"Head, what are we going to do next?"

Just as Chen Mo was thinking about whether he wanted to save more people, Carl looked at him and asked what he planned next.

Chen Mo was no older than Carl, and he was just a foundry worker on a barren planet.

Carl, on the other hand, is an experienced veteran of the Planetary Guard.

But in this case, whoever can lead the crowd to the light is the leader.

"We ......" Chen Mo opened his mouth a little embarrassed, wanting to say that we don't need to save more people anymore.

But at this moment, an electric current was transmitted along the control console of the centaur troop carrier to Chen Mo's body, and then rushed to his brain.

Chen Mo didn't roll his eyes by electricity, he just suddenly saw something.

A vast world of casting.

The man-made structures overlap until they more than triple the size of the entire planet.

Titans, knights, and tanks are being assembled in the foundry.

In the Karsk system, a tenth of a star is covered by a giant man-made project, a giant spaceyard in which space fortresses are being built in batches like moving cities.

At this time, two words popped up out of thin air in Chen Mo's mind: casting the Holy Spirit Machine, casting the Holy Miracle Work.

The former represents the vast and efficient war and production machines, and the latter represents the marvelous projects such as the Giant Fortress and the Giant Dockyard.

Mortals manipulate the equipment that is equipped with the organic soul to construct all this, and the existence of all this makes the machine soul happy, and there will never be any damaged machinery on this planet.

No matter how many mortals and mechs can build the Holy Spirit Casting Machine and the Holy Forge Miracle Craft, it will definitely not work with just over fifty people plus a centaur and Riemanrus.

And all this deeply attracted Chen Mo, making his current barren planet look like a dung pit, not only not attractive at all, but also made the people who stayed on it endure the stench.

"For the sake of the emperor, for the sake of the god of all machines, we have to save more brothers and sisters!" Chen Mo looked at Karl very seriously, "The filthy rebel heresy has polluted the entire Karsk system, countless loyal subjects of the emperor are suffering, and countless war machines that host machine souls are enduring the defilement of the rebels!" ”

"We must save them until the Emperor's light shines on the Karsk system once again, and until all the souls return to the arms of the God of Machines and Omnisaiah!"

These words were beautiful words, and Chen Mo himself felt embarrassed, but this had a special attack effect on the loyal humans of the Warhammer universe.

Karl was in awe of Chen Mo and saluted him with an eagle: "For the emperor, for the god of all machines!" I will fight to the death for you! ”

"Hmm." Chen Mo nodded, and said secretly in his heart: It is also for me to have the manpower and material resources to create the Holy Casting Divine Machine and the Miracle Project.

After speaking, Karl sat excitedly on the pile of guns in the troop carrier, imagining the future of fighting for the emperor and finally returning to the golden throne.

Chen Mo, on the other hand, continued to concentrate on controlling the centaur troop carrier.

At this point, he suddenly noticed a text on the screen.

"The god of all machines is happy, and he gives the body transformation."

"Downloading the application body transformation, converting to: engineering vehicle."

Before Chen Mo could take a closer look at what this meant, all the weapons of the centaur troop carrier turned into a stream of data and disappeared.

In its place are welding guns, digging drills, printers and other engineering equipment.

When an electric current reached Chen Mo's arm and entered his brain, he instantly understood the purpose of this centaur transformation engineering vehicle.

In short, it's about building, mining, and printing out tools and weapons.

"The God of Ten Thousand Machines still has this kind of operation?" Chen Mo was quite surprised, and became even more interested in what the God of Ten Thousand Machines was.

The transformation of the centaur troop carrier also surprised Karl.

As for Xu Yi, he was still in a coma, not knowing if he was dead or just fainting, and he would be surprised if he was awake.

"Spread him, create the ultimate efficiency and power of the Holy Casting Machine and miracle works to please him, and he will bestow more graces."

A piece of text appears on the screen.

"Cow's."

……

In the next week, Chen Mo did a lot of things.

One is to have the Centaur Engineering Vehicle collect resources and print weapons.

The second is to let Karl pick a few smart people to form the Riemanrus crew.

The third is to keep searching and attacking the small strongholds of the surrounding Flame Angel rebels to rescue the people inside.

By the time a week had passed, the number of survivors had skyrocketed to more than 1,000 instead of just over 50.

The shelter certainly can't fit in, but the centaur engineering truck can build a house, so the accommodation problem is not difficult to solve.

After there were more people, there were some petty thefts or fights, and there were even some men who coveted other women.

Petty theft and fighting hangings up for Carl to beat up.

The coveted beauties were directly loyal to prevent Slaanesh from corrupting them.

After doing this, it is necessary to go about life as usual, and to educate the newcomers about the miracles that have happened in the past, and to participate in the morning rituals.

……

It's another morning.

Chen Mo stood in front of everyone in coarse cloth clothes with gears woven by several women, and beside him were the Riemannus tanks and centaur personnel carriers, as well as all the weapons he now possessed.

Others fell to their knees on one knee, their eyes closed, feeling the presence of the mech.

Of course they can't feel it, but that's okay, as long as they can know and revere the Mekkai, the Mekka, the Soul Omnisiah, and the like.

"Praise the God of Machines, praise Omnisaiah, praise the soul of every machine."

"Take care of every machine, every weapon and tool."

"The weapons of the Soul of Joy never need to be reloaded."

Chen Mo stood with his hands in his hands, and every time he said a paragraph, the people below followed suit.

"Praise the God of Machines, praise Omnisaiah, praise the soul of every machine."

"Take care of every machine, every weapon and tool."

"The weapons of the Soul of Joy never need to be reloaded."

The crowd repeated in unison.

"Alright, the ceremony is over, come and collect your weapons." Chen Mo ordered everyone.

The crowd immediately skillfully lined up in a long line, waiting to receive their weapons.

It's not the first time I've done it, it's been every day for a week, and every time I've been out fighting.

"Carl." Chen Mo picked up a laser carbine, and then kept shooting to the other side, until the battery of the entire laser carbine was exhausted, and the shooting still did not stop.

"Praise the God of Machines, praise Omnisaiah, praise the Soul of Machines!" Carl took the gun, and fired a shot into the distance as well.

This shot was fired, proving that the weapon that Chen Mo touched not only did not need to be loaded in his hand, but also did not need to be loaded when handed over to others.

However, this is time-sensitive, and the carbine will have to be reloaded in half a day at most.

This was tested in real combat.

But it didn't matter, everyone received a replaceable battery.

As for why everyone repeats in the morning that the weapon of the Soul of Joy never has to be reloaded, it still has to be reloaded......

Don't ask.

To ask is to be displeased.