Chapter 142: Opening a treasure chest and a secret base in the hometown of the Mechanicus?
Between the adamantine and ceramite, among the garbage and rot, the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment rummaged through things, things that were still useful to the Empire, things that might be useful, those restless mechanical souls.
Wearing gloves, they rummaged through green-skinned corpses, spores, or other filthy things without expression, because anything valuable in them could bring a lot of value.
But just the electromagnetic guns, automatic guns and other waste used by the servitors are not valuable. To be precise, they are not valuable for the Imperial Guard, which is less than the full supply of the Empire.
But Skadi soldiers will not hate this kind of work. It is rare for them to escape from the blood and killing and awaken their humanity in such tedious labor. They are originally from the hive city and have been doing such things since they were young, as if People in the agricultural world deal with countless amounts of corrosive fertilizers in general.
Steel, scrap metal, death, and cold are commonplace for the Skadi people. When they were cleaning up those things, Lieutenant General Marcato had been waiting for a long time in the Colonni that had landed, holding a badge representing victory.
You can't blame Mr. Marcato for the delay in information. Just a few thousand kilometers in the vast void can cause a significant delay in the Imperial Guard's electrical signals. When Marcato stood with the badge in hand all morning, he got the message. Lambair's Newsletter.
"Boss, there are wounded in our regiment. Please stay here for a while and rest first."
Makato listened to the contents of the radio, his brows twitching slightly. "Adjutant, have you received an application for medical supplies?"
The adjutant shook his head. "No, not during this time."
Marcato replied. "That kid is so poor and scared, how could he not apply? There are obviously no injured people, so he wants to do something good!"
Marcato had cultivated Alan Bair a lot, and he was naturally aware of his scheming and little personality. He put down his badge and turned on the communicator.
"This is the Coloni. I am Lieutenant General Marcato, calling the Skadi sole regiment. Is your regimental commander here?"
The communicator echoed quickly. In the lingo of the Imperial Guard, this feeling is like thunder and lightning hitting your ears, because the Empire requires everyone to pay high attention to communications, and the artillery fire on the battlefield often roars, causing other The sound setting is quite loud.
Alan Bair, who was drinking coffee at the moment, was watching the black liquid in the bowl swirling. His head had just been empty, and he was letting out the feeling of defeating One-Eye from his head, enjoying the few quiet moments, and waiting for the Imperial Guard to touch something good.
Until the thunderous sound roared, he subconsciously stood up to answer the phone and spilled the artificial coffee, which is so precious in today's battlefield.
A small amount of dark liquid spilled on the table, staining a corner of the map, which also showed the rush of its owner. The dim promethium lamp illuminated the dim room, and the moist liquid dripped onto the ground, but there was a strange sound on the ground. The curvature is slightly invisible, allowing those things to get wet into the underground drainage outlet.
"Huh? Coffee?" A faint voice came from the pipe, and thick green fingers wiped the drippings on his head, but One Eye scolded him. "Stop talking, Iron Teeth!"
said the orc. "I'm not a tough guy, boss."
One Eye answered. "Yes, you are, I understand. Now, let's go to the entire transport plane near the star port."
The original second-generation one-eyed right hand, the colonel, could only remain silent. They were restless, rustling and shuttled through the empire's pipelines with their huge bodies. Fortunately, this equipment was almost at a standstill, otherwise what might be waiting for them would be all kinds of polluted water. .
Fortunately, the Adeptus Mechanicus almost never excretes, and there are no toilets here, but the pollution caused by their experiments may be even more excessive, causing people to mutate or directly corrode skin, flesh, and even bones. He looked at the places under his feet that were rotten by the liquid. , and the strange moss glowing on the wall, I couldn't help but feel a little scared.
However, their lurking was not noticed by the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment. They usually drilled pipes and met their opponents this time.
Alan Bayer hung up the phone at this moment and looked at the stains next to the tea cup. He was so distressed that he wanted to take a few sips of the star map. However, he gave up thinking that he had been carrying this thing around for a long time and it was probably as dirty as the soles of his shoes. That's a stupid idea.
