Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 260 Frankenstein
"Master Sage?"

The red beard who was startled by the servo skull immediately reacted.

It's a pity that this guess is somewhat irresponsible.

"The research time was delayed by 1.242 seconds, please ignore me next time and pass directly."

A familiar yet unfamiliar mechanical sound sounded, and Karl found the right owner after looking along the source of the sound.

It doesn't matter if you call it Auremir, or you call it Aurene.

Anyway, Karl can only express "understanding and tolerance" for these existences with less than 10% of the population.

Although you have already experienced the refreshing feeling of turning into a devil, you still think too much if you want him to accept these "special xp operating systems" in a short time.

At the most, it is enough to wear a set of mortal special braking force armor.

And he still doesn't know the exact connection between the physical body and the spiritual energy.

This kind of refitting that is somewhat sloppy is unnecessary for now.

"Grumpy"

Looking at the pot of black viscous liquid that was being automatically stirred next to Oremir, Karl recalled this guy's old profession.

He wondered what this large jar of thick jelly-like liquid with completely unidentifiable ingredients was used for.

But the pungent smell in the air never reminded him to stay sane.

As long as everything involves this kind of dark technology, which is far more terrifying than dark cooking, nothing good will happen.

Especially thinking of the great reputation of Auremir's "previous life" Aurene.

Rao even Karl had to stay away from him.

Hey, what kind of biotechnology monster? Hey, he doesn't want to try the ancestral skill of "Vennam Temple Assassin" again.

But then again, he has no objection to Auremir engaging in biotechnology research.

Even without Oremir's research, this group of "high-intelligence Skaven rats" popping up like ginseng growing in the ground would not exist.

Therefore, he can only choose to turn a blind eye to the painting style in front of him, which is quite "medieval witch concocting dark poison".

Research, as the boss who didn't really participate in the whole process, he didn't want to use a lame way to leapfrog command.

Biologically, he's just -- a little something, but not much.

Therefore, as long as Auremir doesn't let the whole Nurgle beast come out, he won't care how much he wants to study.

"Want to try?"

Seemingly noticing the curious gaze of the red beard, Oremir directly scooped out a spoonful of "dark food" with the mechanical arm on the side.

Looking at the bubbling black goo, Carl even heard the red beard gasp.

Of course, he also knew that Auremir was simply driving people away.

So what are you waiting for, let's directly open Run!
But while moistening, he noticed a row of small biscuits on the shelf beside him.

It is the kind of pure white biscuit, which has the texture and appearance of a compressed product.

Its silver translucent packaging is engraved with the date of manufacture half a year ago and the place of production.

Seeing this, Karl's stomach almost started to go on strike after getting up without breakfast.

But as the saying goes, a mouse dropping spoiled a pot of soup, and the pungent smell made him lose his appetite at all.

Carl, who hasn't cooked this thing, can't stand it for a second.

But just when he was about to lighten the burden on his nose and eyes, a righteous master suddenly came from the corner of the far passage.

No need to guess, it must be the sage Erika Leta 4.

And with her appearance, the neglected servo skull also projected a line chart in front of Karl.

"The underground dimension gap has been active several times, what happened there?"

Straight to the point without being sloppy.

Hearing this, Karl had no choice but to answer "truthfully".

"Ah, it's really nothing. I just caught that, the ordinary lord of the Necrons, and asked him to go back and help me open the way."

"???!!! (unknown mechanical friction sound)"

This seemingly ordinary answer almost instantly overloaded the cyborg brain of the sage Erica.

She has studied grave digging all year round, so she naturally has a certain understanding of this race called Necrons.

But it was also because of this that she could understand the terrifying amount of information contained in Carl's plain sentence just now.

It's like two best friends sitting together for a meal.

You ask him how much he earns this month.

He replied: "Not much, not much, just a few small goals."

ummm
For a moment, she even suspected that Karl was lying.

But when the sensibility faded and rationality refilled those logical units of thinking, she realized that there was no need for Karl to lie to her about this.

Who are they?

The spokesperson of the God of Myriad Machines, STC is a bundle of unlimited free gifts.

