Anna's confident assertion caused many council members to exchange glances.
The planetary governor also showed a hint of interest.
"Then I'll have to see what good ideas you have?"
Anna smiled, "Leave this matter to me, and I guarantee that within a week, those damned bugs will rebel. And they will also be deemed absolute heretics by the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition."
"You can tell us your ideas. We will consider implementing them," a council member said coldly.
"Only I can implement this plan; if you try to do it, it will only make things worse."
Anna looked at that council member.
"If you are unwilling to entrust it to me, then I can only say I'm sorry."
"You want power?" the governor said.
"This world is very dangerous, and I don't want to be eaten until there's nothing left but bones. I will do what you cannot. If, within a week, I fail to incite a rebellion among those low-level bugs, then I lose, and all my wealth is yours to dispose of."
"If I succeed, I hope to have a seat here."
Anna looked at the planetary governor.
Her tone was extremely audacious, betting her entire fortune for a council member's seat.
In the hall, hearing Anna's words, the many council members all began to discuss among themselves.
They all looked at Anna with the kind of gaze one reserves for a lunatic.
In their eyes, this woman had gone mad.
To gamble the comfortable life of her later years for a council member's seat, what a foolish thing to do.
"Alright. As you say, I will sign the order for your action," the planetary governor stood up, surveying the many council members, "If any of you object, you may raise it now, provided you offer a better solution than hers."
The planetary governor's words caused the many council members to exchange glances.
None of them had a better solution.
The same was true for the few council members who were hostile towards Anna.
"You have gained authority, but you only have one week. I do not like to see you fail," the planetary governor said.
"I won't, governor, I am confident."
Anna smiled.
She already had a plan.
Ancient Holy Terra once had an old saying that went very well.
Chaos is a ladder.
Great opportunities are hidden within crises.
The appearance of the genestealers was definitely a terrible crisis for Vitoria.
But perhaps this was her key opportunity to rise in the Imperial political arena.
Anna looked at the many council members, the corners of her mouth curving slightly upwards.
This was just the beginning.
She would climb up little by little, step by step, to the very top.
Becoming an existence that everyone would fear and flatter.
Anna was the descendant of a noble, though that was just the official story.
In reality, she wasn't.
She was just the descendant of a commoner.
The noble lady gave birth to a mutant, and to protect the family's reputation,
The noble had no choice but to swap the child, proving that their family was without issue.
In the Imperium, however corrupt the bureaucracy might be, humanity was always the dominant theme; mutants and xenos were absolutely hated.
Once a mutant appeared in a family, it was very likely to attract the attention of the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition.
For a family, the appearance of a mutant descendant was definitely a terrible crisis.
It represented that the family's bloodline had been polluted.
With a little manipulation by hostile forces, they could even be stripped of everything.
The purity of human blood was an issue that every noble family had to take seriously.
It was precisely because of this that Anna replaced the mutant child and became the noble's child.
However, the noble did not like Anna, especially after having new children, they grew increasingly disgusted with Anna.
Anna also learned the full story of this matter through an accident.
Her parents' discrimination against her had no deep meaning; it was simply because she was not their child.
To conceal the fact that a mutant had appeared among their descendants, the noble also killed Anna's biological parents.
After learning the truth, Anna could no longer tolerate her adoptive parents' discrimination and abuse.
She planned and killed them, as well as their biological child.
She naturally inherited everything from that noble family.
And through means, she found her current husband and climbed up step by step.
Confirming that her husband no longer loved her, Anna decisively killed him too.
Incidentally, she killed the mistress and sent people to kill the mistress' child.
That was why she entrusted Dimitry to find the daughter.
That daughter was actually the mistress' daughter.
Anna admitted that she was a malicious woman, willing to do anything to climb up.
But in this chaotic, hopeless universe, malice was not a crime, but a virtue.
Anna's wish was to one day climb to the highest position.
To make those who once thought she was lowly unable to reach her.
Vitoria was her stepping stone, not her destination.
One day, a brand new star would rise, becoming one of the most powerful people in the Imperium.
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The cold, eternal dark void.
The tyranid Hive Fleet was drifting forward using faster-than-light channels constructed by cosmic gravity fields.
If one were to view it on the vast scale of the universe, people would be surprised to find that the Hive Fleet appeared as if it had never moved.
After all, the distances between stars were too great.
Even traveling at the speed of light, it would often take years, even decades, to traverse these vast distances.
Using the unit most understandable to humans, kilometers, to measure the distance between two stars was undoubtedly a foolish thing to do.
