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Chapter 346: The Synaptic Lathe Activates
🕑 Added 2025-10-07 12:14:46 +0000 UTCChapter 346: The Synaptic Lathe Activates
"My Lord! At the current efficiency, we can obtain over a hundred million Greenskins every 30 days, and the output will soon double again.
"These Greenskins are under our strict surveillance from birth to maturity. With their cognitive learning speed, it's impossible for them to find a way to break out of these facilities! There are also no materials available for them to use.
"Each of these sealed areas is individually and completely enclosed, ensuring that they cannot form a sufficiently powerful collective consciousness. And if we need to limit their numbers, the pre-installed high-temperature sterilization equipment in these facilities can ensure the swift elimination of these Greenskins.
"Furthermore, if needed, the Zerg Creep can ensure that no unplanned spores are produced. The exterior of the facilities is protected by both Zerg and Protoss, ensuring that even if a containment breach occurs, we have enough strength to resolve it."
Lucan was very satisfied with Pavian's introduction. The entire process seemed very safe and complete. If they were farmed in this way, not only could they provide an endless supply of biological wetware for the Synaptic Lathe, but they could also provide a massive amount of biomass for the Zerg.
After acquiring the new genetic sequences from the Tyranids, the Zerg's demand for biomass had increased once again. Abathur could use biomass to build an ultimate unit like the Swarmlord, or he could use a large amount of it to create bio-titans similar to the Hierophant. This would remedy the Zerg's shortcomings in high-end combat power and giant war machines. But the biomass consumed by both of these was terrifying.
Lucan walked past a breeding area. Through the glass, he saw the Greenskins inside. They were in their most primitive state. There were no other creatures in the entire area besides their own kind. The Greenskins, growing up in this sealed, efficient space, were happily brawling with each other. They did not feel sad about being trapped here.
As long as there was a fight, they were happy.
"I'm almost envious... these Greenskins are so carefree," Lucan couldn't help but sigh.
As the battle inside came to an end, Lucan noticed that the physique of one of the Greenskins had clearly grown much larger. The victory in battle was causing it to gradually evolve in the direction of a Warboss. The surrounding Greenskins also showed expressions of fear towards it. If the Orks here continued to reproduce and fight, this particular Ork might even truly develop into a proper Warboss.
Although it had no weapons, the physical strength of an Ork of this level was terrifying. This was the kind of containment breach that Pavian was worried about.
But just as Lucan was about to ask Pavian how he solved this problem, several laser turrets suddenly appeared in the breeding chamber. Under a barrage of high-energy laser fire, this would-be Ork Warboss was instantly shot full of holes. Without the support of armor, flesh had an extremely low resistance to energy weapons.
"Hehe, Lord Lucan, rest assured," Pavian said. "The entire breeding center has an extremely complete and rigorous monitoring system. How could we ignore their ability to evolve? The psionic detection system here scans the WAAAGH! energy level of every individual Greenskin in every breeding area. The servo-system's physical and combat power analysis module will also assign a rating to each of them. The moment any Greenskin exceeds the set limit, the cleaning system will kill it! And the appearance of a Greenskin of this level also means that the number of Orks in this area has reached its upper limit. It's about time for them to be harvested."
As Pavian finished his introduction, a strong neuro-anaesthetic gas began to be released into the breeding area. In this sealed environment, with a potency and concentration that not even an Astartes could withstand, one Ork after another collapsed to the ground. Soon, a fleet of large engineering vehicles, under the protection of a full squad of Raiders and Tech-priests, shoveled up all the Orks like so much garbage and transported them out of the breeding chamber.
Before long, the spores left behind in this breeding chamber would give rise to a new batch of Orks. The entire process formed a cycle, like a perpetual motion machine. And these transported Orks would be sent to the Synaptic Lathe at the first opportunity.
After confirming that the Ork farming was on the right track, Lucan immediately went to the Synaptic Lathe. At this moment, the number of Orks installed in the machine had already exceeded one hundred million. All of them were immersed in the illusions created for them.
Arriving at the central control console, Pavian invited Lucan to press the button. In his eyes, this world-changing feat had to be performed by Lucan.
Lucan, too, eagerly activated the Synaptic Lathe. As the button was pressed, the Grand Prism began to draw energy from the star. A massive amount of power, so great it formed a visible beam of light, flowed into the machine. The life-support pods before them began to operate, and pale blue arcs of electricity began to flow through the conduits. The incredibly active minds of the Greenskins began to be converted into special neural chips.
Lucan eagerly opened the System.
One percent... two percent... three percent...
The research speed bonus displayed on the system interface was continuously increasing. Even at one percent, for a top-tier technology that cost tens of thousands of research points, the reduction in cost was very considerable. And the time required for the technology currently being researched was also decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
In the game, one hundred million population could not achieve this level of research bonus. It was clear that the Orks' "know-wotz" was beginning to play a role. The incomprehensible technical problems of the warp drive were being imported into the minds of these Orks, and the power of their belief was accelerating the technological breakthrough.
"One year... no, not even a year!" Lucan exclaimed. "At the current rate, it will only take six months to complete the breakthrough on the warp drive!"
All the surrounding Tech-priests looked at the scene with fanaticism.
"Pavian! Is the energy supply sufficient to maintain its operation?"
"No problem at all. In a few more months, the Grand Prisms in the other two star systems will also be completed!"
"Excellent! Run the Synaptic Lathe at full power! Don't worry about the lives of these Orks! We have enough Greenskins to consume!"
"I'm already on it, my Lord!" Pavian replied. "With the life force of these Greenskins, they can withstand a year of this榨取 before their bodies are exhausted. But... there is one more thing..."
"Speak."
"Do you remember the 'god-making plan' we mentioned? The experimental data shows that the mind-integration ability of the Synaptic Lathe is even stronger than the collective consciousness of these Greenskins. This means we can safely use their 'know-wotz'! I request your permission to make an attempt!"
"'God-making'? Are you planning to use me as the subject?"
"Yes," Pavian said, his eyes gleaming. "In my eyes, you are the only one who is qualified!"
With Lucan's permission, Pavian excitedly began his experiment. As the dream was being created, the cognitive awareness in the minds of the Orks began to be disordered. Their perception of Gork and Mork began to twist.
One second, in their impression, the immeasurably vast Gork and Mork were there. The next, their image began to change. As the racial gods of the Greenskins, Gork and Mork were completely tied to them. Even these newborn Orks had an innate knowledge of their existence in their minds.
But now, the image of Gork and Mork was no longer that of giant Greenskins. It had changed into the form of a human.
An Ork body... with Lucan's face. Two identical, new versions of Gork and Mork were born at this moment.
