Generally speaking, politicians are very ethical when they can achieve 20% of their commitments, and more often they draw a pie and cheat the approval ratings and forget about their previous promises.

What makes Russell different is that he really intends to deliver on his promise in full.

At the end of the tripartite meeting, it was nearly early in the morning.

The bishop of the Anglican Church hurried out of the Governor's Palace to prepare propaganda with the congregation, but the Gauss representative of the Church of the Mechanicus did not leave in a hurry.

He sat across from Russell, and even from a round table, Russell could feel the scarlet light coming out of the prosthetic eye on the left side of his face.

He knew that this hungry seeker of knowledge would not be willing to leave without receiving something.

Russell had been prepared for this, and he clapped his hands gently, and the door to the conference room was gently pushed open.

A maiden dressed as a maid walked through the door and placed a silver disc beside Gauss, the representative of the technical priest. The plate itself is nothing unusual, but the contents of the plate attract the eyes of both true and false eyes on Gauss's face.

It was a save for storing data, a common style in empires.

"It's... It's ......" Gauss's voice trembled slightly.

"The standard manufacturing template for an ancient machine called the 'Replicator Terminal', in which several of the pre-technologies used to make it are also stored."

The girl in the maid's dress said softly: "A complete replicator terminal can scan and store molecular-level information of various objects, and realize mass production through a similar method of replication......"

Before the words fell, the robotic hand stretched out behind Gauss impatiently grabbed the save on the table.

"Wan, the god of all machines......"

Gently, carefully, he slowly inserted the save disk into the brain-computer interface in his left ear, and began to read the data inside, with a reverent gesture, as if he was on a pilgrimage.

Just 30 seconds later, Gauss shuddered as he pulled the disk from his ear and put it back in the center of the plate, and his own body slipped off his chair and fell to his knees.

Although he knelt down facing Russell, Russell knew that Gauss was kneeling not for himself, but for the disk.

Thirty seconds is not enough time to go through all the design data of the replicator's terminal, but the small amount of information that can be read in this short period of time is enough to make him marvel at the miracle and worship this mediocre save.

Something like a replicator terminal is not an artifact for the Empire, but in a small place like Falla, even the mechanical society here has never seen much of the world.

Gauss recited the sacrificial words Russell did not understand, and praised the God of All Machines 13 times in different tones before he got up from the ground trembling slightly, and carefully placed the save on the table into his chest—in the same place as his mechanical heart.

At this time, Gauss's eyes looking at Russell were already extremely fanatical, and the only remaining human eyeball burned with endless greed and piety, and his voice was hoarse, and he said slowly: "God of all machines......"

The maid next to her frowned, her tender little face full of disgust.

Russell smiled politely at Gauss and instructed, "I need you to disseminate these technologies publicly, not to hide them, and after this work, there are many more ancient technologies that you need to study and decipher." ”

"There are still any! And more?! ”

The immense sense of happiness almost short-circuited Gauss's brain, and it took him several minutes to force himself to compose himself, bending deeply, deeply towards Russell: "Yes, yes, I will give, my ...... everything"

Gauss is gone.

A maid dressed as a maid came to Russell's side around the table, tilted her head to look at him, and asked with some curiosity, "Why did the marshal specifically tell him not to hide his secrets?" ”

"The people of the Mechanics are like this, they have an incomprehensible religious fanaticism for knowledge and technology, they are eager to seek lost knowledge and advanced technology, and they hide it like hamsters and never share it with others, and carry it all the way to the coffin."

Russell felt a little nervous as he spoke, so he shook his head and smiled: "If I don't use more knowledge as bait, he would definitely rather die than let others see that disk." ”

Gray Wind crossed his hands on his hips and sighed helplessly: "Hopeless fellow, no wonder Marshal you chose the Imperial Truth Sect instead of them." ”

Russell was noncommittal.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something again: "By the way, Gray Wind, why did you look at Gauss with such contempt just now?" Did he make any small moves? ”

Gray Wind shook his head: "No, there are no small movements. However, the moment Gauss just got the save just now, my sensor scanned his reproductive system and produced some kind of reaction, in short, he was in heat with a save disk. ”

Well, that's oily guys.

Russell was even more convinced.

After five minutes of despise Gauss with Grey Wind, Russell got up from his chair and stretched, heading to the door of the conference room.

"Let's go, Grey Wind, it's time to go back to your room."

"Yay!"

Gray Wind's eyes lit up, and he happily trotted to follow, looking excited:

"Marshal, you fell asleep last night before you finished the story...... I wonder what happened to the Lord of the Fire Dragons, Wokhan, in the end? Did he really die with the beasts? Isn't he resurrected? …… You have to finish speaking today to sleep! ”

Russell rubbed his dark circles and thought to himself that this marshal was inferior~

I have to say that Warhammer 40K is indeed an extremely complex story system.

At first, Russell only intended to explain the worldview here to Gray Wind so that he could act in the future, but as he spoke, there were more and more things to talk about.

After all, to explain humanity's extreme rejection of artificial intelligence, it is inevitable to mention the Iron Man Rebellion;

To explain the relationship between Astarte and Chaos Astarte, we have to talk about the Horus Rebellion;

Domino effect.

Luckily, Grey Wind doesn't hate listening to stories, but rather likes it.

At present, Russell has just talked about the end of the Beast War, the fall of the Lord of the Fire Dragon, and the gray wind has been pestering him, and he will not be allowed to sleep until he finishes this paragraph.

Perhaps in the long and boring life of Gray Wind, few people will be by its side like this, telling it new things.

Glory and courage, betrayal and anger, pride and prejudice...... All of this is so new to this life formed by the aggregation of nanobots.

“…… If the Horus Rebellion broke the backbone of the Human Empire, then the Beast Wars drained the Empire of flesh and blood. Since then, the country has been effectively declared dead, leaving only a rotting and swollen corpse that has managed to survive on its sheer size and religious fanaticism until now. ”