Chapter 95 85. When I Knocked on the Electronic Wooden Fish, the Machine Soul Praised Me: Are You Praying for Nm?

On the first day of class, I started to memorize words.

Hades, whose style was a little sloppy, was sitting in the library in a daze, memorizing proper nouns with no desire for life. All around him, various books formed his prison——

"One hundred and one basic circuits that must be taught in the incubator", "Three thousand kinds of screws that must be memorized as a robot servant".

Of course, there are more titles written in binary, octal, or ASCII code, such as "\u5982\u4f55\u7528\ud1\u6cb9\u53d6\u60a6\u4f60\u7684\u673a\u68b0".

Not far from Hades, the snoring of the wolf Manning was loud and loud, provoking Hades's sanity that was about to break.

Forget it, the other party is a rich young master, and you are the only hope of the newly established legion with nothing but standard parts.

After swallowing the knowledge that was about to overflow, Hades bowed his head again in resignation.

He finally realized what the so-called "thirty years of study" meant.

Even humans like Space Marines who have enhanced their learning ability need thirty years to master the most basic technical maintenance of a legion.

It's really like putting soldiers on Mars and sprinting for the college entrance examination for thirty years, right?

Hades suddenly felt an indescribable admiration for the technical sergeants and casting masters in the Death Guard.

Thankfully, he still has an electronic brain. Hades simply flipped through the pages and took pictures, then let his left brain copy the knowledge in, and then call up the knowledge when he came back.

Why doesn't the Mechanicus have things like USB flash drives? !

What Hades didn't know was that the Mechanicus really had such a thing, but he obviously didn't have the authority to use it.

After feeling that he was really going to vomit in the physical sense, Hades finally raised his head and rubbed his neck.

He stared at the wall opposite and began to be in a daze.

In fact, since Hades walked out of the mechanical sanctuary a few days ago on Mars, he has been thinking about the Mechanicus.

According to Hades's memory in his previous life, the birth of the Mechanicus was promoted by the Emperor, in order to allow some of the technology to survive the Dark Ages intact so that he could start the Great Crusade.

The Emperor originally intended that Hades not judge, he knew that the Emperor needed someone to sacrifice his life for knowledge in that dark age.

And faith is often the best catalyst for such behavior.

And the cheapest faith is often covered with a layer of religion and ignorance.

But when he saw the enthusiasm of the mechanical sage, the faith from the heart, and the awareness that the Emperor was the Messiah of Om.

Hades was still a little shocked.

No, it is meaningless to dwell on a fact that has already been done. Hades has never wasted his precious brain cells in such a place.

What bothered him was that here, faith is really useful. If you pray to a god, then a god will respond to your prayer in the subspace.

Where did the prayers of the Mechanicus go?

Hades did not see them praying out a God of All Machines in the subspace.

Hades currently has two guesses. The first is that the faith of the Mechanicus has gone to the real "God of All Machines", that is, the Void Dragon imprisoned by the Emperor in the underground palace of Mars.

The Void Dragon is a fragment of the Star God, and the Star God can be simply understood as a god in the physical world, a powerful existence of pure material existence.

So the faith of the Mechanicus in him is useless to him, because the Star God only abides by the laws of the physical universe.

The second guess is that the Emperor pretended to be the agent of the Void Dragon in the world, took away the authority of the Void Dragon, and instilled all the faith of the Mechanicus into the Emperor.

Well. No matter what, it is certain that the Emperor is the biggest beneficiary in the game between the Mechanicus and the Void Dragon.

It's just that those sages who believe in the Mechanicus

The attitudes of the Mechanicus sages towards the doctrine are also unique. Some are fanatics, and some just label themselves as believers for the convenience of their own experiments.

For example, the Mechanical Sage Gel Jordan, who Hades is currently in contact with, is a fanatic of the Mechanicus who takes every opportunity to preach to Hades.

Hades said, ah, yes, yes, you are right, praise Ohm Messiah.

The fluorescent watch on the wall was set to noon on Mars, and the "beep" interrupted Hades' thinking.

Looking at the books on the table, Hades collapsed in the pile of books, banging his head on the table again and again.

He had once imagined that he would finish learning early and return to the team early, but what the hell is going on now? !

However, what Hades didn't know was that his current learning speed was much faster than others, but others were at other stages, and Hades had no comparison, so naturally he would not have an intuitive impression of his own learning speed.

Wild Wolf Manning was awakened by the sound of Hades banging the table, and the shouting stopped abruptly. Manning raised his head sleepily and looked at the time on the wall.

"What? It's time, go eat!"

"Let's go, don't study anymore!"

This was the second day that Hades was taken away by Wild Wolf Manning.

The food on Mars is a kind of specially seasoned algae and a white porridge with a faint smell of motor oil.

The brown-green spherical algae, seasoned with vinegar and salt, shimmers under the light.

The porridge is still the same porridge, but it has no taste at all, except for a faint smell of motor oil.

Compared with the sweet taste on the Death Guard, the food on Mars is salty.

It's okay, Hades is not picky about food!

