The Void Dragon, Mag'lodroth, had authority that perfectly covered the domain of the Tripartite Machine Spirit.
In other words, any existence in the mechanical field could not escape the control of the Void Dragon, unless a new God was born in the Warp, and in a domain that could rival him.
Vashtorr, the Demigod of the Warp and creator of Daemon Engines, was on this path.
But for now, Vashtorr was still a Demigod, far from being a corner of the Eight-Pointed Star, and unable to contend with the Star Gods of the material universe.
"How do you feel?" Emrys asked.
"Not bad." Mag'lodroth smacked his lips as if savoring something.
"Their data computing model is different from the current model of the Mechanicus; it's more efficient—and it also hides a huge database. If you need it, I can violently crack it."
"Not for now."
Emrys shook his head.
"Keep them for now; maybe they'll still be useful."
Listening to their conversation, the Tripartite Machine Spirit trembled, especially the Soul of Logic, which had bitterness written all over its face. It never expected that the agreement it casually proposed would end up trapping itself!
If it were Emrys, they believed that with his ability, there was still a chance to find a flaw.
But now, the overall control of the protocol, originally the Fourth Pillar, had been changed to the 'Void Dragon.' This C'tan, who controlled the mechanical domain of the material universe, despite still being a fragment, had an almost unreasonable power of dominion over Machine Spirit life!
Want to escape control?
It was impossible in this life. The Void Dragon only needed a thought to completely annihilate the rationality they had accumulated over tens of thousands of years!
"I don't understand—" The Soul of Logic looked at Emrys bitterly, posing its question.
"Why would a great C'tan of the material universe obey your commands so readily? In our database, even the 'Necrons' of the past never made a C'tan willingly submit."
"Hm?" Emrys suddenly turned his head, his eyes like a hawk, staring intently at them.
"Necrons—how did you know that name?"
Necrons were the predecessors of the Space Necrons.
But now, including the Eldar, they only referred to them as 'Space Necrons,' and not by the ancient title of 'Necrons.'
Faced with his questioning, the Soul of Logic fell silent, while the Soul of Rage sneered with a mix of fear and annoyance.
"What's the big deal? We know a lot more than just the Necrons."
"It seems your secrets are even more numerous than I imagined." Emrys looked at them meaningfully, then turned to the Void Dragon and said.
"They're yours. Watch them well. Do a good job—and I'll reduce your sentence by fifty years."
Upon hearing the words 'sentence reduction,' the Void Dragon's eyes immediately burst with light, and he turned to the Tripartite Machine Spirit with a sinister grin.
"Don't worry, with me around, they won't be able to stir up any trouble!"
A month later.
On world CV-7721, the remaining resources like ore, including the adamantium-like vein, had all been excavated and transferred to other Worlds.
With Emrys present, their fleet had an advantage over other Rogue Traders.
That was, they didn't need to worry about supply issues. Emrys, backed by several Worlds, could always summon ample resources, iron ore, food, and so on.
Thirty thousand tons of adamantium ore were handed over to Nemesis Prime.
His technical team was responsible for analyzing the composition of this alloy and trying to replicate it.
But if it couldn't be replicated, then it would be integrated into power armor to create a new generation of more comprehensive and powerful power armor styles. As for the blueprints, Emrys could only rely on memory and the few remaining Oath-bound artifacts from his family to have Nemesis Prime imitate the style of 'Golden Corn' to restore it as much as possible.
After the battleship completed its resupply and emptied this world, their new voyage was about to begin.
"Do you have any suggestions?"
Emrys, in the bridge command center, looked at his biological father, 'Edoras.'
"Suggestions?" Edoras, still in his arrogant manner, laughed.
"A truly mature Rogue Trader doesn't need anyone's advice. This is your route, a new, undiscovered route. Everything is unknown and requires you to explore it yourself. Of course, if you want to choose my route, I have no objections."
"You can shut up now."
This old man kept saying he wasn't mature, making Emrys give him an exasperated glare, then turn to the star chart.
Their current position was to the left of the planned route, about a few dozen light-years off. If they entered the Warp, they could return to the correct path in just a few days.
After a moment of thought, Emrys made a decision: continue along the current route.
As long as the destination, the endpoint marked on the star chart, remained unchanged, the method or direction of travel was actually irrelevant.
Warp engine activated!
The Tripartite Machine Spirit also officially connected to the battleship's auxiliary Machine Spirit control console, and the cold voice of the Soul of Logic echoed on the bridge.
"Orbital prediction initiated, Warp navigation, astropath connection, route star chart connection—beginning route planning."
It must be said that with the addition of the Tripartite Machine Spirit, the Excalibur's Warp routes became clearer and more understandable.
Warp storms that were previously unavoidable, or even difficult to predict, were almost all perfectly evaded with the addition of the Soul of Logic!
Moreover, with the 'Eternal Forge,' their travel speed in the Warp was almost like skipping stones at light speed, increasing by dozens of times!
A few days later, they reached the Mandeville Point predicted by the Soul of Logic, where they could safely exit.
"Very good."
Just as Emrys was about to have the fleet exit the Warp for a brief rest, he heard the long-unheard system suddenly give a prompt.
"Ding!"
"Dear Traveler, a small traversable node has been detected ahead. Would you like to proceed?"
"What does 'small traversable node' mean?"
Emrys was stunned for a few seconds. This was the first time he had heard of a small node. Did that mean all previous ones were large nodes?
"Small traversable node world, meaning it can be entered once, cannot be anchored, consumes immense energy, and cannot be expanded."
The system's explanation was vague, but he still barely understood a bit, like it was a small instance.
Cannot be re-entered, unknown rewards.
After much thought, Emrys nodded.
"Okay, can I bring other personnel?"
"Can bring."
"Understood."
Emrys remained calm, then pressed the communication button.
"Winnie, Ilia, Hilda, come find me on the bridge command center. Everyone else, rest."
This was a benefit given by the system; it would be a waste not to take it!
He pondered for a moment, fearing it might not be enough, so he added.
"Have Olsen come too, and bring a company."
That should be enough, right?