Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 245 The Strongest Manual Workshop

Looking at the document in Karl's hand, Abbadan and Loken both showed serious expressions.

This is not a joke.

Although the discovery of blackstone veins does not necessarily mean that there will be a necromancer grave under their feet, but the necromancer will definitely find a planet rich in these mineral veins as a mausoleum site.

Besides, who are the "black merchants"?
A bastard pretending to be a gene stealer.

If even he had the chance to know this kind of information by accident, then the existence of the Blackstone vein would probably not be an exception.

It can only be said that not building a mausoleum here is a bit contemptuous of the IQ of the former necromancer overlords.

At least on the physical level, the undead with black technology emerging in endlessly have a crushing advantage.

It's also thanks to the quilt with a whole bunch of debuffs, otherwise, who is in charge in the galaxy really needs to be discussed.

"What do you think?"

Putting down the tablet in his hand, Karl looked at Loken beside him.

After a little thought, Loken frowned and gave his own inference: "Although my understanding of this race named Necrons is limited, judging from the previous narrative, we can't just sit back and watch the potential crisis ferment."

After listening to Loken's speech, Abadan also echoed: "I agree with Gavel's point of view, I must go to this coordinate to have a look." (Gavier Loken)
Think for a moment.

For Karl, there may be more levels of consideration.

The food production machine is not very urgent. After all, Teska can mobilize the required materials first, and finally Carl can come up and assemble it.

But on the other side, that is, Kaya's side, which has not had the latest progress report so far, to be honest, Karl felt a little uneasy.

There is an entire Thousand Sons Legion on the seemingly ordinary Inquisitor.

If something happened to this, who would Karl cry to?
But the undead crisis under his feet had to be resolved.

It's a waste of time this time around.

(etc?)

Speaking of transportation, Carl suddenly thought of a very exciting plan.

Without delay, Karl opened the familiar Hive City map in his mind again in the next second.

Working backwards from the coordinates given by the sage Erica Leta 4, Karl has already found a path that is sufficiently exciting.

Yes, after these skills are upgraded to level 2, the most useful thing for Karl is not the powerful increase brought by the level 2 skills, but the ability to activate the skills of the previous level without side effects by spending 10 times the power of hope.

With the blessing of level 1.9 berserk power, it was enough for Karl to jump down from the deep pit alone.

But the problem is not over here, what if there is a fight on this trip?
How much the blessings of the four gods can play in front of the Blackstone Array is another matter.

Without the two signature thugs, he is a little insecure with only a mortal body at the moment.

For a moment, the problem seemed to be completely stuck here.

But after another glance at the two Astartes in front of him, Karl has already thought of a solution to the problem.

Wouldn't it be nice to have an enhanced version of the entire jump pack?
This kind of general equipment and the additional components on the Assault Team in the Space Marines and the Pioneers, using promethium as fuel can fully meet the needs of Karl in front of him.

Except that a temporary special parachute may be required to slow down slightly when crossing between large layers, it can be said to be perfect for dealing with this environment that requires jumping up and down.

Just do it, these materials are even on the car.

Of course, it wasn't the modified prison car they were riding at the moment, but the train with roaring engines not far away.

As early as half an hour ago, the train that received the secret signal successfully stopped at the station at the Shangchao Pass under the command of Bogado.

It can be said that in a sense, the crusaders who followed the train had completely taken over the station area.

In the distance, the protruding part leading to other hives is still parked with several trains accumulated here.

All the valuables above had been disarmed by the crusaders who filed in.

It's a pity that these things are not even as valuable as a material that can be spliced ​​into a grain production machine in Karl's opinion.

Of course, these things will not be thrown away directly.

After all, there are still many areas on Frank III that maintain the most basic order.

These things are still of some value in the royal hive group.

Otherwise, the group of core aristocrats who were preparing to make a profit before would not have loaded these things on the train.

In terms of human spirit, they play it clearly.

It's a pity that when the power to subvert the old rules suddenly appeared, these clowns who were already dancing on the tightrope were also the first to fall off the stage.

"But in this case, it may take a long time along the way."

After getting off the modified prison car, Loken raised his own doubts on the way to the train.

