In the warhammer universe, it was the cursed Iron Men—artificial intelligence—that kicked humanity off its throne as galactic overlords.
For this reason, the Adeptus Mechanicus, as a technological religion that rose during humanity's Dark Age, naturally prohibited the research of "artificial intelligence" within its ranks, giving birth to the crimson accords.
This was one of the foundational doctrines of the Adeptus Mechanicus, which emerged from the fires of the Old Night.
The accord was very simple: forever, absolutely forbid the creation of any abominable, soulless machines, also known as Silicon-Amni-Silicon constructs.
The doctrine was also incredibly simple, and the consequences for daring to defy it were equally simple: death penalty.
Whether you successfully built one, or even just had the thought of building such a machine, or merely purified Amni-Silicon or traded in these cursed constructs.
What awaited you was: the death penalty!
However, and here's the 'but', the more something is forbidden, the greater its power and effectiveness, otherwise it wouldn't be said: when the Iron Men rebel, humanity is finished.
While this statement isn't entirely accurate, the Iron Men at least shattered humanity's backbone, leaving humanity paralyzed, which led to all subsequent events.
To tell a group of Tech-priest who believe in "science and technology" not to touch "artificial intelligence" is more painful than killing them; besides, aren't "prohibitions" meant to be violated and skirted?
Moreover, didn't the people who wrote this accord know what kind of individuals they were dealing with under their command? And if human technology were to completely abandon techniques related to artificial intelligence, it simply wouldn't function. So, in this accord prohibiting research into "artificial intelligence," the ancestors of the Tech-priest played a trick:
The accord permits the synthesis of synthetic life with limited intelligence for righteous purposes, and these creations are not only unrestricted but considered sacred.
Highlight: "synthetic life"!
Question: What do the Tech-priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus "believe" is inside a machine?
Answer: The machine spirit—the machine's soul.
So, "body" + "soul" = ?
"Life"—the life of a machine (inorganic).
Then what is humanity?
Answer: Life (organic)!
Life (organic) + Life (inorganic) = synthetic life!
Do you now understand why in the warhammer universe, humans turn humans into: Servitors, Cognitors (human-brain computers), and various human-made "wetware"?
The main culprit behind all of this is the Adeptus Mechanicus, which controls almost all of the Imperium's machinery and armaments production!
Since their ancestors were like this, it's no surprise that their descendants are adept at skirting the red line.
Thus, the cybernetica cohorts were born, treading the red line; you could call them "monkey-model Iron Men."
"synthetic life with limited intelligence for righteous purposes" refers to them—autonomous castellan robots with "bioplastic simple brains" and "bionic neural networks" that can think and act on their own.
They are absolutely not Iron Men!
—Serious face · Tech-priest
However, later, after the Emperor "conquered" Mars and became the Omnissiah, another patch was added to the crimson accords: strictly forbidden to create machines capable of autonomous thought!
This patch also led to the master of the cybernetica cohorts, Gangra Ray, directly siding with Horus when Horus rebelled, and stepping on the gas to cross the red line of the crimson accords.
After the failure of the Horus Heresy, the fate of the cybernetica cohorts was predictable.
But, and here's the 'but' again, the Tech-priest then pulled out—the Tech-Guard—a monkey-model cybernetica…
The Imperium knows nothing of the crimson accords!
—Serious face · Tech-priest
Of course, after the loyalist Tech-priest established the Adeptus Mechanicus and took control of Mars, the Tech-Guard were severely suppressed and restrained.
Technically, the Adeptus Mechanicus believed that the intelligent core system of the bionic brain, originally made of bioplastics, and its accompanying neural system were too radical. This technology undoubtedly gave the Tech-Guard too much autonomy. Lessons learned from the Horus Heresy led the Adeptus Mechanicus to believe that future Tech-Guard needed to be completely controlled.
So, the Adeptus Mechanicus, as always, planned to replace it through technical means, and the ultimate means of replacement was: the doctrinal chip.
