"My lord, this is my relative, I want to come to Hukou to spend my life!" Zab's stiff, mechanical face was full of smiles, leaving only a little bit of flesh crumpled and stuck to the steel face, looking extremely obscene and disgusting.

The mechanical monk in front of him just flashed coldly from Chen Guo's face, and then ignored them, and waved his steel palm in the air casually, "Go in!" ”

"Thank you, don't thank you yet!" Zabu's eyes rolled hard, and Chen Guo, who had received the hint, immediately stepped forward, thanking him as he stuffed the two gold coins into the mechanical monk's hand.

Following Zab into the dreary and crowded cabin, Zabu looked very prestigious, as soon as he entered, many old oil oilers made way for him, and greeted him warmly: "Boss Zabu, you are here!" ”

But Zabu didn't have any birds, so he walked to the bottom of the spaceship, spread the tarpaulin in his hand and sat down, "Don't stand, you have to fly all day, sit!" Pointing to the empty space beside him, Zabu took out another cigar and began to snort.

Chen Guo looked at the old oil in front of him, and silently sat down on the oilcloth.

"Take a bite?"

"No!"

"I don't want to learn." Zabu forcibly stuffed a thumb-thick cigar into Chen Guo's arms, "After you go in, you will be grouped and inspected, and after the inspection is passed, remember to go to Line 3, where the pollution is minimal and the radiation is the smallest, so that you can work for three or four years, and when you earn enough money, you can go back and pass on the ancestry, and give birth to a baby or something!" ”

"Still able to get out?"

"Of course I can go out, the Rand Elector is very merciful, and every three or four years a group of people will be let out."

"Then why don't you leave?"

"I can't go, I can't go, I've been here for seventy years, and my family hasn't heard from me for a long time, I heard that I encountered an interstellar pirate, and half of the nest was slaughtered.

And I can't have children because of the overdose, and the only thought now is to save enough money to do a genetic cloning before I die, so that I can pass on myself......"

Before Zabu's words were finished, an old oil man beside him suddenly asked, "Boss Zabu, you haven't saved enough money yet?" Isn't an ordinary gene cloning just ten gold coins enough? ”

Before Zabu could speak, he sat on another engine oil who didn't seem to have a high degree of body mechanization and said, "Heh, ten gold coins, are you dreaming?" The genetic cloning, the cloned people are all mutants, and they can only live in the casting world forever, and they can't even get the status of an official citizen of the empire.

Boss Zabu wants the top genetic cloning, so that not only can he be born with the status of an Imperial citizen, but also have the opportunity to be selected as a mechanical monk, or even a mechanical priest, which is the real Leaping Dragon......"

"Okay, don't brag, rest peacefully, there will be no time to rest after you go back!" Zabu interrupted the rambling between the oil veterans, slowly leaned against the hard cabin wall, closed his cloudy eyes and began to rest.

Of course, while resting, he didn't forget to sip the cigar in his mouth, as if he was holding a pacifier.

Chen Guo put the cigar in his arms under his nose and smelled it, it was very spicy, like a combination of chili pepper and pepper, not like any tobacco at all.

"Boy, this is called Ba Jing Cao, it has a certain analgesic effect, you have to learn to smoke it quickly, otherwise your skin will be seriously rotten due to radiation in two or three days on the work line, and if you haven't learned to smoke it by then, then you will have to suffer!" The old man who had just spoken slowly stretched out his palm, and with a soft sound, a rushing orange-red flame shot out from his palm, helping Chen Guo light the cigar in his hand.

"Thank you!"

"Don't be so polite boy, although it's dangerous inside, but at least it's much safer than outside, do a good job, if you can get in touch with those mechanical monks, don't forget that I lit a cigarette for you!"

"Heaven Descends"

"Yes!" Learning from Zabu with a cigar in his mouth, Chen Guo also leaned against the wall and began to close his eyes to recuperate, ready to wait for the spaceship to take off.

But what I didn't expect was that there were several Terra days, and I heard that in order to receive some big people, all the ships were temporarily not allowed to enter the galaxy where the casting world was located, including the casting world's own spaceships.

It wasn't until the seventh day that the spacecraft finally started slowly, and with a violent tremor, it quickly left the starport and galloped towards the edge of the galaxy in the distance.

In the past seven days, Chen Guo has been eating and drinking Lazar with these oils.

Although the smell of dirty engine oil emanating from their bodies made Chen Guo vomit several times, Chen Guo still felt a lot.

The rapid increase in strength made him not have much understanding of the entire Warhammer world, and it was not until he spent a few days with these oil veterans that he suddenly realized that this was the real Warhammer world.

Cruel, bloody, dark and hopeless......

For these old oils, their status in the casting world is extremely low.

While the mechanics wouldn't kill them for nothing, the threat to the Forge World was more than that.

Radiation, high temperature, low temperature, noise, ...... None of them can afford to be an ordinary human being.

The foundry world is like a big capitalist who is good at exploitation, and the reason why they use engine oil is because the damage rate and failure rate of mechanical minions are too high, and the cost of repair is also high.

And these old oil guys, as long as they can give simple treatment, they will work for them like Xiaoqiang who can't be killed.

And even if he is dead, he only needs to find a boiling boiler and throw the corpse into it, and there is no need to bother at all.

Of course, before throwing it in, they will definitely pull out all the valuable things on them!

After a long seven-day wait, it took less than half a day for the spacecraft to successfully reach the starport above the steel ball casting world.

Driven by the mechanical monks, the old oil was divided into two groups, one was a newcomer like Chen Guo, and the other was an old man like Zabu.

After a simple test, Zabu and the others were allowed to leave and walked out of their respective lines, while newcomers such as Chen Guo were left behind and began to conduct comprehensive testing and questioning.

Because of the existence of Linda, a big "inner ghost", Chen Guo, who had been premeditated, easily passed the test and inquiry.

However, it is a pity that he did not join the No. 3 line as he wished, but was forcibly assigned to the No. 1 line with strong radiation, and became an oil veteran who supervised and managed fifteen machine servants on the No. 1 line.

With the radiation protection suits and medicines given by the mechanical monks, Chen Guo left the inspection team and walked in the direction of the No. 1 work line according to the instructions on the ground and walls.

Regarding the No. 1 line, when he was on the spaceship, Chen Guo already knew from the mouth of the old oil man, it was a high-radiation line known as the death line, and it was full of super-large machine tools with strong radiation, which were specially used to make all kinds of radiant armor and equipment.

Even for those old oilers whose whole body has been mechanized for the most part, they are reluctant to work on such a work line.

However, Chen Guo doesn't care, he is here for these machine tools.

Besides, with his current physique, what is the difference between radiation and X-rays that can't even kill those old engine oils in seconds?

Turning the twisted passage, a neat group of mechanical cathars appeared in front of them, escorting the four or five tall Silent Nuns behind them.

"Close your eyes and face the wall!" The cathar who was walking in front scolded loudly, and Chen Guo hurriedly took a step forward, and the wall where his face was facing couldn't help but sweep over the corner of his eye.