This choice is not easy to make.

Whether it's the repair of the food production machine, the recycling of the pony pond, or the handling of the Necron's tomb crisis.

All three things seem urgent, at least on the surface.

For Loken, in the past when this happened, he would recommend splitting up the troops.

But this time is different.

All three things have their own urgency.

And any of those three things, it seems, is a little trickier without Carl.

This is difficult to handle, even with a bright mind like Loken, he still can't find a suitable solution.

"It's okay, we don't take the train."

Carl's speech interrupted Loken's train of thought. He turned his head to look at Bogado, who was also dignified, and ordered, "You take this list, and within half an hour, Luc will collect the materials from the warehouse and send them over."

From the corner of his eye, Loken accidentally caught a glimpse of the items on the list.

He couldn't be more familiar with those things.

Although the difference is somewhat subtle, it is not much different from the parts he usually uses to maintain the power armor.

I can only say thanks to the versatility of STC (Standard Construction Template).

This saves Karl from having to worry too much about finding basic parts.

In a sense, this rigidity even gave him a lot of convenience.

Otherwise, it would be somewhat unrealistic to rub the power armor from scratch.

"By the way, you only received me today."

Carl's sudden speech made Bogado stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted.

The reason why he was allowed to sit in the carriage today was obviously because of the promotion.

Just won such a large hive capital, and with the death of so many old nobles, isn't this the best opportunity to show off?
Although he said that he would dedicate everything to the emperor, who wouldn't want to stand in a higher position to show his loyalty?
Bogado had had enough of being beaten to death by Tesca.

Today, the conversation he listened to has basically set the tone for his bright future.

Now, the only thing he has to do is to control his mouth while completing the task efficiently.

It's so easy.

"For the Emperor!"

Not forgetting his identity as a member of the New State Church, Bogado immediately resigned after performing a standard Skyhawk salute to raise materials for Loken and Karl to rub power armor.

Yes, this time Karl decided to get himself one too.

In the battle of Prospero, he had already experienced the convenience of it.

Even when the power of the subspace confronted him in the end, these extra boosts helped him a lot.

Therefore, even if it doesn't match well with the power of rage, it's not a big problem.

When the time comes, the opponent finally breaks the armor worn by Karl with great effort, and a Saiyan with violent power jumps out of it.

The scene was absolutely perfect.

What is "explosive clothing" ah hello.

Temporarily putting down the yy in his mind, Karl greeted Abadan and Loken to board the train.

"Come on, come on, you'll understand after reading it."

While beckoning the two to get into the car, they began to scan the parts in the storage compartment.

Auxiliary electric motor, connectable turbo system, gridded turbo intake filter system, quick-release buckle straps, modular parachute bag.

Alive!
In fact, after finding this place, Abadan has already guessed the method Karl said.

Without it, because he climbed all the way up with Carl on his back through those passages.

But it is also because of this that he can feel a kind of fear of Karl's seemingly unlimited memory—a fear that is not of the same kind.

Not even a Space Marine's partially strengthened nervous system could do that.

The dense pipeline system in the mezzanine of the hive is almost certainly the eternal nightmare of all non-electronic creatures.

Without a detailed map, it would not be easy to get out of the doomsday maze-like underground.

Especially for these "shit mountain collections" that have survived countless generations of designers, it is easy to get in but difficult to get out.

"Are we really going to go on in this way?"

Looking at Carl, who was rubbing the improved version of the jumping backpack with great interest, Abba couldn't help but ask.

Although on Prospero, he has already experienced a "precision airborne".

But it was precisely because of that not-so-good experience that Abadan naturally resisted this violent way of moving.

"if not?"

Carl replied casually.

Whoops, fuck it.

Perhaps only Loken, who was still kept in the dark, wasn't sure what was going to happen next.

"Don't you guys want to jump directly?"

Looking at Abadan and Karl playing charades with each other, Loken still couldn't help asking.

"Otherwise?"*2
Abadan decisively chose to quit jobs directly. Anyway, if he had to go down, it would be better to pretend to be aggressive in front of Loken.

Although everyone will be part of the Shadow Moon Canglang family from now on, the issue of who is the boss still needs to be considered.

