After listening to Russell tell the story of the Dark Angel and the Emperor, Greywind understands his intention to support the First Legion to counterbalance the Order of Mechanics.

Politics is the art of compromise, which is a little difficult to understand for the current gray wind, but she is still better at being responsible for the overall planning of production and construction and various resources and manpower, and the deterministic value of 1 is 1 and 0 is 0, which is what Gestalt consciousness is best at controlling.

With the support of the matter decompressor and the stargate network, the integrated Far Eastern Star Domain has gradually completed the reconstruction of the management system and industrial recovery with the Great Cavity of Nightmare as the center, especially the recovery progress of the former main stars such as Nifer, Asaline, and Valrhona is the most outstanding.

The foundations of these worlds themselves are very good, and there are a large number of super-giant industrial facilities on the surface of a messy planet that can date back to the Golden Age, and if you let Grey Wind judge them, you will probably say that they are relatively close to the abandoned planets in your impression.

The living environment of these planets themselves will be relatively poor due to the abandonment of facilities and industrial pollution, but once an external force intervenes to restart them and pump fresh blood into the dry veins, then these revived nests will be able to provide a considerable amount of industrial production capacity for the Truth Order, even if they do not rely on the nanobots of the controlled gray wind.

In particular, the industrial world of Mirafa, located in the Aurora system, has the lowest difficulty of restarting any forsaken planet.

"Embra, Nifur, Musbel, Aisharin, Valrhona, Orok Kohl......" Grey Wind counted in his mind the industrial worlds that had completed industrial recovery, and by the way determined the main flow of the world's industrial output.

The main directions are as follows:

1. Supply raw materials and manufactured products to the giant dock that is starting shipbuilding at full speed in the quiet black region

2. OEM parts for the battleships required by the dark angels

3. Supporting the daily needs of other worlds and post-war reconstruction......

These are all very serious places, and in the eyes of the first generation of managers of the Federation, these may be considered very important careers, but in the eyes of Gray Wind, the above three points can only be regarded as some trivial things.

Her more important thing needed to be done, and that was a commission from the marshal himself.

Gray Wind shuts down the background running of the statistics sub-process and focuses the computing power on the other two projects.

Megastructures: Sentinel Array, Strategic Command Center

"For the marshal to launch a purge that cleanses the sea of stars, and to support a super-giant war on the scale of the galaxy, intelligence gathering and command organs are absolutely indispensable."

Gray Wind looked at the progress bar in front of him with one hand and hugged his chest with one hand, and gently pinched his chin with one hand, and fell into thought: "The existing productivity is limited, and it can't support the construction of two giant structures at the same time, which will only make both of them face a long construction period, and the gains outweigh the losses." So if you want to prioritize a build......"

Gray Wind thought for a moment and made a choice: "That's the Sentinel Array." ”

She then quickly used her computing power to calculate the amount of industrial output and resource reserves/production she currently had, and soon figured out how long it would take to build the Sentinel Array - putting aside all the additional military orders and shipbuilding, and if the Sentinel Array was fully built, it would take about 4.9 standard Terra years for the Sentinel Array to be fully built.

"But the giant dockyard cannot be stopped, nor can trade with the human empire...... In that case, you would need to add 1-2 years of additional time to the 4.9 years. ”

Grey Wind quickly came up with the results he wanted, but it wasn't the end.

The Sentinel Array is a super sensor with a range of enough to cover the entire cantilever of the entire galaxy, but the difficulty of building is actually secondary, and the real thing to worry about is the difficulty of use.

"The real-time monitoring information from all over the galaxy will be aggregated into the central processor of the Sentinel Array for re-encoding, and I need to build a powerful artificial intelligence with extremely powerful computing power into this giant structure to be able to cope with such a huge amount of data computing." Grey Wind thought.

If only that's all, but don't forget that the galaxy of this universe is very abstract, and the curtain between the real universe and subspace has long been broken. Subspace rifts, demon worlds, cultists and other depraved things are all over the galaxy, and a large part of the information obtained by the Sentinel Array listening to the whole galaxy will have a strong tendency to degenerate and spiritual pollution.

"The large amount of computing subspace-related information will inevitably lead to a huge amount of chaos erosion of the Sentinel AI, and there is a high risk of degeneration."

Grey Wind began to think about starting to solve this problem:

"Although it is possible to use the Pure Spirit Field to cover the entire giant structure to purify the pollution and sort out the cognition, the Milky Way is too big, and the information collected from each cantilever is also massive, and under the high-intensity information flow, the spiritual dust consumed to maintain the Pure Spirit Field will be a very terrifying astronomical amount......"

