As the days of farming passed, Russell's promise to the common people was being fulfilled in an orderly manner, hunger and chaos were diminishing, and the governor's prestige was growing, thanks to the tireless efforts of the Mechanics to develop production and parse the Celestial Civilization's technological tree.

Under the influence of the state religion, the remaining aristocratic forces were also liquidated very efficiently, providing him with abundant financial support.

During this time, Russell made an agreement with the State Church.

The state religion, as a religion that worshipped the emperor as the only supreme god, regarded the materialist theory "imperial truth" proposed by the emperor himself as heresy, because it denied the divinity of the emperor.

The Anglican faithful were always quick to get rid of the Imperial Truthists, and Russell had two main ways to win their support:

One is to help with missions; the second is to use the power of the governor to assist the state religion in suppressing the Imperial Truth;

With his tacit cooperation with the bishop, scholars, teachers, and researchers of the Imperial Truth School were secretly arrested and imprisoned after a simple religious trial.

This faction was already weak in the empire, and the channels for speaking were all blocked by Russell's use of personal prestige, so that their disappearance barely made any waves in Falla.

Strangely, as time went on, more and more supporters of imperial truth were sent to prison cells, but the already modest prison on Falla never expanded.

The Anglican generally believed that the dark cells buried deep underground had become the graves of heretics, and therefore praised the piety and nobility of the new governor, but Russell did not give any explanation for their whereabouts.

Four years passed quietly like a big dream, and in the fifth year of Grey Wind's arrival in Falla, a full 6 teams of fully formed Cyberlux battle body units were assembled on the first moon and sent into the hangar of the Grey Gu Mothership.

It was also in this year that Russell finally relented in his approval of the mechanical machine's application for the perseverance of the "Golden Age of Human Heritage".

With the issuance of this warrant, a large number of transports that have been repaired or newly built have been moored into the orbit of the first moon, and countless grassroots mechanics and technical priests are waiting for them on board.

At this time, Gauss, who was already in a high position in the Falla Mechanical Society, was standing on the side of his armored ship "Perpetual Gear", looking at the huge gray Gu battleship moored on the far side of the first moon through the porthole, and his heart was very excited.

After spending four years digesting some of the technologies Russell had previously shared with him, Gauss realized how precious the countless ancient technologies carried on this ship.

And at this moment, the door of the treasury was about to open, and he had already obtained permission to take a few precious gems from it.

"Actually, in the hangar inside this battleship, there are also a group of ancient titan troops that have been formed, their structure is extremely advanced, and they are completely different from the current imperial titans, which should be very valuable for you to study."

"I've recently secured the right to launch them, and specifically allowed you to call in enough transports to transport these god's machines out of the hangar for research. Don't let me down. ”

This is Russell...... No, these are the exact words of the messenger sent by the God of Machines, the great Governor of Falla, His Highness Russell!

Every time he thought of these generous words, Gauss and his technicians were moved to tears.

But it was such a historic moment, and Russell was not there, and the industrious governor was still in the Doge's palace on the surface of Falla while the machine would fly out into space.

Dressed as an Anglican nun, Grey Wind sat on the sofa and dangled her calves, boredly turning one of her hands into tentacles and back again, and then into the claws of some kind of beast, back and forth. The biodiversity on this planet is not very good, and after playing for a while, it can't find the material, so bored that it has to lie on the table and watch Russell flip through the files.

"Marshal, the transports of the Mecha are already approaching me." Gray Wind whispered softly, picking up an apple and pear placed on the table and taking a bite with a crisp sound.

"Well, you pay more attention to the camouflage work, so that they don't find traces of mining on the first moon." Russell didn't raise his head when he spoke.

"Don't worry, a transport ship that is not equipped with a sufficiently advanced probe will not be able to see through the three-dimensional camouflage set on the surface of the first moon."

Grey Wind chewed on the flesh with the skin, but the syllables of his voice were still clear: "I think you should worry more about me than if the arsenal was discovered." The half-human, half-mechanical technomaniac looked at me now as if Gollum was looking at the Lord of the Rings, and I was a little worried that they would rush up to me and hug me and cry, crying and laughing at the same time...... Something like that. ”

It had heard Russell tell the story of the Lord of the Rings, and it also remembered that when Russell handed over the two technologies of "solid-state holographic casting mold" and "nano-separator" to the Robot Society last year, Gauss's reaction was like this, which was weird.

"No, I told them whether the machines would force a landing on you." Russell put down the document in his hand and raised his head, smiling at Gray Wind: "If you find that the transport ship is trying to dock in the hangar, just fire and sink it." ”

Grey Wind nodded, stuffed the remaining pits into his mouth, and chewed them together.

Russell roughly fooled the mechanical society like this:

He told Gauss that he had only partially controlled the ancient warship, and that now he had only unlocked the power section and the hangar where the Titans were parked, and that the rest of the battleship was on forbidden alert and would be attacked by the automatic defense system if it came closer.

Of course, this little life-threatening trivial thing can't stop the oil guys who regard knowledge as their life, and they will most likely rush up against the firepower.

So Russell added later:

"If the battleship master judges that it cannot prevent the intruder from entering the hull, it will start running a self-destruct program."

In this way, the mentality of this group of technical maniacs was finally stabilized, allowing them to immerse themselves in the study of various novel technologies handed over by Russell with peace of mind, and survived until the completion of the combat unit.

Gray Wind rolled over and lay down on the couch: "The handover begins, Marshal." ”

At this moment, in the pitch-black space on the far side of the First Moon, one armored transport ship after another formed a triangular formation on the side of the gray Gu mothership, opened the void shield and sailed forward.

Gauss's "Perpetual Gear" was at the front of the formation, and he sat in the general control room with a tense expression, his original and prosthetic eyes nervously staring at the beautiful shell that covered the side of the battleship in the picture before him.

The hatch of the gangside hangar slowly opened, and by the light of the stars, Gauss cast his gaze behind the door, and he took the first one, a great legacy from the Golden Age.