The doctrinal chip—this chip, not much larger than an Emperor's Tarot card, was the new generation of integrated Tech-Guard wetware. This completely controlled new type of Tech-Guard wetware was designed so that each chip only had corresponding encoding for a single type of behavior pattern.
(If it's for shooting, it only shoots; if too close, it takes a few steps back to create distance before shooting.)
The independently compiled separate software and hardware forms greatly limited the overall intelligence level of the robots, but largely retained their intelligent combat capabilities under various independent mode chips.
(Commonly known as: single-minded artificial stupidity.)
These chips also made the Tech-Guard's intelligence highly dependent on their controller. It can be said that doctrinal chips solved problems that previously required bioplastic electronic bionic brains, in a simpler and more reliable way. Although the intelligence level was insufficient, they were more reliable.
(Five parts of the brain, go buy melon seeds for the silly one!)
To further prevent problems, the Adeptus Mechanicus restricted each Tech-Guard to equip only one doctrinal chip at a time, and replacement had to be manual; and changing and adjusting chips naturally required a person, a role that could also serve to control the Tech-Guard, meeting the requirement of strengthening Tech-Guard control in the previous reorganization plan. Thus, the Magos specifically assigned the combat Priest profession to the Tech-Guard: Tech-Guard Data-Smith.
(Manual card insertion, battlefield programming, call me "42K Field Programmer".)
After establishing new technologies and reorganization plans, the Tech-Guard also underwent formal reorganization after the Great Purge era; the vast Tech-Guard, which once easily crushed countless xenos empires, were eventually continuously split and reorganized, finally being broken down into various small parts belonging to various Forge Worlds, constantly divided and controlled by the complex loyalty system of the Adeptus Mechanicus.
Having said all that, everyone should understand why castellan robots are controlled items.
This is also why Magos Lauster would not let Gamma touch his castellan robots no matter what. Although they are now "monkey-model of monkey-model," the hardware is still there, and among the Tech-priest, there is never a shortage of "ingenious" talents, not to mention Gamma, that "eccentric genius."
Magos Lauster had no doubt that if he handed the castellan robots to Gamma today, when he saw them again, they would be able to call him "Dad" and even perform a dance to wish him a long life.
But Magos Lauster guarded against it day and night, yet ultimately failed to prevent it; the castellan robots still fell into Gamma's hands.
Speaking of which, I must share a few examples of the Tech-priest' cunning operations to illustrate that Magos Lauster's concerns were not unfounded. One could say that some Tech-priest are exceptionally gifted at treading the red line.
It is said that during the Great Crusade, after a human female had to have part of her brain removed due to being infested by Psycho-Spore bees, she was taken by Adeptus Mechanicus personnel and transformed into Ena Mesos, a forbidden and unique machine spirit, using bio-electronic hybrid computing. This was an extremely cunning trick: if you say she thinks using electronic circuits, she can say it's based on her biological part; if you say she thinks autonomously, she can say it's a pre-programmed response under the electronic part's code.
I heard that Archmagos Cawl later learned this trick and added psychic elements to create a machine named: Degraded Cawl or Degraded Guilliman. This machine is now serving Regent Guilliman.
Who said this is artificial intelligence! This is slander!
—Belisarius Cawl
Who said I am artificial intelligence! This is slander!
—Degraded Cawl
As mentioned earlier, the reason "wetware" is used as processors, besides the crimson accords not allowing the creation of thinking silicon-based chips, is also because it's cheap—after all, the Imperium has the most people.
So, if "wetware" was a thinking living person before modification, is it strange for it to think after modification?
—Smiling face · Tech-priest
The Emperor said: Machines that think or perform like humans.
Yes, Your Majesty, mine imitates a beast, not a human.
—Serious face · Tech-priest
What! You saw that four-thousand-year-old Titan move on its own!?