"It's really unlucky. I didn't find any good things." Alan Baier complained. Most of the materials within the Mechanicus have been wasted by the orcs. Weapons or refined iron were the hardest hit, and many of the Bloodaxe's Chaos advisers The commander asked the green-skinned soldiers to tie up promethium or crystal cores to play with the Imperial Guard and play with 100 million pieces of jade.
He expressed sympathy for the stupidity of Blood Ax now, but that kind of fighting will and the physical fitness of the orcs will definitely cause a lot of obstacles to the Imperial Guard. It is not easy for the Skadi to kill them here.
But apart from the fact that the remaining things are garbage, Alan Bayer still has doubts about One-Eye's death. Maybe he is unfounded, but...
Alan's eyes looked at the coffee he had spilled, and he suddenly realized something was wrong. If the liquid fell downwards, it should dry up on the ground. Even if the adamantine floor reduced the friction of the coffee, it would only splash a few steps at most.
But this mark definitely has a curvature, so the other side where the coffee liquid slides down means that the building is slightly tilted.
But Alan Bayer quickly realized something was wrong. He had seen the design drawings of this place. The three asteroids of the Steel Gate were all completely symmetrical. The main star had a church, and the other two were prayer rooms. The other structures were similar. According to the level of the empire's buildings, it is impossible to have different levels, even on an asteroid.
Then there is a secret room in the place that represents the high place. There is something on the west side of the main star that causes a height difference here, but that thing is not big, and the height produced is weak and invisible.
"Interesting, what are the Adeptus Mechanicus doing?" Alan Bayer squatted down and poured out another drop of coffee from his teacup. The liquid left a diagonal trace on the ground.
There is no doubt that there is something, but the size of the main star is dozens of kilometers, almost equivalent to a hive. How easy is it to find that small "mistake" that affects the entire building?
Give up? Alan Bayer thought that he had conquered this place, fought so hard against the orcs, and got nothing in the end. It was not in line with his character, and it felt like he was working in vain.
The thief will not return empty-handed, and Skadi will not work in vain. He soon began to think about something wrong. He wanted to use the thinking of the oil guy to determine where the secret room existed.
If he were a machine guy, he would definitely hold an initiation ceremony to limit the number and qualifications of those who could enter the secret room. Their belief in the God of Machines would be divided into many guilds, and this would naturally be no exception.
Secondly, the people who know about this must be our own people, so the place where the entrance is arranged will be relatively private. For the Mechanicus, privacy is where they store their knowledge.
At the same time, it is kept strictly confidential, and no one enters or exits at ordinary times. It must be in the huge database of the Mechanicus. Although STC and others strictly keep it in their own heads, there is still a huge amount of basic knowledge and religious scriptures, because there is no so-called Internet and storage chips. , the database is a library composed of a large number of cowhide volumes.
"Absolutely. If I were a motor oil man, I would definitely do that."
Alan Bayer muttered and drank all the coffee in his hand, thinking that in his free time after the war, it would be good to play Sherlock Holmes or something. He wouldn't lose money anyway.
Thoughts come quickly, actions take place quickly, no one will wait for you on the battlefield, and being vigorous and resolute is basically the standard for Imperial Guard officers. If you want to survive, you have to move your head and hands together.
After walking through several rooms, bypassing the winding places, and moving among the messy things of the Mechanicus and the orc-modified objects, the journey to the database was not too far.
Finally, the place that is extremely sacred to the Mechanicus was displayed in front of the Imperial Guard. The precious knowledge composed of vellum was stored here, but the database was strictly monitored by the security system. Their protection of this place was so high that it was simply Appalling.
The metal gear gate made of fine gold is inlaid with gems to provide it with sufficient energy. The entire gate is wrapped in a forbidden position and reinforced with fine gold. The gems provide energy at all times to ensure that this equipment can continue even if no one maintains it. Hundreds of years.
The wall next to it is strictly reinforced. The special structure made by the Mechanicus can protect it from bombing by warships, but it also means that such a thing is abnormally fake.
Alan Bayer knocked on the wall and smashed it with his own power weapon. There was no doubt that there were no scratches and it could not be damaged even in the Destruction Stand. Moreover, the material sounded a bit similar to titanium crystal armor and had high strength. It has high toughness and is as light as ceramic steel.