Hades, who had been reading books for the whole morning, turned his grief into appetite--

Good brother, just do it!

When Hades put down the 23rd plate of seasoned algae, Manning was staring at him in amazement.

"Brother, don't you provide food on the Death Guard?"

The food provided by the oil man, the wolf Manning would not eat it if he could, and feed them grass every day? !

Every time he picked up a piece of grass, Manning would think of the days when he ate meat in Fenris.

What kind of ascetic life is this? !

Other technical sergeants also only eat as necessary to maintain life.

And Hades is definitely the first person Manning has seen who eats so actively.

Hades silently swallowed the algae in his throat.

"The food on the Death Guard is also very good. The nutritious porridge and metal blocks are delicious and filling."

"Is this what you eat every day?"

Hades looked at Wild Wolf Manning with a puzzled look,

"Yes, every day."

Isn't that the minimum standard diet for Space Marines? !

Manning was shocked. You Death Guard eat this?

He had heard of the afternoon tea of ​​the Emperor's Children, the dinner of the Ultramarines, and the blood meal of the Blood Angels. Other simple legions would at least add some bread or meat from nearby agricultural planets to their diet.

But this was the first time he heard of the Death Guard's diet.

The humane Primarch and the extremely difficult diet, these two points, how can they not be put together? !

But seeing the self-righteous expression of Hades opposite him, Manning couldn't say anything.

Forget it, I'll hunt some game next time I take him for a drink.

It's rare to find someone who can play with him.

Wild Wolf Manning thought secretly.

As for Hades, who was sitting opposite him, he began to think about life again.

He seemed to remember that Enrique asked him to stay away from the wild wolf, but what was going on now?

It was just a fight, how could it turn out like this?

Hades looked around and chose the Iron Hands, Iron Warriors and other warriors who sat the farthest from them.

Hmm. Why do I feel that I am hated?

On the contrary, Moon Wolf Sunderland and War Dog Perez noticed Hades's gaze and smiled at him friendly.

The afternoon class was practical. Although Hades could choose to continue studying hard in the library, Hades decisively gave up and immediately ran to the mechanical workshop.

In the distance, there were the lights of other technical sergeants cutting and reassembling machinery, while Hades stared thoughtfully at a Demos Rhino tank in front of him.

The Mechanicus Church chose the "gentle machine soul" in their eyes to start the first practical lesson of the technical sergeants.

So, what is a machine soul?

As far as Hades knows, there are three types of machine souls.

The first category is the metaphysical machine soul, which has its projection in the subspace.

This is also the most common and common machine soul, which is usually condensed by the surrounding soldiers' belief in them.

The second category is the scientific machine soul. The Mechanicus calls some systems that can perform automated tasks or have a certain degree of autonomy machine souls.

The third category is the hatred of intelligence, because after the Scarlet Agreement, the Emperor explicitly prohibited the mechanical sages from continuing AI-related research to prevent the next rebellion.

But in fact, some mechanical sages dancing in the gray area still have intelligent AI in their hands.

In order to avoid being noticed, the sages uniformly call these AI machine souls.

What, you said I violated the treaty?

No, this is not AI, this is the great machine soul——

"Hello, Lord Hades from the Death Guard."

A sentence interrupted Hades' thinking.

A technical servant with a frayed edge of his robe flashed out from behind the Rhino tank. Unlike other technical servants Hades had seen, he was highly mechanized, with no human tissue on his face, only cables and display screens.

What surprised Hades even more was that the eyes of this technical servant were not ordinary electronic eyes, but a long display screen, with pixel-style blue eyes flashing.

"Hello."

Hades blinked,

"What's your name?"

The technical servant shook as if he was flattered, and shrank back a bit, and even a sweat drop symbol appeared on his display screen.

What's going on? Hades was full of question marks.

"Just call me Jin, my name is Jin-306."

The deliberately anthropomorphic tone sounded, and this technical servant even simulated a stuttering tone.

As far as Hades knew, most servants despised human bodies, and they even disliked the airflow that would reduce communication efficiency when normal vocal cords made sounds.

Well. Maybe there are all kinds of birds in the forest?

But at least it's not those dogmatic technical servants, Hades feels good.

Hades, who was thinking about continuing to contact the machine soul, didn't care too much about these. He looked at the thin technical servant and motioned him to continue.

Seeing that Hades didn't show obvious emotions, Jin-306's eyes flashed,

"My lord, 306 will be responsible for your practical learning from now on. You can ask 306 all kinds of questions, and 306 will answer you with the most official answers."

"Today, the arrangement of the Mechanicus is to let you have your first contact with the machine soul."

"The MK1C Demos Rhino in front of you is the third batch of tanks mass-produced by the Mechanicum in the early days of the Great Crusade. It has been active in the front line of the war with the aliens since then. It was finally discontinued due to the corrosion effect caused by the mixture of different fuels in its engine."

"According to data records, its machine soul first appeared in a tug-of-war on an agricultural planet. After the fuel volume was obviously insufficient to drive it, in order to ensure the completion of the mission, the machine still traveled about 3.4 kilometers and successfully arrived at the destination."

