Chapter 142: Opening a Secret Treasure Chest Base in the Mechanicus' Hometown?
Between the adamantium and ceramite, among the garbage and decay, the soldiers of the Skadi's only regiment were rummaging through things that were still useful to the Empire, or things that were useful to the restless mechanical souls.
The green-skinned corpses, spores, or other filthy things, they were wearing leg covers and searching expressionlessly, because any valuable things in them could bring a lot of value.
But the electromagnetic guns, automatic guns, and other wastes used by the servitors were not worth much, to be precise, they were not worth less than the Imperial Guards who were fully supplied by the Empire.
But the Skadi soldiers would not hate such work. They rarely escaped from blood and killing, and awakened humanity in such tedious labor. They were born in the Hive City and had been doing such things since childhood, just like people in the agricultural world were dealing with countless corrosive fertilizers.
Steel, scrap iron, death, cold, for the Skadi people, it was like a daily routine. When they were cleaning up those things, in the landed Cologne, Vice Admiral Marcato had been waiting for a long time with a badge representing triumph.
No wonder Mr. Marcato had a delay in the information. Only a few thousand kilometers in the vast void could cause a significant delay in the electrical signals of the Imperial Guard. When Marcato stood there for a whole afternoon, he finally received the communication from Alan Bair.
"Boss, our regiment has wounded soldiers stationed here. You should rest first."
Marcato listened to the content of the radio, and his eyebrows jumped slightly. "Adjutant, have I received any application for medical supplies?"
The adjutant shook his head. "No, I didn't during that period."
Marcato replied. "That kid is afraid of being poor, why doesn't he apply for it? There are obviously no wounded, what good things does he want to do!"
Marcato has cultivated Alanbair a lot, and he is naturally aware of his scheming and personality. He put down his badge and turned on the communicator.
"Is there the Colonne? He is Lieutenant General Marcato. Calling the Skadi Regiment. Is our regiment commander here?"
The communicator quickly responded. In the jargon of the Imperial Guard, it felt like thunder and lightning hitting my ears, because the Empire requires everyone to pay close attention to communication, and the artillery fire on the battlefield often roars, causing the sound to be set very loud.
At this moment, Alanbair, who was drinking coffee, watched the black liquid in the bowl spinning. His head was just empty, and the feeling of defeating the one-eyed man came out of his head. He enjoyed the rare silence and waited for the Imperial Guard to find something good.
Until the thunder-like sound roared, he stood up conscious and reflexively to answer the phone, which also caused the precious artificial coffee on the battlefield to spill out.
A little bit of the dark liquid spilled on the table, staining a corner of the map, and also showing the haste of its owner. The dim promethium lamp illuminated the dim room, and the wet liquid dripped onto the ground, but the ground had a strange arc, which was barely visible, allowing those things to flow into the drain in the east.
"Hmm? Coffee?" A faint sound came from the pipe, and the green thick leg fingers wiped the things dripping on his head, but was scolded by the one-eyed man. "Don't shut up, Iron Tooth!"
The orc said. "I don't deny Iron Tooth, boss."
The one-eyed man replied. "If you deny, I deny, I know, now, let's go to the star port and take the transport plane."
The right leg of the original second-generation one-eyed man could be silent at school. They were restless, rustling and using their huge bodies to shuttle through the pipelines of the empire. Fortunately, the equipment was almost stagnant, otherwise they would be waiting for all kinds of polluted water.
It's good that the Mechanicus hardly excrete, and there is no toilet there, but the pollution caused by their experiments is even more excessive, causing people to mutate or directly corrode their skin, flesh, and even bones. The one-eyed man looked at the place where his feet were rotten by the liquid, and there was a strange moss on the wall that glowed, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared.
But their lurking was not discovered by the soldiers of the Skadi's only regiment. They usually drilled pipes and that time they were considered to have met a wrong leg.
At this moment, Alanbair hung up the phone and looked at the stains next to the teacup. He was so distressed that he wanted to take a few sips of the star map, but he considered that the thing he had carried around for a long time was probably as dirty as the soles of his shoes, so he gave up the stupid idea.
