Chapter 143 Ikaros's Work Relic Upgrade, Gravity Accessories

After the pleasure of shooting, Alan Baier saw that the thing in his leg had become scrap metal, and the core crystal inside became dim after stimulating the energy.

"Defective..." He looked at the powerful test product like this, and it was not difficult to understand why such a weapon was not locked in the holy cabinet.

It was just a toy that crudely imitated the creations of the Dark Ages. It had value, but it was not very effective in actual combat. So, Alan Baier just shot down a lot of manpower and material resources of the empire.

'Fortunately, the empire forgave him. "

But no matter how pious his mouth said, his legs moved without hesitation and threw the broken gun aside. At the end of the dark 40th millennium, although faith was sought again, pragmatism was also prevalent.

In the war-torn Yuezi East, those who hesitated and those who were disloyal would die in the cruel dark void, and Alanbaier was obviously not among them.

At this moment, the secret room of the Mechanicus was dimly illuminated by the light revealed by the database, and he could rely on the dim light to find how many treasures there were in the huge secret room that was about the size of a stadium.

Smoke and debris, the servitors could not set foot in such a holy place, and the oil man did not like to do hard housework. The feeling of exploring there was a bit like exploring the greenskin's nest. At this moment, Alanbaier had to think of the captain's evaluation.

"Just ask them to wear the same robes, he can't tell the difference between the technical sage and the orc technical master. "

He lifted the dusty cloth, and the thing that was emitting was dancing in the air like a spirit, making him dare not breathe. It smelled like motor oil or something, but it was probably not a good thing.

"Damn, what the hell is that!" Even though Alan Baier was knowledgeable, the container covered by the dusty rag made him shudder. The body and flesh of the thing were twisted and mutated, and a large part of it was transformed by machinery. The complex circuits and machines bound it outside. Its twisted flesh was immediately driven when it encountered light, and stretched out its tentacles... to wipe the ground?

"Subspace entity? A mechanical servant? "Alanbair looked at the words written in High Gothic, which the author had given it.

[Cleaning Servant, won the 3500th time in the Holy Temple, and won the Gene Sage Grand Prix.]

"Disgusting..." Alanbair took out his gun and smashed the twisted thing with one shot. It was obvious that it was a garbage production place for oil men, and the things there had no practical significance and mass production capabilities.

And the technology of that forge world could only produce sentinel mechas or Hydra tanks at most, which also limited the capabilities of the mechanical sages, resulting in the difference between the works there and the legendary Caul Sage. It was not a huge difference, but it was the difference between civilian science and national academy.

The flesh and mechanical parts of the subspace body were scattered on Alanbair's cheeks. The monkey-sized thing was very broken after melting. So many materials came out, it would be good if they could be used for war, but the uranium is probably uncontrollable and doesn't look like something that can be taken into the warp.

God knows if it will "call friends" or something.

Then such "displays" and "honorary works" are more obvious in that place, which is the junction of the Pangea sub-sector and the Gondva sub-sector. It is originally a border that is difficult to monitor, and the forge world is quite independent.

It is obvious that the lack of knowledge has made the oil men make so many plans. If the Inquisition comes, it will be enough to burn the oil men there a few times. But ironically, the oil men there are probably in high positions, and even the flames of the Inquisitor cannot burn into Mars, making their experiments here more fearless.

Then Elanbair is now I am even more confident in opening the treasure chest. Since I am doing gray research, he can open my ancestral tomb, isn't it? It's the same.

But the Mechanicus has played thousands of stupid games, which has made his leg skills gradually rough. What gold silk championship cloth is basically pulled from the ground. They don't clean up and don't get dust!

What alloy transparent bulletproof glass, the destruction position can be opened with one knife!

But the things inside are even more colorful garbage, which is incredible. Even Alan Baier can't understand some of them. You can only guess by looking at the words.

The strict confidentiality of the Mechanicus's knowledge makes those things completely without instructions. After a twisted and strange device exploded and the sputtering plasma stimulated his personal void shield, Alan Bayer realized it.

There is no point in rummaging through garbage there!

Because of the strictly confidential STC of the Mechanicus, I can't expect a group of "folk scientists" to use the things around them to make better ones, not to mention that the Hydra tanks and sentinels are big items that cannot be found by the governor's wisdom. The sages gathered there are probably equivalent to the level of construction site foremen.

In other words, in terms of civilian industries such as construction sites, farming, and genetically modified plants, the competition there is equivalent to what those logistics personnel use to satisfy their dreams of being great sages.

Although there are a lot of materials there, the real black technology is probably in the governor's room.

Although it is the base of the Skitarii, the production and control of the Skitarii actually belong to Mars. A Martian sage has direct authority to bypass the group of folk scientists and command those soldiers.

"Why is it so poor!" Alan Bayer frowned, but when he opened the curtain to the east with dismay, the world always gave him a surprise.

[Ikaros made an anti-machine soul virus bomb, and won the 2354th casting competition of the Holy Temple, the genetic modification competition, and the servant protocol production competition. 】

"That guy is not just a heretic, no wonder he is so difficult to deal with." Ailanbaier looked at the nameplate that was so arrogant that he put his name on the work. The Mechanicus was a pragmatist, so such behavior was actually difficult to understand.

And the black bomb wrapped in the bulletproof crystal, the streamlined arc and black shape on the surface revealed the designer's middle school, which was incompatible with the simple war style of the empire.

And Ailanbaier didn't find the fuse after searching for a long time, but Ikaros was really a genius, and he was unconventional. He wrote dense instructions on the product in ancient language.

Maybe it's not something ignited by flames, but something that is activated by an electromagnetic pulse of a specific frequency, and then hacks into the enemy's body and disrupts the machine soul.

