After the matter decompressor is fully launched, the integration process of the Far Eastern star field is accelerated, and the original matter decompressed from the black hole is continuously sent to the core galaxies of each star region through the stargate network.

Feeding nests began to fully restart production under the coordination of artificial intelligence, and the circulatory system that had long collapsed in the old urban area was repaired by tissues, just like the aging and decaying human body was finally injected with new blood, spasming for the first round of normal metabolism in thousands of years.

However, not every colonized planet can be treated like this, some sparsely populated remote planets simply do not even have the qualifications to be washed by the nano plague, large swaths of planets have been abandoned, and the population on them has been merged by the endless transport planes and transferred to the planets closer to the core world where the L-Star Gate is located for easy management.

This is a choice made based on the reality of the situation, even if there is a near-infinite supply of resources provided by the Matter Decompressor, the Truth Order's manpower is limited, and there is a serious shortage of high-level technical personnel to manage the vast Far Eastern star field.

In fact, when the reconstruction project was on the right track, they began to use methods such as memory implantation and knowledge indoctrination, from the commoners of the nest capital as raw materials to train cheap skilled workers in batches to fill the industrial production lines that can never be fed.

- In the absence of workers, the Truth Church chose to use technology to implant corresponding knowledge into the brains of ordinary people, rather than producing more mechanical labor through mature industrial production lines.

It's a bit counterintuitive, but it's more economical in a low-quality, highly populated nest city, where transporters are still transporting people from the edge to and around the core galaxy and beyond. There are too many people to use up, and they can't be used up at all.

By moving the population and merging the colonies, the Order of Truth greatly reduced its workload. In all fairness, the efficiency is quite high, but they have no respect for the personal opinions and homeland complexes of any planet's inhabitants, and forcibly kidnap people and stuff them with transport ships everywhere, which always reminds Russell of some bad things, such as triangular trade.

Looking at the current style of the Order of Truth, and thinking of Joshua, who had killed the 13th Expeditionary Fleet in order to collect experimental data, Russell couldn't help but laugh and cry. In the past, he always thought that organizations such as the Inquisition and the Mechanical Order in the Human Empire were too demonic, but as a result, his subordinates were also riding horses on the road of demonization.

"Actually, it's fine. It's understandable that it's hard to leave our homeland, but the distribution of planets in the Far East is so scattered that even we can't take care of it completely. Rather than staying in your hometown in a remote star field and enduring the risk of pirate raids, it is better to move to the core star field and live a stable life under the protection of the fleet. ”

Grey Wind sat on the table in front of Russell, dangling his calves lazily, and said:

"Although the previous nest capital is often synonymous with chaos, crowding and dirty, after this period of reconstruction, the large nest capital planets including Nifuor, Valrhona, Esaline and Mirafa, the disrepaired circulation system and pollution treatment facilities have been restored and restarted, the initial combing of urban traffic has been completed, the old urban area has been replanned, and the air quality has been purified to ...... Well...... How can you barely live there? ”

At least there are no more highly toxic gases deposited in the lower layers of the nest that need to be implanted with iron lungs to defend against. As time goes by, the pollution treatment system continues to operate, and the overall ecology of the planet will only slowly improve.

"You're right, it's time for me to change my mindset." Russell got up from his chair and stretched his waist: "It's not the time when I used to live in Falla, a huge Far Eastern star field needs to be managed, and even gods can't take care of everyone's emotions. ”

Not to mention that he is not a god. It's also time to shift your mindset and start thinking from a bigger picture.

"So, what are we going to do next? Is the integration of the Far Eastern Star Field completed step by step? Or something else? Gray Wind sat down on the table, pursed his lips and tilted his head.

"Leave the integration to the Order of Truth, they have proven their ability to do the work on their own even without me. But there is one thing that must be on the agenda now. ”

Russell said, calmly looking at the beautiful gray eyes in front of him, and said, "The matter decompressor has been launched, and it's time to start building the 'giant dock'." ”

Gray Wind snorted~, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Do you still not trust Colonia?" ”

"That's just one reason." Russell did not answer directly: "I have a hunch that the emergence of clay artists has brought unprecedented variables to the space necromancer race, and the divided dynasty is likely to complete the unification in the future." It will be a formidable force to be reckoned with. ”

"And now that the Four Gods of Chaos are aware of my existence, although they can't kill me, our situation will only get worse for the foreseeable future."

That's why it is necessary to build a giant dock and prepare for war.

"I see. So marshal, where is the site of the giant dock going to be? Grey Wind asked.

"Right here, right in the Quiet Dark." Russell said blandly.

There is no restriction that "only one giant structure can exist in a star system at the same time" in the physical universe, and the vast black hole horizon has too much space for the giant structure to anchor itself, and the construction of a giant dock in the quiet black domain will not conflict with the running matter decompressor, but can save a lot of material transportation costs.

Mining in situ and blasting ships in situ is the scenario conceived by Russell.

