svetikya Chapter 74 STC Template
Chapter 74 STC Template
Chapter 74 STC Template
"Next."
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Qin Mo took out his natal Ten Thousand Souls Banner, made hand seals, and a stream of pure spiritual energy shot out from the banner, splitting into ten thin lines that connected to the ten low-level Ten Thousand Souls Banners.
"print."
As spiritual energy surged in, the array patterns activated, and the banners of the ten low-level Myriad Soul Banners simultaneously lit up with a faint golden light.
The jet-black banner, covered in golden light, gradually changed color.
The black had turned into a bright gold, and the pattern of the Imperial Eagle was faintly visible on the banner, with seemingly sacred patterns wrapped around its edges.
Qin Mo looked at the ten golden Emperor's flags and nodded.
With a wave of his hand, Qin Mo sent ten Emperor Flags flying toward the ten servants. Each servant reached out and caught their own flag steadily.
Golden light instantly enveloped their bodies, and with the added effect of the fake human emperor's flag, these originally sinister and terrifying fighter servants were surrounded by golden light.
Like the emperor's golden guards.
Well, it's not that exaggerated, but at least to ordinary human soldiers, these golden warriors holding holy banners are undoubtedly envoys sent by the emperor.
"Although these low-level Soul Banners cannot absorb the souls of great demons, they can absorb the souls of ordinary demons and Chaos believers without any problem."
He was calculating in his mind that with ten mechs scattered across ten different defensive lines, each attack would result in the deaths of a large number of demons and Chaos cultists.
Every death is a soul; harvesting from ten points simultaneously increases efficiency.
Moreover, because of the special effects of the Emperor's Banner, these mechs appearing on the front lines can also boost morale. Increased morale and enhanced faith bring another wave of merit.
"Tomorrow, follow me. I will assign you to different defensive lines."
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"You have only one mission: to kill the enemy and collect their souls."
"If you encounter something you can't defeat, don't force it. Preserve the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and wait for me to handle it."
"Do you understand?"
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The ten servants knelt down on one knee in unison, "Yes, my lord."
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The ten servant machines were modified, the Myriad Souls Banner was forged, and everything was ready.
Qin Mo reopened the system store page.
His gaze fell on the subcategory of "Warhammer Native" and "Warhammer World: Technology".
Click to open.
A massive list unfolded before him, containing various Imperial technological products: power armor, plasma weapons, laser cannons—
But none of these things were what attracted Qin Mo's attention the most.
What truly caught his eye was a category marked in gold at the very top of the list.
【STC】
Qin Mo clicked on the detailed introduction, and a piece of text slowly unfolded on the page.
STC stands for "Standard Construction Template".
[Essentially: A supercomputer database with artificial intelligence, containing all the scientific knowledge of humanity's golden age, and capable of automatically designing optimal solutions based on needs.]
[Function: A massive automated factory built on a complete STC system, capable of producing items directly using local raw materials.]
From the simplest combat swords to the most complex spaceships, theoretically everything can be printed and manufactured.
[Note: In the current era (M41), complete STC templates are extremely rare. Most of what the Empire possesses are STC fragments, which are single-item crafting templates. Even so, the discovery of each STC fragment is enough to drive the entire Empire into a frenzy. The Mechanicus considers them sacred relics of the Pantheon, and anyone who discovers a complete STC fragment will be awarded the Empire's highest honor.]
Qin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly after reading the introduction.
"In other words, as long as you have the STC template and put in the required raw materials, it can automatically produce various weapons and equipment continuously?"
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He rubbed his chin.
"This is a good thing."
In the world of cultivation, weapon crafting is a profound art. Every magical artifact requires a weapon crafter to create it by hand, infuse it with spiritual power, and inscribe array patterns.
It is time-consuming and labor-intensive, with extremely low output.
But this STC is fully automated, produced on an assembly line, day and night.
As long as the supply of raw materials is sufficient, there is virtually no upper limit to production capacity.
The more Qin Mo thought about it, the more useful it seemed. With STC, he could arm his troops on a large scale.
Those mechanical servants previously only had the Myriad Soul Banner as their magic weapon, but if they could be equipped with the Empire's advanced weapons and equipment...
With the addition of the Soul-Gathering Banner to collect souls and basic spells as aids, the combat power increases several times over.
Furthermore, if in the future I were to build a true immortal cultivation army, and have the cultivators wear power armor and wield molten guns.
The combined cultivation of immortality and technology—the power that could be unleashed was something Qin Mo thought was quite impressive.
An ordinary Space Marine, with his powerful physique and power armor, can already take on a hundred enemies single-handedly. But what if this Space Marine also knew how to cultivate immortality?
At its most basic level, it involves air travel. Space Marines themselves cannot fly, and while their assault tactics are effective, their range is limited by the fuel available in their jetpacks.
But if one can fly, then one becomes an aerial fortress with unlimited endurance, coming and going like the wind, able to fight or leave at will.
Next, a basic protective aura. On top of the power armor, add another layer of spiritual energy shield, directly doubling the defensive power.
Furthermore, it allows for the transmission of sound over long distances and the sharing of spiritual consciousness.
Communication no longer needs to rely on communication equipment that is easily jammed.
A space marine unit that can cultivate immortality is practically a walking weapon of war.
"However, training Space Marines is not such a simple matter."
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He recalled the information he had gleaned from the souls of those who cherished the words and the Alpha Legion Space Marines: the creation of a Space Marine required an extremely complex genetic modification procedure.
First, a gene seed is needed. Then, the gene seed is implanted into the human body. Next comes the long process of nineteen organ implantation surgeries.
Each surgery requires a recovery period of several months or even years, and the entire process, from start to finish, takes at least ten years.
Moreover, the success rate is not 100%.
This kind of cultivation cycle and success rate is too slow for Qin Mo.
"Although I am a cultivator," Qin Mo thought to himself, "I have various ways to raise the physical strength of an ordinary person to a level completely comparable to that of a space warrior."
The simplest way is to cultivate physical strength.
Let him practice top-level body-refining techniques such as the "Indestructible Vajra Body" and the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill".
Once you reach the Foundation Establishment stage, your physical strength is comparable to that of a Space Marine. And once you reach the Golden Core stage, you can easily crush a Space Marine.
The problem is that training a physical cultivator requires just as much time and resources as training a space soldier.
Body-refining techniques require a large number of rare and precious materials, such as dragon blood, tiger bones, thousand-year-old lingzhi mushrooms, and ten-thousand-year-old black iron.
Each breakthrough in a new realm requires an astronomical amount of money.
Moreover, the cultivation time is at least three to five years, and often more than ten or twenty years, making mass production impossible.
"One or two is fine, but we need to build a whole legion."
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Qin Mo shook his head.
"Unrealistic."
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