors after his long life ends. They retain only a small part of their individuality, and their thoughts and intentions merge into one, becoming a computing unit on the Forge World.
Kubik's throne sits atop a spine-like platform in the center of the sphere, a massive creation densely packed with data sockets, Cogitator connections, servoskull anchor points, and other more complex equipment, providing the Forge Master with a direct link to the core of the Forge World.
A clear, life-size, detailed image of a Space Marine was projected in front of his throne. Although the holographic projection was almost perfect, the Forge Lord did not need to observe it with the naked eye. He and his technical priests could perceive Fu Qinghai directly by reading the data.
"Hello, Brother Qingshan. You have returned to the solar system just in time. Without your arrival, Terra would have surely fallen."
Kubik selected the closest human voice from his database, a rich, commanding voice that suggested masculinity and confidence, and nothing like Kubik's original voice, which had been lost for hundreds of years.
"Greetings, Lord of Mars."
Fu Qinghai bowed slightly and said:
"I come before you on behalf of my brothers in the White Scars and Imperial Fists, asking for your wisdom and assistance."
In contrast to the aggressive and murderous fleet in orbit, Qingshan Khan's attitude was unusually humble. Kubik wondered who taught him this humility.
"What kind of help do you want?"
Kubik asked knowingly.
"Send your forces and the Space Marines to attack the Battle Moon and destroy it from orbit."
Fu Qinghai said bluntly.
"So did Yuskina Tour, whose Peasants' Crusade ended in disaster."
Kubik said lightly, injecting some elements of superiority, irony and calm into his vocal output.
"We are the Emperor's shield and blade, not a desperate mob. We can destroy the orcs."
Fu Qinghai replied just as calmly.
"Then I can only commend your confidence, Chapter Master, but I insist on proceeding with caution. You are a certified Forge Master of Mars, with the symbol of a gear and a skull on your shoulder armor. You are not just a Space Marine, you are a Tech-Priest in power armor. You should know more about the military power of Mars."
Kubik continued his reasoning:
"Our ground forces on Mars are indeed powerful, but our fleet is not suitable for this kind of operation. The fact is that the Adeptus Mechanicus does not have many warships. If we also go along with Yuskina, we will lose precious military forces that could be better used elsewhere. This is a simple and basic logical judgment."
Fu Qinghai pointed out the loopholes in this statement:
"But there is another fact: Yuskina only relied on a group of merchant ships to transport millions of civilians to the surface of the battle moon. No matter how few warships the Red Star has, are they not as good as the merchant fleet? Where is the destruction engine of the Restoration Order? Where is the general cannon of the Hundred Machine Fleet? And where are the God Machinery of the Titan Order and the Mechanical Holy Spirit of the Cybernetic Legion? Mars only needs to transport a small part of the army to the battle moon to produce a huge effect - and I haven't even seen a single armed servitor so far."
"Ah, to restore the Order's engine of destruction..."
There was a slight fluctuation in Kubik's voice.
"As expected of you, Master Forger, you know more about Mars than I expected. Indeed, there are many forbidden weapons in the arsenal of Mars that are beyond our comprehension and imagination, but the use of any more powerful weapons will bring immeasurable risks to the sacred land. Imagine what would happen if a satellite disintegrated in Terra's low-Earth orbit? Do you want us to destroy the throne world to save it?"
Kubik asked Fu Qinghai in return.
Fu Qinghai glanced at Kubik.
I thought silently in my mind: This is simply sophistry. You don’t tell me what forbidden weapons Mars possesses. Anyway, the question is that using these forbidden weapons to destroy the Battle Moon will harm the Throne World. Isn’t there an unsolvable solution?
The Casting Commander was unable to discern the intention behind Fu Qinghai's eyes, so he asked his subordinates through thought diversion.
"The analysis of voice fluctuations and facial muscle configuration shows that the probability that he spoke from the heart in the first half is 83.12%. Now he thinks you are covering up. We calculated that the probability that he has contact with other people in the galaxy is 91.76%. The main suspect is Drakan Wangerich, the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court."
A single voice rang in his mind.
This is the analytical conclusion given by the thinking cluster.
"Captain, let's stop blaming each other."
Kubik suddenly said:
"This war caught all of us off guard. Your chances of success are very high. Compared to the merchant ship leader, Mars will not suffer much loss if it chooses to help you, so I will help you. This is why you contacted me, right? To ask for my help, not to slander and accuse?"
Fu Qinghai nodded briefly:
"Yes, sir, this is my purpose."
"Okay, ten regiments of Skitarii Rangers and Skitarii Vanguards will go with you, and I will also provide support from five Knight Houses. The Mechanicus fleet will transport them and provide corresponding firepower cover. If it were just us, or just the merchant fleet, we would have almost no chance of winning, but with your fleet, we are within acceptable survival parameters."
Kubik gave his terms.
Ten regiments of basic infantry of the Crusaders? Plus five knight families? Sending beggars? Mars, the birthplace of the Om Messiah, only sends such a small force?
"Thank you for your assistance, my lord."
Fu Qinghai took a deep breath and said:
"As long as there is one Space Marine alive, as long as we breathe, Terra will not fall."
"Mars will not allow this to happen. We are united as always. The sacred covenant of Olympus binds us to each other. Mars and Terra are one."
Kubik said without changing his expression.
"He thinks you're lying."
The priest next to him whispered the results of the analysis.
"When can your army set out?"
Fu Qinghai asked directly.