—Shocked face · Tech-priest
Praise the Omnissiah, this must be a miracle under the glory of the omnissiah! How many generations of Princeps' heroic souls are integrated within it, occasionally awakening under the omnissiah's blessing, isn't that perfectly reasonable!
—Pious face · Tech-priest
It is precisely because of the existence of these talents within the Adeptus Mechanicus that the Imperium and the Inquisition have never relaxed their vigilance against "artificial intelligence" within the Adeptus Mechanicus.
At the same time, because the Adeptus Mechanicus dominates the Adeptus Mechanicus, Mars Headquarters has also never relaxed its scrutiny of "artificial intelligence."
You can presumptuously dance back and forth on the red line, but once evidence is found that you've crossed it, you will have no chance to defend yourself. They won't hesitate to "kill the chicken to scare the monkeys" with any Tech-Priest who jumps around too much.
Tell the Imperium: Look, this is an isolated case, most of us are good comrades.
Tell the Priests: Hide well and don't let others find out; I, your boss, will not protect you.
Given this situation, how could Magos Lauster dare to let Gamma touch the castellan robots? This thing is a "succubus" that tempts Tech-priest to cross the red line, and he himself has one, so how could he not know…
(Hmm! ━ Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||)━)
So, when Magos Lauster returned and found Gamma circling the "castellan robots," how exhausted he felt…
"Do you understand everything I said?!" Magos Lauster said with a stern expression to Gamma, who was bowing his head, pretending to be an obedient child.
"Understood…" Gamma replied honestly.
"From now on, you will regularly report the repair status of the castellan robots to me. Don't think about hiding anything from me; I will check regularly!"
Weak, helpless, and pitiful Gamma said, "Yes, Magos…"
After Magos Lauster sternly warned Gamma, he understood one thing: it was best to be well-behaved while still under someone else's watchful eye.
However, he didn't hold any grudges against Magos Lauster because of this; one must be able to distinguish between good and bad intentions, and he wasn't deaf to Magos Lauster's concern and worry.
But he was puzzled as to when his image in Magos Lauster's mind had transformed into a troublemaking "little Tech-Priest"; he felt he was timid enough and honest enough.
The repair of these two severely "battle-damaged" castellan robots was no small amount of work. He was also the "head" of over a hundred thousand people and had too many things to be busy with. The castellan robots were already in his hands; if he had time, he would fix them; if not, he would put them aside, as they wouldn't run away.
Moreover, there was still a war going on outside. If he, alone, were to repair the two castellan robots without spare parts and then travel around with them, the other Magos here wouldn't protect Gamma like Magos Lauster. They would likely use various unscrupulous methods to uncover Gamma's "secret."
This incident also gave Gamma a reminder: he needed to find a plausible explanation for the technical knowledge he had gained through his "cheat."
Although the weapons and equipment on him had long been exposed to others, these could still be explained. After all, they were all repaired from broken ones, so he could be called a genius, talented. As long as no one saw him fabricate them from scratch, no one would believe him even if he claimed to have dug out and thoroughly understood the roots of these technologies.
Currently, there was an excuse that could explain his future exposure of these technologies: the storage devices in his and Leia's hands. The technical reserves of the two Magos and numerous Priests were enough to cover for him.
So, in the following days, Gamma spent his free time after arranging the settlement's affairs deciphering the knowledge in the storage devices. Rather than deciphering, it was more like Gamma just stared at them, and the knowledge would pry open his skull and drill into his brain.
Gamma intentionally let the fact that he was a "super genius" spread, so he systematically and plannedly shared the acquired technical knowledge with Leia, Louis, and others. This caused those who were fully immersed but hadn't even extracted a single word to frequently utter blasphemies, shouting: "Omnissiah is unfair!"
Gamma: Heh, you dare question the Emperor's gender.
(The Emperor: Hmm?)
