“Huh?” Gray Wind looked at him in confusion.

“Nothing. I mean that the path of mechanical ascension is indeed profitable, but the population of the Far East is too large and they are all illiterate. Universal canning is a big project, but the huge investment will not bring any benefits in the short term.” Russell changed his words and said, “The high-dimensional invasion has already begun. I don’t have time to wait for you to train a synthetic leader. Distant water cannot quench immediate thirst.”

Gray Wind’s eyebrows, which had been raised high in excitement, suddenly drooped down: “What should we do? Should we mass-produce AI-controlled automatic fleets and send them into war?”

“That’s not the case, but the potential risk of enslaving advanced AI is also a problem.” Russell touched Gray Wind’s head and said, “We don’t have people, but the Empire does.”

“Huh?” Huifeng’s eyes lit up.

“We have more ships than people, but the human empire has fewer ships than people. Not only ships, but all their weapons are insufficient.” Russell smiled at her and ordered: “Contact the imperial star region near the Baal star system as soon as possible. They should have been attacked by the Boundary Breakers and are in urgent need of support.”

“The first batch of ships at the giant shipyard will be completed soon. I think I can negotiate a new business with them.”

“Got it, Marshal!” Gray Wind left happily.

Looking at her back as she skipped away, Russell’s mouth curled up slightly. He knew why Grey Wind was so happy.

Russell’s approach is actually very simple and not very clever.

His current situation is actually similar to that of the Ark Eldar, and even the choices he made are similar. The business that Russell wants to do with the governors of various star regions is also simple and clear, and can be explained in one sentence:

The Star Missiles provided the Empire with a large number of cheap ships and weapons, while the Empire fought to the death with the Boundary Breakers with its own lives.

The Far East Star Region is currently in ruins and cannot support a large-scale war, but the Human Empire can. This ancient regime, which has survived thousands of years of suffering, is huge and corrupt, but it is enough to shelter from the wind and rain. Facing the invasion of the higher dimension, Russell chose to put the empire in the front to buy himself a chance to develop.

The imperial bureaucrats are certainly not fools, they are very shrewd, but when faced with a natural disaster, they have no choice.

Huifeng is naturally very smart. When negotiating business, of course he needs to show his bargaining chips that will attract the other party.

After leaving the Seekers star base, Grey Wind immediately went to Faya and quickly collected a batch of arms that matched the combat style of the human empire from the Order of Truth and the forge world Musbell, including:

Power swords of varying specifications with hilts equipped with decomposition force fields;

A set of “Tianfu” type Terminator armor;

……

A modified “Peregrine” hoverbike;

…Russell had Grey Wind add the hoverbikes to the shipment because he had just received information from the 10th Expeditionary Fleet:

A company of the White Scars Regiment happened to be carrying out a mission in a star region near the Baal system. Baal’s sudden loss of contact attracted the attention of the company, and they planned to go to check on Baal’s situation after completing the mission at hand.

“The design of the Peregrine Hoverbike is derived from the ‘Raptor’ jetbikes used by the Eldar and Ranger Battalion of the Fordlan Ark. The performance of this new type of hoverbike is far ahead of any ground and flying vehicles currently in the Imperium of Mankind. Its speed can only be controlled by relying on the extreme reaction speed of the Eldar. Even the superhuman Astartes are very likely to get into an accident while riding a Peregrine Bike.”

Gray Wind was puzzled. “Why did the Marshal include the Peregrine Spray Motorcycle in the military sales list? The human empire does not have Eldar soldiers. If an Astartes were to drive one, there would be an accident…”

“White Scars aren’t afraid of accidents,” Russell smiled.

“Oh…” Huifeng nodded, not quite understanding.

Grey Wind loaded the collected arms into ships in batches, and piloted 14 small frigates fully loaded with arms through the L-gate and arrived at the Critical Base System.

Each ship has a medium-sized armed force to ensure the safety of the diplomats on board, but it is still too weak compared to the expeditionary fleet. Therefore, Grey Wind did not send the already valuable Brothers of Truth on this dangerous mission, but instead selected personnel from the existing management level in each hive.

“I don’t know how many of these 14 ships can reach their destination alive.” Russell sighed as he watched the small frigate loaded with cargo slowly approaching the slingshot in the center of the galaxy.

The slingshot’s ejection has a certain degree of randomness and it is always impossible to reach the destination accurately. If a ship is ejected into a galaxy that has been anchored by a dimension breaker, there is no return.

However, no matter how great the risk is, someone has to go. These 14 frigates are just the first batch. When the first batch of warships are shipped out of the giant shipyard, there will be a large number of mighty fleets launched into the starry sky.

War and sacrifice have always been the main themes of this galaxy.

