Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

The fighting subsided.

From the Astartes' perspective, the largest and most waaaaagh giant machine-creation had been destroyed, and then all the machine-creations were motionless.

What was destroyed must be the intelligent control core!

So after everyone briefly searched around the palace, they called for the post-war cleanup troops to come in.

The technical sergeants and the Sons of Ferrus Manus were extremely excited. This was a technology they had never seen before. They scraped the ground to collect all the debris.

The mortal scavenger troops from the Atris Scavenger Team stared in shock as a group of Emperor's angels shamelessly lowered themselves (crossed out) to "help" them collect supplies.

The kind that can't be snatched at all.

There were even several warriors who fell in love with the same good thing at the same time, and agreed to compete in a subsequent battle to decide who would belong to them.

Enke was naturally one of the fastest people. After he was injured before, he went back and changed into a "special armor" that was completely used for transportation. This thing was usually used by him to move things from the warehouse to his small workshop. Wear it from time to time.

There is no way. If the Terminator is thrown into this kind of battlefield, the probability of resolving the battle within half an hour is 99.98%. Of course, you have to be prepared to grab things.

"STC, STC, where are you? Omnissiah, please guide me." The technical sergeants were mumbling, wandering around with some incomprehensible binary language.

When Enke walked under the sign that was always on, he frowned slightly and felt something was wrong.

Enke then walked back and forth around the area, trying to discover what was making him feel strange.

"Rogier, come here."

"What's wrong, Brother Enke?" Rogier walked over carelessly, followed by a group of wolf cubs who had been scolded for being autistic.

"What's going on, brother Enke, I'm teaching the wolf cubs combat experience, you come to show off your skills too?"

"No, no, no, brother Rogier, let's get down to business first. I think something is wrong here, but I can't tell what is wrong."

Rogier gave Enke a strange look. You are a technical sergeant and you have a lot of scanning equipment, but you can't find any abnormalities? How can I help you?

Rogier also walked under the sign and then stood still.

"What's wrong? Brother Rogier, did you find anything?"

"Shh, be quiet."

The surrounding soldiers immediately stopped moving, and everyone looked at Rogier.

The true Space Wolf warrior removed his helmet and took a cautious step forward.

"Brother Enke, listen to the footsteps... No, the vibrations coming from under your feet are different."

Enke was stunned for a moment, and immediately called another brother to bring the sonic vibration detector.

Some of the Iron Hands' descendants who knew this situation even trembled with excitement.

There is something here, and its material can even block the detection of bird servants and other instruments. The most important thing is that there are probably STC template fragments buried underneath, and we can obtain this technology!

Soon, the things were brought, and even the people outside the palace stopped moving.

Enke received the instrument handed over by his comrade and cautiously began to detect it.

The echo shows that the surface below seems to be a complete and pure surface, but in fact it is two different materials. The vibrations propagate in it at different speeds. They are put together in a strange law, causing them to be transmitted back as a whole. The ground vibrated like the pure metal floors around it.

The only difference is that they are also thinner when stacked than the surrounding flooring.

After so many years of erosion, some cracks appeared in the joints, which Rogier noticed.

It has to be said that the Space Wolves' perception of their surroundings is so detailed that it even exceeds many of the instruments commonly used by the Empire.

"Quick, cutter, come here!" The soldiers tried to choose the way that would cause the least damage to this place and open this fascinating door.

What they don't know is that this is actually a voiceprint lock. Just say certain words to the sign.

There was a rush, and everyone was in high spirits.

Even Rogier and his troops were sitting on the edge, watching a group of prosthetic warriors playing with various machines that the wild wolves could not understand.

No matter what, just be lively, preferably with wine and a feast.

A pack of wolves want to have a big party.

After working for a while, Enke gently lifted the floor, revealing the hidden passage.

The underground passage had obviously been abandoned for a long time, and the dust had accumulated thickly, but there was no garbage or waste scattered around.

"Boom~" The power boots stepped heavily on the long corridor that had not been visited by guests for a long time, and the dust raised was enough to obscure a dwarf's entire sight.

The technical sergeants lined up to enter the passage with a pilgrim mentality, and then Rogier stopped some of them.

Just kidding, if there is a big bomb hidden here, Anos will become a polished commander again.

After the narrow passage, there is a huge and bright space.

Under the dungeon, there is an underground world.

Looking around, countless unknown mechanical creations are displayed outside. Gold, cyan, and silver complement each other, forming a magnificent mural along the underground cave wall.