Since he wanted to spread Gamma's "talent," it couldn't be limited to just Leia and a few others. So, the second thing Gamma did was to go underground whenever he had free time, and whenever he encountered a Magos, he would ask them to help him check if his deciphering was correct. For such a freebie, no Tech-Priest could refuse. After a few back-and-forths, with Gamma also offering his insights, the name "super genius" quickly spread.
Several Magos now praised Gamma as soon as they saw him, saying that a spiritual aura burst uncontrollably from his skull. Their words, both direct and indirect, hinted for him to quickly kick out the "unappreciative talent" Lauster and join them. At such times, Gamma would feign ignorance; he didn't trust these Magos at all.
Magos Lauster: You've all been fooled by this kid. If you take him in, you'll just be waiting for the day Mars implicates you.
Besides deciphering knowledge and spreading his reputation, Gamma also took time to compile the basic knowledge of "physics, chemistry, and mathematics" from his previous life's textbooks into teaching materials to lay a foundation for the students in the school. At the same time, he used some of his leftover technical scraps to exchange for idle Priests to teach the apprentices, allowing them to continue their path as Priests.
Because he had secured a large amount of food, the settlement's supplies no longer needed to be as carefully budgeted as before. Gamma also increased the workers' supply quotas, restored a small portion of factories to produce daily necessities and civilian goods, and organized personnel to begin collecting abandoned or forgotten weapons, materials, and wandering workers from outside. However, these external wandering slave laborers had to be quarantined and checked for mutations and cult markings. Only after confirming no issues could they be released to interact with the people in the settlement.
This series of measures earned Gamma immense prestige in the settlement. Now, whenever he went out, people would kneel to him, and some workers even directly called him "Omnissiah." While the former made him quite embarrassed, the latter truly frightened him. Such an act of establishing a faction within the Adeptus Mechanicus was no different from seeking death.
Gamma had no choice but to select a few devout believers from among the workers to lead others in studying the doctrines of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and he strictly forbade them from calling him "Omnissiah."
Now, Gamma's daily work had an additional task: maintaining communication with both the Temple and the Archmagos. This communication channel was originally in Magos Lauster's hands, but now the Magos had given it to him.
Why would Gamma send them messages? That requires explaining the current relationship between the settlement and the warring factions.
After Gamma's plan succeeded, he immediately sent both sides the story and video evidence of the Temple Magos actively attacking the Forging Priest, and after killing the Forging Priest, dying in the opponent's self-detonation.
He also expressed, with great loyalty and bluntness, that he and his fellow Priests were their loyal lackeys. However, currently, various worker-organized armed groups were clashing throughout the settlement, and the number of Priests was truly insignificant compared to the number of workers; they were merely being swept along. He hoped their leaders, seeing their loyalty, would quickly send troops for rescue.
Gamma didn't know if the other side believed him, but he certainly believed himself.
Whenever the other side told them to join the battle, they would say there was a riot in the settlement and request support. No matter how stern the replies from both sides were, he would say: "I'm loyal, boss, don't talk nonsense. No matter what you say, I'm loyal."
After several rounds of bickering, both sides' attitude towards the settlement was now: as long as they don't join the other side, it's fine. They truly had no way to deal with this troublesome, stubborn settlement, because the Temple's general offensive had begun!
So now, Gamma and his people have a superficial subordinate relationship with both sides, who are almost seeing red on the battlefield, and they can communicate with both. One of Gamma's daily tasks is to express loyalty to both sides every now and then.
"Ed, what will they do to us after they finish fighting?" Gamma, who had just finished expressing his loyalty today, asked, rubbing his chin.
Ed shrugged and said, "At worst, we'll just leave this planet."
"Exactly, the galaxy is so vast, there's nowhere we can't achieve something great," Jacob said, uttering words unlike what he would normally say.
The current Jacob was no longer the Jacob who had kowtowed for decades and almost resigned himself to fate. He was now the Jacob who would become a Magos in the future.
Gamma's few "old partners," except Leia, now had vastly different mindsets than before. Knowledge was the confidence of Tech-priest, and now they were all full of confidence.