That would be a series of unimaginable numbers.
On the scale of the universe,
the tyranid fleet needed long-term observation to see that they were moving.
Giant bioships, like celestial bodies, glided through the cosmic force fields using faster-than-light inertia.
Most areas of the bioships had fallen into slumber, with only a small portion of tentacles still active, monitoring the surrounding environment for the main body.
Inside the mother bioships, most of the tyranids had also fallen asleep.
Sleep ensured that they could traverse the vast distances between stars with the minimum consumption.
Only when approaching food would the mother bioships awaken, rousing a vast number of war units to devour everything in sight.
Next to the mother bioships, there were also massive numbers of smaller bioships, which were also in slumber.
Only a select few remained awake.
They used biological energy to detach from the main fleet and sail towards different star worlds, acting as the vanguard of the tyranids, scouting the surrounding environment for the main force.
Allowing the Great Devourer to better determine the order of consumption.
There were also some spore clouds that were slowly dispersing under the blowing of cosmic winds, scattering like seeds throughout the galaxy.
The last world the tyranids passed through was an agricultural world.
They devoured everything on it.
Including three hundred and fifty billion humans and everything else on that planet.
All life was converted by the tyranids into the simplest genetic material, stored within the massive Hive Fleet.
This genetic material would transform into more monsters, more killing machines.
Now, they were still slumbering, awaiting the feast that was about to arrive.
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Marcragge's Glory.
After successfully dealing with the Ork Warboss Arsonist, and holding a grand banquet, this Gloriana-class battleship had returned to a state of war.
In the galaxy of today, only war was the main theme.
Chapter serfs hurried to and fro within the warship.
They were carrying out the routine maintenance of the Chapter's weapons and armor.
tech-priests and technical experts were repairing and inspecting the warriors' power armor.
They needed to complete this task before the next war arrived.
Crew members, officers, and department heads were constantly processing and monitoring the warship's information daily.
Ensuring it was always at its peak.
Able to be thrown into battle in the most ferocious state, tearing apart all enemies of humanity.
The tall Stratagem Chamber hummed and vibrated.
Thick cables snaking across the ceiling pulsed with energy.
Gauges spun wildly.
From beneath the floor came the pounding sounds of heavy machinery operating.
A giant metal projection unfolded throughout the entire Stratagem Chamber, bathing the entire room in a faint glow.
Seated in his position, Guilliman listened to the reports from Kaldor and other Imperial heroes.
The ork threat had been removed, but the Charadon Sector had not yet completely settled down.
The necrons and the approaching tyranids were heavyweight challenges that the Charadon Sector was about to face.
"The tech-priests are currently repairing the Tyrant's Bane Colossus, because when it entered the Charadon system earlier, it encountered the pull of the star's gravity, causing some of the graviton devices to malfunction, pulling it towards the star and resulting in various degrees of damage. It cannot be used in the short term."
Kaldor spoke first.
The situation he described was not very good.
As the strongest trump card of the Imperial Navy at present, the Tyrant's Bane Colossus.
It had only fired one shot from beginning to end before being rushed into repairs.
It was somewhat disappointing.
However, thinking about it, it was normal.
After all, it was a hastily assembled giant construct; it was normal for issues to arise.
The fact that the Tyrant's Bane Colossus could be put into use so quickly
Firstly: Guilliman and Cawl had already devised complete design blueprints.
There were no technical difficulties, only the need to build according to the plans.
Secondly: Thanks to the excellent craftsmanship of the various Forge Worlds, the performance of the components produced by these Forge Worlds was up to standard.
Only thus could the rapid construction of the Tyrant's Bane Colossus be ensured, allowing it to function.
If any single part was slightly subpar, it would likely have simply exploded.
Although the Mechanicus had lost its ambition for pioneering innovation, their obsession with the Machine Spirit gave them a certain fanaticism in the field of mechanical quality.
Mistakes and deviations were unimaginable humiliations to them.
Accusing a tech-priest of a mistake was the most malicious curse against them.
It was precisely because the Forge Worlds provided many high-quality components that the Tyrant's Bane Colossus could be assembled at the fastest speed.
"It doesn't matter, it was just an experimental product anyway. Just collect the relevant data," Guilliman didn't pay too much attention to the problems with the Tyrant's Bane Colossus.
With this kind of mass-produced approach, don't expect too much in terms of quality.
Anyway, if these cheap goods are gone, more can be built, what's there to fear?
What is needed is quantity.
