met free Chapter 27 Busy Li Wei
Chapter 27 Busy Li Wei
Magnus patted Levi on the shoulder at the opportune moment, his tone carrying an undeniable smile: "That's right. So I have no choice but to lend him to you."
"Li Wei is the only think tank of the Thousand Sons, and also the chief think tank. In terms of psionic knowledge and warp anomaly handling, no one in the entire Legion is more suitable than him."
"He will help you train the first batch of steel warrior think tanks that can stand on their own, but you also have to help me modify the Thousand Sons' power armor and ship firepower systems to make up for our weaknesses in attack."
As he spoke, he pointed to the steel warriors not far away, dressed in Iron Cavalry-style Terminator armor and carrying heavy explosive cannons on their shoulders.
The external servo arms and heavy-duty thermoforming guns hanging on their bodies made Magnus's eyes flash with undisguised envy.
Although the distribution of the Thousand Sons is a priority for the Empire, it is supported by the basic logistical support of the Mechanicus.
However, the Cult of Mechanism was not very willing to cooperate with the Thousand Sons, and always used the excuse that "psychic energy will corrupt the machine soul" to restrict the most advanced forging technology and heavy equipment.
Peturabo's gaze fell on Li Wei, who was rubbing his temples and sighing, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.
He was extremely dissatisfied with the result, after all, he and Li Wei had argued fiercely about whether to save civilians or resources, and he was not happy to see Li Wei.
But he couldn't find any better alternative. After a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth:
"Okay. But I'll set the rules. I'll also help you with the mechanical modifications and equipment supplies you want."
Magnus immediately reached out and shook hands firmly with his calloused hand, and the two finalized their alliance, beginning subsequent discussions on resource and personnel coordination.
Li Wei watched the transaction between the two Primarchs, but he was on the verge of tears, knowing that he was in the wrong.
It's because he was lazy and hid in the library, refusing to set up a think tank.
The days that followed were truly bitter for Li Wei.
He had to travel back and forth daily between his own Crimson Book and Peturabo's flagship Ironblood aboard the Stormhawk.
On Qianzi's side, he needs to screen think tank candidates, formulate strict psionic rules for them, and teach them advanced psionic skills and in-depth knowledge of subspace protection.
Upon arriving at the Iron Warriors' side, at Perturabo's request, all the fancy psionic techniques had to be abandoned, and only the most practical content had to be taught.
Sensing unusual psionic fluctuations, constructing basic mental barriers, guiding subspace energy, and how to use psionic marking to conceal targets and guide orbital artillery for precise strikes...
The most outrageous thing is that Peturabo would stand by with his arms crossed, supervising the whole process, interrupting and pointing fingers from time to time, cutting out all the parts he thought were "mystical".
They even forcibly renamed psionic meditation "Daily Mental Calibration Training".
Even when using subspace energy attacks, no complicated gestures or incantations are allowed; the energy must be released directly.
Three months later, on an unconquered planet, Li Wei led his newly formed think tank of three hundred steel warriors to a resounding victory.
This planet has been occupied by fallen psionicists who worship dark forces.
Hidden in underground fortresses, they tore open an unstable warp rift with the souls and blood of millions of Imperial citizens, summoning countless warp predators.
Warp predators are amorphous psionic malicious entities within the warp, and are not governed by the physical laws of the physical universe.
Ordinary bombs and artillery fire do little damage to them.
The Iron Warriors had previously launched three fierce attacks, all of which resulted in heavy losses, and they hadn't even managed to touch the gate of the fortress.
Li Wei deployed three members of the Iron Warriors Think Tank to various locations across the battlefield, using psychic perception to locate all warp predators before simultaneously unleashing psychic attacks to annihilate them completely.
He then guided the think tanks to concentrate their psionic energy into beams of light, tearing through the warp shield of the underground fortress. Combined with Peturabo's orbital bombardment, they destroyed the lair of the fallen psionicists in one fell swoop.
The victory was clean and decisive, and the Lord of Steel, Perturabo, was very satisfied. For the first time ever, he patted Li Wei on the shoulder with such force that he almost knocked him over.
Then, on the list of modifications the Iron Warriors gave to the Thousand Sons Legion.
Ten additional sets of Iron Cavalry-type Terminator armor and three heavy macro cannon turrets were added, and Peturabo also loosened his grip.
"The training is on track, so you don't need to come every day. From now on, just come once a week to check on their training progress."
Upon hearing this, Li Wei almost burst into tears of joy.
After enduring three whole months, he was finally freed.
He dragged his leaden legs back to the Crimson Book.
Li Wei stumbled into his lounge, lay down on the high-backed leather office chair, and didn't even bother to take off his power armor.
It was only then that he realized that forcing himself to establish a think tank headquarters wasn't so bad after all.
In the past, he had to do everything himself, from sorting out ancient books to handling abnormal events, and even he had to take time to oversee the daily scheduling of the legion.
Now that the first batch of established Thousand Sons Think Tanks has been established, all the mundane tasks such as monitoring subspace fluctuations and teaching new recruits psionic knowledge can be handled by them.
Of course, Levi had never done these things before, leaving them all to Ahriman to handle, which was what annoyed Magnus.
It's outrageous that a leading think tank doesn't do any work.
"I wonder how Ahriman is doing now?"
Li Wei thought of the hardworking and dedicated Aliman and missed him dearly. He shook his head, temporarily putting aside his distractions, and focused on figuring out how to deal with the silver-white warship.
He originally intended to embezzle the warship.
But Magnus was delighted to learn from Peturabo that Levi said the Thousand Sons had a way to clean up the subspace contamination on the warship.
Magnus actually knew that Senko didn't have that ability.
But if Li Wei said that, it would mean that he had the ability to remove the subspace contamination from the warship.
The memory of Li Wei clearing away the mutations in his flesh and blood was still vivid in his mind.
Magnus then demanded that he clean up the pollution on this golden-age colonial ship.
According to the assessment of the Thousand Sons technical strategist, if this warship is properly repaired and equipped with a large number of light spear arrays and macro cannon turrets, it will be a warship comparable to the Glory Queen.
But Li Weizhen had no way to deal with it, and he didn't dare to secretly dispose of the ship now.
He's currently under Magnus's watchful eye, and if this ship were to disappear without a trace, it would be a huge problem.
Li Wei scratched his head in frustration, wondering if he should just tell Magnus to throw the ship into the sun and destroy it.
Although it is a great pity that the silver-white ship was destroyed in this way, it will prevent the storm lord within it from running out and causing havoc on the world.
Just as Li Wei was lost in thought...
dong dong!
"My lord, I have something to ask of you."
There was a gentle knock on the door of his lounge, and a strange yet arrogant voice came from outside.
"Enter!"
Li Wei immediately sat up straight. Things were different now; he was now the chief think tank leader overseeing hundreds of think tank units, so he had to be mindful of his image.