Gamma: "Sigh…"
Louis, who was helping to organize documents, saw Gamma sigh and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Gamma? Why are you suddenly sighing?"
"I was thinking we could just leave, but these workers…"
Louis said, "Don't worry, no one will make things difficult for them. Whoever wins will need them to resume production."
Gamma looked up at the ceiling and muttered to himself, "How can someone who has seen the light be willing to return to the darkness…"
The few people who heard Gamma's words remained silent; they all understood what Gamma meant.
"I suddenly regretted letting them…" Gamma's expression was complicated, and he didn't continue speaking.
Paul, however, spoke up at this moment: "Boss, no one blames you for this. On the contrary, everyone is grateful to you. They are not foolish; they know exactly what the past was like and what the future will be like. We, who have lived here for generations, understand it clearly. So, boss, don't be like this! This is my request to you on behalf of everyone living here!"
Gamma looked at the sincere Paul, recalling the faces in his memory that had thanked him. The stone in his heart grew bigger and heavier.
He knew very well that the underlying color of this universe was madness! It was pain! It was hardship! It was cruelty! But with those four conceptual Chaos Gods, what could he do! In the end, everything was but a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water. Even if he had a "cheat," could he be stronger than the Emperor?
(The Emperor: Stand up! You sissy!)
He even had to meticulously arrange his own death! How could he have… um… wait…
Gamma: I'm already prepared to be ground to dust and have my soul scattered, so what am I afraid of! Sure enough, the most deadly thing is overthinking. I absolutely cannot have mental exhaustion. The saying "overthinking breeds heresy" truly doesn't deceive me.
Gamma, having emerged from mental exhaustion, immediately perked up. Paul thought his words had worked and wanted to continue saying a few words of thanks to Gamma, but Gamma didn't give him the chance.
"Paul, go tell the people in charge to come see me. I also want to ask for the workers' opinions."
"Okay, boss, you…"
"Heh, as if no one else has guns and cannons. Why do we have to leave? When they finish fighting, they might not even have as many people as we do."
"Gamma, you're thinking of…" Jacob looked at Gamma with a bit of horror, thinking Gamma wanted to be a fisherman again.
Gamma waved his hand, interrupting Jacob, and said, "It's not what you think. I'm very clear that the power gap between us and them cannot be smoothed out by numbers alone."
Then he paused and looked at Leia and the others, who were also quite frightened, and said:
"But we can expose our true strength here in the final stages of the war. They will definitely try their best to win us over for a greater chance of victory. We won't actively make demands; they will offer us a price themselves."
Leia, Ed, Louis, Jacob, and Paul listened to Gamma's words thoughtfully.
"So, I'm having the worker representatives come over to ask for their opinions, to see if they are willing to fight for a better life in the future. It definitely won't be possible without paying a price in blood!"
Jacob and the others found that every time they thought they understood Gamma enough, Gamma would break their existing perception of him again and again.
They had seen a mischievous Gamma, a shrewd and capable Gamma, a cunning Gamma, and a gifted Gamma. This time, they saw an iron-blooded leader Gamma, an Gamma who could use his life as a bargaining chip.
But the world! It always manages to kick you in the nuts when and where you least expect it.
While Gamma was still waiting for a few worker representatives to arrive for a meeting, wanting to ask them what they thought of him, bad news came from the "Underground Circle"—Greenskins had been discovered.
Who understands the feeling of having your resolve and ideas shattered by reality?
Gamma had only one thought in his head: he was going to fight the Greenskins with bayonets! Even if Omnissiah came today, it wouldn't save them!
"Where are the Greenskins? Come out and fight me for three hundred rounds!" Gamma, who had driven his mech all the way to the underground, jumped up and shouted.
"Which Greenskin can hear you shouting in the outpost?"
...
Gamma: Hmph, Magos Lauster, you're really annoying!