The scene in the middle is particularly shocking.

In the middle is a huge base. I can’t tell what the material is. It’s a bit of dark jade. It seems to be a huge energy center that serves as a wireless power bank.

Suspended in the air is a huge group of mechanical creations. With the blessing of anti-gravity devices, they form the appearance of a giant dragon in the air.

The most dazzling thing is the "dragon ball" in the dragon's mouth.

The technical sergeant confirmed at a glance that the precious stc template fragment must be among the dragon balls.

"Your Majesty Omnisiah, this is a historic moment." Enke calmed down and began to kowtow.

Knocking step by step, mumbling words.

The empty underground space echoes with the footsteps of warriors, followed by mutated languages ​​​​from the golden age.

"Alert! Alert, intruder detected! Alarm, alert, the core area has been invaded! The final weapon is activated!"

The great "fresco" on the wall lit up, flashing with brilliant light, and a high-energy alarm instantly appeared in Enke's helmet.

"No, something started!"

Before Enke could issue a warning, the "dragon" suspended in the air moved.

It swallowed the "Dragon Ball" in one gulp and then hovered in place.

"Brother Enke, the situation is not good."

"Why are you still standing there! Run! Are you waiting for Omnissiah to kick your ass!" Enke admitted that it was his mistake this time. The last line of defense was not the steel python above, but the "Dragon Ball" Personal escort.

The dragon suspended in the air did not perform similar actions like the steel python, but adopted a comprehensive defensive posture.

Several soldiers saw this and slowed down, "Brother Enke, is this a...lock?"

"Don't stop, run! It's definitely not the case! The high-energy detector is about to explode, oh no, it's already burned down. The energy of this thing is beyond your imagination. If it explodes, it's enough to destroy a battle barge!"

Several soldiers rushed towards the entrance of the passage. They kowtowed so reverently before, but now they looked so embarrassed.

The dragon did not release any death rays or destruction dragon breath as expected. Instead, hundreds of rays erupted from its body, and they all connected with the mechanical "murals" on the wall.

The entire underground space began to rotate, and it was a three-dimensional rotation, and the soldiers could hardly stand still.

A few seconds later, the earthquake-like movement stopped. When the descendants of the Iron Hands regained their feet and began to observe the surroundings, they were surprised to find that the entrance to the passage they had come in from before had been completely blocked, and there were three new black ones. The passageway mouth appears.

More importantly, they are now hanging upside down in the sky.

Relying on the magnetic attachment of the power boots, they stood firmly on the metal floor...and now the metal ceiling.

A large number of robots of various colors poured out from the newly emerged passage and began to assemble themselves on the dragon's body like scales.

"Quick, cover me and install the subspace transmission beacon!"

The soldiers quickly descended below, looking for a flatter place to establish a crossfire network.

"Bang~bang~bang~"

The explosive bombs drew lines of fire in the air, roaring towards the dragon.

The mechanical creation used actual results to tell the Astartes that their worries about the STC template fragments being destroyed by the explosion were completely unnecessary.

The mechanical creations flying out of the hole formed metal shields, blocking the attacks of the warriors.

Is the AI ​​army really blindly defending? No counterattack?

Of course not, who stipulates that a large group of robots must swarm over before a counterattack can be considered a counterattack? This is its territory!

Just when the soldiers found a flat place to place a subspace transmission beacon, the AI ​​took action.

Mechanical spikes suddenly appeared on the ground, and then exploded violently, destroying the entire subspace transmission beacon that had just been deployed.

The AI ​​learned the lesson from last time. After the enemy set up this strange creation, a lot of powerful gadgets appeared out of thin air and defeated it.

So it tricked the Astartes into revealing this thing and then suddenly attacked and destroyed it.

The battle situation has fallen into a desperate situation. The AI ​​has closed the door and beaten the dog with one hand, trapping the soldiers in its specially-made cage. At this moment, even with the presence of technical sergeants, the soldiers have no way to break through the enemy's defense.

Now, even the calmest Enke's face turned red. The big mechanical wrench on his back showed the light of a power weapon and began to charge towards the enemy.

"O great Omnisiah, guide us."

Enke's power armor mecha soul was extremely fanatical and full of fighting spirit. It seemed to have reached its limit as if it had encountered an opponent worthy of all its strength.

Countless feedback information floated through the tactical eyepiece, and forward course corrections were refreshed hundreds of times per second.

