The Moon.
In orbit, a massive spaceport platform, approximately twenty kilometers in length, gleamed under the sunlight.
The port stretched endlessly into a vast warehouse district.
Every day, hundreds of large transport ships from across the sector docked here, unloading immense quantities of construction materials, ores, food supplies, and other goods.
Workers at the spaceport, clad in towering exoskeletons and operating transport vehicles, labored tirelessly.
Their task was to unload cargo from the transport ships into transfer warehouses, from where hundreds of massive space elevators would carry the goods to the lunar surface.
Without a doubt, this was one of the busiest ports in the entire Goliath Sector.
All of the sector's construction resources converged here.
Because this place was being transformed into a Forge World.
Beyond the Atmosphere.
The Dreamweaver slowly came to a halt.
Whoosh—
A large assault ship detached from the vessel and descended toward the lunar surface.
Inside the Assault Ship.
"Kaul sure is working fast..."
Eden sat in his seat, browsing through a document sent by the Adeptus Mechanicus.
His primary objective for this trip to the Moon was to inspect the progress of the psyker-automated production line—a key technology that would determine the speed of his domain's future development.
After skimming through the document, Eden turned off his data slate and gazed through the viewport at the surface, where a mechanical hive sprawled out like an enormous, eight-legged spider.
After over a decade of modification, the first phase of the mechanical hive's construction was complete.
Even now, the hive continued to expand.
Colossal construction machines flattened the Moon's rugged mountains, consuming soil and ore at an astounding rate.
Further back, under the supervision of Tech-Priests, construction teams raised forge factories on the newly leveled land.
This was the Lunar Terraforming Project—one of the most significant undertakings in the Great Sector Expansion Plan.
To execute this project, the Ministry of Internal Affairs had deployed tens of billions of engineers from across the sector, along with an even larger logistical support network.
Hundreds of heavy transport ships ferried endless waves of construction equipment.
According to the plan, the Adeptus Mechanicus would completely transform the Moon, converting it into a vast Forge World—the Lunar Forge World.
It would become a sacred site for the Adeptus Mechanicus and the largest forge hub in the sector.
In the future, an unending stream of weapons, armor, vehicles, and warships would roll out from the Lunar Forge World's manufactorums.
According to projections from both the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Mechanicus, once the initial phase was complete, the Lunar Forge World, powered by psyker automation, would be able to meet the manufacturing demands of the entire sector.
As subsequent phases of the plan unfolded, its production capacity would skyrocket.
Eventually, it would export its products beyond the sector.
Mechanical Hive Center.
As soon as the assault ship's hatch opened, a wave of heat surged outward, washing over Eden.
It was the heat radiating from the massive forges.
Stepping out, his gaze was immediately drawn to the colossal statue towering over the hive's center.
The Savior's Icon.
A breathtaking sight.
Five hundred meters tall, the mechanized statue stood as high as a skyscraper.
Composed entirely of mechanical components, it embodied both the rugged aesthetics of machinery and the sacred aura of religion—a visually overwhelming presence.
But what stood out the most was the golden sun atop its head.
It was a ring-shaped mechanical structure, with dense golden energy swirling within.
It looked like an actual sun.
"Damn… this design is genius."
Eden admired the statue, appreciating his own likeness rendered in such grandeur.
That golden ring wasn't just decoration—it had a real function.
The Savior's Icon was the power core of the entire mechanical hive.
Through the massive subspace siphoning array atop its head, it continuously extracted psyker energy from the Little Sun.
That energy was then distributed through a network of conduits inside the statue, powering the manufactorums across the mechanical hive.
It was the energy source for the psyker-automated production lines.
Seeing the extraction device operating smoothly, drawing in endless energy, Eden felt satisfied.
Previously, he had worried about whether the Little Sun's energy would be sufficient.
Now, it was clear—it was more than enough.
The Little Sun currently had three primary sources of energy:
Faith—the belief and worship from hundreds of billions across the sector.
Warp energies—strange emotional forces, likely contributed by Chaos entities.
The Emperor himself—ever since the Little Sun developed absorption abilities, Eden had directed it to siphon golden solar energy from the Emperor's radiance.
