Fu Qinghai sat on an ergonomic chair, with a shadowless lamp above his head, a large metal experimental table in front of him, and dense mechanical materials on the tabletop, surrounded by two precision CNC machine tools on the left and right.

Fu Qinghai, with a pair of yellow translucent protective glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, was concentrating on cutting the remains of a scarab with a miniature welding torch with his head down.

He had already gone through the remains of the three Immortal Scarabs on various analysis and testing instruments in the laboratory, mass density, internal structure, radioactivity, etc., the three Immortal Scarabs were damaged by the lightsaber to different degrees, Fu Qinghai first took the most seriously damaged one to do the dismantling test.

Failed.

Fu Qinghai failed to completely reproduce the glyphs and circuit patterns burned in the body of the scarab.

But I got a small pile of living metal, which is also a rare alloy material.

He only made 32% of the copies.

Fu Qinghai turned on the screen of the monitor on the side, this monitor was connected to a small supercomputer in the laboratory, but Fu Qinghai did not plan to calculate the data on this small supercomputer, because this would leave traces of data, and Fu Qinghai, the technology of space necromancy, did not plan to share it with Hammer Industries, he just wanted to play a song and listen to it.

Fu Qinghai put on the headphones, leaned back in the chair, his body relaxed, and the "Tony Stark Electronic Soul Backup" in his brain was running and analyzing frantically.

The vast amount of data and information kept flashing in Fu Qinghai's mind, and according to the 32% circuit pattern analysis, this seemed to be a low-level control protocol.

Fu Qinghai's eyes narrowed slightly.

This was in line with what he knew about the setting of the space necromancy.

The Space Necrons continue the hierarchical division of the Society of the Fear of the Dead in life, but unlike when they were still creatures, after being transformed into Space Necrons, various levels of layered control protocols form the cornerstone of the Space Necrons to maintain a large dynasty.

The Emperor controls the overlord, the overlord controls the lord, the lord controls the technician and the soldier, and below that there are the undead warriors and underworld constructs that have no sense of personality.

Until the Silent King Szarak destroys the Protocol of Control himself, all the Emperors will be under the control of the Council of the Three Saints.

If...... This is to say that if Fu Qinghai can crack the control protocol of the Scarab of the Underworld, he will theoretically be able to have the most buggy ability of the space necromancer - mass energy conversion.

It's not just about turning matter into energy and then turning energy into matter.

People with a little common sense of modern industrial manufacturing know that the mainstream of industrial manufacturing on the earth is subtractive manufacturing, and even in the human empire forty thousand years later, the mainstream of industrial manufacturing is still subtractive manufacturing.

That is to say, first take out a piece of cast metal, and then put it into various precision machine tools, cutting, drilling, hollowing, stretching, twisting, stretching, and so on...... Processed into a series of parts and then assembled together.

In this process, the material is changed from more to less.

Why every time a small technological breakthrough in 3D printers can cause a frenzy in the industry?

Because there is always a limit to the shape of industrial parts that can be processed by subtractive manufacturing.

The additive manufacturing represented by 3D printing technology is not this process, but the accumulation of materials directly from scratch little by little, but the strength of the materials currently printed by 3D printing is far from being comparable with traditional subtractive manufacturing.

And the space necrons, thanks to their core technologies – living metal and mass-energy conversion – have enabled additive manufacturing throughout the industrial process.

Therefore, all the necromantic creations that Fu Qinghai and Old Man Hu Xian saw inside and outside the tomb were all tightly integrated, without a single splicing gap.

Of course, even without additive manufacturing, the mass-energy conversion is buggy enough.

Fu Qinghai picked up the remains of the second Scarab Beetle.

Start trying to tear down the fork.

The 32 percent in my head became 56 percent.

Failed again.

There's no next time.

Because there was only the last Scarab left, it was impossible for Fu Qinghai to dismantle it, so even if he finally cracked the low-level control agreement, there would be no Scarab in his hand.

"Whew......" Fu Qinghai exhaled a breath of turbidity, leaned back on the chair again, clasped his hands on his chest, and pondered.

After thinking about it, Fu Qinghai changed his way of thinking, the way of thinking of the Mechanical God Sect.

Without trying to crack the low-level control protocol first, use this low-damage Scarab as an STC template, a black box production line, try to repair it as much as possible, at least part of its functions, and then use it to mass-produce living metal.

