Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 130 Working as a worker is also a job

Following the map in his mind, Karl soon came to the central control "computer array" in the battleship.

Cogitator, also known as the thinker, is the most commonly used term in Low Gothic. This word can basically be compared to the "computer" in Warhammer.

Of course, the biggest commonality between the two is just "the function is almost the same."

These mixed wet and dry thinker arrays are far more complex than "modern" (non-Golden Age) purely electronic computers.

That's because the various "analog bionic signals" in the wetware must be converted into 01 data streams that the dryware can recognize.

The 01 data stream in the dryware has to be transformed into an "analog bionic signal" that can be recognized by the wetware.

In a sense, this represents the super high skill of human beings in the field of human-machine integration in the golden age.

Fortunately, these contemplative arrays are different from those that Karl encountered in the Blood Council Hall before.

These contemplative arrays are regularly maintained.

Therefore, it is far easier to invade these regular systems than those systems whose correct values ​​depend on the blessing of chaos.

Karl has nothing to do with those thinkers that are completely corroded by the power of the subspace.

After all, people don't make sense anymore, and his Machine Soul Correction Leg can only achieve physical destruction.

Soon, with his intrusion, part of the control of the entire battleship was taken by Karl.

As for why it is part of it?
Because most of the functions of warships are completed by "manpower", that is, contracted slave labor in the "artifact area".

The indentured slave labor directly obeyed the orders of the non-commissioned officers who managed them.

And the non-commissioned officer class directly obeys the captain or other higher-ranking officers on the ship or in the fleet.

All these instructions are directly conveyed layer by layer without going through the array of contemplators.

Even though Carl can imitate the voice, he cannot imitate the speaking habits and so on, and it will be revealed as soon as he hears it.

But in fact Karl doesn't need these either.

In the dazzling arsenal, he only took a fancy to the few small torpedoes hanging in the warehouse of the Odysseus class (combat transport ship).

Yes, just like the army with anti-aircraft guns on the ground.

For the fleet flying in space at this moment, the caliber of those weapons is too large.

Once the battle starts below, with the accuracy of these big guys, basically the enemy and the enemy will be taken away together.

In Karl's vision, a few such small-caliber torpedoes are enough.

And take advantage of the chaos to throw it down with a transfer machine remotely in a certain warehouse and then ignite it.

With the clack of the keyboard, he quickly got everything done.

After quietly erasing all traces, he returned to the normal area.

It was still early at this moment, and there was still about half a day before the invitation to the Warrior Association.

So Karl started the whole ship's reincarnation "overhaul" in the name of Sene.

Of course, this overhaul is not about repairing for the better, but repairing for the worse.

Because he knew that it would be useless for these war machines to go down tomorrow.

Below that is a pool of extremely muddy swamps.

Once these war machines landed, they really became the "iron coffins" for the soldiers inside.

As for what would happen to Sené if he was discovered afterwards, Karl wasn't worried at all.

According to his arrangement, Sene will board the Thunderhawk heading to the Mechanicus ship tonight.

Not to mention how many people's lives were saved by this "mistake", just relying on the little leftover knowledge shown by Seine, the Mechanicus will protect him to death.

So at this moment, he didn't have any psychological pressure to mess around with the Sene brand.

After a busy afternoon, Karl finally "repaired" all the heavy equipment on this Odysseus-class (combat transport ship).

Up to those basilisk cannons that were so big they could only fit on a Leman Russ chassis.

All the way down to the high-level legislators' personnel carriers whose rhinoceros looked at them and cried, they were all manipulated by him.

Wiping the sweat from his head, Carl said, "I'm so tired, I've been busy all day today."

Even if it's just a car and a foot, he's exhausted enough.

Fortunately, he called a loading and unloading machine in advance to give him a replacement vehicle.

Otherwise, just running would be enough for him to collapse on the floor.

"Look at the vacation, the Emperor, you have to pay more!"

Tired and sore, Carl was sitting slumped on the shovel of the loader.

Hearing the sound of friction between the crawler tracks of the loader and the metal ground gradually diminishing under his feet, he knew that he was about to reach the final destination of the trip.

"A-2 restaurant" is the restaurant on this Odysseus-class (combat transport ship) specially assigned to the 231st regiment-class solar auxiliary army.

There are about 231 people in the entire 6200 regiment-level Sun Auxiliary Army.

As a meritorious regiment that existed since the beginning of the Great Crusade, the 231st Regiment was not merged into a large regiment of about 12-15 million people in the second merger of the Sun Auxiliary Army.

Instead, it retains the "short and sharp" strong fire assault style.

As for the more than 5000 combatants, the reason why they can be ranked in the thousand-man company numbered 7 is because the 2 and 5 companies fought to the last man in the Battle of Ulano.

Therefore, the new company later avoided these two numbers to show awe of its predecessors.

Pushing open the door of the restaurant, Karl saw that some soldiers had already started to sit down and eat.

Different from the morning meeting in the morning, the soldiers at this moment can be regarded as talking and laughing among themselves.

After all, rules are rules, and where rules cannot be controlled, a person's psychological needs should be given priority.

After all, people are social creatures that live in groups, and there are everywhere examples of being alone.

Therefore, except for occasions that must be serious, in private or in leisure time, everyone should do whatever they want.

Besides, tomorrow is a big battle, and this group of soldiers who are eager for merit are naturally in a good mood.

They knew that tomorrow they would follow behind the Warmaster and personally kill those hateful "traitors".

What kind of honor is this?

Of course, it was precisely because of the fight tomorrow that the restaurant did not serve any alcoholic beverages.

But even so, looking at the pile of sumptuous and extravagant buffet in the distance, Karl still salivated in spite of himself.

"This shit is what people should eat."

This kind of pure, regardless of cost, deliberately imitating the old Terra style buffet really made Karl cry.

At first glance, his eyes were attracted by the "steak" in the distance.

He cut a large piece of Karl for himself, and just found an empty position and opened it directly.

Taking a bite, feeling the familiar texture of meat, he was so excited that tears almost fell down.

"This shit is real meat!"

Although it is definitely not the original authentic product of Terra, it is at least the real "farmed" beef on a certain agricultural planet.

This thing is several dimensions better than the synthetic "demons and ghosts".

At least in the eyes of Carl, whose taste has been spoiled by the earth, this is considered "life" rather than "survival".

Those foods that were once readily available to him and even a bit boring, now he felt an inexplicable feeling after eating them.

After eating hard and crazily again, he remembered it with a full hiccup.

I don't seem to come to the restaurant to cook.

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(End of this chapter)