“It is our destiny to sacrifice for the continuation of the human race…” In front of the porthole of Transport Ship No. 4, a blonde woman in a black gauze dress folded her hands, her sapphire blue eyes staring at the pulsar imprisoned by the quantum slingshot in front of her.

Henriette Farner, Baroness of the Hive World of Farner, was one of the people chosen by Grey Wind to join the first trade fleet as a diplomatic envoy.

Grey Wind only looked at ability when selecting people, and did not care that Henriette was actually a pampered young lady who had been raised in seclusion and had never traveled far.

She also didn’t care about the huge amount of information that was temporarily instilled, such as the slingshot, the threat of the Boundary Breakers, the cooperative relationship between the Star Shooters and the Empire… and what kind of impact it would have on the worldview of these temporarily appointed diplomats. All of this needed to be digested slowly along the way.

Russell naturally didn’t understand the stories in the hearts of individual diplomats. They stood too high and could no longer see the hearts of ordinary people.

Of course, the main reason is that there is really no choice.

As the energy coverage radius of the slingshot approached, Henriette hurried back to her cabin, holding up the hem of her skirt. She closed her eyes and, with the help of the implant, recalled the many instructions she had received before leaving, as well as the aristocratic etiquette that had been instilled in her.

Outside the hull, a blue-white light flashed.

Chapter 205 Nesaro

After seeing off the first batch of transport fleets, Russell returned to the Tranquility Black Domain Space Station.

The fully online giant dock was working non-stop to build ships at the edge of the black hole’s event horizon. In addition to inspecting the progress of the project, Russell also took the time to discuss and draw up a future arms sales list to the Human Empire with the Anti-Entropy Host.

Russell sat at the table and picked up a glass of water. He said in a distressed tone, “Anti-Entropy, do you think the warships we sell to the human empire should be equipped with jump engines or warp engines?”

“I think neither should be equipped.” The mechanical angel kneeling on the other side of the table answered without hesitation.

Gray Wind, who was sitting next to Russell, blinked: “Why?”

Russell did not speak, so the mechanical angel continued: “The two engines of jump and warp are powerful technologies that can achieve superluminal speed in the physical universe without relying on the subspace. This is of extraordinary importance to the human empire.

For our own benefit, we should not allow such technology to spread on a large scale, as that would greatly reduce the importance of the L-Gate and threaten the Administrator’s monopoly on physical superluminal technology.”

Although the Necrons also possess physical superluminal technologies such as “inertia-free engine” and “wormhole capture”, it is obviously impossible for them to provide help to humans like Russell did.

“Marshal, what Anti-Entropy said makes sense.” Grey Wind turned his head and looked at Russell.

“That’s right in theory, but don’t forget why we provided military assistance to the Empire in the first place.” Russell sighed, “I hope to make the Empire a barrier between us and the Boundary Breakers. If we want to fight the Boundary Breakers, stable superluminal communications and navigation channels are almost necessary.”

Gray Wind nodded. “Yes, the high-dimensional ships of the Worldbreakers are equipped with psychic jump engines. Their maneuverability far exceeds that of the Imperial warships that can only rely on the warp for unstable navigation…”

If the Boundary Breakers with the ability of psychic leap are nimble birds, then the fleets of the Human Empire are like snails crawling on a wire net.

They only provide the Human Empire with conventional warships without jump or warp engines. Such symbolic assistance cannot change the fact that the Human Empire is powerless against the Boundary Breakers, and can only slightly delay the expansion of the high-dimensional invasion.

“Then, what about using Tianji Engineering?”

Gray Wind thought of another idea: “We can use the ‘Heavenly Secret Project’ to encrypt the genetic code of the core components of the jump engine and the biological warp engine to prevent others from deriving these two technologies through reverse engineering.”

That’s a good idea… I’ve thought about it as well.

Russell drank the water in the cup in one gulp and handed the empty cup to Gray Wind: “It’s a good idea. Tianji Engineering can firmly control the manufacturing capacity of superluminal ships in our hands, but… we may not be able to control the production of warships next.”

Huifeng was a little frustrated: “Why is this happening…”

Russell was also somewhat helpless: “The last high-dimensional invasion was blocked by the Awakening Empire just as it began, so you may not realize the true horror of the high-dimensional invaders.”

After a moment of silence, Russell continued, “The ‘Boundary Breaker’ is actually just one type of alien life, or the vanguard. If we don’t find and destroy the alien portal of the Boundary Breaker as soon as possible, more and more invaders will come from higher dimensions.”

“By then, high-dimensional beings called ‘Apostates’ and ‘Fanatics’ will open dimensional rifts one after another and come here. By then, the high-dimensional invasion will be truly uncontrollable.”

That’s why Russell said that he might not be able to control the production of warships.