"After that, this machine showed machine soul consciousness many times."

"Therefore, after its retirement, the Jordanian sage chose to pull it back from the front line and use it for education and to inspire the soldiers' pious belief in machine souls."

"According to your previous genetic data, this machine has the highest affinity with you, so it was taken out of the warehouse for teaching."

According to the description of the veteran who drove it before, the machine soul profile of this MK1C Demos Rhino is extremely disgusted with aliens, kind, tolerant, tough, and sleepy.

In the previous daily inspections of the Mechanicus, most of the machines that approached Hades would show a slight degree of irritability.

So the sage arranged this machine soul with the best temper for Hades, no one else.

Jin's electronic eyes flashed and made a smiling expression.

"Now, my lord, please let me teach you the basic process of offering machine souls."

Burning incense, lighting candles, applying oil, covering the mottled shell of the tank with scarlet silk, and gorgeous gold threads glittering on it.

After a set of procedures, Hades looked at the obviously inconsistent combination of machinery and fabrics and blinked.

Jin bowed deeply to the tank, turned his head, and bowed to Hades,

"My lord, the ceremony is over, I can feel the calm and happy machine soul, and then you can put your hand on it and feel the resonance with the machine soul."

"This process requires silence, I will leave now."

"If you need, please call me at any time."

Jin's electronic eyes flashed, and then quietly left and disappeared among a pile of machines.

Hades looked at Jin and suddenly felt the humility of Party B to Party A.

We are all workers, it's okay, I won't make things difficult for you!

After lamenting that it is not easy for anyone to live, Hades came back to his senses and looked at the tank with craters again. The fire flickered, and the wax oil was slowly sliding down its shell, and the red silk was smooth.

Well. Although it may look silly, Hades still took off his technician gloves and carefully touched the shell of the old tank.

Knowing that there is a high probability that there is a first-class metaphysical machine soul in this rhino, just in case, Hades deliberately compressed the black domain to the other side of his body to avoid contact with the tank.

Then he closed his eyes and tried hard to communicate with the machine soul.

Well. How to communicate? !

Ordinary technical sergeants, after calming down, will sense the faint call of the machine soul, and then judge the condition of the machine and whether it is suitable for combat.

But Hades, he can't feel anything at the moment.

It was like he was staring at a stone.

Finally, after staring for almost an hour, Hades couldn't hold it anymore.

He tried hard to recall the prayer scenes of the Mechanicus on weekdays.

He remembered!

The mechanical sages would make mechanical servants that only sang binary hymns, and then placed them in the sanctuary, which was said to make the machine souls very happy.

Hades could do something similar!

The main content of this prayer behavior was people singing hymns. To simplify it, would the machine souls be triggered as long as the mechanical hymns were kept on?

Hades didn't know, but he had been staring for more than an hour anyway, so he decided to give it a try.

Hades controlled his left brain to find the content of the hymn recorded before, and then began to play the hymn in the form of radio waves.

Well. The reaction ability of the machine soul should be much faster than that of humans.

So Hades decisively increased the speed, and then copied another hymn in his left brain. Now there are two copies of the hymn playing!

The machine soul still didn't respond, but Hades, who was too bored, continued to copy the hymn in his left brain as if he had discovered a new world.

Not to mention, his electronic left brain had such processing power that it could smoothly open 777 copies of the highest quality of the frenzy.

Finally, when Hades happily copied the hymn for the thirteenth time-

"Boom!"

The tank beside him suddenly spewed out a burst of black smoke, and the other space warriors in the distance were startled and looked at Hades with confusion.

But Hades didn't care about these details.

Because at the same time, Hades' left brain received a binary word,

"Stop talking!"

Ah?

Good, he succeeded in communicating with the machine soul!

It had been sleeping all the time.

Those turbulent battlefields that made it excited have long become a thing of the past. It no longer needs to bulldoze in the muddy land or protect its comrades on the battlefield where bullets are flying.

It's old.

The endurance it was proud of before has caused it to wear out. It hopes to have a great war so that it can exert the last bit of heat of a war machine on the battlefield.

However, it was taken away, away from its comrades, and enshrined in the sanctuary.

It is the oldest one, witnessing batch after batch of technical soldiers.

Later, more partners joined, and the mechanical sage heard its desire for rest, so it slowly idled.

It sleeps endlessly, sleeping in the hymn of incense. Compared with the smoke and roar, these sweet things gradually dull its senses.

I won't wake up again, it thought

It will sleep forever in a peaceful and pleasant dream until—

A harsh, garbled sound sounded in its ears crazily,

It opened its bird servant angrily and saw this thing that made it unhappy at first sight.

"Where are you praying for your mother?"

it says.

Terra, the Royal Palace.

"What was that just now?"

Mortarion looked at Malcador, whose face was hidden across from him, and asked,

".That was your father's effort."

"Psychic? He will also become the blasphemous existence of the subspace?"

Hearing Mortarion's insult to the Emperor, Malcador took a deep breath.

"You should understand that your father's painstaking spirituality does not always mean Chaos Mortarion, and I thought you knew that."

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