Chapter 233 Will the Clone Dream of the Goddess Aisha?

Did it hit the person on the other side?

Hearing the curses from the other side of the portal, Ron was numb.

Sure enough, that black-hearted oil man could not do anything good.

"Start the search-and-capture order!"

The mechanical sage was obviously annoyed by the sudden attack and was determined to catch the attacker.

Buzz--

Before Ron could react, accompanied by a slight mechanical noise, a servo skull flew over the portal.

Fortunately, Carter was quick-witted and punched it out the moment it flew in.

Damn, we must close the door quickly!

At the same time, Ron came to his senses, and he quickly controlled his body to close the portal through the Blackstone Throne.

He looked at the dim portal and was a little worried.

The servo skull entered the portal, and I don't know if it took any photos or collected any information.

"I assure you, it was just a simple accident. Who knew that there was someone standing on the other side..."

Kaul scratched his head, feeling a little depressed.

Ron glanced at him and said unhappily: "From now on, no more random throwing of debris!"

"Lord Savior, do you need me to go over and deal with it?"

Carter asked.

The servo skull may have collected some information, and it is best to destroy it.

"No need to cause more trouble"

Ron shook his head and rejected Carter's proposal.

In this case, rashly going over will only expose more information and attract more hostility.

Moreover, the Forge World is equivalent to the base camp of the Mechanicus in this area, with a large number of armed cultists, and its strength should not be underestimated.

It is just a small trouble now.

If there is damage or fighting in the past, it may become a big trouble.

As for the information, let it be exposed, there is nothing we can do about it.

When the territory uses the webway on a large scale in the future, the relevant information will definitely not be concealed.

Fortunately, his territory is on the dark side of the empire.

Even if the forces related to the empire covet the webway, they will not be able to find the location of the territory in a short time.

Even if they find the location, they can't come over.

For Ron, as long as he doesn't light the Star Torch, the Empire can't do anything to him.

He only needs to defend against the attacks of Chaos forces and aliens.

Of course, we also need to be vigilant against attacks from within the Webway.

...

Yellow Springs VIII Forge World.

A huge brown star ring surrounds the planet.

This is a forge world located on the eighth huge satellite on the ring of a gas giant planet in the Vulcanis binary star system.

Known as the Sleepless One-Eye.

The entire forge world is filled with choking smoke, and the surface is covered with countless giant furnace casting facilities, which devour minerals all the time.

Those giant monuments representing honorary machines are everywhere, and the magnificent weapons manufacturing factories are so large that they break through the sky.

This forge world once fell into the hands of traitors during the Horus Heresy, until the mysterious Eldar intervened and saved them.

This incident directly led to this forge world becoming the base camp of a secret branch within the Mechanicus.

This faction is dedicated to researching and exploring alien technology, which is opposed and attacked by most technical priests.

In simple terms, the technical priests here like to make trouble and do some mechanical technology related to aliens.

This also makes them not trusted by the Empire.

But given the importance of Huangquan No. 8 Forge World, even the Supreme Lords of Holy Terra are unwilling to interfere too much with their behavior.

The Alien Inquisition does not think so.

In their view, the various behaviors there are naked heresy.

It is a humiliation to their duties.

However, they have no way to judge them directly. After all, as one of the two-headed eagles of the Empire, the Mechanicus is not a vegetarian.

A*VIII1248 Mechanical Factory.

Dozens of Mechanicus Skitarii Hunters are searching this area.

They are all wearing crimson mechanical armor, holding phosphorus guns, and wearing pure black robes.

The crimson mechanical armor represents that they are still the God of All Machines and Mars.

The black battle robe represents that they are good at secret actions to cover up their shameful "heresy" behavior.

"We haven't found the attackers yet. Did they disappear out of thin air? Keep looking!"

Mechanical Sage Parus was obviously very dissatisfied with the efficiency of the hunters and angrily scolded them.

He was sure that an attacker had attacked him with a strange jar just now.

Although it did not cause any damage, it interrupted his meditation and caused the inspiration he had finally captured to slip away.

This made Parus very angry. He must make that damn guy pay the price!

Zizi~

A servo skull that was almost broken was sparking, and it finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

That damn guy also destroyed his own mechanical creation!

Parrus was even more angry. His manipulator grabbed the servo skull and inserted the data pipeline into it.

Fortunately, the data core of the servo skull was not completely destroyed, and he could analyze some information from it.

After a while, Parrus found the residual image in the data core of the servo skull and projected it into the air.

He could see that when the servo skull flew to an area, it hit the distorted space, and a big fist hit it at the moment of passing through the space.

Then, the picture ended.

That's it?

Parrus was a little confused. He couldn't see what was on the other side of the space at all. He only saw a big fist.

Fortunately, he also got some information.

That is, the attacker has some kind of space technology that can hide his body, and his power is extremely strong!

But Parrus was a little strange. Why didn't the enemy attack directly, but just hit him lightly?

He couldn't figure it out.

In the end, he could only get a more reasonable answer, that is, the attacker didn't have much malice.

As for why, he couldn't be sure.

Parus put away the strange can that hit him and set up several monitoring devices in that space.