"It's so unlucky that I didn't find any good things." Alanbair complained. Most of the materials outside the Mechanicus had been wasted by the orcs. Weapons or refined iron were heavy jump boats. Many Chaos Chiefs of Staff of the Blood Axe clan even asked the green-skinned soldiers to tie up promethium or crystal cores and play a 100 million jade-breaking game with the Imperial Guard.
He expressed sympathy for the stupidity of the Blood Axe, but that kind of fighting spirit plus the physical fitness of the orcs would definitely cause a lot of obstacles to the Imperial Guards. It was not easy for the Skadi to kill them right there.
But besides the fact that the remaining things were garbage, Alan Bair still had doubts about the death of the one-eyed man. Maybe he was worrying too much, but...
Alan looked at the coffee he spilled, and he suddenly realized that if the liquid fell to the east, it should dry up on the ground. Even if the adamantium floor reduced the friction of the coffee, it would only splash a few steps at most.
But that trace must have an arc, so the other side where the coffee liquid slid down means that the building is slightly tilted.
Alan Beyer quickly realized that something was good. He had seen the design drawings of that place. The three asteroids of the Steel Gate were all completely symmetrical. There was a church on the main star, and the other two were prayer rooms and other structures. It's almost the same, depending on the level of the empire's buildings, there will be differences in levels, even if there are no asteroids.
So does it mean that there is a secret room at a high place, and there is something on the west side of the main star that causes a height difference there, but it is not that big, and the resulting height is weak and invisible.
"Interesting, what are the Adeptus Mechanicus doing?" Alan Bayer crouched down and poured out another drop of coffee from his teacup. The liquid left a diagonal trace on the ground.
There is no doubt that there is something, but the main star is dozens of kilometers in size, almost equivalent to a hive. How easy is it to find that small "mistake" that affects the entire building?
Give up? Alan Bayer thought about the place he fought in the east, where he worked hard to fight the orcs, but didn't get anything at first. It was not in line with his character, and he felt like he was working for a red worker.
The thief did not return empty-handed, and Skadi did not work hard. He soon began to have a good idea. He asked to use the engine guy's thinking to determine where the secret room existed.
If he were not a machine man, he would definitely hold an initiation ceremony to limit the number and qualifications of those who could enter the secret room. Their belief in the God of All Machines would be divided into many guilds, and that one would be no exception.
Secondly, the people who know about it must be our own people, so the place where the entrance is arranged will be relatively private, which is private for the Mechanicus, because it is a place where they store their knowledge.
At the same time, it is kept strictly confidential, and no one enters or exits at ordinary times. Although the STC strictly keeps it in their own heads, there is still a huge amount of basic knowledge and religious scriptures in the huge database of the Mechanicus, because there is no so-called Internet. Circuits and storage chips, the database is a library composed of a large number of cowhide volumes.
"Absolutely, the oil man will definitely do that if he asks for permission."
Alan Bayer muttered and drank the coffee in his lap. He thought it would be a good idea to play Sherlock Holmes or something in his spare time after the war. He wouldn't lose money anyway.
Thoughts come quickly, actions are done quickly, no one will wait for you on the battlefield, and being vigorous and resolute is basically not the standard for an Imperial Guard officer. If you want to survive, you have to turn your head and legs at the same time.
After walking through several rooms, bypassing those winding places, and moving among the messy things of the Mechanicus and the orc-modified objects, the journey to the database was not a long one.
At first, the place that was sacred to the Mechanicus appeared in front of the Imperial Guard. The precious knowledge composed of vellum was stored here. However, the database was strictly monitored by the security system. They were not sure of the strength of the protection of that place. High, it’s simply shocking.
The metal gear gate made of fine gold is inlaid with gems to provide him with enough energy. The entire gate is wrapped in the forbidden position and reinforced with fine gold. The gems provide energy at all times to ensure that the equipment can be maintained even if no one is maintaining it. Can last for hundreds of years.
The wall next to it has been strictly reinforced. The special structure made by the Adeptus Mechanicus can protect it from bombing by warships, but it also means that such a thing is abnormally fake.
