Mars Fabricator-General Oudia sorrowfully realized that even after expanding so many cogitator arrays and almost transforming himself into a fully mechanical state, he was still foolish.
Belisarius Cawl was spreading the true faith on Mars, while he, in his ignorance and stupidity, had regarded it as a heretical false belief.
Even when original power stood before him, he, in his ignorance, still failed to perceive the divine mechanical radiance emanating from it, nor the sublime power it constantly exuded.
This must be because there were still too many fleshy components in his body!
Fortunately, the great prime mover was so tolerant; even though he was foolish and ignorant, it did not hesitate to bestow its divine will and sublime power upon him.
The will and power of original power, Saint Doraemon, surged into his body.
His mechanical body immediately felt as if it had been injected with lubricant mixed with holy oil; the efficiency of every component increased by 222%, and the cogitator arrays ran as smoothly as metal plates polished for ten thousand years. His processing power also dramatically increased, and many problems that Oudia was still calculating became easily solvable.
Undoubtedly, that was the Omnissiah, that was original power that propelled all things into existence, the great prime mover.
If Oudia still had eyes, he would surely be in tears.
There is hope! The Golden Throne is saved!
What? The 'Wrath of the Omnissiah Worshippers' promised to Irthu?
Now, Oudia only wanted to vent this wrath upon the Minister of Adeptus Administratum Irthu.
The fat man almost made him miss bowing to original power.
So Oudia bowed to Alexander, requesting Alexander to use the great power of original power to repair the Golden Throne.
However, Alexander's words made Fabricator-General Oudia pause.
"The mechanical part of the Golden Throne is fine."
"Have you considered the wetware part?"
Fabricator-General Oudia almost instinctively wanted to retort.
He had, of course, checked all the components, every mechanical and wetware structure, whether he knew their function or not, Oudia had checked them all.
But at the last moment before speaking, he remembered.
There was one structure he hadn't checked, even though that structure was the key to the entire Golden Throne system.
It was a somewhat dry wetware.
Oudia gasped, and he understood.
Tieron also gasped; he didn't understand machines, but his mind worked quickly, and he also understood what Alexander was referring to.
To call that person 'wetware' was too blasphemous, Tieron felt horrified.
However, Oudia didn't feel that calling the one on the Golden Throne 'wetware' was blasphemous at all.
Words like 'wetware,' 'machine,' and 'inhuman' were considered compliments within the Adeptus Mechanicus.
If you cursed someone within the Adeptus Mechanicus, saying they were cold and inhuman, just like a machine, the person being cursed would even say 'thank you for the compliment.'
What truly concerned Oudia was Alexander's hint, a hint that the one on the Golden Throne had malfunctioned.
He eagerly wanted to ask about the specific situation but suddenly remembered there was a group of Tech-Priests serving him here.
However, Alexander slightly raised his hand at this moment, and a slight tremor emanated from his hand. Those Tech-Priests suddenly stopped functioning as if they had been deprived of power.
Only Oudia, Tieron, and Alexander remained conscious in the entire room. Of course, Nobita, who followed Alexander, could also be considered conscious.
Fabricator-General Oudia marveled at Alexander's skill, who could stop several heavily modified Tech-Priests from operating with a mere raise of his hand.
"My Lord, do you mean that the Omnissiah has malfunctioned?" Oudia anxiously asked.
Not everyone within the Adeptus Mechanicus actually acknowledged that the Emperor was the Omnissiah.
Most high-ranking officials of the Imperium and the Adeptus Mechanicus understood: the Adeptus Mechanicus publicly declared that the Emperor was the Omnissiah they worshipped, and the Imperium turned a blind eye to what the Adeptus Mechanicus did.
But Oudia was a minority; he devoutly believed that the Emperor was the Omnissiah, the incarnation of the Omnissiah walking among humanity.
Therefore, he was almost obsessively dedicated to repairing and maintaining the functions of the Golden Throne.
But now Alexander, this Saint Doraemon, who was very likely original power, told Oudia a possibility he dared not imagine.
The Golden Throne itself actually had no problem; the real problem was the Omnissiah itself. The Omnissiah had malfunctioned.
No wonder, no wonder successive Mars Fabricator-Generals believed that the day the Golden Throne's functions failed would be the end of the entire galaxy.
A malfunction in the Omnissiah meant a malfunction in one of the Omnissiah's three wills; it meant a malfunction in the Omnissiah itself.
And the Omnissiah was the collection of all machines, motion, and laws. If it malfunctioned, the entire galaxy would naturally malfunction as well.
Alexander paused slightly at Oudia's question.
Most of Oudia's thoughts were conducted mechanically, which Alexander could clearly read.
How to put it, although the process was a bit bizarre, the result seemed similar.