I don't understand the principle, but you can use it first.

Fu Qinghai used a miniature circuit welding torch and a probe to try to repair the damaged circuits and glyphs in the body of the scarab beetle.

This is not as simple as soldering points on the circuit board, the circuit in the body of the scarab is three-dimensional, Fu Qinghai is operating with his bare hands at the moment, which is a great test of his hand-eye coordination.

Luckily, he still has Force Sense, a sense that transcends the five senses.

The long night was spent quietly.

……

Early the next morning, on the dock on the seashore, a cruise ship's whistle was heard in the distance.

Fu Qinghai woke up suddenly from the experimental table.

Fu Qinghai raised the Casio cube on his wrist and saw that 14 hours had passed.

Fu Qinghai plunged headlong into the three-dimensional circuit diagram in the body of the scarab beetle, and pricked it for 14 hours in one breath.

Fu Qinghai straightened up, forcibly suppressed his excitement, his hands trembled slightly, and picked up this spiritual scarab and put it on a pile of debris that had been disassembled into living metal fragments by Fu Qinghai.

The head of the Scarab had been severed by the lightsaber, and only a third remained, and the row of mechanical claws beneath it remained motionless.

Still no response...... Fu Qinghai frowned.

Suddenly, one of the two sharp mechanical claws of the Mortal Scarab scarab pulled, and a faint green light appeared from the interarthropic gap of the metal beetle, and a small handful of living metal disappeared.

It's done!

Fu Qinghai was overjoyed.

It's finally done!

Fu Qinghai hurriedly connected countless dense cables to the body of this severely crippled Immortal Scarab.

At the other end of the cable is a small supercomputer in the lab.

There is no way, Fu Qinghai can indeed directly model in his mind, but he has not obtained control of the control protocol, and he cannot directly convert his brainwaves into electrical signals for the Scarab to receive.

The Scarab Beetle began to slowly absorb the transformed matter to provide energy for itself.

Fu Qinghai held his head in his hands and lay on his back on the back of the seat.

Now that the first step has been completed, it's time to start imagining your power armor.

Suddenly, Fu Qinghai's ears moved, and he heard a voice from outside the small building.

Fu Qinghai let the crippled scarab scarab lie on the table and continue to slowly transform, while he got up and walked out of the laboratory.

Outside the building, Fu Qinghai saw Nathan Lemmon, directing several workers in Hammer industrial uniforms to put a huge machine into the large warehouse attached to the building on a trailer.

Fu Qinghai patted his head and remembered that the day before yesterday Mori Lemmon said that the instruments and equipment and raw materials needed by Fu Qinghai would be delivered one after another today.

Nathan Lemmon was also stunned when he saw Fu Qinghai, he didn't pay attention to the Hummer parked on the other side of the small building after getting off the boat, yesterday Fu Qinghai used his skillful driving skills to get rid of the eyes of the Hammer Industries employees in the city, and he disappeared, but he didn't expect to appear in the laboratory early this morning.

Nathan Lemmon looked Fu Qinghai up and down in surprise and said:

"Mr. Quentin, you...... How did you get smaller? ”

Fu Qinghai, who was originally two meters five, is now only one meter nine tall.

Fu Qinghai shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Henry Hank Pym, you know? Pym Technology's technology was stolen by the CIA, and I copied it, and as long as you cooperate with my research, it will be provided to Hammer Industries later. ”

Nathan Lemmon's eyes lit up slightly when he heard this.

He had also heard of Dr. Pym's Ant-Man subduum, but later Ant-Man and Wasp both disappeared, and the Pym particle was nowhere to be found, but he didn't expect Fu Qinghai to be able to copy this magical particle.

Fu Qinghai patted him on the shoulder, pointed to the worker who was carrying the machine and asked:

"That's what I want?"

Nathan Lemmon nodded: "That's right, there will be a few more batches to be delivered in the future." ”

Fu Qinghai secretly thought that the cruise ship whistle he heard in the morning might be the ship used to transport this batch of goods, and Hammer Industries might have collected experimental equipment for himself from overseas.

Let Nathan Lemmon and the others move, Fu Qinghai returned to the top floor of the laboratory.

Sit back in your chair and continue your train of thought.

Imagine the power armor you're about to build.

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