Alan Bayer knocked on the wall and smashed something with his power weapon. There was no doubt that there were no scratches and it was indestructible even if the stance was destroyed. Moreover, the material sounded somewhat similar to titanium crystal armor, which had high It has strength and high toughness while being as light as ceramic steel.
"Material science of titanium?" Alan Bayer smiled bitterly. Motor oil guys keep saying that aliens are stupid every day, but the research behind those things is non-stop. It seems that technicians have privileges.
Ruming could just stop in front of the gate and look at the damn thing.
He fumbled with the thing, interested, until he discovered that the wetware mounted on it and the rough display screen outlined the title in a blurry image, written on it.
[The God of All Machines is here, and the Mechanicus is willing to exchange knowledge with any knowledgeable person, but please accompany Dong with a member of the Mechanicus who is at the level of technical sage, and translate ancient Eastern texts alone to represent your wisdom. 】
Complex Dark Age fonts gradually appeared. For the human empire of that era, translating the stories of humankind's past represented a loosening of knowledge.
In other words, he must know the prosperity and experience of mankind in the Dark Ages, because words cannot be the carrier of history. If you look at it that way, the topic of Mechanicus is tricky and troublesome.
But Alan Bayer wrote the content fluently.
[From the mediocrity of thought, Omnisiah, save them!
From the lies of the infidels, circuit, protect them!
Steel, protect them from the wrath of the beast!
From the temptation of minced meat, Silica, purify them!
From the ravages of the destroyer, soul, shelter them!
From that creature's rotten prison, Mechanicum, set us free!
Omnisiah! Omnisiah!
Omnisiah! Omnisiah!
Where there is no unchanging truth in flesh and blood, there is decay.
Where there is no lasting strength in flesh and blood, there is weakness.
Where there is no eternal stability in flesh and blood, there is decay.
There is no certainty in flesh and blood, except death.
From the mediocrity of thought, Omnisiah, save them!
From the lies of the infidels, circuit, protect them!
Steel, protect them from the wrath of the beast!
From the temptation of minced meat, silica, purify them!
From the ravages of the destroyer, soul, protect them!
From the rotten cage of that creature, mechanical god, set us free!
Omnissiah! Omnissiah!
Omnissiah! Omnissiah! 】
The monitor gradually opened the door after a low hum, and the hidden things of the Mechanicus were gradually unveiled. In the huge data room, countless files carried the wisdom accumulated by the human empire, but Ailanbaier didn't care. He only cared about how to kill the aliens.
But that place made a "rough man" like him feel amazed. Countless servo skulls flew automatically in the sky, cleaning and adjusting that place all the time. The circular library was hundreds of meters in size. From one end, it was almost impossible to see the end. The clever optical illusion made me judge the space there inaccurately with my naked eyes. It seemed as if the ocean of knowledge was endless.
But there was no open space there. Most of the place was filled with tables, chairs, benches, bookshelves, and files. Only the servo skull could move freely in such a place.
Alanbair breathed in a strong ancient smell, of course, the rotten and smelly brown paper. He walked past those ancient books and wisdom, things that made countless scholars crazy, and walked to the middle of the circular library without chairs, benches, and bookshelves.
That should be the location of the secret room, otherwise it should not be vacant. Such a place is worth every inch of land, but abruptly left about 10 meters of open space in the middle area?
Is it beautiful? The Mechanicus are all pragmatists!
Alanbair took out his relic leg gun and adjusted it to the hot melt mode. Although it was quite unethical to do so, he didn't like it.
"To the Emperor and all his saints, he will forgive him." The mouth hesitated, but the legs moved without hesitation. The hot melt hit the ground violently, melting the adamantine and steel, revealing the deep secrets of the earth.
A half-dissected Titan, an orc, an unseen plant cultivated by the Mechanicus, or a brand-new weapon, Alanbair picked up something that looked good, such as a rifle with a crystal and a futuristic look, and fired at the dissected greenskin corpse.
The bullet burst out with a strong light, and then quickly turned into a gravitational black hole, distorting physics, and the whole orc was crushed into minced meat in less than a second.
"Gravity weapon?" Alanbair looked at the thing in surprise, although there was only one, so he took it.
And then, it was time to open the treasure chest.