"And the Great Void of Nightmare itself is the handiwork of the Time Worm, and I can feel it in the dark, he has been watching this place and never taking his eyes off." Russell muttered to himself, "It's safer to build a megastructure here than anywhere else." ”

Gray Wind silently wrote down Russell's words one by one, and the two of them left the Quiet Black Domain space station together.

The Grey Mothership was left in the Great Cavern of Nightmares, and together with the Inverse Entropy Host, which had just finished the construction of the Matter Decompressor, began to survey the coordinates for the construction of the Giant Dock site.

Without the distraction of building Valkyrie-class battleships for the Human Empire, Grey Wind can concentrate its productivity on a project, and with the resource supply of the Matter Decompressor and some of the industrial worlds that have resumed operation as manpower and logistical support, it is foreseeable that the Mega Dockyard will only be completed faster than the Matter Decompressor.

The painstaking raw accumulation is complete, and it's time to roll off the first snowball.

At this moment, the mood of Gray Wind is very pleasant, and the nanorobot aggregate naturally likes to devote energy to work and construction, and enjoys the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction of building a home. But now Russell is far less happy than Gray Wind, and even a little sad.

"Don't be sad, Gutera has a motto: learning is the ladder of human progress!"

Gray Wind happily clasped Russell's arm with both hands to prevent him from skipping class: "Magnus has prepared a class and is waiting for you in Falla, Marshal, the content to be learned today is 'How to observe the tidal laws of the Sea of Souls'." ”

"Do I need to learn this? I can cause a small tsunami in subspace with a single sneeze......"

"Even so, you can't skip class." Grey Wind's attitude is very resolute.

The transport ship led the two of them through the stargate and left the Quiet Black Domain.

For the rest of his life, Russell spent most of his energy learning magic and witchcraft with Mr. Ma, as Magnus called the vast ocean.

As for the 13th Expeditionary Fleet, which clashed with the clay artists, Russell was in no mood or energy to take care of it, so they could only ask for more blessings.

The 13 expeditionary fleets are scattered like beans on the sea of stars, and each fleet will encounter its own situation, and it is impossible for the star bomber to ask everything and everyone cares about it, and the emperor can't do it.

If anything, Russell's position should also be more concerned about the 6th Expeditionary Fleet, which is dominated by the Truth Order.

The 6th Expeditionary Fleet, which was launched by the Measuring Bullet Bow, should theoretically arrive at its destination earlier than the 13th Expeditionary Fleet, which sailed at full warp speed, but due to the casual nature of the Measuring Bullet Bow's so-called interstellar shotgun, the entire composition of the 6th Expeditionary Fleet was completely scattered in the process of faster than light, and randomly scattered all over the surrounding areas of the target galaxy, and it took some time to complete the assembly, after all, the destination they arrived at was indeed a bit dangerous.

The coordinates of the 6th Expeditionary Fleet are near the Eye of Fear, an eerie star field where subspace and the real world overlap.

Here, the laws of physics lose their effect, and the eternal sweeping huge subspace storm obscures the light of the star moment, and even the most seasoned navigator cannot carry out a normal subspace voyage here. It's a place outside the law beyond the control of the Terra government, a good refuge for pirates, exiles, and cultists of Chaos.

The Maelstrom, an infernal dimension filled with demons and mutants.

The true target of the 6th Expeditionary Fleet is in the deepest part of the Maelstrom, in the very center of the Hell dimension. However, before officially entering the Maelstrom, the head of the psionic department of the Order of Truth and the commander-in-chief of the 6th Expeditionary Fleet, "Promelia" caused the Valkyrie-class battleship "Vicious Woman" to send a wide-area radiation signal. Scattered ships were gathered in the Badab system, an area of the Empire's actual control outside the Maelstrom.

The Badab system is an outpost system set up by the Human Empire outside the Maelstrom, where several Astarte warbands, including the Claws of the Starry Sky, are stationed here, and are responsible for keeping watch over the heretics and pirates in the Maelstrom, and striking and exterminating them in time when they go out to raid.

"We're going to go deep into the Maelstrom and find the item the leader needs in the very center of the Hell dimension."

In the general control room of the battleship Vicious Woman, the Order's psionic supervisor and fleet commander "Promelia" sat at the round table of the astrolabe, and said in a flat tone to the Imperial Admiral, the Technical Sage of the Order of Mechanics, and the High Inquisitor standing in front of him, "I can understand your eagerness to get to Terra as soon as possible, but unfortunately, I will only make it my first task to carry out the will of the leader. ”

"We used the Bullet Bow to jump directly from the Far Eastern Frontier to the Maelstrom in the heart of the galaxy, shortening the expedition by 2/3 of the way, and we need to use the time saved to go deep into the Maelstrom and find the thing the leader needs."