Is it really surprising that Cricket is an ordinary undead lord?
Or to some extent, if you can't handle an ordinary necron lord with so many black technologies, then there is a problem.

So far, Erica has strengthened her determination to hug her thigh.

And she thought from the bottom of her heart that she was always worried about those space necrons who might cheat their corpses at any time, rather than carefully digging graves.

Getting STC directly from Carl is as convenient as a dream.

Even after learning a lot of STC knowledge, she thinks that her level is almost enough to be called the so-called "Great Sage".

And what a great sage means is naturally self-evident.

They even have the right to rule an entire forge world.

Of course, maybe the sage Erica once had such naive thoughts.

But for now, the title in the Mechanic Society is not important to her, even if she is given a casting planet immediately, she will immediately refuse.

Well, if you can use this forge world to exchange some STC from Karl, that's not impossible.

Identified as a pure STC cash machine.

Fortunately, for Karl, this is simply a no-cost business.

Unlike those ordinary exchanges of physical goods, knowledge-based replicable specificity.

There is no need for him to build a server for research and development, just move the drawings in his mind to the outside.

Lie down and count money with ease.

Yes, both buyers and sellers feel that they have won.

Looking at the sage Erica, he almost said "I, tool man, hit STC", a few large characters appeared on the expression on the mechanical face.

Rao even Karl felt a little shocked.

She really, I cried to death.

For no other reason, the sage Erica even deliberately changed a body, which is closer to the bionic body.

It is not difficult to guess the heart of a wild wolf.

Looking at the "bionic body" that looked like a human but not a human, Carl seemed to understand how the artificial skin on Tesca's face came from.

Good guy, let's experiment with other people, right?

Even this kind of thing related to bionics may be the "by-product of the dark cooking" just now.

But this thing somewhat challenges the limit of human xp.

Big is really big, but how can I say it.

It was a twist.

"Stop, stop, here's a new blueprint for you."

It's true that if you don't fight for a few days, the house will be exposed.

This kind of naked temptation can only be done by this group of oil guys who go in and visit other people's ancestral graves in order to know.

Even Karl suspects that if he does show some kind of interest, it's hard to say what will happen next time he's here.

A chill.

Fortunately, his performance just now was perfect.

Grabbed the floating innocent servo skull.

Carl began to enter new STC drawings on it, and started to get down to business.

"Is there any means of transportation here that can fly?"

To be honest, Karl is not too sure about the answer to this question.

After all, gravediggers rarely really pay attention to these things.

What's more, before the big rift unfolds, the sage Erica wants to send it directly from the orbiting battleship and it's over.

It's a pity that her "car" didn't stop over Frank III at the moment when the big rift opened.

Otherwise, if it can be directly connected to the line of the Adeptus Mechanicus, what is in Karl's mind will really belong to finding a buyer.

Even if he can collect all 10 mechanical books, it would not be too much to call him an "Ohm Messiah".

After all, what ohm messiah would "standardize faith maintenance procedures"?

What do you say it was Lorgar's credit?

The Astartes Lotto "invented" by Karl;
There is Lorgar in The Astartes Lotto;

The "Standardized Faith Maintenance Process" created by Lorgar.

Doesn't this rounding equal to the "standardized belief maintenance process" invented by Carl?
Inclusion relationship, no problem.

Even if you take another [-] steps back, you, Luo Jia's junior, are not brought back by Mr. Ka working overtime.

It is not too much to round up your 1 years of hard work.

Of course, if you want to return to your thoughts, you still need to do less daydreaming.

"There is, but the previous vibration caused power imbalances in the 1, 3, and 4 engines."

In this sentence, Erica said a little lack of confidence.

She really has to pay full responsibility for this pot.

Looking at Carl who was still concentrating on entering STC information, she actually felt a sense of guilt.

That thing wasn't damaged by the shock.

It's just that she was obsessed with the study and research of STC, and even forgot to arrange for the machine servant to maintain that thing regularly.

But now that the story has come to this point, she will definitely continue to live up to this lie. While leading everyone to the Mechanic Temple, she is thinking about how to solve this problem.

"That's great, let's lead the way."