If there are any changes in that space, he will know it in the first time.

After that, he dispersed the Skitarii Hunters.

Since the attackers have space technology, they will definitely not be able to find anyone.

Parus did not choose to report it. This mechanical factory is equivalent to his independent kingdom. He will not let other guys intervene.

"Authentic mechanical fuel drink?"

After returning to the mechanical workshop, Parus put the strange can on the instrument and observed it carefully.

There is a guy's head with his hand making a Y on the can, which is very annoying at first glance. I guess that guy is a megalomaniac.

This is a creation of this religion.

Because the can is printed with the logo of the Mechanicus and a special emblem that he has never seen.

It looks like a combination of the Holy Gear and the Holy Sun.

Each forging world has its own special emblem.

Huangquan No. 8 also has its own special emblem, which is composed of half of a holy gear plus a variant of the letter A, a skull and the Roman numeral VIII.

So, this jar was also made by a certain forge world?

Parus checked the information on the jar. He entered the relevant information into the database, but did not find any relevant information.

That is not a product known to the Empire.

Similarly, he could not find the information of that forge world.

But it is understandable that there are indeed many forge worlds in the galaxy that are not recognized or whose information has been deleted.

Parus looked at the jar and muttered: "Refresh your mind, drink authentic fuel drink..."

Then he saw the small words below: "It tastes better than the modified fuel drink?"

There is no doubt that this is a special drink produced by a certain forge world, and it is specially developed for technical priests.

It is a very rare product.

Parus couldn't help but feel a little curious and wanted to taste it, but he couldn't take it lightly.

He put the fuel drink into a sealed box that could withstand high-intensity explosions, and manipulated the mechanical arm to open it for sampling.

After confirming that it was non-toxic and harmless.

Parus took out the fuel drink curiously and took a sip.

Zi~

The dark red mechanical eyes suddenly lit up, and the old parts accelerated.

Parus swore that this was the most delicious drink he had ever drunk.

He felt that the mechanical parts of his body were lubricated a lot, and the sweet, cool and stimulating gasoline smell rushed straight into the biological brain.

That feeling is indescribable!

His turbid thoughts suddenly became clear, and the alien technology formula he had been thinking about had a better solution.

"Praise Omnissiah!"

Parus couldn't believe that just by drinking a small sip of the drink, his lost inspiration came back.

And the idea is more perfect, with a qualitative breakthrough!

There is a reason why the fuel drink is popular among oil men. It has a real and powerful effect.

It can not only be used as a special lubricant to repair body parts, but also refresh the mind.

In fact, the original fuel drink did not have such an effect.

But the two great sages of the Urs Mechanic Cult, Caul and Moss, fought endlessly over the fuel drink, starting a crazy arms race.

They constantly adjusted the formula and added more beneficial substances to it regardless of the cost.

In order to obtain a better formula, they also spent sky-high gear coins to let Xiao Ling use unimaginable computing power to deduce and optimize the formula.

Tens of thousands of version optimizations were carried out.

Today, the authentic fuel drink in Parus's hand is the latest model.

This fuel drink, without affecting its taste, has dozens of substances that are beneficial to the body and mind.

The original pulp is sealed in a storage tank surrounded by a small solar energy pipeline, buried deep underground in a lucky place more than ten kilometers.

It is fully fermented, has a unique flavor, and incorporates a trace amount of small sun energy.

That is the core technology of the authentic Kaul school, far ahead.

The new fuel drink is Kaul's masterpiece, temporarily defeating Moss's improved fuel drink.

But he did not slack off.

It is said that Moss is brewing a big move recently. He is preparing to launch the latest improved fuel drink, which has been preheated on the mechanical forum.

It has to be vigilant!

In short, after Kaul and Moss's tens of thousands of cost-free improvements, the mechanical fuel drink has gone beyond the scope of ordinary drinks.

It is probably a health product with powerful effects...

When Parus drank that thing, it was almost like injecting some kind of mind-enhancing potion.

And it was a very advanced one.

After all, it was made at no cost, and it was attached with the energy of the small sun.

"Oh, the almighty creator, what a precious thing this is..."

Parus was quite emotional. He didn't expect the attacker to hit him with such a precious drink.

What a good man.

He couldn't bear to drink it again, so he kept the fuel drink in a special force field device and hid it.

Such precious things should be stored carefully.

After Parus kept the fuel drink, he prepared to continue researching the alien technology project.

He was obsessed with it and devoted almost all his energy to it.

For the technical priests of the secret school, there is nothing happier than studying alien technology.

That is their ideal and passion.

This is mainly caused by the overly conservative and repressive academic atmosphere within the Mechanicus.

Most of the time, the main task of the Mechanicus is to explore and maintain existing technology, and they are hostile to all new technology.

Even if it is technology from the STC, those oil guys need to test it thousands of times.

A research discussion meeting will be held for each stage of testing. After countless tests, discussions, and debates, a blueprint that can be manufactured can finally be formed.

However, by the time the blueprint is officially formed, dozens or hundreds of years have passed.

Even if the blood of the oilers is replaced with special reagents, it has a lifespan of several centuries or even more.

But given such a long and tedious research process, they can only study a few projects in their lifetime.

