When he first learned about the genetic seed source of the Confessional Fire Warband, Russell was tempted to give Milac a cheap sentence: "I know what you are repenting of", but his strong self-control finally succeeded in suppressing the desire to tease.

It must be that Gray Wind has brought himself into trouble by talking about it every day, Russell thinks so.

With the Flame of Repentance of the Dark Angels, a large number of veterans and commanders from the Imperial Guard and Imperial Navy have also settled on this small beautiful planet.

They stayed with half of the Mechanics and began to prepare for the militarization of Falla.

The special nature of L-Stargate determines that once this transportation network is completed, the system where the terminal exit is located will inevitably become a battleground for soldiers, and the empire will have to deploy a huge military force here to guard the network center to protect its own traffic safety.

The Flame of Repentance is only the first Space Marine warband to be stationed in Falla, and as the grim situation in Espernes eases, more troops will only be deployed here in the future.

In order to cope with the foreseeable military expenses of the near future, the Mechanics Society, with Russell's consent, is preparing to transform a barren planet on the outskirts of the Fallas system.

The Technocrats intend to use large thrusters to force the planet onto the habitable zone within the system, and spend the next few decades building it to transform it into a new Foundry World to produce a steady stream of war supplies for Falla.

Russell felt that he could have a little other ideas for this idea.

After the prophetess had left Falla with almost two-thirds of the expeditionary force, Russell found a moment to claim that there was an important matter that needed to be interviewed with the technical sage, and then boarded the research ship "Unsolvable" accompanied by a team of battle nuns.

He didn't alike being watched by the emperor's daughters all day, but if he could, Russell would have preferred to be surrounded by the nuns of atonement.

Well, no.

With regret, Russell left the Battle Nuns outside the door and walked alone into a tightly sealed cabin located deep in the research ship.

As soon as he entered, he saw the scarlet-shining prosthetic eye of the Techno-Sage in the darkness, nailed to him like a star dart shot from a star dart gun.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to ask you to get those races back, ah...... Ancient Titan's. Russell saw through at once the reason why the technical sage was so nervous.

I'm not here to ask for a debt...... The other party's emotions have eased up, but his attitude towards Russell is still a little unfriendly, and he is probably still suffering from the relic battleship that died with the swarm. Poor guy.

As Russell pondered, a long robotic arm emerged from under the Techno-Sage's robes, crawled down the wall to the door, and turned on the light as he closed the door.

After nodding slightly to the techno-sage sitting at the geared table in the center of the room, Russell sat generously across from him.

The oil guy is really rude, and the guests don't even pour a cup of tea when they come. Russell was in his mind.

The messenger of the star bullet came to me, since it was not to ask for an account, what would it be? The technical sage was apprehensive.

"I got the word that the Mechanics want to transform the barren planet 'Embra' on the outskirts of Falla into a foundry world, and I think that's a good idea."

Russell propped his hands on the round table of gears, his fingers interlaced, and went straight to the point: "I think I can help with this to a certain extent, and reach some cooperation with the Mechanic Society." ”

The Techno-Sage breathed a sigh of relief that didn't exist: "I'd love to. ”

He knew in his heart that Russell, the little governor of a remote planet, naturally couldn't help him, and it was the existence behind him who proposed cooperation at this moment.

"I need you to repair and expand the Seeker space station for me."

Russell smiled and said, "With your eyes, you should have seen that the frame structure and core specifications of the Knowledge Seeker are completely inconsistent with its current volume. This is because it was never designed to be a small orbital fortress, the basic skeleton of this space station, which we built from the beginning to the specifications of a 'star base'. ”

Technophile nodded, making a small crackle of metal grinding, "You're not lying. ”

He had long seen that the major modules on the Seeker were put together in a hurry, and the line connections in many places were not very reasonable, wasting a lot of space and redundant energy, so that he, an old oil guy, could see that his liver was sparkling, and he simply didn't know what to do.

But after passing Bernatita's analysis at the Council of the Prophets, he had come to understand that this was because the Marbles had anticipated the orc war that would take place in Fallane.

The tight time pressed the Fallas to temporarily shoehorn modules into the frame of the star base and build it into a crappy orbital fortress, so that they could form combat power as quickly as possible.

And after the end of the war, it is time for this makeshift orbital fortress to be built as it deserves, and truly become a large star base capable of sheltering the entire Fallas system.

This coincided with their plan to militarize Falla, and there was no reason for the Technophile to refuse.

"As long as you can give us a price that makes us happy, the Mechanic Order is willing to serve it." The Techno-Sage nodded in response.

He didn't doubt that the other party would be able to come up with all kinds of lost technology and ancient equipment that he coveted, but this technical sage was still a little curious, the construction of the Casting World was considered the cultivation of the Mechanical Cultivator, what help could the Star Player provide in this?

"You're going to be tempted." Russell reached into his coat and pulled out a neat white book and placed it on the round table with gears.

The title of the proposal is:

"Integrate the world into one city, cast a city for the world."

"Planetary Project: Ideal City."

The prosthetic eye of the technical sage twisted up and down, and with great efficiency, he scanned and entered this complex proposal into his brain.

What unfolded in front of him was a perfect planetary modification specification that could be used to transform almost any habitable planet, and its degree of standardization and modularity could even be called STC.

Yes, a planetary-scale STC standard building template.

In the planetary plan, the entire planet is neatly and efficiently cut into functional zones with different uses, arranged and combined with each other, and assembled into a highly modular planetary city, and even the required functional zoning ratio can be customized according to specific needs.

Whether it is the expected production efficiency or the rationality of road planning, this urban planet is much higher than the general foundry world built by factories according to local conditions, and the most extreme rationality is also the most extreme beauty.

The entire planet covered in steel is a perfect work of art that is intoxicating.

The name of "Ideal City" is well deserved.