Even if they can't fire, they must use sheer numbers to overwhelm the enemy.
When war breaks out, regardless of whether they can be used, they must be included to outnumber the opponent by several hundred times.
Building giant constructs like the Tyrant's Bane Colossus.
The most important thing is not gaining these constructs, but increasing industrial productivity.
Technology, this thing, the most difficult part is just the technical aspect.
Once the technology is mature and the industrial assembly line is formed, building battleships is like making dumplings.
They'll churn them out like they're free.
With increased industrial capability and maximum efficiency, you can just charge forward blindly.
It's all about overpowering everything with sheer force.
For the Imperial Navy, Guilliman didn't plan to take the high-tech route.
Considering how Chaos corrupts people constantly.
Taking the high-tech route is clearly not suitable.
The Imperial Navy just needs a lot of ships and a lot of guns.
Even if they have to overwhelm the enemy with ships, they must win.
Guilliman even considered hollowing out asteroids and meteorites.
Putting engines, reactors, cannons, and shields inside and using them as battleships.
If the enemy has one, he'll have a hundred; he'll bury them in sheer numbers.
What's needed is cheap and durable.
In current space naval warfare, the most important point is to increase firepower.
Only with fierce enough firepower is there a chance to overload the enemy's shields.
Once the shields are overloaded, no matter how strong the enemy's hull is, it won't withstand two rounds of artillery bombardment.
In current void naval warfare, different races have their own energy shield technology.
The shield commonly used by the Empire is the Void Shield, a wondrous shield that can transfer attacks to the Warp.
As long as the enemy's attack doesn't overload the Void Shield, the attack will be continuously transferred into the Warp.
It can be said that the defense of the Void Shield is far stronger than the defense of the ship's hull.
In the most brutal defense of Terra experienced by the Empire, the Emperor's Palace, relying on the Aegis, withstood the bombardment of tens of thousands of battleships.
According to the historical records left from that time, one can glimpse how terrifying that earth-shattering offensive and defensive battle was.
With the help of the Gods of the Warp and massive sacrificial rituals, the traitor ships led by Horus ignored stellar gravity and appeared directly in the inner solar system.
The Phalanx was forced to withdraw, forming a situation where Horus surrounded Terra and the Solar System Fleet surrounded Horus.
Horus' fleet filled all of Terra's orbits.
Countless cannons and beams of light fell every moment, bombarding the Imperial Palace day and night.
But relying on the defense system built by the Aegis, the Imperial Palace withstood this terrifying bombardment.
It held out from the beginning of the Siege of Terra until Horus' defeat.
One can imagine how strong the Aegis truly is.
If there hadn't been the Aegis, the Imperial Palace would have likely vanished without a trace in the first day of bombing.
In current naval warfare, unless high-density materials like neutron stars are used.
Otherwise, the difference between using steel and stone for the hull is not significant.
Once the Void Shield is overloaded, no matter what material the battleship is made of, it will inevitably face death.
The plasma emitters equipped on the battleship are as massive as a three-hundred-meter-tall building.
One shot, and everything will melt.
In the face of anti-sniper rockets, is discussing which style of bulletproof vest is meaningful??
Voyage in space is really not as complicated as people imagine.
There was a science fiction novel once that described a scene like this.
A group of refugees built a starship out of ice, used this starship to escape from prison, and established a new nation.
Although it's science fiction, it also has some truth to it.
Building a starship out of ice is not impossible.
There is no friction in space.
That is to say, once acceleration is completed, the battleship will move at that inertial speed, and there will be no talk of being unable to withstand high-speed flight and tearing apart.
The Earth rotates at high speed every day, and you don't see the people on it flying off, do you?
Over-gravity only occurs during the battleship's acceleration.
Once acceleration is completed and inertial movement is entered, the over-gravity disappears.
During inertial flight, it is impossible for the hull to collapse.
The forces on every part of the hull are balanced, so how could it disintegrate??
Some things look absurd, but when the truth is revealed, one finds that their absurdity is precisely the subtlety of the universe's operation.
The orks' battleships are cobbled together, and some even rely on burning coal to get into space.
This is naturally with the help of the power of WAAAGH!
However, the orks' own technology should not be underestimated either.
Those places that look very absurd are actually just because the Human Empire doesn't understand the direction of their technological development.
General nuclear fusion reactions use light elements like hydrogen and helium.
These elements are also the most abundant in stars.
Other elements are basically secondary elements formed from light elements after high heat and high pressure environments.
