Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 255 The Rebirth of the Apex Dog

At this moment, Redbeard suddenly regained control of his body for some reason.

No longer just a bystander like before, but truly became the existence known as "Kardwina".

And miraculously, the pain accumulated before also dissipated invisible at this moment.

"Overcome the shackles and fears in your heart."

Accompanied by a sentence that drifted away from nowhere, everything suddenly became clear.

Lifting the sharp blade that fell aside, the red beard looked at the fear in his heart.

The tall figure in the distance no longer felt oppressive, and surging spiritual energy flowed through his body.

This is an unprecedented experience.

At least being an untouchable, never had the feeling.

That is power, power enough to cut through fear.

At this moment, the Emperor bestowed on him the power of "revenge".

Although the red beard still can't agree with himself in this memory at this moment.

But this brotherhood will not deceive him.

Breathing evenly, the red beard rushed towards the corrupt objects in the distance that symbolized the "shackles" in his heart step by step.

Regardless of the outcome, at least from this moment on, even in the face of a corrupted Astartes or even a more powerful enemy, Redbeard can still raise the weapon in his hand.

And it was this last stroke that made up for the missing faith in his heart.

The imprint that should have been added by the wind of recovery.

==M42 Frank III==
"Wai Wai Wai, are you still alive?"

Looking at the red beard who froze in place after putting on the halo, his eyes lost focus in an instant.

Carl directly typed a series of question marks.

What's the situation, what's going on, what's the matter?

All the parameters are normal, quite like the daily vegetative part in TV dramas.

Could this thing have any side effects?

Looking at the red beard who was sluggish in place, Karl was a little confused.

"Shouldn't it be?"

This is somewhat of a slap in the face.

The masterpiece that was patted on the chest in one second, overturned in the next second.

It made him a little bit embarrassed.

"Is this still normal?" Abadan's last sentence added a few more black lines on Karl's forehead.

Turned his head and confirmed all the parameters again - everything is normal

What a hell.

Fortunately, just when he couldn't figure it out, the red beard finally came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream.

But it was also at this moment that everyone present saw something strange in it.

The color of the pupils in the red beard's eyes suddenly turned golden for an instant, and during the whole process, a large wave of spiritual energy escaped.

Going through the history told by Karl, there is only one word in Abadan's mind that can be matched with the one in front of him at the moment-sage
An "untouchable" became a "saint"?
It's just crazy.

Fortunately, Karl quickly stood up and explained to everyone.

"It seems that during the unfolding of the Blackstone Matrix, it resonated with some unknown power hidden in Redbeard's body."

Watching the psionic aura on Redbeard's body gradually rise, and then quickly fall back to normal levels.

Carl finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, nothing too big a moth.

It's a pity that he didn't dare to wear Petronilla's halo for the time being before confirming its safety.

Go forward and observe carefully.

He asked the somewhat depressed red beard, "Are you okay, did you see anything just now?"

Hearing this, the red beard uttered a word that shocked Karl in an extremely tired voice, but it seemed to be reasonable—Kodwina
It's a pity that I haven't waited for him to continue asking about the specific situation.

Redbeard literally "falls asleep".

It's hard to imagine a strong man who was still full of energy in the last second.

In the next second, it was like "finishing a killing in endless mode" just now, and he was so tired that he hit the floor directly.

Fortunately, Carl could hear a sense of comfort from the sound of "Abadan with the same style of snoring".

At least there is no threat to his life, he is just too tired.

"Well, take care of your master first, and contact me when he wakes up."

"Ah."

Petronilla was, as usual, not very good with words.

It can only be said that the red beard seems to have taught her the ability to fight, but the master and apprentice who are "sympathetic" in social skills are somewhat lacking.

The natural repelling effect of the untouchables on others is doomed to their isolation.

The red beard is okay, his ability to suppress spiritual energy is not too strong.

But Petronilla was much worse.

While the powerful restraining psychic field gave her a natural ability to restrain the power of the subspace, it also helped her cut off the bridge of communication with most people.