"ding ding dong"

Time passed slowly as Karl raised the hammer and dropped it.

Half an hour later, when Bogado brought a group of crusaders to pack the materials for assembling the Loken armor, three jumping backpacks, two large and one small, were freshly baked in Karl's hand.

So when Bogado just opened the car door, he was in a daze.

What's the matter, what's going on, why do I grow three jumping backpacks out of my good parts?

My head is itchy, do I have to grow my brain?
But we don't dare to ask, we don't dare to talk too much about the boss.

Silently suppressing the doubts in his heart, Bogado quickly left the carriage after putting down the parts ordered by Karl.

He has already boarded the Tongtian Elevator, so he doesn't want to make any fools here.

It's a pity that his behavior obviously cannot escape the eyes of Karl and the others.

Fortunately, the three of them didn't mind this kind of behavior, as long as they could complete the task on time, no one would think about climbing up again.

This desire can also be turned into a driving force for work to a certain extent, not to mention that the "standardized belief maintenance process" that Carl brought back before has to be promoted by Bogado in charge of the plan for the upper nest area.

It can be said that Bogado has greatly improved his actual power, and the only thing he lacks is a title.

As for when the title will be given, Karl feels that there is no rush.

Unlike Loken Abba, Bogado is not calm enough.

Overexpansion in a short period of time is likely to cause uncontrollable problems.

"Abba, come here and try first."

Letting Lokento hold the heavy jumping backpack, Carl took advantage of the situation and buckled the buckles that supported the quick release from the side.

And as the two parts were completely engaged, the jumping backpack that was connected to the control completed the self-inspection after two beeps.

In fact, as long as you hear these two sounds, you can already confirm that the condition is perfect, but Abadan still insists on going outside the train for a small test.

After all, there was a certain difference in shape and structure between this thing and those jumping backpacks he had seen before.

So the three of them followed Abadan's footsteps and got off the train temporarily.

The surrounding cordon had already been opened, and there were no outsiders in the entire station except the crusaders.

If I have to say, the real audience is only Karl and his party and Bogado in the distance.

"Okay, turn down the engine output a little, so you don't hit your head."

After explaining the basic operations, Karl and Loken retreated directly to Bogado's side.

You can't stand aside when these things are activated, do you understand the gold content of "tail flames hurting people"?

Of course, the most uneasy thing at this moment must be the little white mouse Abadan in the center of the field.

It would be fine if the non-standard finished products "produced by hand workshops" were replaced with weapons.

This kind of jumping backpack is purely going to kill people.

Unlike the special version of the orbital drop that was attempted over Prospero before, a hiccup this time is a real hiccup.

Unexpectedly, there is no way, it is true that the ducks are on the shelves.

But fortunately, with the first piece of power armor as a "product promotion", at least Abadan will not worry that this thing will explode as soon as it is started.

At most, it is due to structural adjustment problems, such as unstable flight output.

Carefully, Abadan finally pressed the button.

In an instant, there was a familiar thrust from his back.

Although this kind of backpack is not popular among the Sons of Horus, Abadan has still done basic training.

And if the jumping backpacks that Abbadan used to train were tricycles, then the one that Carl rubbed out could be called a Ferrari.

The output is uniform, and the operation is silky smooth, as if commanded by the arm.

Being able to have this experience is simply a situation that Abadan never dreamed of.

He thought that he might be able to fly a little stumbling, like an unconquerable horse, which brought him quite a challenge.

But the actual situation is that Karl directly replaced the horse with a motorcycle.

The output is high, the batch is stable, and the speed is fast.

This is simply insane.

Subconsciously, Aba Dan raised his output a little more, he wanted to see what kind of energy level this stable output could maintain at the maximum.

This is very important.

After all, for a fighter, knowing and being familiar with the equipment that accompanies him through life and death is a necessary link that is directly related to life and death in battle.

At this point, Loken, who insisted on maintaining a complete set of equipment by himself, seemed to have something to say.

"Slower!"

"Clam?"

"Peng!"

Karl reminds you that there are thousands of roads, so don't be distracted when using the jump pack.

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(End of this chapter)