Chapter 143 Icarus’ work relic upgrade, gravity accessories
After the pleasure brought by shooting, Alan Bayer saw that the thing in his hand became scrap metal, and the core crystal on it became dim after stimulating energy.
"Defective product..." He looked at the powerful-looking experimental product, and it was not difficult to understand why such a weapon was not locked in the reliquary.
It's just a toy that crudely imitates the creations of the Dark Ages. It has value, but it has little actual effect. Thinking about it, Alan Bair may have destroyed an unknown amount of manpower and material resources in the empire with just one shot.
"The empire forgives me for my sins."
But no matter how pious he said, his hands did not hesitate to throw the tattered gun aside. At the end of this dark 40th millennium, although faith is important, pragmatism is also prevalent.
In the days of constant war, those who hesitate and those who are disloyal will die in the cruel dark void, and Alan Bair is obviously not among them.
At this moment, the secret room of the Mechanicus was dimly illuminated by the light revealed by the database. He could only rely on the dim light to find out how many treasures there were in this secret room, which was about the size of a stadium.
Due to the smoke, dust and debris, the servitors cannot set foot in such a holy place, and the oil man does not like housework. The feeling of exploring here is a bit like exploring the green skinned lair. At this moment, Alan Bair had to think of the captain's comments.
"As long as they wear the same robes, I can't tell the difference between a Tech Sage and an Orc Tech Master."
He lifted up the dusty cloth, and the scattered stuff danced in the air like elves, making him afraid to breathe. It smelled of engine oil or something else, but it was probably not a good thing.
"Holy shit, what the hell is this!" Even though Alan Bayer was well-informed, the container covered under the dusty rag shocked him. The twisted and mutated body and flesh, and a lot of Most of it has been mechanically transformed, and complex circuits and machines bind it. Its twisted flesh and blood immediately activates when it encounters light, and stretches out its tentacles... to wipe the floor?
"A subspace entity? A servitor?" Alan Bair looked at the name given to it by the author on the container, which was written in High Gothic.
[Cleaning servitor, won the 3500th time in the Holy Secret Hall, the Gene Sage Grand Prix Champion. 】
"Disgusting..." Alan Bayer took out his gun and smashed this twisted thing with one shot. Obviously this is the oil man's garbage production place. There are many things here that have no practical significance and mass production capabilities.
Moreover, this forging world can only produce Sentinel Mecha or Hydra tank technology at most, which also limits the capabilities of the Mechanical Sage. As a result, the works here are not completely different from the legendary Sage Caul, but they are only as powerful as the legendary Sage Caul. It can be said that it is the difference between civil science and Chinese academy of sciences.
The flesh and blood and mechanical parts of the subspace body were scattered across Alan Bair's cheeks. The thing about the size of a monkey collapsed with so much material after a burst of heat. It would be good if it could be used for fighting, but it is probably uncontrollable. It seems Not like something that could be taken into the warp for travel.
God knows if it will "call friends" or something.
And such "displays" and "honorary works" are even more obvious in this place. This is the junction of the Pangia sub-sector and the Gundva sub-sector. It is originally a relatively difficult edge to monitor, and the Forge World is quite independent.
It is obvious that the thirst for knowledge has led the oil guys to make so many plans. If the Inquisition comes, it will be enough to burn the oil guys here a few times. But the irony is that the oil guys here are probably in high positions. Even the Inquisitor's flames cannot burn into the sparks, making their experiments here even more secure.
Then Alan Bayer is more confident in opening the treasure chest at this moment. Since you are doing gray research, then I will also open your ancestral tomb, no problem, right? Half a catty.
But the Mechanicus had thousands of stupid competitions, so his methods began to become increasingly rough. The gold and silk champion cloth was basically torn off, and they didn't clean it, so it was all dust!
What kind of alloy transparent bulletproof glass can be opened with a single blow from the destructive stance!
But the things inside are all kinds of rubbish, which stands out as unbelievable. Some of them even Alan Bayer can't understand and can only guess at the names.