Refer to the previous situation.

Karl didn't think that apart from him, a strange worker with a daily limit of pain tolerance, who would be willing to get close to this ominous existence in their eyes.

Perhaps this is the important reason why the genuine "Sister of Silence" organizes its special form of existence.

Turning his head to look at Abbadan and Loken beside him, Karl greeted, "Let's go, there are still a lot of things to do today, he should just be a little tired."

After all, when it comes to gifts, he still owes someone one.

Before the new expedition began, he did not want to chill the hearts of the soldiers of the Crusaders.

Returning along the way he came, he soon returned to the translucent grain warehouse he had seen before.

Only this time, his destination was not there.

Turn around and open the door of another slightly hidden warehouse next to it.

As rows of blue light tubes hanging high from the top lit up one after another, a large piece of neatly stacked mechanical parts appeared before his eyes.

This is simply a mechanical lover's paradise, just a little bit of Feteska's wallet.

Fortunately, he doesn't care about these things whether he brings them with him or not, and he doesn't take them with him when he dies.

Why is there a price for serving the emperor?

"Why do I always have a premonition that the Emperor's Envoy is going to be alive."

Looking at the finished parts piled up half a hill in front of him, Aba Dan seemed to recall the crazy scene of the previous top dog.

That time, Carl personally showed him the art of living machinery.

Even if the materials at hand are only strengthened walking corpses, he can forcibly repair the nearly scrapped "Apex Dog".

You must know that for these terrifyingly complex Titans, the difficulty of repair is extremely high.

And this difficulty will increase exponentially with the severity of the injury.

Often, the time required to repair a seriously damaged war machine of this type is calculated in months or even years.

As soon as the cannon rang, the gold was ten thousand taels.

Fighting is all about logistics and equipment.

Otherwise, if the bullets are not enough, then the crusader's morale will not be able to rush up and chew on it even if the morale is locked.

"What a big job, let's talk about it."

For this kind of gossip, the former story king Loken obviously didn't want to miss it.

Seeing this, Aba Dan also got excited.

"Guess what the Emperor's Envoy will make next?"

Hearing that, Loken was also interested.

Although he is not as familiar with machinery as the group of Mechanicus, he still has a little research on weapons.

Otherwise, he would not insist on maintaining the weapon by himself.

At this time, Karl in the distance has already started the initial work.

He seems to be searching for all the parts and materials for assembling large machinery.

But even with only this one step, Loken had already looked down on his jaw.

There are no drawings, no operating specifications.

In Loken's eyes, Karl at this moment is like an impromptu chef, adding various ingredients to the pot seemingly at will.

Some of them Loken could understand, and some of them were confused.

Maybe he can basically call out the names of these individual parts.

But putting these things together is definitely some kind of "rebellious" behavior.

Oh my god, this thing can be put together!
At this moment, Loken bowed down.

With the blessing of the mechanical scriptures, Karl, who can comprehend some of the secrets behind the "standard construction template STC", is simply a blow to dimensionality reduction.

Of course, this is also thanks to the fact that the standard construction template was designed with the versatility of parts in mind.

A large number of originally irrelevant parts were flying up and down in his hands.

Like a chef who is frying risotto, he is delicately controlling the heat in his hand.

But even so, Loken was not willing to lose to Abbadan.

I admit that the Emperor's Messenger is awesome, but you are a bit of a follow-up idiot.

Loken, who carefully observed the construction process, already had some preliminary speculations.

Although he doesn't know the specific purpose of each component, he has found a breaking point purely from the appearance analysis.

In one corner of the parts pile, he found a pair of what appeared to be foot housings for a mechanical running gear.

And according to the size of the pair of mechanical feet, it is not difficult to guess that Karl's final product is probably the size of a genuine fearless mecha.

The corner of his mouth curled up, Loken thought that he had already secured the victory.

"Almost, a battle armor of the same size as Dreadnought."

Loken confidently gave his own answer.