"Master, I sent a message to the Mekhanids weeks ago, requesting that the troops begin to gather. My forces are ready to march at the command. Your question insults not only me, but also the oath of loyalty and alliance between Mars and Terra. We have been ready to aid Terra from the beginning, but we cannot act alone, and we will not support the foolish crusade that Yuskina has called for."
Kubik stood up from his throne, and the mechanical synapses under his rust-red robe and some other exquisite auxiliary limbs waved in dissatisfaction to express his emotions.
He's also a fucking histrionic personality...
Fu Qinghai rolled his eyes in his heart.
"Your apologies, Forge Master."
Fu Qinghai said insincerely:
"Without further ado, your aid is generous and will save many Space Marine lives."
"Send me your command code. I will send an additional intelligent control unit and put these mechanical holy spirits under your direct command. I have only one request."
"What is your request, Forge Commander?"
Fu Qinghai thought to himself: Isn’t it coming?
"My followers must collect all the supplies and technologies obtained during the battle and send them to Mars."
A request that was not at all unexpected.
"What purpose?"
Fu Qinghai frowned and asked.
"Its study is vital to defeating the orcs."
Kubik said without hesitation.
"I can agree to this request, in exchange, you will share all the information you have gathered about the orc threat."
Fu Qinghai said after thinking for a while.
"We have previously provided the Imperial Senate with all the information we know about the Orc threat."
Kubik said calmly.
"There are Adeptus Mechanicus exploration fleets across the Imperium, and many of your Forge Worlds have come under attack. I saw the intelligence you gathered, and it seems a little...thin."
Fu Qinghai said this as tactfully as possible.
“This is all we have.”
The Casting Commander remained calm and said:
“The delivery of material will speed up our analysis, and the more samples we have the more conclusions we can provide.”
Fu Qinghai stared at Kubik for a long time.
"Well, you are right, Forge Commander."
Fu Qinghai finally nodded slowly.
"Good, you agree with that. I hope we can meet again soon, on the day we win."
The Casting Commander spoke lightly.
……
After Kubik finished his last words.
The Tech-Priests have severed the link to the Rectification.
"Analysis conclusion."
Kubik sat back on his throne and spoke calmly.
"Qingshan Khan, the information about him in the historical data is incomplete, and there are gaps in time. It is known that he underwent transformation surgery to become a Space Marine in M30, participated in and commanded many battles, and achieved remarkable achievements... The data is not rich enough to complete the character portrait and psychological modeling. We can only analyze it based on his performance in the conversation just now."
The thought cluster begins to try to describe:
"This is a very standard and typical Astartes Chapter Master. He only cares about military issues and is not sensitive enough to other issues. There are two things we can confirm at present: first, he does not trust you, but he needs your help. Second, he is involved with the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court on Terra."
"The Astartes were created primarily to preserve and promote the persistence of humanity, and they are designed to be as predictable as the energy output of a lasgun."
Kubik muttered to himself:
"I am only thinking about the progress of the 'Great Experiment' and how the arrival of the two Astartes Legions will affect this progress. I was forced by this Qingshan Khan to send part of the Martian army to attack the Ork Battle Moon, but it will also give us the opportunity to obtain new research materials and provide a large number of experimental subjects for the 'Great Experiment' project."
“From threats come opportunities.”
The thought cluster issued a chorus of praise:
"Your decision was impeccable."
……
Battleship HMS Rectification, captain's room.
Fu Qinghai was sitting behind his desk in casual clothes, and he looked completely different from the image in the holographic projection where he was standing in the middle of the conference hall in power armor and solemnly meeting the Lord of Mars.
"Has the Forging Commander figured out something?"
Fu Qinghai asked curiously.
"Not at all, as far as I know."
Qing Ming smiled and bent his legs while sitting on the desk.
"You kept them in the dark? Is the gap between human brain thinking clusters and super artificial intelligence really that big?"
Fu Qinghai couldn't believe it.
"I am also the top artificial intelligence, okay?"
Qingming hugged Fu Qinghai's arm and shook him:
"Do you have any faith in me, Master?"
"No wonder the Crimson Protocol prohibits the development of AI..."
Fu Qinghai rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
Fu Qinghai knew very well that the fundamental reason why he wanted to send troops to Mars was not because of the lack of Mechanicus troops, but to cover up Wangorich's operation. But how could he conceal his true purpose in the negotiations with the Martian Forge Commander?
Acting? Acting alone is not enough.
The Casting Commander has the largest human brain thinking cluster on Mars to provide analysis and decision-making suggestions. They will analyze every subtle fluctuation in your voice and every subtle change in your facial muscles to determine whether you are lying. Don't say that Fu Qinghai is not a professional actor. Even if he is an Oscar winner, he can't withstand this level of frame-by-frame scrutiny.
However, the essence of holographic projection is also a pile of data. Huoxing can directly analyze this data. Similarly, Qingming can also directly generate this data. The Qingshan Khan who was talking to the Casting Commander was not the real person at all, but a virtual character generated by Qingming. All the details of the tone and subtle expressions were deliberately provided by Qingming for Huoxing to analyze. This "Qingshan Khan" perfectly conforms to the analysis conclusion of the thought cluster -
A typical Chapter Master, he should be in contact with the Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, have his own suspicions and judgments, but know nothing about what is currently going on on Mars.
"I can only help you up to this point, Lao Wan."
Fu Qinghai thought secretly in his heart:
"The most difficult High Lord to assassinate among the twelve High Lords, the Mars Forge Commander, I will leave it to you."
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