The Emperor had indeed encountered problems, and the problems he faced would indeed lead to the end of the entire galaxy.
It was just that the Emperor's problem was not a malfunction of the Omnissiah as Oudia understood it, but rather the Emperor's impending ascension to the Dark King.
However, considering Oudia's unique Adeptus Mechanicus worldview, Alexander did not rush to explain concepts like the Dark King, corrosive destruction, Malicious Art, and the Omnissiah in the Warp. Instead, he nodded slightly to him: "There's nothing wrong with you saying that."
Despair emanated from Oudia's emotions. Machines could still be attempted to be repaired with human wisdom, but how could the Omnissiah's malfunction be repaired?
"But it's fine; its condition is much better now." Alexander softened his voice slightly and said to Oudia.
The Emperor had twice cut the corrosive destruction domain towards Alexander. Although not much, it had relieved some of his pressure, allowing him to hold on in that position for a few more centuries.
At least the Emperor promised Alexander that he could last until after the forty-third millennium of humanity.
Oudia's thoughts first paused for a moment, then surged with intense joy.
That's right, that's right, the only one in this world who could repair the Omnissiah's malfunction could only be another will of the Omnissiah.
If Oudia had harbored even a tiny bit of doubt about Alexander's identity before, that doubt had now vanished. Even if Alexander didn't use his authority to guide Oudia's thoughts, he would devoutly believe Alexander was original power.
"You can go check the Golden Throne now; you will find that it has at least returned to its state from a millennium ago."
Oudia's emotions surged with ecstasy. He yearned to go to the Imperial Palace immediately to confirm the Golden Throne's status.
Then… then there was no 'then.'
Oudia, Tieron, and Alexander just stared at each other.
Oudia's dwarf terminal twisted its head to look at Tieron, its translucent green glass eyes flickering with light.
This body of his obviously couldn't move on its own and required some external assistance, which Tieron usually handled.
"I'll go arrange for the transport vehicle and crane." Tieron sighed helplessly, moving his flabby body and jogging out of the room.
"I'm not asking you to make your body smaller." Alexander rubbed his temples and said: "But you should at least add tracks or legs, shouldn't you?"
The two-headed dwarf terminal standing before Alexander hastily bowed respectfully to him.
"My Lord, I will dismantle some mechanical structures and replace them with mobile units."
"But seventy-three percent of my body is cogitator arrays, and the main components are fragile wetware. Terra does not have the conditions for dismantling."
Oudia was indeed reluctant to part with his massive body, which he had spent centuries modifying. It was proof of his immense proximity to the Omnissiah.
But if it meant removing some cogitator arrays and replacing them with mobile units, it was still acceptable.
Previously, to gain more processing power, the cogitator arrays installed on Oudia's body had reached the limit of his power supply system, requiring him to drag a large number of power cables to maintain normal activity.
Now that the Golden Throne was repaired, Oudia no longer needed so many cogitator arrays to expand his thoughts. He could remove some and run others at low power, freeing up energy to install mobile units.
As he spoke, Oudia hesitated slightly.
He wanted to request Alexander to visit Mars, but Oudia was considering whether this request should come from him.
After all, Belisarius Cawl was the Archmagos of the Adeptus Mechanicus chosen by Alexander, and Oudia even felt that the position of Fabricator-General would soon go to Belisarius Cawl.
Alexander read Oudia's thoughts.
"Archmagos Cawl won't take your Fabricator-General position."
Alexander said with a bit of helplessness:
"He hasn't become that desperate yet. Don't worry, the Fabricator-General position is still yours."
Oudia breathed a slight sigh of relief.
The Fabricator-General was one of the twelve High Lords with relatively less pressure, not because his work was less, but because Oudia, through these mechanical modifications, had long surpassed mortal thought capacity, even Astartes couldn't rival him, so handling the High Lord's work was relatively easier.
In other words, another high-quality workhorse.
"Mars..."
Alexander stroked his chin. Guilliman actually hoped that Alexander could replicate what the Emperor had done back then, gaining deeper control over the Adeptus Mechanicus:
"I will find a suitable time to visit Mars."
Oudia's dwarf terminal bowed respectfully again: "Your visit will make Mars even more sacred and glorious, just like the Omnissiah's visit back then."
"Hmm?" Alexander detected a hint of doubt in Oudia's consciousness. Before Alexander could scrutinize what that doubt was, Oudia candidly spoke.
"My Lord, when you visit Mars, would you please answer a perplexity for your ignorant follower?"
Oudia's voice carried some hesitation:
"What form of existence are the dragons on Mars?"
Alexander raised his eyebrows slightly.
And in the blind spot of Oudia and Alexander's vision, a momentary gleam flashed in Nobita's eyes as he gazed at Oudia for a moment.