Of course, no Greenskins could hear him in the outpost. If there were Greenskins there, they would surely gleefully find a stick and roast "Cowardly Little Brat Gamma" from his backside.
Gamma was in an even worse mood now. He felt that Magos Lauster didn't give him any face in front of so many people in the outpost. He was now the leader of the third "largest" force on the entire Thedan. It wasn't an exaggeration to call him one of the "Thedan Three Giants"... right?
Alas! When people are down on their luck, even drinking cold water can choke them. The more annoyed you are, the more annoying things happen.
Seeing that the Magos ignored him, Gamma pretended that nothing had happened and shamelessly moved closer to the holographic platform next to Magos Lauster.
Good news: a small Greenskin clan of a thousand or so Greenskins, judging by their equipment, was similar to a primitive tribe. Their weapons were all stone spears and animal bones, which Gamma could easily crush.
Bad news: these things are Greenskins!!!!!
Orks are biological weapons created by the former dominant species, the "Old Ones," during their war with the Necrons and C'tan, for use in the War in Heaven.
The "Old Ones" designed the Ork genetic structure to be composed of a plant helix and an animal helix, which gives them tough green skin that can photosynthesize, and most importantly, asexual reproduction, while also allowing them to think and act freely like animals.
The "Old Ones" gave the Greenskins strong physiques and incredible vitality, allowing them to withstand massive damage.
Even injuries that would be considered very severe for humans only cause a little pain to Orks, allowing them to continue fighting when severely wounded, and even fire their weapons for a short time after their hearts stop beating.
Even more incredibly, if an Ork is beheaded, its head can be sewn onto another body, and it will survive and fight again.
The biological weapons designed by the "Old Ones" are, of course, far more complex than what has been described above. If that were all, the Greenskins would not have become one of the "Scourges" of the real universe.
In the War in Heaven, to ensure that the Orks, as "weapons," served their intended purpose, the "Old Ones" genetically engineered their DNA to include "tech-genes"—a vast amount of engineering technology recorded in their genetic code.
This gene releases genetically encoded knowledge when the Orks are stimulated externally, allowing them to unlock corresponding technology based on the enemies they face, from cold weapons to starships.
The "Old Ones" considered that technology is often limited by materials, so they also gave the Greenskins a "WAAAGH! Field," an extremely idealistic power. Within this psychic field, the Orks' thoughts can, to a certain extent, warp objective reality.
This ability allows the Greenskins to function smoothly as long as they believe something can be used for fighting. Even the most inconspicuous piece of scrap metal (provided it's enough to be considered a weapon by them) can become a deadly tool that other races find unbelievable.
This ability also allows that when a particular individual among the Greenskins is considered by other Orks to be stronger, bigger, or more "WAAAGH!," that Ork will truly become stronger, bigger, and more "WAAAGH!" than before.
This ability can even affect other races in the galaxy, the most famous example being the Imperium of Man's legendary Political Commissar—Sebastian Yarrick.
Imperium of Man Inquisition warning:
Any discussion regarding why the elderly Political Commissar Yarrick can wield an oversized Power Klaw that only Space Marine can lift with one hand, while simultaneously operating a Storm Bolter that only Space Marine can use with the other, and why his bionic eye can fire lasers, will be considered heresy! Do not ponder!!!!!
The outcome of the War in Heaven was clear: the Necrons and C'tan won, the Old Ones vanished, and their presence was never seen in the galaxy again. But the Greenskins they created remained, spreading throughout the galaxy as unrestrained weapons.
These are the Greenskins. With such an enemy, who wouldn't have a headache? Gamma was having a huge headache right now.
Fight them? If a few Greenskins escape and aren't annihilated in one go, the next time they meet, it will be gun against gun, cannon against cannon. And no one can say there's only one Greenskin nest; currently, only one has been discovered.
Don't fight them? It probably won't be long before these Greenskins come knocking on their own. Hiding is useless; Greenskins will 'think' for themselves. For them, the meaning of existence is "WAAAGH!"
