Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"You are commanding the entire imperial army by yourself." Gray said, "And the enemies you face are, first of all, all the generals of the Sotec dynasty who fought in the Battle of Heaven. Each of them is the best at commanding battles among a martial race. Elites, and they are engaged in a war with species that are much more powerful than us and that are unreasonable and good at psychic technology that will affect the subsequent direction of the entire universe. The gap between their accumulated experience and ours is not talent. And hard work can make up for it.”

"So what, at least I can't find Imotek's flaw, and it can't find mine." Ryan frowned, "Besides, I don't trust giving command to the imperial generals. Most of them Some people haven’t fought against skeletons before this war begins, and they need time to learn and grow.”

"I don't think you should hand over command to the imperial generals, I just want to say that you may need some help." Gray said.

Ryan was dismissive of this. He looked at the Tyrone army generals next door: "Are you here to help me? The Imperial Astra Militarum does not have teleportation, logistical supplies, and defensive position construction plans available anytime and anywhere... How do you command the Astra Militarum? Can you adapt?"

Gray looked back at General Tyrone: "No, obviously not."

Ryan spread his hands, lowered his head and continued to look at the tactical table.

"Maybe you can help yourself," Gray said.

"What do you mean?" Ryan raised his head.

He knew that Tyrone people did not like to mix philosophical and abstract metaphors into their speech, so he felt that Gray's 伱 can help you, which is completely literal.

But there's only one Ryan Al'Jonson.

"We have collected your data." Gray hesitated before speaking, "If you need it, we can mobilize many of you."

Ryan's expressions were changeable, and his feelings were extremely complicated.

He was happy because the Tyrone people's technical methods could solve another big problem.

He was angry because the Tyrones were collecting his data.

He questioned because he instinctively resisted the application of artificial intelligence, and the hatred of hateful intelligence instilled by the Emperor made him unable to resist.

he……

But when these emotions were intercepted by the high wall of reason in Ryan's mind, he opened his mouth: "If you can simulate me, do it now. I really need help."

Gray nodded and left Ryan's presence.

When Gray came back, he snapped his fingers, and Ryan suddenly saw a hundred holographic projections emerging from the bridge, and each holographic projection was his own image.

"I have allocated the computing power of a master intelligence to you to simulate a hundred you. If you feel it is not enough, you can add more. The upper limit is probably close to a thousand." Gray said.

Ryan glanced at each of the simulated selves, and after a few seconds of silence, he loudly said: "Each of you is responsible for a war zone!"

"screw you!"

"Get out of here, you bastard!"

"Who do you think you are and what qualifications do you have to lead me?!"

"Are you worthy of being a war commander? You can't handle command matters by yourself. Get off here and obey my orders!"

"You idiot, you forgot your own responsibilities! You actually joined forces with these madmen using artificial intelligence!"

"..."

The one hundred simulated Ryans all refuted the orders from the real body.

"Damn!" Ryan hammered the tactical table and said to Gray, "Am I such a bastard?"

Gray looked helpless.

"Listen to me!" Ryan pointed at the simulated versions of himself and yelled, "You old bastards are all simulated, I am the real Ryan El Johnson! You must obey my orders, damn it The old bastards!”

This kind of scolding is obviously of no use. Ryan will not accept the hard words.

As Ryan continued to curse angrily, Gray ordered the main control intelligence to lower the personal personality in the simulation data to zero.

As a result, all the simulated Ryans who were scolding their own bodies calmed down, as dull and dazed as walking zombies. When Ryan's body once again ordered each of them to take charge of a war zone, these simulated Ryans carried out the orders from the main body without hesitation.

Ryan himself no longer needs to be responsible for the formulation and control of all tactical strategies from macro to micro. He only needs to be a real commander to manage the overall situation.

The simulated Lanes perfectly controlled each war zone and continued to battle wits and courage with the enemy.

"There's something wrong with your simulation. I'm not that unreasonable." Ryan complained to Gray, then lowered his head and continued to do what he should do.

This time everything made Ryan feel a lot more relaxed.

But he still felt instinctively wary.

You can easily pull out a hundred Llane El'Jonson-level AI commanders. If you simulate a hundred Guilliman plus these hundred Llanes, is that still a big deal?

Ryan didn't think much about this issue, and soon he was completely immersed in the command.

Gray stopped disturbing Ryan and returned to another tactical table to command the Tyrone Army with the army generals. The AI ​​assistants on their side were not only simulated Ryan who looked the same as ordinary people, but also Creed and Tyrone. All the elite generals in Army history.

Simulated Ryan with his Personality dialed down to a minimum, becoming talkative and relatively submissive.

Every Ryan in charge of all frontline theaters will report the abnormalities he or she discovers to the Ryan body who directs the entire macro strategy.

At first everything was fine.

Then Ryan suddenly realized something was wrong.

What's wrong is the strange things about the enemy's tactical actions that I heard from each of the simulated Ryans.

"The enemy is withdrawing troops from various combat zones." Ryan looked at the people at the tactical table next door and said loudly, "This is obviously wrong!"

"Are they looking for a decisive battle?" Gray frowned and rubbed the back of his head in confusion.

Imotek never wanted to seek a decisive battle from the beginning to the end, because the mobilization of troops within the Necrons was not in place, just like the Empire. Although they mobilized troops through the pocket dimension very quickly, in addition to technology, the Necrons themselves and rapid Nothing to do.

The slow and heavy movements of the Necron Warriors are often a tactical breakthrough for the frontline Astra Militarum and Tyron Army.

Ryan lowered his head and continued to observe.

The military deployment of the Sautec dynasty was still normal. What happened was not the most powerful Sautec dynasty at all, but the troops of other dynasties under Imotek's command.

These troops were mobilized from various frontline theaters and immediately converged on the Orps theater and began to "cooperate" with the Sotec dynasty's attack.

Some fleets from other dynasties were blocked by Sotec fleets, but more Necron fleets arrived in the Orpheus sector.

They gathered outside Orps in an attitude that was completely contrary to Imotek's previous strategy and sought a decisive battle.