Rhodes took a small carrier to his three other star systems.
He had to bring back his two scientists—Salome and the Zett.
He also had another task: with Mefilasian's help, move the Ork Ranch planet into his system.
Rhodes had held this Ork Ranch for a year, with three harvests, the last just days before. The planet was now cleared of Orks, so Rhodes planned to turn it into an agri-world near his Forge World.
The Forge World was his private military domain, set to produce Mecha Ultra Warriors and King Joe robots.
When Mefilas received Rhodes' message, he immediately grew to a giant size and floated above the planet, wrapping it in psychic power and using his abilities to shrink the entire planet to a sphere just dozens of meters across.
"Master, I'm done—hurry and finish the miniaturization. I can only hold it for three minutes at most," Mepfilas said.
His power had been pushed to its limit, but shrinking an entire planet wasn't easy. This wasn't brute-force compression, but shrinking matter on a molecular level.
No life remained on the planet—all monsters had been recalled by Rhodes. Otherwise, he'd only be able to hold it for ten seconds.
Rhodes nodded, used the system's recall to pull Mefilas into system space, and then released him.
After being released, Mefilas threw the giant sphere into orbit one AU from the star, where it resumed normal size.
Thus, they completed an interstellar planet move. Mefilas then adjusted its orbit to perfectly fit the system.
"Whew! Master, this is exhausting!" Mefilas panted, wiping his brow.
"You did well, Mefilas. For the next three weeks, you'll be in charge here. I need you to move the moons of the gas giants and some outer planets into the habitable zone and arrange their orbits for all three systems," Rhodes said.
It was a huge job—remodeling three star systems.
"No problem, Master. Weren't you going to take me on the Crusade?" Mefilas asked.
"No rush. I was, but now it's not needed," Rhodes replied.
He'd wanted Mefilas along to fight Magnus, as the Mephilasian's powers weren't fully upgraded before. Now, after the Tyranid war, his powers were maxed out.
Guilliman had merged with the Cosmic Tortoise, and Rhodes could counter Magnus's psychic might. He also now had the Emperor's psychic power and awakened Guilliman was a powerhouse.
There was no need for Mefilas to go—he should secure Rhodes' base systems.
"Understood, Master! Your command is everything. I'll process all the planets in these systems swiftly," Mefilas nodded.
With his cosmic abilities and instant movement, he could be a god for a week—moving planets and adjusting atmospheres easily.
"I'm giving you a year—get all three systems up and running, with dozens of habitable worlds," Rhodes ordered.
"Master, it won't take a year—just a few months, half a year at most," Mefilas replied.
With his powers, handling these systems was trivial. He'd even terraform the planets as he went.
"Don't overwork yourself. Rest first—then start. After a year, I'll launch the Crusade, and you'll serve as my chief strategist, even leading a fleet," Rhodes said.
He needed a military advisor he could trust, and Mefilas was perfect.
The Indomitable Crusade would be split into several fleets. Rhodes would lead the first with Elena.
He'd assign other trusted Ultraman aliens to lead the rest, keeping tight communications via the system.
"No problem, Master. I'm good at this—whether as an advisor or fleet commander," Mefilas declared.
Rhodes nodded. Soon, his two scientists, Salome and the Zett, arrived at his flagship.
"Long time no see, Master!" Salome greeted excitedly.
Zett was more reserved—he just bowed.
"You've been here for months. How's the Forge World coming along?"
Including Rhodes' campaign at Baal, it had been over four months.
"Master, we mobilized everyone and planned perfectly. The planet is now divided into four major foundry districts, all semi-automated," Salome said.
"Nice! Tell me your progress—I'm eager to hear it," Rhodes said.
"I'll start. I'm in charge of the Mecha Ultra Warrior production, plus power armor, power weapons, chain weapons, and bolter manufacturing.
First, we've built two large factories for Mecha Ultra Warriors—two can be built simultaneously. Within six months, we should finish four, modeled after Mecha Ace and Mecha Seven, matching their combat and ray abilities.
The industrial zone can now mass-produce my new Terminator-class power armor and all types of power weapons—hammers, claws, fists, swords, and chain weapons.
We've also set up a facility for Pedanium-ray weapons, sized for those three-meter-tall giants," Salome boasted.
"Excellent! I can't wait for my Mecha Ultra Warrior army," Rhodes said.
He now had the Ultra Brothers, and the new mechas, though not system-enhanced, were still as strong as a regular Ultra—far beyond even Imperial Titans.
"With Cawl's help, I've gained Archmagos status in the Mechanicus. My Mecha Ultra Warriors are registered as a new Imperial Titan class. Mars HQ will send inspectors soon," Salome added.
"I know! That's part of our plan," Rhodes replied.
To infiltrate the Mechanicus, Rhodes had Herotia and Zett join under Archmagos Cawl's sponsorship.
On Terra, he'd have them recognized as Archmagi.
Mecha Ultra Warriors would become a new class of Imperial Titan.