All kinds of deadly weapons kept popping up on the ground. The sudden stabbing fear spears and ejected metal flying knives could only be said to be appetizers. Some ultra-small mosquito robots suddenly appeared and attacked with those sharp needle-like weapons. The soldiers tried to break through the adamantine armor and implant the electronic virus into the power armor.

Enke dashed left and right across the trap-strewn ground, crossing one obstacle after another.

Just when he thought he and the dragon were within reach, a swarm of robots rushed toward him.

Enke felt as if he had faced the impact of an imperial train, was knocked out, and returned to the original place, where the beacon was broken and hope was destroyed.

Enke is desperate. He is the most rigorous believer in statistics, but now their winning rate is infinitely close to zero.

At this moment, they will be more desperate than other warriors.

Can Kazanev discover the anomaly here and lead the team to rush in immediately?

No, the defense here is too good. They can't get in unless they use the Eternal Mountain's main gun to blast the place directly.

Then we will also be directly shocked to death.

Emperor, will you look over here and help us overcome this difficulty?

Enke's mind was racing with thoughts. When he thought of the emperor, Yifeng's words always echoed in his mind.

"Pray to the Emperor to gain strength? Are you kidding me? The Emperor created the Astartes not because he had too little oil, but because he wanted to fight for humanity! The Emperor is not our help, we are the Emperor's help! "

Alas, the emperor's kindness has been lost~

The soldiers gathered together, and they were running out of ammunition. They decided to concentrate their firepower and launch a final group charge.

"Brother Enke, what should we do?"

The warriors awaited orders from Enk, the oldest and most experienced Astartes here.

"Combat brothers, do you think miracles are greater, or those who believe in miracles?"

"We don't believe in that, but we believe in you."

The giant dragon in front of him was about to finish covering it with "scales". Enke's brain was calculating rapidly. A large number of unanswered thoughts gradually confused his thinking, and even the memories of his life passed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

From the moment he came into contact with mathematics, he completely believed in the data and believed that he just did not consider more factors and calculate all the deviations.

His calculations are becoming more and more accurate, and the errors are getting smaller and smaller, which can almost be called truth and prediction.

But once! Only once in more than a hundred years of life! Faced with the almost zero probability, he took one step forward, and then the second step, walking faster and faster, running fast and running! Until now.

"You know, Enke, some things cannot be digitized, and we are not data. I am going to take a chance on the future."

Fight!

"Everyone, go here."

A punctuation point appeared in everyone's tactical helmets. It was not in front of the dragon, nor was it a strategic location. It was just a simple wall. The only feature was that it was somewhat sunken. Standing there, you could see a vast flat area in front of you. and the giant steel dragon flying in the air.

No one expressed any objection, and everyone rushed to the location marked by Enke as quickly as possible.

The soldiers clung to the wall and stood in the depression, which should have been "part of the mural on the wall" before, but it fell off due to lack of maintenance over time.

The dragon finished covering its "scales" and turned to look straight at them.

Thirteen Astartes just stood there, staring at it.

"Brothers, now, we only have one chance to use your truest emotions to imagine and call that great man."

Some warriors have begun to imagine the Emperor's figure. Of course, the "old" Astartes are more likely to meditate in their minds on the scene when Kazanev became a living saint on Wolf Residence.

"Everyone, follow me and shout his name! He is Mororis!"

In the flash of lightning, everyone's brains were not brewing, and they subconsciously imagined a huge machine that repeatedly jumped between greatness and heresy.

The guidance of the soul rippled faintly in the subspace, and a dazzling spiritual light burst out of thin air in the open space in front of him, accompanied by an ancient roar.

The oldest, most powerful, and only psychic teleportation think tank of the Red Torrent Chapter, the guardian of the Shadow Blade, and the driver of the knight-level psychic fearless, Mororis makes his debut!

The AI ​​was obviously confused for a moment. This was a situation that had never happened before. It had obviously taken all factors into consideration and even destroyed the psychic beacon. Why did powerful reinforcements appear out of thin air... In other words, it is more powerful than before.

Just in a daze. The Great Thinker of Mororis used all his weapons mercilessly to greet the enemy.

He is not a young brat like these. He has a long combat experience, enough to go from the command room of the Eternal Mountain to the mess hall! He has even seen the battle of the Necron. His fighting creed is to tear the enemy into pieces and then talk about technology recycling.

