Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 88 82. Mars
The scarlet and pale Pluto is slowly rotating, and sporadic white lights appear in the sky above it from time to time, which is a sign that the planetary defense system is working well.

Six huge satellites transmitting and receiving signals are slowly revolving around Pluto, thousands of receiving lights are constantly flashing, and each light on means that a signal from a galaxy has been received.

Among the hundreds of millions of spark lights, the most insignificant light was lit, and it was quickly received by the star language court stationed on Pluto.

The returning wanderer has arrived.

The star gate is in full bloom, opening the channel of the subspace, the tide of psionic energy rises and falls, magnificent blue-purple water waves, rippling rose-red light gushing out.

The small boat swam out of the sea first, and then, the huge figure of the transport ship was revealed.

+05-97qe, welcome back to the solar system. +
+Please go to Mars according to the trajectory sent by Xingyuting. +
The small boat flying off the huge transport ship is like the fine sand dropped by a giant whale. The giant that is transporting thousands of goods will not care about this tiny thing.

The red color flies past the window, the endless red wasteland, the maroon wind and sand raging, rolling up bursts of red soil.There seemed to be some green in the distance, but they were too far away for Hades to see clearly.

From time to time, some tiny mechanical creatures are dotted on the endless red. Compared with those sages who organized the cables in an extremely organized way, they are like grass on the barren land, breaking the exposed cables and dripping down from time to time. Liquid limbs, what the hell are they?
The boats moved fast, the scenery changed rapidly, and they were quickly left behind.

The miracle built in the active volcano, the magma city passed by, and then the towering plateau, the broken and twisted graben, and the sunken canyon
The silver industrial behemoth devoured the red.

The black and dirty waste area sticks to the edge of the city. As seen before, sporadic mechanical creatures shuttle among them.

Factories, factories, all factories, little technical servitors climbing the shells of these silver buildings, little ant-like tentacles bumping around, circuits being altered and repaired.

On the edge of the city are warehouses full of weapons, ammunition, and raw materials. The city's port is built here. Countless spaceships fly up and land densely. There is order in the chaos, like a school of sardines migrating in the ocean.

The straight golden avenue runs through the city, and the shade trees that are pruned like geometric shapes are arranged on both sides of the avenue, providing shadows that are better than nothing for the endless stream of people.

Titans appear from time to time. These violent machines full of aesthetics warn everyone and declare the status of the master of the city.

Two or three obelisks break the progressive heights of the city, and they defy the city proudly, and a denser crowd than anywhere else crowds and kneels at its feet.

That is the Temple of Machinery, the Temple of Technology, or the Temple of the Engine Relic, where the beliefs that support the entire Mars gather.

Pilgrimage ships pray above it, golden prayers, singing binary hymns.

Praise the God of all opportunities!

Praise Om Messiah, you are the embodiment of truth, bringing the fire of hope!

The singing subsided slowly, ignoring the fanatical believers, the boat sailed towards an independent building on the edge of the city according to the established procedure.
Mars, the technical sergeant training base.
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Hades swears, this is the weirdest mechanical sage he has ever seen.

Numerous electric wires arched a tall and curved back, which was two ends taller than Hades, with a bloated and huge body. Under the scarlet cashmere robe, geometric shapes protruded, arched and sunken with a certain rhythm.

Compared with the huge body, the two main limbs are eerily slender and stretch out, with a silvery metallic luster, but the ends of the limbs have been anthropomorphic, and the limbs of the humanoid hand are holding the recommendation letter that Hades just handed to him. letter.

With just a glance, the sage raised his eyes with faint blue light and stared at Hades.

"Hello, Hades of the Death Guard."

The harsh but extremely clear synthesized high-gothic electronic sound plays,
"Praise the Om Messiah, as an individual, I congratulate the No.14 Legion for recovering the Primarch."

The Primarch is the most sophisticated machine created by the God of All Machines, and another Primarch has been found. Geer Jordan feels that he has only a few left, and the wetware of 12.00% point seven begins secrete dopamine.

The Great Crusade will win, and the truth will walk among them again.

"You may call me the Sage of Jordan, and my apprentice and I will be in charge of your next training for at least thirty standard Tara years."

"Apprentice technical sergeant Hades, your biological key has been entered into the base system. At present, you can access rooms and knowledge at the level of Gamma."

Geer Jordan stares at Hades' left brain, if his electronic left brain can be adapted to Sigma-309 serial communication protocol, or its variant 309k protocol, then the tech sergeant's learning time can be shortened by at least 20.00% Three times.

He should directly send the following learning materials to this technical sergeant. After passing the preliminary inspection of Hades' electronic left brain, it has the nature of anti-perspective and band attack. There is a 90.00% probability that Hades can Receive direct messages from Geer Jordan --

Sage Jordan feels that the output of the AND gate of his circuit is "0", the answer is no.

It is not possible to directly transmit binary information to technical sergeants who have not obtained the authority, and the sage has not obtained the authority of the other party.

This action violated the Legion's agreement with the Mechanicum.

According to the previous analysis and processing of the behavior of the legionary space fighters, Jordan judged that he should choose to ask Hades about the basic functions of the left brain after he had a preliminary understanding of the teachings of the God of Myriad Machines.

"Apprentice technical sergeant Hades, you can choose to rest for the rest of the Martian day today. The list of knowledge you will master next has been sent to your lounge by the servant."

"Beginning as a technical sergeant, after tomorrow, we will peek into the greatness of the god of all machines and feel the pulse of truth."

"The first lesson is awe and faith."

"Praise the God of all opportunities, praise the Om Messiah."

The mechanical sage's calm but fanatical voice echoed in the room. Hades stared at the other side, not knowing whether to echo the other's words or remain silent.

Fortunately, the sage on the opposite side obviously wouldn't care about him, a rookie who just arrived. The other party chose to remain silent, and the servitor opened the door, motioning Hades to leave.

An unknown underground casting furnace.

"he came."

The transmission of binary code words cannot cover up the screams of wailing.

There is no need for muting, the sage is not wasting his precious time and energy here.

That liar, that liar!
Sage will make him pay.

The marked prey cast themselves into the net, this is the favor given to him by the God of Myriad Chances!

The cruiser that was about to set off was called to an emergency stop.

Whether it is war or deception, no one can escape his calculations.

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　　By the way, in Mechanic Cult, sages have different degrees of belief and understanding of the teachings, and there is no conclusion.

　　Also, there may be a lot of fabrications when writing Mechanicus, because the system of the original text is too complicated.

　　Here, I would like to thank Belisariu Kaur, station b up, for the mechanical teaching materials he compiled, which are of great help to me in writing this article.

　　There's another episode tonight, but don't wait.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)