"WAAAGH!" for the Greenskins represents war, fighting, exhilaration, and all the positive effects they can gain from war.
Greenskins wake up every day thinking about how to "WAAAGH!" and where there's a bigger "WAAAGH!" Don't worry about them not being able to think of it; as long as they think hard enough, their "I Think Therefore I Am" (WAAAGH! Field) will lead them to the "WAAAGH!" they desire.
Should he offer himself up? Or wait at home to receive guests? Gamma had a sense of déjà vu, like being forced by reality into a life of ill repute.
Finally, Gamma couldn't hold back and asked, "Magos Lauster, have you decided how to deal with these Greenskins?"
"Wait a moment, we need to observe if there are any other Greenskin tribes around the ruins," Magos Lauster replied.
Gamma: Hmm! How little do you consider me a "cadre"? You didn't even tell me about such a big discovery as the ruins!
Gamma (ꐦ Ò ‸ Ó ) I'm watching...
Magos ─=≡Σ(((つ•̀ 3•́)つ Busy! Why is this kid still here...
Seeing that these Magos clearly didn't want him to participate, Gamma fumed and huffed his way out of the outpost.
Gamma: How can I properly develop our great Adeptus Mechanicus with you worms who only care about seniority and academic cliques! How can humanity rise again! It's infuriating!
Leia noticed that Gamma's face had puffed up from anger after returning from underground, so she asked concernedly, "Gamma, is the Greenskin problem very tricky?"
"Go ask your father, I don't know anything!" Gamma said petulantly to Leia.
Leia wouldn't get angry with Gamma over a fit of pique. She could probably guess that he had been snubbed by her father again to be like this.
Leia teased him in a coaxing tone, "What could make our brilliant Archmagos Gamma so angry? Please, have mercy and tell us little Priests."
"Hmph! Annoying Tech-priest Girl!"
Leia continued to coax Gamma, saying, "Yes, I'm an Tech-priest Girl, will you tell me?"
...
Gamma said nothing and walked directly to his seat, plopping down. Leia and the others also remained silent, quietly watching him sulk. Finally, Gamma couldn't hold back and huffily said, "There really are ruins underground."
"Oh, they really did find ruins!"
"There have been signs for a long time; the further inward we explored, the lower the radiation and the more suitable the environment for life."
"Why wasn't it discovered before?"
"That's unclear, but perhaps it was because the ruins were in a dormant state at the time, which is why the first explorers didn't find them."
"Hmm, this at least indicates that these ruins have the ability to significantly improve the environment."
Louis and the others immediately started discussing the news of the ruins, talking over each other, which annoyed Gamma. He said impatiently,
"Discuss what? Those Magos never intended for us to participate. If I hadn't gone myself, they probably would have finished excavating the ruins, and we still wouldn't know anything!"
"How could they do that!" Leia complained.
See! How important "grave robbing" is to a Tech-Priest. A "great tomb" is enough to attract Tech-priest from Mars to dig with their fleets. This act of discovering ruins right under their noses but excluding them, even a biological daughter couldn't tolerate!
"Exactly!" Louis also complained.
Jacob, meanwhile, said sourly, "Leia, at least you can drink some soup with Magos Lauster; we can't even smell it."
See! When have you ever heard Jacob say such sarcastic remarks? It just shows how important this matter is to a Tech-Priest.
Ed then also said sarcastically, "Suddenly I feel a deep rift with Leia!"
"Right? I even feel like Sister Leia isn't as pretty as she used to be." This was said by Paul.
Leia was so provoked by Jacob and the others that she bristled. She picked up the documents on the table and threw them hard at them.
"You guys are going too far! I'm on your side!"
Gamma: "Are you?"
Jacob: "Maybe?"
Louis: "Perhaps?"
Ed: "Shouldn't be?"
Paul: "Is it an illusion?"
Leia: "Heh heh, today, this old lady is going to fight you all!"