The Adeptus Mechanicus' strict secrecy about their knowledge meant that there were no instructions for these things, as Alain Bair realized after a twisted and strange device exploded and sputtered with plasma that activated his personal void shield.
Digging through the trash here is useless!
Because of the strictly confidential STC of the Mechanicus, you cannot hope that a group of "civilian science masters" will use the things they have on hand to make better ones. What's more, large items like the Hydra tank and the Sentinel are all made of the wisdom of the Governor. The wise men gathered here Their level is roughly equivalent to that of a construction site foreman.
In other words, the competition here is equivalent to those who are responsible for civilian industries such as construction sites, farming, and genetically modified plants. The competition here is equivalent to what those logistics personnel can fulfill their dreams of being a great sage.
Although there are a lot of materials here, the real black technology is probably in the room where the Governor was cast.
Although this is the base of the Skitarii, the production and control rights of the Skitarii actually belong to Mars. A Martian sage has direct authority to command those soldiers beyond this group of civilians.
"Why are you so poor?" Alan Bayer frowned, but when he opened the next curtain in frustration, the world always surprised him.
[Ikaros counterattacked the machine soul virus bomb and won the 2354th casting competition championship of the Holy Secret Hall, the genetic modification competition championship, and the slave agreement production competition championship. 】
"This kid is not just a heretic, no wonder it's so difficult to deal with." Alan Bair looked at this famous brand that was so stinky that he put his name on his work. The Mechanicus is a pragmatist, so such behavior is actually very difficult. Make people understand.
As for the jet-black bomb wrapped in bulletproof crystal, its streamlined arc and jet-black shape revealed the designer's inclination, which was incompatible with the empire's simple war style.
And Alan Bayer couldn't find the lead after searching for a long time, but it may be that Icarus is really a genius, and he is eclectic. He wrote dense instructions on the product in ancient languages.
It is probably something that is not ignited by flames, but is activated by electromagnetic pulses of a specific frequency, and then hacks into the enemy's interior to disrupt the machine soul.
And this frequency is not limited to any large machinery, so don't press the raised button on the bomb inside your own battleship or machinery, otherwise the machine soul virus will give you a special surprise.
"This kid has some ideas. If I had met him before he had those heretical behaviors, maybe we would have become friends." Alan Bayer was a little disappointed. This kid is a talent. If he is better together with their Mechanicus girl, Something, it must have been approved by the Inquisition after reading it.
But life is destined not to be just about good things. People who used to be friends will also become enemies, and people who used to be enemies will also become friends. It is always just a matter of position.
Although it's a bit awkward to make something out of someone he killed, Alan is a pragmatist and he wants to live.
Moreover, this room was still very large, and there were still surprises. When Alan Bayer entered the inner hall, he quickly realized that the rifle that surprised him before was not a civilian object. It obviously had a prototype.
The place where the prototype is stored is the inner hall, a magnificent place full of gears and symbols of the Mechanicus. There is also an ancient slogan on it, which reads: "One day, one clear day, the light of all opportunities shines." 】
Alan Bayer had to frown. Even though he couldn't understand it before, this place was absolutely sacred and great. The huge buildings, the golden gates, the greatness of machinery and the productivity of the empire were all vividly displayed here, plus the dust cloth It's like a club in a mysterious place.
Those ancient words that mortals cannot understand have brought countless romance and mystery to this place, even for the Mechanicus. Only study and hard work can get the meaning of those words, but for Alan Bayer...
Well... there was no mystery at all, and all he could think about was the oil guys working hard scrubbing the doors here.
Naturally, entering the inner sanctum is a puzzle that everyone loves to hear and see. The Mechanicus is full of admiration for people with knowledge, so they have not designed any messy obstacles. Those who can obtain wisdom at the end of this dark forty millennium should have witnessed it. The reward of the palace.
This inner hall occupies almost half of the secret room, and its importance is obvious. The sacred display above contains thousands of riddles from the Dark Ages. Solving it requires not only knowledge, but also a test of wisdom.
But when the above bytes appeared, with the help of a translator, this colonial auxiliary device in the Dark Ages actually had a built-in text encyclopedia to reduce language problems between colonization and native intelligent creatures.