Enke was smiling maniacally behind the Great Think Tank. At this moment, he didn't look like an Astartes technical sergeant who was calmer than a machine at all. Instead, he looked like the high-spirited man he had been back then. In the blood and sweat, he watched his transformation into an Astartes. The boy whose chances of becoming a Stater are getting higher and higher.

I! Also part of the bias, me! I am also a part of the future!

Heaven's way is fifty, and one of them escapes.

I am the variable!

I! Right now! only!

The spiritual energy of the Great Thinker is more violent than before. The soaked spiritual energy penetrates into the enemy's newly covered scales, and then exerts force instantly, forming a void barrier like an insulator for all things.

The "scales" that lost their signal fell off one after another, leaving only the original dragon skeleton.

According to the memories of the soldiers who participated in the battle afterwards, the methods of the great think tank at that time were extremely cruel. They turned the precious creation around without any mercy, and then swung it around like a whip.

When the giant dragon no longer looked like a dragon, it peeled off the last metal bit by bit like an old pervert, revealing the crystal-clear and gorgeous core.

Okay, our interview ends here. This soldier, please continue to be punished. Running without a powered backpack is indeed not a punishment that humans can make. Come on.

Morolis happily took out the "Dragon Ball" and handed it to his old brother Anos. He "hinted" Anos through a series of praises for himself and figured out what good weapons should be modified on him first. .

I just like the process of a lot of machine spirits being unruly and then being beaten into submission by me.

Jiejiejiejie~~

The Great Think Tank went back to sleep. Anos looked at the STC template fragments in front of him and felt deeply tired.

I originally wanted the next generation of technical sergeants to develop some unique skills, so I let them go, but I didn't expect that the result would still be in my hands.

Hey, obviously the fragments snatched from the World Eater were enough for him to be promoted to the Forging Father.

The Great Think Tank's awakening this time was not just a simple fight. At first, Yifeng wanted to ask him for advice on whether to establish a final base here.

This is a very risky plan, which means that he has to transfer precious production lines from the Eternal Mountain to this world, a world where he is not sure whether he can go out and come back again.

Technology recycling takes a long time, and technicians strongly demand that the entire underground city be designated as a research area to study these magical technologies.

And Yifeng also had this intention.

The lush island was to be transformed into a great fortress, which would house biomodification production lines that would be moved from the battle barges.

It is impossible to build any weapons production line in this galaxy. There are no raw materials to be transported in, and the galaxy itself is completely mined.

But biological organs are different from modified tanks. The materials needed for the former can be obtained here, but they are a bit cruel to the humans here. The latter are directly removed from the battleship.

If possible, the next time the battle group enters this galaxy, they will bring back a large number of maintenance parts and materials that are scarce here.

Everything went on in an orderly manner, except for Sac and Tenos who were shivering in the corner.

The novice explorers and gastronomic explorers were brought to the temporary base of the Emperor's Angels after being rescued by the Astartes.

I had no choice but to save two people, while the others died.

What followed was a period of torture by the mortals, who tried to get these two to join the Red Torrent Chapter.

This great honor came to two mortals who had never known Space Marines, and brought only fear.

Who dismantles a combat robot several meters high like a toy? These people are still fighting, so how strong are their enemies? Isn’t the battle we have to fight in the future a certain death situation for both of us? If you don't go, you won't go even to death.

The mortal soldiers were quite impatient. If they didn't deal with this situation, they would be killed. It was simple and convenient, but their own war group refused to do this.

Just when the mortal persuader thought of a new set of words and was about to speak, a big shot came over.

Baars, this powerful think tank, was a little distracted. After the return of Baina Pao, as a living saint, he naturally became stronger, but he also suddenly felt the will coming from the dark.

Bainapao squatted on this subspace node, looking at the subspace vortex undercurrent surging around him, and tilted his mouth.

That's it? Do you know where I came from? Warp space storm! The biggest one.

I have seen the bright and cold sun. If I hadn't been "concerned about my family" at that time, I would have gone up and had a chat with it.

It's definitely not a coward, it's just that I always pursue my true intention...

Bainapao looked down upon the subspace vortex here and even wanted to go for a surf.

Ever since, it arrogantly sent a message to Baers, don't worry, with me here, it won't be easy to pass through? I am at least 90%...80%...65% sure that I can take you out safely!

What a joke, if the storm here was that simple, would no one come in ten thousand years?

Be conservative.

As a result, Bals, who was somewhat distracted, walked up to Sac and Tenos without realizing it.