Gray Wind sighed, and his whole body wilted.

"I'm so hard......"

It's the 017th year of the 40th millennium, and Grey Wind is as plagued by the problem of lack of psionic dust as usual.

Happily, the Chaos camp was not in a good mood at this time.

The Eye of Fear, a hidden star cluster that no transcendent will can see, is where the Palace of Slaanesh is located.

It was once the capital of the Elder Empire, the embodiment of the glory and pride of the Aidaling race, and when the newborn Slaanesh uttered its first cry in the subspace, the Elven Empire perished. In the ruins of the former royal capital rose a desolate palace.

It was the realm of Slaaneshin, the playground of the Prince of Pleasure.

Of all the demonic worlds affected by Slaanesh, Callax is perhaps the most special one. It was Slaanesh's gift to his ascension form, Fogrim, and the planet was filled with endless joy.

During the "Purge" after the end of the Horus Rebellion, Robert Killman, the Genogen of the Ultramarines, assembled an army of Ultramarines and 6 sub-regiments in an attempt to completely wipe out the rebellious Legion of the Emperor's Sons and their original form, Fogrim.

The battle to kill the original body ushered in the final battle in a world called Sassela, known as the "Battle of Sasera".

In this battle, the Ultramarines were defeated. Robert Killiman was beheaded by Vogrim with a sword, his life in danger, and the poison of Slaanesh on the blade of the sword was eroding the life of the Lord of the Ultramarines, and no treatment could help. Kiliman can only be placed in a stasis force field and sleep for a thousand years and then another millennium, until today.

If it weren't for the Emperor's apparition that saved the last shred of Kiliman's life, the Ultramarine's original body would have fallen in the Battle of Sacella, and died tragically under the poisonous blade of Forgrim.

And the demon world of Carax is a place of pleasure given to it by the evil god Slaanesh because of Forgrim's excellent achievements in the Battle of Sassela.

It was a world of pleasure, closer to a garden than a planet, with a bright red liquid flowing from the ground, whether it was blood or pomegranate juice, and the moans of lust and succubus temptation drifted in the wind like silk.

Foggrim had indulged in pleasure on Carax for thousands of years, but now, not even the sexiest elven girl or the most skilled Slaanesh Keeper could arouse his desires or diminish the anger in his heart.

"Despicable fellow!"

In the lavish crystal palace, the Ascending Primordial Body, with its newly grown arms, slammed its newly grown arms into the salt platform full of wriggling pieces of flesh in front of it, and its sharp teeth clenched together with a piercing gurgling sound, silencing the succubus attendants on both sides.

Fogrem gritted his teeth, and the image of the crushing defeat in the Boulder Fortress lingered in his mind, irritating him.

It wasn't angry that it had lost to Ryan, even if Ryan, who was clad in Baptist armor, relied on a tortoise shell to be invincible. The remnants of the Dark Angels in the Monastery of the Monastery also have the desire to keep the consumption in check from the mist.

Even if he can't beat Ryan one-on-one, Foggrim is confident that he will delay until Slaanesh completely pulls the Boulder Fortress into subspace.

But who knew that this chase and killing battle was fought all the way to the end, and it was not the devouring of Slaanesh or Ryan's platinum greatsword that ended the battle, but a bunch of strange-shaped robots suddenly sprang out of nowhere, and caught Foggrim is a violent beating, the firepower is so fierce and the tactics are brutal, and even the genetic prototype who has been upgraded to the Demon Prince can't bear it.

It's obviously a duel between brothers, what does it mean to engage in a sneak attack?

In his resentment, Forgrim, who was surrounded by a group of tall extermination relics, was smashed into the Heavenly Spirit Cover by Ryan, who arrived later, with a sword.

"What a shame, what a deed...... Has Ryan lost the glory of his former knighthood of Caliban in his 10,000-year slumber?! Fogham gritted his fangs and gurgled, "Is he dazed?!" ”

It still hasn't figured out where those extinction relics came from, isn't the secret vault access control system of the Monolithic Monastery all eroded by chaos and unable to open?

Could it be that Slaanesh was affected by something else and fell off the chain?

Thinking back to the ebb and flow of the Chaos Tide in the Boulder Fortress, the sudden rise and fall of the tide in the purple mist, Forgrim thought it was very likely.

"Perhaps, it wasn't my responsibility to lose to Ryan, but because Prince Joy didn't drag the boulder into subspace before the extinction relics were liberated?" Fogham smoothly threw the pot to Slaanesh.

(End of chapter)