I Am Thinking About The Power To Fool Human Beings To Log In To Warhammer

The world under the rule of Mechanicism is a tragic world where fate is determined purely by birth.

Every child born in the casting world will be tested by genetic servants who are good at genetic modification.

and then assigned to suitable positions.

The sons and daughters of the powerful avoid this procedure entirely, or pay a heavy price.

Let the Mechanicus change the genetic information.

Then those civilian children, whose brain lobes were removed, became machine servants without self-thought, which were used as consumables.

Then gradually become qualified mechanical apprentices who learn mechanical knowledge.

Or be transformed into combatants.

Every child will be drained of all value in order to better serve the Mechanicus.

The worst thing is the talent that does not satisfy the Mechanicus, but the brain is extremely active.

would be directly transformed into a glowing little screw in the massive meditator's computer.

In the dark Warhammer Empire, there are times between people.

There are no so-called children and women.

The existence of each individual is a fuel for the better survival of mankind.

Even top dignitaries such as planetary governors may be killed by the Inquisition for touching certain taboos.

This process doesn't even require any proof, just because they are suspicious.

Of course, in the casting world, there is a welfare that counts as welfare.

If you have no talent, your genes are better.

will be assigned to a position called breeding.

This is the only civilian post with breeding rights in the forge world.

Once you get to this position, you don't need any work.

You'll be well-bred, and you'll have females with the same good genes working together to complete the breeding task.

But it looks like opening a blind box.

And the inhuman Mechanic God, in order to improve efficiency.

Dozens of breeding missions will be scheduled in one night until you are drained.

But ordinary people will also have a chance to turn over again.

That is to be a mechanical engineer at the bottom.

In wartime, maintain weapons and ship systems for Space Marines.

When you are free, you can only use the main soldiers as cannon fodder to excavate ancient ruins.

If the ancestral graves are buried well, and an STC template is dug up, which is the template for human integrated production, then the opportunity to turn over will come.

You'll level up to become a sage, or even a bishop if the integrated template is worth a little more.

The stc template is a product made by technology from the dark age, in order to continue the knowledge of human science and technology civilization.

A complete stc template, even comparable to Li Ming's power of thinking.

It can create a manufacturing plan for you from the materials as long as you say what you want to make.

..........

A bullshit mechanic escaped the battlefield and started running for his life.

His good fortune has been with him since birth, as a breeding worker.

After he should be squeezed dry again, he will be burned as fuel by the Mechanic God.

Or go oil those canned soldiers.

Of course, this is also considered lucky to be able to access the technology of other races.

If you are lucky enough to get back a few new technologies, it can also make him rise a few levels.

The plan is very good.

But his luck seemed to be over by then.

The Great Forge World Rebellion had begun, and he, who was originally hiding in the rear, was instantly caught up in the chaos of war.

The warp storm also began to erupt in coordination, and it was no longer possible to deliver supplies to these planets that were all steel.

Ordinary people who couldn't drink oil to survive, led by psykers and mutants, had a great rebellion.

All day long, I only know how to fish in troubled waters, and the escort army who oppressed the good people was pressed by the rebel army to the ground and rubbed back and forth.

Normally, general Forge worlds are protected by Space Chapters.

But the rebellion came too suddenly, which led them to support other worlds.

A bunch of trash is left in the forge world.

Of course there is no shortage of elites.

But the warp storm lasted too long, and the number of psionicists and mutants began to soar.

Under the lack of food, humans began to conquer each other, and bloody rituals began to appear.

Some creatures that would not have appeared in the real universe began to roam around.

The escort army was attacked by both sides, resulting in a major defeat.

The successive victories of ordinary people gave them a favorable position and a steady supply of weapons.

Some mechanical servants were tempted by chaos and fell into darkness.

In the end, the decline of Mechanicism became more and more obvious.

The apocryphal army that lost its supplies was directly defeated.

The mechanical servants who are loyal to humans began to hide in Tibet.

The shit luck of this mechanical god servant seems to have recovered again, in countless conflicts.

He survived and escaped the vortex of war under the cover of several mechanical artifacts.

But unfortunately, these guys were originally designed to fight and work non-stop.

As a result, they did not have a stop switch. It is said that if it comes to the maintenance period, they will see a lot of mechanical servants.

Chase behind these mechanical creations and replace parts.

The final result is that he just escaped because he couldn't catch up with these sand sculpture machines.

It became a man and a mechanical scepter in his hand.

And unfortunately, he was also targeted by the rebels.

Under the impact of the huge psionic energy, his legs were broken.

And because he has not completely completed the mechanical transformation, the flesh and blood are still linked under the steel plate on the body surface.

Hearing the screams of the members of the Mechanic Sect at the top, this group of mutant humans and psionicists.

A perverted smile appeared on his face.

Just when they were going to disassemble this mechanical god servant into parts.

The originally uncontrolled mechanical creation ran back again and killed the group of rebels.

But the mechanical creation also became a piece of garbage, and finally the mechanical god servant endured the pain.

Assembled myself two legs, then got up and ran. *

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