Elements like iron and gold have gone through multiple stellar destructions and births, and then were born under high pressure and high temperature conditions.
If the orks' tech tree has unlocked heavy element nuclear fusion, then their battleships burning coal seems extremely normal.
Carbon is not a metal element, so the difficulty of fusing it is not as high as that of metal elements, but the energy released far exceeds that of light elements.
The principle of fusion is to use high temperature and high pressure to fuse atoms into a completely new atom, and the lost mass is converted into energy.
The more mass lost, the greater the energy released.
The number of electrons in metal atoms is basically stable, and except for the need to create special materials, metal atoms are rarely used for fusion.
It's basically not worth it.
The orks' burning coal is actually using the carbon element within it for fusion reactions, thereby obtaining energy to propel their battleships.
WAAAGH! can assist the orks in erasing distorted physical rules, helping them ignore some technical details.
As long as the general structure is sound, it can be used.
But this does not deny the advancement of ork technology.
Some things are absurd, but the universe operates according to these absurd principles.
You can't think something is fake just because you think it's absurd.
What we consider normal is just what we consider normal.
In the interstellar age, not everything looks high-end and full of science fiction.
The interstellar battlefield is about practicality, not science fiction.
Embedding some circuits in some glass to create various dazzling patterns and create a sense of technology.
It does look very high-end, but what's the use of that??
Besides doing some facade projects, can it do anything else??
Such high-end can't even stop a single bullet.
Guilliman doesn't have that kind of formalism; he just wants practicality.
"Do you have any other information?" Guilliman asked.
We have already collected some information about the necron dynasties. According to our investigation, there are two necron dynasties near the Charadon Sector, one called the Sautekh Dynasty, which awoke about 1000 years ago, and the other called the Szerakh Dynasty, which awoke 1500 years ago.
After the Szerakh Dynasty awoke, they launched attacks on multiple Imperial worlds, causing heavy casualties, and then they attempted to attack Obyriah, failed, and fell into a brief silence.
It wasn't until the Sautekh Dynasty also revived that they resumed their activity, but their current target is no longer the Empire, but the Sautekh Dynasty. The Szerakh Dynasty seems to want to control the Sautekh Dynasty, so the two sides have been constantly clashing.
The Empire has never intervened, but has allowed the two necron forces to keep fighting, letting them wear each other down.
The intelligence chief opened the information interface and introduced Guilliman to the situation of another threat in the Charadon Sector - the necrons.
Guilliman tapped his desk, listening to the information given by the intelligence chief, thinking about how to deal with the necron threat.
The necrons are a race that has fought the Old Ones.
Even more terrifying, they also backstabbed the C'tan.
The only race in the galaxy with a confirmed history of god-slaying.
The most fatal point is that they possess the most advanced technology in the galaxy.
That technology was given to them by the C'tan and is extremely powerful.
With the help of the C'tan, they mastered time, space, dimensions, and many other mysterious knowledge.
Reaching a level where technology is almost divine power.
Going to war with the necrons is indeed not an easy task.
The necrons' Silent King, the head of the Triarch, has returned from outside the galaxy.
Once Guilliman eliminates those necron dynasties, it will inevitably accelerate the Silent King's efforts to awaken many necron dynasties.
At that time, Guilliman might face fully armed necron dynasties.
That is absolutely a terrifying nightmare that no civilization wants to face.
Even though the necrons have been sleeping for 60 million years.
Their technological strength is still the strongest.
This is undeniable.
They possess all sorts of incredible technological creations.
They can easily create black holes, annihilate stars, and even reverse time.
Of course, they won't use these terrifying weapons casually.
After all, once they disrupt the celestial bodies and time in the galaxy, they will also suffer greatly.
But once a brutal war breaks out, and both sides are fighting fiercely, it's hard to guarantee that the necrons won't go to extremes.
When they wanted to eliminate the Old Ones, they directly sold their flesh and souls to the C'tan.
Who knows what terrifying things they will do to eliminate humanity at that time.
Going to war with the necrons requires full preparation.
Guilliman tapped his desk, his brows furrowed, comparing the strength of the Human Empire and the necrons in his mind.
Once war breaks out, he must destroy those two necron Dynasties with overwhelming force.
But that also means that the Imperium and the necrons could potentially erupt into a full-scale war.
After all, his identity is here.
He represents the entire human race, the entire Empire.
As the head of the Triarch, the Silent King cannot remain unresponsive.
"Sir, what is our next plan?"
After the intelligence chief finished his introduction, Calgar looked at the Primarch and asked.