Promelia looked up at the three in front of her and asked, "If you disagree, you can leave for Terra on your own, but we and the Vicious Woman will continue this mission—or you can stay in Badab for the time being, and wait for us to complete our mission and leave the Maelstrom before continuing the expedition together." ”

Among the three high-ranking officials, the inquisitor shook his head first: "I have no objection. ”

The Forge Sage and the Vice Admiral beside him glanced at each other, and finally chose to compromise: "We will go deep into the maelstrom with you and fulfill the mission of the Bulletiner." ”

The three people here are very aware of the current situation, the 6th Expeditionary Fleet does not have the Astarte Wargroup as the spearhead, and its own hard power is far inferior to other fleets, relying on a large number of warships provided by the Order of Truth and high-level troops such as the Night Knights to fill the gap in combat power.

Every expeditionary fleet was watched by the four gods of Chaos, and they could not reach Terra alive without the armed fleet of the Order of Truth, especially after losing the Valkyrie-class battleships.

Promelia seemed to give them a choice, but in fact, there was always only one option that could be pressed.

"Sure enough, it's the captain of the Vicious Woman......" Looking at Promelia's cold and somewhat mean face, Inquisitor Camus muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" Promelia frowned.

"I was thinking that you are so wise and decisive, you are really a well-deserved captain of the Valkyrie battleship." Camus immediately emptied his mind and acted as if nothing had happened just now, and then he passed it perfunctorily.

Or maybe Promelia deliberately gave him a perfunctory step.

The young inquisitor denounced his own negligence in his heart, and actually had the idea of offense in front of the poisonous woman. As the head of the Order's psionic research department, Promelia is an incomparably powerful psionic in her own right—second only to Alphonse who disappeared in the flare.

Fortunately, Promelia did not pursue his thoughts, and the large expeditionary fleet assembled within the patrol range of the Badab fleet soon attracted the attention of the local star district government, and before the consultation meeting within the 6th Expeditionary Fleet was over, the Vicious Woman received a communication request from the main star of Badab

"We are the Badab fleet, visitors from afar, please be clear about your identity and intentions."

Perhaps due to the discovery of the Imperial Emblem and the Mechnorder's gear skull emblem on some of the ships of the expeditionary fleet, the Badab Patrol Fleet's inquiries were politely worded, though the fleet's weapon systems were politely vigilant at any moment.

"We are the 6th Expeditionary Fleet of the 'Terra Expedition', and in the name of the Emperor, we are on our way to the Holy Terra ......"

Vice Admiral Oguma sent back the identity of his party and some superficial information about the Terra expedition to the Badab patrol fleet. After receiving a positive reply from friendly forces, an advance team of 2 frigates and some escort aircraft quickly approached the Vicious Woman.

The closer the distance, the more shocking the feelings in the hearts of the captains and many crew members on the two frigates, the 48-kilometer-long Valkyrie-class battleship, its majestic and magnificent size, gave the advance team an unparalleled visual impact in this galaxy that pursues "big is good".

Many of the crew members of the frigate had heard the legends of the Empire's pride and the great Glory Queen-class battleships before and after joining the Imperial Navy, and now when they witnessed the Valkyrie's heroic appearance, they couldn't help but wonder: Even if the legendary Queen of Glory came to them, the shock would be nothing more than that, right?

Or is this actually a great Glory Queen-class battleship that is on an expedition to the galaxy by the will of the God Emperor?

This thought continued until the two frigates docked on the side of the Vicious Woman, and the diplomatic envoys, dressed in elaborate dresses, representing the will of the governor of Badab, solemnly boarded the bridge of the Valkyrie.

Diplomats who are qualified to attend such occasions are naturally trained in the most rigorous professional etiquette, especially when it comes to boarding a huge warship suspected of being the Queen of Glory.

There was not the slightest inappropriateness in the diplomat's facial expression or body movements, and even if his heart was filled with excitement and shock, his appearance still seemed calm and unhurried, and his every move showed timeless elegance, and he did not lose a single face to Governor Badab.

"Even though I'm shouting in my heart and saying something 'I can blow for 50 years,' I still have a 'but that's it' expression on my face. Are the Badabs so divided? It's funny~ like a hillbilly who has just entered the city. Badab Hillbilly ~ Township ~ Baba ~ Guy ~"

"Who?!" The diplomat was stunned and couldn't help but exclaim.

The receptionists on both sides of the bridge who were in charge of greeting him were startled by the sudden shouting, and everyone looked at the Badab diplomat who had just boarded the ship in amazement: "Eh, are you okay?" ”

"I, I'm fine, it's fine, it's okay......" The diplomat waved his hand to indicate that he was in good shape, and walked forward, his gaze constantly scanning, but he never found the source of the voice.

"The voice I heard just now was soft and high-pitched, it should be the voice of an adult woman, but there were only men in the reception staff on either side, and they didn't hear any sign of it...... Where did that voice come from? ”

With suspicion and secret worries, the Badab diplomat continued to walk forward without losing his manners, and entered the cabin of the Vicious Woman.

"Township~Ba~Lao~"

As soon as the forefoot stepped into the cabin, the familiar tone reappeared, and the velvety soft voice seemed to sound directly in the cranial cavity.

Large cold sweat broke down his spine and soaked through the silk lining under the diplomat's sumptuous gown.

(End of chapter)