And they spend so much of their lives just to test and replicate the existing technology.

They can only roll in the pile of old papers for their whole life.

When the oilers secretly come into contact with the alien technology and secretly conduct research, it is as if they have entered a whole new world.

Once you try this feeling, you can never go back.

The technical priests who are too obsessed with taboo technology are more likely to fall into chaos and become black oilers.

Based on the inspiration he just got, Parus studies the alien technology and closely monitors the previous space area.

He has a hunch that the attacker will come again.

...

Research ship.

After collecting data from several teleportation portals, Ron returned to the ship with everyone.

Now is the initial exploration, and it is enough to simply collect relevant data.

The Ministry of the Interior is setting up a network operation and maintenance department, which will be a huge department with millions of people.

In the future, they will move in and be responsible for handling network-related work.

For example, finding and counting the data of all teleportation portals, maintaining the operation of the network, and controlling network traffic.

As soon as he sat down in the lounge, Ron frowned at the pungent smell of engine oil.

That was the smell of fuel drink. Cole was drinking that stuff again.

Ron really couldn't understand why engine oil guys liked to drink these sticky things.

Not long ago, Cole was still trying to pull him to stand for authentic fuel drink, saying that he wanted to print his portrait on the can.

Good guy, isn't that an endorsement?

But Ron thought about it and refused sternly on the grounds that it would undermine fair competition.

The main reason was that he really didn't like that stuff.

Ron rubbed his nose and continued to browse the information of Huangquan No. 8 Forging World on the data board.

As a famous forge world of the Empire, Huangquan No. 8 will become the focus of the territory's future contact.

See if there is a chance to get some important technologies of the Empire.

At present, some of the territory's technologies are indeed higher than the average level of the Empire, but they are mainly concentrated in the fields related to the subspace and small sun energy.

The overall technical level is far inferior to the prosperous areas of the Empire.

There is no high-end technology that maintains the rule of the Empire.

For example, Terminator armor, Titan fortress, hot melt weapons, etc.

Even the armor worn by the Space Marines is just a modified emergency product.

In the future, we have to get the most advanced power armor technology and then optimize and improve it.

This initial exploration of the webway actually has another important purpose

That is to see if we can find some technological relics to fill the technological gap of the territory.

However, the current exploration results have disappointed Ron.

This area has nothing except a large number of teleportation portals and hidden chaos monsters.

Didn't the ancient Eldar once occupy the webway? Why didn't they leave anything behind?

It's too clean. Not even a piece of iron sheet can be found.

Even if there are some scraps left for me to pick up, it's fine. At least there is something to gain.

Ron sighed deeply. He no longer has much hope of finding the relics of ancient technology.

After Duke and his team returned from cleaning up the chaos monsters, the expedition ship took off again.

They will continue along the main channel to explore deeper areas.

"There's nothing to see. It's like an infinite copy..." Ron leaned against the porthole, propping up his chin to observe the situation outside.

The scenery of the main channel is monotonous, with almost no changes, and even the rubble ruins can't be seen.

But this is a good thing, proving that the webway area controlled by the Black Stone Gate is very well preserved.

But such a scenery is too boring.

Ron looked at it for a while, and then he felt sleepy, so he simply lay down to rest.

The subspace energy here was too active, and he fell asleep quickly and fell into a nightmare.

In the dream, he was entangled in the illusion related to Slaanesh again, which was more exciting than before!

Ron not only dreamed of various top beauties in his previous life, but also dreamed of Slaanesh and Aisha, the goddess of life of the Eldar who was like an elven goddess.

Hiss~

Unlocked a new scene?

This dream is different from the previous ones. At this moment, he is on a strange planet.

Everything around is so white and soft, like cotton candy.

He held hands with Slaanesh, Aisha and others and flew gently into the sky, and came to the white and soft cloud bed.

Aisha and other warm and soft jades were covered with gauze, looking at him with expectant eyes.

Seeing this, Ron reacted a little.

No, why did he dream of Aisha, wasn't she in the garden of Nurgle?

Aisha, the goddess of life, is a rare subspace entity of truth, goodness and beauty, but her experience is too tragic.

She was first captured by the Eldar war god Cain to play imprisonment, and then abducted by Slaanesh, who planned to make her into a permanent doll.

Fortunately, Nurgle was obsessed with Aisha, and he was furious for her and snatched her from Slaanesh.

Nurgle protected Aisha in the Nurgle Garden.

He sent Nurgle spirits to jump around her feet and laugh to make her laugh, planted festering poisonous grass and twisted withered flowers in the valley for her to appreciate, and often used the plague cauldron to make the best soup for her.

He hoped that his beloved goddess would be happy, but the goddess was always expressionless and depressed.

What a pure love war god!

Ron looked at the pitiful goddess of life Aisha in front of him, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

What on earth did the little boy Slaanesh do to this death?

Was he doing this to Nurgle's beloved goddess in his dream?

At the same time, Ron could feel that Aisha was so real, not fake.

This dream was too bizarre.

But it was already here.

As Ron walked forward and gently hugged Aisha, he felt tears dripping on his chest.

Then he heard the goddess crying...