Sometimes, Eden even took a big chunk for himself.
But more interestingly—recently, the Emperor had started secretly feeding massive amounts of psyker energy into the Little Sun, as if he enjoyed it.
That was high-quality golden psyker energy, accelerating the Little Sun's growth.
Over the years, the Little Sun had accumulated tremendous power, growing several times larger.
And Eden himself had reaped the benefits—his muscles had become denser, his strength had increased significantly.
His physical resilience was approaching that of a Primarch.
He estimated that his current durability was about two-thirds of a Primarch's.
As for his combat ability...
Probably at the level where he'd still get chased around by Guilliman.
As Eden admired the Savior's Icon, a colossal red figure drifted into view, blocking his sight.
A five-to-six-meter-tall figure, embedded with countless cybernetic augments, wrapped in a massive crimson Mechanicus robe.
It looked like a walking mass of sacred motor oil.
"Savior-Lord!"
A slightly smug, somewhat dramatic electronic voice echoed from within the mechanical body.
It could only be Kaul.
Eden frowned slightly at the hulking mass before him.
"What the hell happened to you?"
The modifications were utterly excessive.
Of course, that was his opinion—he never liked excessive cybernetic augmentation.
"What? You don't think this looks cool?"
"Such a body is only fitting for a genius like Kaul! Don't forget, I'm now a Fabricator-General!"
Kaul's tone dipped, as if slightly dejected.
He had worked hard to craft this body—he wanted to show off.
Eden understood immediately.
After all, for Tech-Priests, the larger and more cybernetically enhanced their bodies, the more respected and envied they became among their peers.
It was a symbol of authority.
Especially for Fabricator-Generals, whose bodies were almost entirely mechanical, often as large as super-heavy tanks.
They were so immense and heavy that they could barely move without massive transport vehicles or tank treads, leaving thick plumes of smoke wherever they went.
Clank.
As Eden was mulling over the absurdity of it all, the sound of mechanical gears shifting snapped his attention back.
He looked up.
The massive mechanical torso split open from the chest, revealing Kaul, emerging from within.
Kaul muttered, "Seems like this mechanical body isn't flashy enough. I'll swap it out later..."
Good grief, so it was just for show.
Eden's lips twitched. "Alright, focus on the real work. Stop wasting time on all this nonsense.
"If you've got the time for this, you'd be better off ensuring the Forge World operates smoothly."
Kaul, however, was full of confidence.
"If everything goes according to plan, the Moon will rise, surpassing the Forge World of Mars, becoming the greatest and most sacred Forge World in the galaxy.
"When that happens, those old fossils in the Imperium's Adeptus Mechanicus will have to come here to worship!"
Eden shot Kaul a glance, barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
Every single piece of technology here was heresy among heresies by Imperial standards—worship?
If the Imperium's Tech-Priests really came here, they'd most likely declare this place a heretical stronghold.
And they'd label Kaul as a heretek of the highest order.
It would be a miracle if they didn't launch a crusade against this place.
Kaul noticed Eden's skepticism but didn't argue. He already had a perfect plan in mind.
One day, the Imperial Adeptus Mechanicus would witness his brilliance!
...
Forge Factory Entrance.
Eden and Kaul boarded a hovercar and made their way toward the manufactorum.
At the entrance, dozens of servo-skulls hovered in the air, while Tech-Acolytes chanted binharic hymns praising the Omnissiah.
Tech-Priests swung censers filled with sacred incense, blessing the machinery.
Eden stood quietly, waiting for the ritual to conclude.
This was part of the manufactorum's machine-spirit appeasement ceremony, ensuring that the factory's equipment would function smoothly.
It reminded him of how, in his past life, some tech companies hired Taoist priests or Buddhist monks to perform rituals for their servers.
Very scientific.
DONG—
The mechanical bell boomed.
Eden stepped forward and pulled down the industrial lever before him with force.
BOOM!
With a surge of psyker arcs, massive gears began to turn, and the entire forge rumbled to life.
The ritual was complete.
Eden followed Kaul into the manufactorum for an inspection.