However, Abadan's reaction was somewhat different from what he thought.

Abadan shook his head slightly and said, "It's impossible to speculate simply from the quantity of these parts."

Hearing this, Loken frowned.

Indeed, he seemed to have lost some consideration in his thinking just now.

But when he turned his attention to the pile of "building blocks" that were gradually taking shape, his doubts deepened.

No matter how you look at it, it's a Dreadnought, right?
With this size, this module, and this weapon configuration, if you say that the finished product is not fearless, Loken simply doesn't believe it.

But from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the Abadan who was watching with relish.

He had another sliver of self-doubt.

Turning his gaze to the apparently redundant parts aside, he put aside the empiricism in his mind.

If he wasn't assuming it was a Dreadnought, what the hell was Carl working on?
"ding ding dong"

Time flies in the continuous knocking, and Carl, who is assisted by power armor, seems to have endless strength, and can easily complete some tasks that would have required several people to complete.

This greatly improved his work efficiency.

After all, those drawings are in his mind.

Finding a bunch of people to help will only slow down the progress of the entire project.

"Kata"

With the cover of the special cockpit snapped on, the first stage of the process is over.

Looking at the masterpiece in front of him, even Karl couldn't help admiring the seemingly endless creativity in his mind.

Indeed, on the surface, this is a large dreadnought.

And as a gift from Karl to Drake (the commander-in-chief of the crusaders), the cockpit inside the Dreadnought was deliberately changed to a style that mortals can use.

But if you regard this thing as a simple Dreadnought, it would be a big mistake.

As for this point, Loken, who was lamenting the mystery, seemed to have the most right to speak.

Shocked to the point of being speechless.

The moment Loken finally understood the mystery, he felt a sense of sublimation.

Under the surface armor of this Dreadnought, a large number of interfaces are preset.

From an ordinary point of view, this is not a wise choice.

The presence of these ports only significantly reduces the Dreadnought's defensive armor level.

But it can't be calculated that way.

After all, this thing is not as simple as it seems.

Judging from the "bandwidth" reserved by these interfaces, this thing is not so much a fearless mecha, but more like a core control component of a larger machine.

Unlike those big guys that are cast in one piece.

This modular design is quite shocking.

After all, there are very few lucky ones in the Mechanic Order who can gather the STCs required for a machine of this scale at one time, and these STCs are also required to be spliced ​​together just right.

This is like drawing ten cards in a row and ten golds in a row.

If drawing cards is linked to lifespan, then Karl must have been directly reduced to a handful of ashes by now.

It belongs to the sacrifice of Yangshou, and it is crazy to pretend.

It's a pity that other people don't know.

They do grave digging and research by drawing cards, and Carl does this by going to the supermarket.

On a dazzling array of shelves, all kinds of STC are unlimited, unlimited categories, and free of charge.

As long as it is within the scope recorded in the mechanical scriptures, it is his home field.

Has anyone seen the boss spending money to go to the supermarket, anyway, he has never seen it.

Just like the description of this little guy, this is only the first stage of the process.

Grabbing a tablet casually, he began to enter data.

After all, who is he - he is the actual controller of the entire B-13 Hive.

After finishing the core process, it is naturally impossible for the boss to rub the remaining "manual work" with a lot of manpower and material resources?
All the precautions for the next steps and important parts Carl have been prepared in advance.

This is why Abbadan observed that the number of parts is obviously too much for an ordinary dreadnought.

Of course, Loken couldn't guess it.

Abadan is too familiar with this thing-isn't this a shrunken "Apex Dog"?

But precisely because of this, the final assembly process must not be carried out here.

Otherwise, if it is really going to be done, although it is only a reduced version of the apex dog, the load-bearing column of the B-13 hive capital that has not yet been completely repaired will definitely not be able to hold it.

And just when Loken and Abadan looked at the terrifying blueprint that Karl was entering on the screen, and lamented the progress of technology.

The door behind the warehouse was suddenly opened.

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(End of this chapter)