Chapter 60: The Message in a Bottle

Hazy Star Field, Cadia Sector, Sub-segment, Savage Planet Code ∑-3

Code: Flagship of the Ronin Trader, Destiny Steel

Status: Parked

Deep underground in Captain Watt's mechanical throne, hundreds of Thinkers were connected together, soaked in the cold liquid, making a slight buzzing sound, and countless thick cables gathered into one, passing through the floor and connected to the captain's throne in parallel.

——The main sensor array has been turned on, monitoring radius 20 AU——

A communication light lit up, and an abnormal code message from the bubble cabin that needed to be confirmed attracted the captain's attention.

Bakhte Watt pondered for a moment.

"Sensor array, initiate reality and subspace scans at this coordinate."

——Artificial object data confirmed, coordinate σ-00-7

——Data analysis results are being settled——

——Please wait——

——Results verified, suspected Imperial ship fragments, quantity 1——

"Sensors increase the scanning intensity of the objects at this coordinate by 300%, and conduct further detailed scans."

——Data analysis results are being returned——

——Results confirmed, Mars Mechanicus Mechanical Ark fragments, quantity 1, no other Imperial ships nearby, trying to scan the keel code——

——Keel code is severely damaged and cannot be confirmed——

——Scanning the appearance model for database comparison——

The sensor's scanning results were quickly fed back to the retina of the cyborg captain, and the experienced captain made a decision immediately.

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[Why are there so many things happening in waves? 】Rami Zahn, who was taking a ride on the planet's astonishingly huge flat-topped mountains - specifically, Ahlin was driving the vehicle; Perturabo was sitting in the co-pilot seat, asking Ahlin to use the machine gun to shoot at some large protozoa on the planet while processing documents; and someone was eating snacks and looking at the scenery in the back seat - muttered in the telepathic communication.

【I thought we could go to the Iron Blood to soak in the hot springs after the ride, and then go back to the room to rest after dinner. 】

【You already have my original body, so what are you not satisfied with? This little time is insignificant to the iron body. 】Bian Mu was very unhappy and gnashing his teeth, 【And you didn't do anything except sleeping, eating and looking at the scenery in the back seat today, why do you want to relax yourself like you just killed a galaxy of aliens? 】

【That's right, but accompanying you for a ride has already exhausted my daily quota of energy for going out and socializing, and they are only these -】Rami Zahn used his fingers to make a small "millimeter", 【After using it up, you have to relax and recharge, otherwise I can't handle anything! 】

【What the hell is this so-called social energy quota? Is there such a thing as weakness in my body, Perturabo? 】

【Well, this is not easy to explain. But it really exists, believe me. 】

Bian Mu decided not to continue the conversation with his stupid body, lest he be dragged into some more ridiculous debate level.

He paused the file processing and tapped the input device to make an electronic sound.

"Ahalin."

The attendant who was happily using the twin-linked bolter to beat the prey into a sieve immediately responded. "Your orders, my lord."

"Send us back to the Iron Blood, there are some things we need to deal with."

"Yes, my lord."

Perturabo's exclusive Storm Eagle gunboat was quickly lifted into the air by the anti-gravity engine, and then started its own rocket engine and flew towards the Iron Blood.

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The Iron Ring Mechanical Guard loudly announced the arrival of the Primarch, and as the electronic sound disappeared, another voice came from the entrance of the bridge.

"We have made some amazing new discovery that requires you to use the emergency communication channel, Bakhte." Walking up to the front bridge with big strides, the captains and officers saluted their legion masters one after another. Ramizane waved his hand, indicating that they could return to their respective posts.

He walked to Captain Walter's command throne, where two large seats were set up at the highest point of the entire bridge - although Captain Walter himself had some complaints - one was for the Primarch, and in addition to its practical functions, it was decorated with a large amount of ancient metal and carvings from Olympia; the other was for the current celebrity in front of the Primarch, the beloved Elder Khadormo.

Although no one knew why a Contemptor Dreadnought with metal legs needed a special seat, since the Lord of Steel had allowed the Guardian Lord and Tenth Captain's usurped request, everything that should be on the bridge would be there, and Captain Walter's ancient wisdom would never allow him to put his doubts into words.

"Perturabo" walked to his exquisite and comfortable throne and sat down. Elder Khadormo sat on the other side of the throne, and the aide stood below them.

The cyborg captain saluted as far as he could.

"My lord, we found the wreckage of a ship that is likely to be from the Martian Mechanicus in this uninhabited system."

"Oh?"

[Let him report the detailed data. With Walter's caution, he must have mastered more information before sending us a communication. ]

"Well... report the specific information to me, Bakhte."

"Yes, my lord," the cyborg captain's eyes flashed with a light of data communication, "the damage to this mechanical ark is very serious, but according to optical and other scanning analysis, it should have been destroyed in an accident, very much like it suffered some kind of natural disaster-like destruction. The intensity and degree of the destruction are too high, it doesn't seem to be attacked by weapons. In addition, because it is too cold and dead, we have not found any signs of the blessing of the Supreme Heaven from it for the time being."

"Go on."

"-Its entire tail and most of its head are lost, leaving only a small part of the middle fragment."

[It sounds like the gravity and life support systems of this ark have been destroyed or shut down, which is no different from a piece of space drift. 】

"It has been broken to this extent, it is almost impossible for it to have any value for you to bring us back from the hunting on the surface of the fake... planet, Bakhte."

"Yes, my lord, but when we were about to move the sensor to another place, the sensor scanned a very weak orderly signal."

Lami Zane remained calm.

"It's amazing how tenacious it is. But the ruins may contain filthy orcs, mutants, or even something worse. All in all, it's nothing special."

"Generally speaking, that's right, my lord, but according to the results of the sensor array scan, there should be only a small part of the entire debris that still has a functioning life support capsule, and the signal it sends is a special internal code of the Mechanicus, my lord."

[Oh? ]

"Things are getting interesting, so you must have deciphered it to have the courage to tell me this."

The cyborg captain bowed solemnly again.

"That's right, my lord, the deciphered code part first shows a name, and then others."

"Who is it?"

"The deciphered message is as follows: Anyone who - must - the Ark and - the inviolable private property of the great Belisarius Cawl - return - will -."

Quack!

Anyway, I need to do something important tomorrow which will consume the author's social energy quota, and I have a feeling that I will probably encounter some obstacles, so if there is no update after 2 o'clock tomorrow, then I will update two chapters at 6 o'clock (change of direction). If there is a normal update after 2 o'clock, then it will be a smooth day - ε-(｀;)