According to Kaul, this manufactorum employed psyker-automated production technology.
The entire process was operated by machine-spirits and automated programming—
No need for workers or Tech-Priests.
It even incorporated Eldar wraithbone psychoplastic technology, allowing the creation of intricate components and microprocessors with near-perfect precision.
As long as the technology and materials were available, anything could be manufactured flawlessly.
The Eldar had once been glorious indeed—their technologies were truly unparalleled.
Eden's gaze swept across the factory—mechanical arms and conveyor tracks filled every inch of space, leaving only narrow pathways for Tech-Priests to conduct maintenance and repairs.
The production process wasn't much different from an automated factory in his previous life—
Raw materials went in, and finished products came out.
After watching for a while, he lost interest and walked toward the end of the production line.
This was where the finished goods were packaged.
Neatly stacked rows of iron crates stood waiting for transport.
Each crate contained products packed and sealed by the automated system, ready for shipment.
"That fast?"
Eden was surprised.
He had only observed for a short while, and yet so many products had already been completed?
Kaul smirked proudly.
"According to the data, automated production is over twice as fast as skilled workers.
"It eliminates break times and shift changes, enabling continuous 24-hour production.
"Overall, automated manufactorums produce at five times the speed of traditional forges.
"As long as we have the raw materials, the machines will never stop working!"
Eden nodded in satisfaction.
Not only that, but psyker automation also reduced costs—
It cut down on labor expenses and energy costs.
After all, it was powered by the Little Sun's psyker energy.
And since that energy came from faith, its cost was practically negligible.
In the future, the Lunar Forge World would consolidate the entire military production chain—
Weapons, armor, vehicles, and warships.
Just bring in the materials and wait for the products to roll out.
This setup would further reduce logistics and transportation costs.
Compared to other manufactorums, weapons produced here would be faster and cheaper.
Eden approached one of the packed crates and pried it open—
A wave of sacred machine oil scent hit him.
Inside the crate, five Boltguns were neatly stacked.
Reading the label, he noted that these were "Lockmaw Pattern Boltgun MK-Variant".
He picked one up and weighed it in his hands—
Much lighter than the standard Astartes Bolter.
Not bad.
These Boltguns were a modified design, intended specifically for Storm Troopers of the Storm Legion.
Afterward, Eden checked out several other prototype weapons—
Including a new type of Sentinel walker.
Unlike conventional Sentinels, this model incorporated elements of Dreadnought technology, making it look like a miniature Dreadnought.
It was equipped with a single-linked heavy explosive launcher.
More importantly, it featured a semi-automated control system, making it much easier to operate.
Once deployed to heavy combined-arms regiments, these new Sentinels would dramatically enhance the Storm Legion's combat strength.
With a barrage of heavy explosive shells, even Astartes would think twice before charging in.
The territory's technological advancements were accelerating.
Unfortunately, the secrets of Titans, Dreadnoughts, and Terminator armor had yet to be fully cracked.
The most challenging of the three was the Dreadnought.
The Research Institute was working on replacing the Dreadnought's neural interface with a semi-automated system.
If they could fully crack and optimize these technologies for automated production—
Then the assembly lines would start mass-producing Titans and Dreadnoughts.
Eden could barely imagine the scale of it.
A fully regimented Titan Legion?
If resources were abundant, every legion under his command would be armed to the teeth.
Imagine a battlefield where Titan formations marched forward, Dreadnoughts swarmed the field, and Terminators roamed freely—
Where every soldier carried a Melta Gun—
"How the hell would anyone fight against me?"
"Whoever shows up—dies."
War is about resources and production capacity!
After touring the Lunar Forge World, Eden left completely satisfied.
The future was simple—mine more resources, gather more materials.
...
Spire Palace – Savior's Office.
Eden sat in front of his mechanical console, rubbing his face before continuing to review accumulated reports.
He opened a newly received email and began reading.
It was from Shahim's team.
Suddenly, his expression shifted—
"Holy hell— the Tyranids didn't consume that star system?"
"And… their movement patterns are behaving abnormally?!"
(End of Chapter)
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