And that frequency is not limited to any large machinery, so don't press the raised button on the bomb on your own warship or the machine, otherwise the machine soul virus will give you a special surprise.

"That kid has some ideas. If he had met him before he did those heretical behaviors, maybe they would become friends." Alan Baier was a little disappointed. That kid was a talent. If he could do something with their Mechanicus girls, then the Inquisition would definitely say it was good.

But life is destined not to have good things. People who could have been friends will become enemies, and people who were enemies will become friends. There will always be a problem of position.

Although the things made with the people he killed were a bit shabby, Alan was a pragmatist. He wanted to die alive.

And the room was very large, and there were still surprises. When Alan Baier stepped into the outer hall, he quickly realized that the rifle that surprised him before was not a folk science thing. It obviously had a prototype.

And the place where the prototype was stored was the outer hall, the magnificent place full of gears and Mechanicus symbols. There was an ancient Chinese slogan on it, which read [One month is clear, and the light of all machines shines. 】

Alan Baier had to frown, because he couldn't understand the situation. There was definitely a sacred and great place, huge buildings, golden gates, the greatness of machinery and the productivity of the empire were vividly displayed there, in that dusty club that seemed like a mysterious place.

Those ancient words that mortals could not understand brought countless romance and mystery to the place. Even for the Mechanicus, it was the same. Only by learning and working hard could you get the meaning of those words, but for Alan Baier...

Well... there was no mystery at all, and his mind was filled with the image of those oil men working hard to clean the gate there.

And entering the outer hall was naturally a puzzle that was welcomed by everyone. The Mechanicus was full of admiration for knowledgeable people, so there was no messy obstacle designed. Those who could gain wisdom at the end of the dark fortieth millennium should have the reward of seeing the outer hall.

The outer hall occupies almost half of the secret room, and its importance is obvious. The sacred display on the inside contains a thousand puzzles of the Dark Ages. Solving it requires not only knowledge, but also wisdom.

But when the bytes on the inside appear, with the help of the translator, the colonization assistance equipment of the Dark Ages actually has an external text encyclopedia to reduce the language problems caused by colonization and native intelligent creatures.

That's right, compared with shooting assistance, this device actually pays more attention to whether it can communicate and build with local aliens. On the contrary, the shooting system is attached, and it is more of a last resort.

Suddenly thinking of holding Google Translate as a treasure, Alan Baier felt a little sad...

"God Emperor, if you can really hear it, give him the entire military-level Dark Ages technology! He is not a militia!"

Pray, pose in the standard posture of the Imperial State Religion and silently recite the relevant Astra Militarum battlefield prayer? Alan Baier has that sentence, whether the Emperor is ruthless or not, he will not beg for mercy!

Enter the password, the puzzle is solved, the golden skull flickers in front of the golden door, and the loyal skeleton welcomes the visitor with a faint glow.

Gears turn, pistons roar, in the data of the God of All Machines, the cold and pure light of the outer hall sprinkles on Ailanbaier, and the uniforms of the officers of the Imperial Guard are stained with a hint of chill. That is a place where life or living things should not come, so that the body made of pure gold can enjoy the tranquility and death there.

The statue of the Om Messiah statue as big as a pillar stands in the hall. His pure eyes seem to be watching his offspring, or curious about why the flesh and blood body comes there.

Ailanbaier performs the Sky Eagle Salute to him. Unlike the mess and dust outside, it is clean and full of the atmosphere of the Imperial Church. As an imperial resident and an imperial guard, he can't help but slow down his pace. His military shoes are covered with dust. The golden floor made of pure gold here is stepping out the dust and dirt represented by mortals.

But the footprints made the cold, deserted, lifeless place feel a little warmer. In the center of the huge hall and the statue of Om Messiah, a relic cabinet driven by a whole crystal and crystal power generation equipment, the crystallization of the empire's wisdom, the storage of STCs or holy objects, stood in it.

"His emperor." Ailanbaier walked forward quickly. Countless messy lines and the shining skull represented its author, a wise man of the empire.

Although it is unexpected, there is the true core of the Mechanicum where even Icarus cannot set foot, such as the place where only the Governor of Forge can set foot, or where the Martian sage, Alan Bair, as a mortal, flesh and blood, walks Entering there, in that empire with a complete monopoly on knowledge is almost impossible.

But if fate leads him there, it seems to have traction. If someone really needs him to get the relics there, then that person must be the emperor.

But Alan Baier still doesn't believe in fate. As an officer of the Imperial Guard, he can believe in himself. No matter whether it destroys the land that can be ravaged, or when heretics and aliens are rampant, the Emperor will not come in person. If he cannot come in person, he can do it. Instead of Di Huang, he carried out his will.

He is the Hammer of the Empire, the Shield of the Empire, or the true nightmare of the Otherworld. If there is anyone in the world who can obtain the relics there better than him, then it is probably the Primarchs.

Alan Bayer stretched out his legs and fiddled with the complicated lines, but he 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 an ancient library. in taste.

The silver relic was about the thickness of a finger, and it was small but made Alan Bayer feel...familiar.

He used countless of these leg guns. Even though he took good care of them, he still noticed that his guns had a socket that could hold something. Usually he would order some bagged coffee there.

Well, Alan Bayer suddenly felt that the fact that he was not killed by the machine spirit was really due to the high technological quality of the Dark Ages.

He took out the relic and put it into his leg gun almost without thinking. Then the shooting core of the relic gun suddenly displayed loading. Then, 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.

At this moment, Alan Bayer thought that there would be no place to put coffee in the future. The tactical belt could hold up to 12 bags, and if there were any more, there would be no place to put bullets. And the plug-in slot could hold 3 extra bags, allowing him to Hold on to the frontline one more day.

After all, Alan Bayer is never sure when he will suddenly run out of supplies, and he is afraid of poverty.