That's right, compared to shooting assistance, this equipment actually focuses more on communication and construction with local aliens. On the contrary, the shooting system is incidental and is more of a last resort.
Suddenly thinking of using Google Translate as a treasure, Alan Bayer felt sour in his heart...
"God-Emperor, if you can really hear me, give me the entire military-level Dark Age technology! I am not a militia!"
Pray, assume the standard posture of the Imperial Ecclesiarchy, and silently recite the relevant Astra Militarum field prayers? Alan Bair only said this, whether the emperor likes to do it or not, he is not a beggar!
Enter the password, the puzzle is solved, the golden skull on the golden door flashes, and the loyal skeleton glows with faint fluorescent light, welcoming visitors.
The gears rotated and the pistons roared. Under the data of the God of All Machines, the cold and holy light of the inner temple shone on Alan Bair's face, and the uniforms of the Imperial Guard officers were tinged with a chill. This is something that life or living creatures should not Arriving at this place, the body made of fine gold can enjoy the tranquility and death here.
A statue of Om Messiah as big as a pillar was erected in the hall. His divine eyes seemed to be watching his descendants, and he might also be curious about why the flesh and blood came here.
Alan Bair performed the Eagle Salute to him. Different from the clutter and dust outside, this place was clean and full of the atmosphere of the Imperial Church. As an Imperial resident and Imperial Guard, he involuntarily slowed down. Shoes carry dust, stepping on the golden floor made of goblin gold to represent the dust and dirt of mortals.
But the row of footprints gave this cold, uninhabited and lifeless place a hint of warmth out of thin air. In the middle of the huge hall and under the gaze of the statue of Ohm Messiah, was driven by an entire crystal crystal and crystal power generation equipment. The reliquary, the crystallization of imperial wisdom, where stc or sacred objects are stored stands in it.
"My Emperor." Alan Bair walked forward quickly. The countless messy lines and the shining skull represented its author, a sage of the empire.
Although unexpected, this is a place that even Icarus cannot set foot in. Only the true core of the Cult Mechanicus, such as the Founding Governor, can set foot here, or the Martian sage, Alan Bair, as a mortal, flesh and blood, walks here, In this empire, a complete monopoly on knowledge is almost impossible.
But fate led him here, as if with traction. If someone really needed him to get the relics here, then that person could only be the emperor.
But Alan Bair still does not believe in fate. As an officer of the Imperial Guard, he can only believe in himself. No matter it is a place ravaged by the might of destruction, or when heretics and aliens are rampant, the Emperor will not come in person, cannot come in person, only he can replace the Emperor. The emperor carries out his will.
He is the Hammer of the Empire, the Shield of the Empire, and the real nightmare of the alien heretics. If there is anyone in this world who can obtain the relics here better than him, then it is probably the Primarchs.
Alan Bayer stretched out his hand and fiddled with the complicated circuit, but did not feel any resistance. The golden cabinet storing the relics naturally opened, and the ancient air stored in it floated away with corruption, like in an ancient library. the taste.
The silver relic was about the thickness of a finger. It was small but made Alan Bayer feel...familiar.
He had used the relic pistol countless times, and even though he had taken good care of it, he still noticed that there was a socket on his firearm that could hold something, where he would usually order some bagged coffee.
Well, Alan Bayer suddenly felt that he was not killed by the machine spirit because of his high technological quality in the Dark Ages.
He took out the relic and put it into his pistol almost without thinking. Then the shooting core of the relic gun suddenly showed loading. Next, he got the gravity shooting mode.
Gravity can tear apart many heavily armored units or small clusters, and can even pull the speed of heavy armor, which is even more powerful for him.
But at this moment, Alan Bayer only thinks about the fact that there will be no place to put coffee in the future. The tactical belt can only hold 12 bags at most. If there are more, there will be no place to put bullets. This plug-in port can hold 3 extra bags, giving him more time on the front line. Last for a day.
After all, Alan Bayer is never sure when he will suddenly run out of supplies, and he is afraid of poverty. (End of chapter)