"Material science of titanium?" Alan Bayer smiled bitterly. The oil guys kept saying that the aliens were despicable every day, but behind the scenes, they never stopped researching those things. From this, it seemed that technicians had privileges.
Now he could only stop in front of the gate and look at the damn thing.
He fumbled with the thing, interested, until he discovered that the wetware on it and the rough display screen outlined the title in a blurry image, and it read.
[By the God of All Machines, the Mechanicus is willing to exchange knowledge with any knowledgeable person, but please be accompanied by a member of the Mechanicus who is above the technical sage level and translate the ancient text below to represent your wisdom. 】
Complex Dark Age fonts gradually appeared. For the human empire of this era, being able to translate the stories of humankind's past represented a loosening of knowledge.
In other words, he must know the prosperity and experience of mankind in the Dark Ages, because words are the carrier of history. If you look at it this way, the topic of Mechanicus is tricky and troublesome.
But Alan Bayer wrote the content fluently.
[From the mediocrity of thought, Omnisiah, save us!
From the lies of the infidels, circuit, protect us!
From the wrath of the beast, steel, protect us!
From the temptation of minced meat, silica, purify us!
From the ravages of the destroyer, soul, shelter us!
From this creature's rotten prison, Mechanicum, set us free!
Omnisiah! Omnisiah!
Omnisiah! Omnisiah!
There is no unchanging truth in flesh and blood, only decay.
There is no lasting strength in flesh and blood, only weakness.
There is no eternal stability in flesh and blood, only decay.
There is no certainty in flesh and blood, except death.
From the mediocrity of thought, Omnisiah, save us!
From the lies of the infidels, circuit, protect us!
From the wrath of the beast, steel, protect us!
From the temptation of minced meat, silica, purify us!
From the ravages of the destroyer, soul, shelter us!
From this creature's rotten prison, Mechanicum, set us free!
Omnisiah! Omnisiah!
Omnisiah! Omnisiah! 】
The monitor gradually opened the door after a low whistle, and the hidden things of the Mechanicus were gradually unveiled. In the huge data room, countless files carried the wisdom accumulated by the human empire, but Alan Bair did not care, he only cared How to kill aliens.
But this place makes even a "rough man" like him feel amazed. Countless servo skulls are flying automatically in the sky, cleaning and adjusting this place all the time. The circular library, which is hundreds of meters in size, looks like it from one end. There is almost no end in sight. The clever optical illusion makes it impossible to judge the space here with the naked eye. It seems as if the ocean of knowledge is endless.
There is no open space here. Most of the place is filled with tables, chairs, benches, bookshelves, and files. Only the Servo Skull can move freely in such a place.
Alan Bayer breathed in a strong ancient smell, of course it could be rotten and smelly kraft paper. He walked past those ancient books and wisdom, things that drove countless scholars crazy, and walked to the middle of this large circular library. But there is no place for seats, benches and bookshelves.
This should be the location of the secret room, otherwise it shouldn't be left empty. Such a place is very expensive, but suddenly there is about 10 meters of open space left in the middle area?
For the sake of beauty? The Mechanicus are all pragmatists!
Alan Bayer took out his relic pistol and adjusted it to the melt mode. Although it was quite immoral, he didn't hate it.
"The Emperor and all his saints, he will forgive me." He said hesitantly, but his hands moved without hesitation. The hot melt hit the ground violently, melting the fine gold and steel, exposing the underground Those deep secrets.
The half-dissected Titanium Lord, orcs, unseen plants cultivated by the Mechanicus, or brand-new weapons, Alan Bair casually picked up something comfortable to look at, that one with a crystal, the future Feel the fully loaded rifle, and then take a shot at the dissected green-skinned corpse.
The bullet burst out with a strong light, and then quickly turned into a gravitational black hole, distorting physics, and the entire orc was crushed into minced meat in less than a second.
"Gravity weapon?" Alan Bayer looked at this thing in surprise. Although there was only one weapon, he accepted it.
And next, it’s time to open the treasure chest. (End of chapter)