There will be more and more invaders, and the empire’s demand for warships and arms will become greater and greater. With the giant shipyards working at full capacity, it will not be a problem to build a huge fleet of hundreds of thousands of people, but quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes.

“When we sell enough FTL warships, it won’t matter whether we have a monopoly on FTL technology. The impact has already spread.” Russell took the full water cup from the gray man and took a sip. “It’s helpless, but we don’t have any better solution.”

If you don’t give, it won’t be enough, and if you give too much, it will be even worse. Thinking about this, it seems that I have fallen into a dead end.

Russell and Grey Wind were both somewhat helpless and frustrated, while Anti-Entropy was still the same as before. The three of them discussed for a while, but ultimately failed to come up with a better solution.

You want the human empire to bear the natural disasters, but you don’t want to provide people with superluminal ships. There is no such good thing in the world.

“Forget it, let’s follow Gray Wind’s idea.” Russell sighed and gave up: “Anti-Entropy, I will let Coronie cooperate with you. The ships supplied to the human empire will mainly be equipped with warp engines, and a small number of them will be equipped with jump engines, encrypted with Tianji Engineering.”

“Understood.” The mechanical angel bowed slightly to show that he understood, then turned and left.

The depressed Russell hugged Huifeng into his arms and rubbed him hard, making him mad.

Hui Feng pressed his flushed face against his chest, panting as he said, “In fact, it would be best if we could find the coordinates of the portal as soon as possible, and then deploy a large number of troops to destroy it once and for all, so that there wouldn’t be so many troubles later.”

It can also recycle the Warlock of Other Dimensions.

“I thought so too, but I always feel that the next action will not be so smooth.” Russell sighed.

After Tzeentch and Khorne were defeated successively, the Chaos God did not have the courage to confront him head-on, but he did have the courage to cause trouble in secret – and it was very big.

In the Far East Star Region of the 40th millennium, the rulers huddled together and sighed at the corrupt situation, but the people under them saw a different picture.

The Elincia star sector is located in the northern star belt of the Far East star field, close to the Nightmare Void.

Due to the collapse of the Lost Dream Nebula, the Elinthia sector once lost its direct communication channel with the Eusbornis sector. Several important agricultural worlds also fell under the attack of the greenskins, triggering a famine that affected the entire sector. Even the situation of the capital planet “Aishalin” was extremely difficult. The planet’s population of 280 billion shrank to less than 15 billion in 200 years.

The short single digit written by the clerk was so heavy that the entire planet could not bear it.

After the Terra Expeditionary Force set out, the predatory aliens and chaos completely lost control, the situation quickly deteriorated to the extreme, and the Elincia star zone fell into the purgatory of war.

Hundreds of millions of the empire’s civilians groaned and died under the ravages of war, but this was actually a happier outcome.

Even more people were kept as livestock by the greenskins, used as feed to feed Squiggs and farts; the dark elves fished in troubled waters at the bottom of the hives on the edge of the battlefield, and captured a large number of civilians to use as toys for torture and entertainment. That was a hell more terrifying than death…

Whenever they recall the fear they felt at that time, ordinary workers on Aishalin feel that their current life is a dream.

Nesaro is such a lucky worker.

Nesaro is 22 years old this year. He has no special identity. He is just an ordinary thief born in the lower level of the Aishalin Hive.

Children like him who were born in the lower nest would always learn various petty theft skills before the age of 8, and then hone their skills to perfection around the age of 11. Why? Because children who failed to do this would either starve to death because they could not steal anything, or be beaten to death after their theft was exposed.

Nesaro’s stealing skills were above average among his peers. He wouldn’t starve to death, but he couldn’t fill his stomach either. In his childhood memories, the omnipresent feeling of hunger always accompanied him like a ghost, following him wherever he went.

When the war broke out and the aliens invaded, Nesaro thought that he might be able to escape by hiding in the hive sewers with his small body, but he was proved wrong.

No matter how sophisticated his methods, how skilled his skills, or how covert his escape route, it was all like a joke to the bloodthirsty Dark Eldar.

Nesaro forgot how the long barbed whip wielded by the Eldar pierced his thigh and came out of his chest; he also forgot whether he still had intact limbs when he was dragged out of the sewer.

He only remembered that when he woke up from the nightmare, the wounds on his body had disappeared, and countless hideous insect-like aliens were roaming back and forth on the ruins, gnawing on the corpses, as if it were another nightmare.

Fortunately, both dreams have ended.

Nesaro washed his face with clear cold water to cheer himself up, then hurried out with his bag.

Today is Monday and the company’s free breakfast includes two yogurts.

207. Disclaimer

Disclaimer

I believe you can all find that since the progress of this book began to enter the main body of the galaxy, the plot has become more and more boring and uninteresting, with no taste in sight and no substance to be discarded.

In fact, not only the readers are bored, I am also exhausted from writing.