Chapter 103 Terra Conference

"Everyone, it's time to start."

On a long table, Yang Cheng sat in the middle, and on both sides were various imperial officials.

Governor Tarkin, Kylo Ren, Archbishop Fander, Archmagos Calbot, Angron, and several of the highest officials of the Astra Militarum.

"TMD, half of the rebels are here"

When Yang Cheng looked at these people who were originally the crumbs of Warhammer, he couldn't help but sigh. This team is a bit difficult to lead.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, we are now prepared to deal with the alien aliens in these war zones, but..."

Looking at the troubled Astra Militarum commander in front of him, Yang Cheng reduced his psychic pressure a little, and then said in a kind tone.

"Say it, frontline affairs come first"

"That's right. It's too troublesome for us to deal with these alien prisoners of war and civilians. Even if we execute them one by one, it will still take a long time."

"These have seriously affected the energy of our soldiers. We are even preparing to gather these aliens together and then execute them with artillery..."

"Sir! I hope you understand! This kind of thing can easily make the machine soul angry!! At the same time, this is also a blasphemy against these gods' machines!"

Kalbo looked at the senior Astra Militarum official who stood up and said fiercely.

"Killing aliens? Why do you feel tired?"

Angron looked at the officer and said nonchalantly.

"The Death Star might be able to handle them..."

"Are you using that great machine of God as a broomstick? My Majesty the Emperor! My Majesty the God of All Machines! What a blasphemy! If it weren't for the fact that you are the governor, I would definitely make you a machine servant. !!!"

Seeing that Tarkin and Kalbo were about to fight, the servants and guards around them hurriedly pulled the two away.

This is already the Nth time the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Imperial Navy have been at loggerheads. They have argued over whether to build a church on the Star Destroyer and tattoo a double-headed eagle on the blaster.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, I have a proposal. We can use mustard gas to poison those aliens."

"poison gas?"

Yang Cheng immediately became interested when he heard this proposal, and he couldn't wait to listen.

"Yes, it takes hundreds of millions of ammunition or tens of millions of artillery shells to kill hundreds of millions of aliens, but we must care about the psychological problems of the imperial soldiers and the logistical problems."

"This is my idea, to build several large-scale garbage transfer stations on the original shelters of the Tribunal. Of course, everyone knows about these garbage. We can use poisonous gas to smoke the aliens to death and then throw them into the incinerator."

"Then why not throw it directly into the incinerator? This can also save time?"

Yang Cheng raised his own question.

"Is that so? I think my idea needs to be improved."

"No, this is good enough. Killing yourself with poisonous gas is indeed a good idea. Those alien corpses can still be used by us."

"Well, I designed a truck that can consume 100 aliens at a time."

Yang Cheng took the drawing and looked at it, then shook his head and said.

"No, the efficiency is too slow"

Yang Cheng looked at the great sage Kalbo beside him and asked.

"I need some factories to produce a poison gas carriage, which will be led by a special carriage. It can handle 1 aliens in one minute. Of course, if you squeeze it more tightly, you can fit more."

"No problem, Your Majesty the Emperor, I will arrange for mechanical slaves to do it."

"Not only that, this method is still too slow. After all, there are hundreds of millions of aliens waiting for us to deal with."

"Open more alien shooting ranges. Then can those delicious aliens."

"Understood, Emperor"

"Now the gun targets of the Ministry of Justice should no longer be made of wood or plastic. They should all be replaced by aliens. Their bodies will further upgrade the empire's security force."

"Your Majesty, I have an idea"

Archbishop Fandel stood up and handed a picture to Yang Cheng.

"We can classify the captured aliens. Those who are strong and useful can be gassed to death, while those who are small and useless can be thrown directly into the incinerator."

"For corpses, we can make them into servitors and other mechanical equipment. Our medical researchers can try to extract the medical parts from the internal organs."

"Very good, this is a very good proposal."

"The most efficient way to achieve industrialized assembly line massacre"

"Great Sage Kalbo, at this rate, how many aliens can we kill in one Terran year?"

"We can currently produce 3000 of these vehicles. One Terran day can process 5 aliens, and one Terran year can process approximately 18,250,000. This does not include the processing of the incinerator."

"Hurry up and produce. In addition, these special-shaped ashes can be used as fertilizer. Don't forget it."

With these words, the meeting ended. Yang Cheng raised the goblet beside him to salute everyone.

"After our generation, future generations will no longer have this kind of consciousness, so we must create a world for our descendants, a world with only humans."

Yang Cheng and these people had already announced the outcome of the billions of aliens in the future while talking and laughing.