After a brief reading of the databoard, Killiman quickly understood why the contents weren't sent directly to his armor via wireless data transmission, as was the case with the previous video.

First of all, it's a lot of content. While it is true that the Armor of Fate can also cast the received documents directly on his retina, even a primordial like Killiman does not really want to rely on retinal projection to read through a 2,433-page document if he has a choice.

Secondly, its importance really deserves to be treated with such caution. Although Killiman himself had secretly assigned an expedition in the course of the Unyielding Expedition to the dark side of the Empire, which had lost the navigation of the Torch after the Great Rift unfolded, to attempt to establish a "Second Torch", he found that his plan was conservative compared to the "Chaldean Lighthouse" plan.

The "Chaldean Lighthouse" plan does include a plan to build a "second star torch". Perhaps this is why the Chaldean Bureau, which was responsible for carrying out this plan, was assigned to the Star Torch Hall. But the "second torch" is not the whole picture of the whole project - specifically, the overview, discussion, deduction, proof, engineering design and budget quotation of this part of the construction work occupy only the first 270 pages of the entire document.

Even the first thirty-two and a half pages of these two hundred and seventy pages are devoted to the discussion of "why the 'Chaldean Lighthouse' was chosen on the main planet of Baal."

The summary at the end of this paragraph states that since Divine Terra already has a Star Torch, it will not be difficult to borrow this concept and make another similar one.

The Imperial Regent furrowed his brows and stared at the data board in his hand without saying a word.

To be honest, he was a little confused about this plan. First of all, although he is a primordial, he is not the kind of primordial who has a talent for precision mechanics. His far superior wisdom and computing power often have outstanding performance in logistics and overall planning, but there is nothing bright about this kind of thing.

Secondly, the deductive part of the document was mixed with too many concepts and techniques that he had never heard of, and even made the Imperial Inquisitors suspect that even if Ferrus or Perturabo came to read the plan, they would encounter many obstacles in understanding.

But Kiliman, a politician, knows how to get to the point. Since the large list of titles of "Emperor's Personal Choice, Throne Envoy (omitted below)" is endorsed by the joint certification of the Throne Hall and the Star Torch Hall, he tacitly acknowledges that the other party will not fool him with any plans with low feasibility. He was the one in charge of making the decision, and he didn't need to know all the technical details, so he began to read the parts of the document that were expected to work when the components of the "Chaldean Lighthouse" were completed:

Module 1: "Second Star Torch";

Module 2: "Echoes of Fate";

Module 3: "Tower of Stops";

Module 4: "Beautiful Journey";

Module 5: "Longinus";

Module 6: "The Basis of Human Reason";

and module seven, which is yet to be demonstrated.

Kiliman spent half an hour on the more than two thousand pages of paper. It's not that he can't keep up with his reading speed, it's just that he can't believe what he can deduce from what he sees in the text. His instinct told him that he should question the overly bizarre descriptions of the effects of the modules, but if he flipped a little further, the document would inevitably become a solid piece of paper, and there would inevitably be a thick pile of relevant reviews that would block his doubts back.

There is no other reason why he would hesitate so much, but if this lighthouse can be implemented as described in the document, even if the actual output efficiency of each module is discounted by 5%, the dark side of the empire can basically stabilize it. He couldn't believe it was so good until he saw it with his own eyes.

The Imperial Regent put the datapad off the screen, slowly put it back on the table, and let out a long sigh.

Coetze's own repeated provocations did not break the hard shell of his politician mask, nor did the overly esoteric mode of getting along with Coates and Rika Fujimaru just now, but the two-thousand-four-hundred-three-three-page document did. Putting down the datapad and leaning back in his chair, Killiman looked exactly like a busy employee slumped on the couch when he came home from work—no doubt tired, but also relieved by a large rock in his heart.

“…… What is the success rate of this program? His exhaustion even seeped through his tone.

"100 percent or zero." Somehow, within this half hour, Rika Fujimaru, who had begun to draw the Emperor Tarot card with Digris, replied, "Either after I arrive in Baal, it will start to be built normally, and it will be built normally and without incident; Either I'll die before then, and the plan will be tainted by Chaos. ”

"What's going on?"

"As long as I exist, I can prove that there is no new technology in this proposal. The think tank director should understand that this is important in today's world, and the same is true for mechanism that it takes hundreds or even thousands of years to argue whether a 'new' technology is safe. Rika Fujimaru slowly put away the card array in front of her, put them back in the box, and slid them back down the table to Digris, "I don't boast about it, I'm a good part of the plan as a whole, and that's why the emperor thinks that if I am released, I need to-"

She poked Coetze's legnail with the end of her scepter again:

"—even including a headache-inducing primordial body, this is an absolutely overdose of security."

"Hmph." With his elbows propped up on the table and his face propped up with his palms, Koz looked dissatisfiedly in a different direction.

Kiriman stared suspiciously at his brother across the round table. There is no other, but the words "Coetze" and "security" are linked...... Belch...... He really couldn't imagine it.

"So what are you looking at me for?" Sensing the sight, Koz turned back dissatisfied, "I'm not the only one in charge of her safety. ”

"yes, for the most part, you're just making trouble." Fujimaru Rika commented coolly.

The words made Coates turn his head, straighten up dangerously, assess her in a similar manner, and then quickly reach out his hand—

- Gently lifted Fujimaru Rika off the chair with one finger.

Before the hearts of all those present who saw this scene really hung in the air, they fell into tears and laughter at the gloating laughter of Conrad Cotz and the whining of Fujimaru Tachi's anxious whining.

The little girl who got up again was obviously not tall, and when she stood up straight, only half of her ginger red head was exposed on the edge of the large round table. She hatefully picked up the cushion from her chair and tried to throw it at Coetze's face, but the latter was rightfully blocked. In the end, she could only puff up, "It was a mistake for me to decide to sit next to you in the first place!" Then she took the rest of the cushion and went around the small half of the table, and chose a chair that was some distance from both of them, and re-erected her seat on it.

Killiman just felt that he was now perfectly receptive to this kind of show. He had just read a 2,433-page document that was like a fairy tale, and he felt that nothing could get past it.

But Kotz spoke again: "When are you going to make the Imperial Regent realize that you are not here to tell him what the Chaldees do?" ”

This sentence made him barely brace his spirits, and looked at Rika Fujimaru, who had relocated to his new position, but was obviously a cut shorter than his previous sitting height. The expression on the latter's face was a little weak:

"You see, our route was originally from the Ghoul Stars all the way to Baal, but we didn't need to go through the Extreme Star Field. We may be around here because of a coincidence, but ......"

She thought about it for a moment, and simply skipped the long list of ambiguous storylines in the middle, and went straight to the conclusion:

"It was the Emperor who sent me the Star Language, and we came over." She said simply.

Mi (none)

(End of chapter)