Karl was relieved to hear that there really was an aircraft.

From the shelf beside him, he took a few packets of biscuits wrapped in silver foil.

Karl called it a waste of money.

Was it the little genius who thought of putting these cookies together with the "Witch's Dark Soup Pot"?

Following Erica's footsteps and stepping out of the "drug circle", he even gained an illusion of being reborn.

Ripping open the silver translucent package, looking at the neatly stacked biscuits inside, he couldn't help sighing, "That was just now, what kind of dark food."

He picked up a few pieces and threw them into his mouth.

It's delicious?

He finally determined that this thing was in every sense exactly like the date of manufacture printed on the surface.

As for eating a bad stomach or something, he is not afraid at all with the wind of recovery in his hand.

As long as he is willing, it is fine for the medicine king to taste all kinds of herbs.

The only pity is that, in the end, he didn't figure out what that pot of black stuff was for.

If I have to say, that thing is a bit like "asphalt"?
=Do you want to ask about the use of the experimental finished product of Auremir No. A-214?=
This line was suddenly in Karl's hands, and the small characters that jumped out of the servo skull unfolded screen instantly aroused his interest.

Obviously, the sender could only be Erika the Sage.

In line with idleness is idleness, the attitude of killing time.

Carl typed a line of notes conveniently.

=Let’s hear it=
= It is said to be a kind of food additive? =
Carl no longer wants to ask about the next part.

If you don't talk about the appearance during the manufacturing process, this thing is much more delicious than black bricks.

It is indeed the "stinky tofu" in the biscuit world.

At this moment Karl had already guessed what Auremil wanted to do.

This thing should be compared to something like a prize for the Skaven rats.

"It can be regarded as an incentive mechanism for changing directions, at least the taste is not bad."

Silently repacking the remaining materials, Carl decided to directly replace the black bricks with this stuff when he comes back next time.

After all, the production process cannot be seen inside the Void Grain Production Machine.

As long as the finished product is good enough, naturally there is no problem.

At that time, I can also give Oremir a little intellectual shock by the way.

Thinking of this, Karl and his party also followed the sage Erica to the aircraft.

The aircraft is not big, it can only be said that if it can barely squeeze ten people, it will almost be overloaded.

But bigger doesn't mean better. If you calculate the space that can just fit Abadan and Loken into it, it's almost a tailor-made vehicle for this mission.

It's a pity that this thing can't fly in the bottom nest and some of the lower nests of the hive capital, unless the pilot doesn't care about the complicated situation that makes people lose their sense of direction instantly, and the various fines brought by the tail flames.

Fortunately, the A-2 throne area where the mechanical church is located is relatively spacious.

And this thing does not adopt the conventional aerodynamic shape, which belongs to the violent aesthetic model of Lida Flying Brick.

Its basic shape is to add four engines on a square box.

But it is precisely because of this that these four engines naturally become the top priority of flight safety.

"The output power of No. 1 engine dropped by 13% intermittently, and the No. 3 and No. 4 engines frequently showed signs of loss of control."

"To be honest, I have studied it for a long time but I still can't get it to be a bit naughty."

Just open your eyes and talk nonsense.

It's been a long time = I just read the introduction

At this moment, the sage Erica has a sense of substitution that the final exam is suddenly notified to be brought forward tomorrow, and then revise all night.

Fortunately, to be called a sage, he still has two brushes.

Even if you cram for a while, you can somehow make something up.

"It" naturally refers to the machine soul.

Lack of maintenance for a long time will indeed cause the instability of the machine soul.

But this is also the main reason why the former sage Erica was uneasy.

This kind of problem that cannot be determined at all, just like the uncertainty and pseudo-biological nature of the machine soul itself, is difficult to completely repair in a short period of time.

The result of forcibly using these potential risks will naturally not be very good.

Water can carry a boat, and it can also overturn it.

The same is true for machine souls.

"They need careful maintenance to achieve the best condition, so, maybe in a short time..."

Erika the Sage tries to skip the "how bad" topic.

"Duang"

"It's fixed!"

"Er—maybe a kick would do."

The sage Erica felt that she had lived in vain.

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(End of this chapter)