Scarlet and pale-painted Pluto is slowly turning, and sporadic white light appears from time to time above it, a sign that the planet's defenses are working well.

Six massive moons sending and receiving signals are slowly orbiting Pluto, and thousands of receiving lights are constantly flickering, each light on, indicating that a signal from a galaxy is being received.

Among the hundreds of millions of spark lights, the most insignificant light lit up, and was quickly received by the astral court stationed on Pluto.

The returning wanderer has arrived.

The stargate was in full bloom, opening the passage of the subspace, and the spiritual energy tide was undulating, and the magnificent blue-purple water waves were rippling with rose-red light.

Tiny ships are the first to swim out of the sea, and then the massive size of the transport ship is revealed.

+05-97QE, welcome back to the solar system. +

+ Follow the trajectory of the Astral Court to Mars. +

The small boat that flew down from the huge transport ship was like the fine sand dropped by a giant whale, and the huge thing that was swallowing thousands of goods did not care about this tiny thing.

Red swept through the window, and the endless red wasteland, the maroon wind and sand raged, rolling up the red soil. There seemed to be some green in the distance, but they were too far away for Hades to see very clearly.

From time to time, tiny mechanical creatures dotted the endless red, compared to the sages whose cables were so well organized, they were like fluffy grass on the wild land, breaking exposed cables, dripping liquid limbs from time to time, what were they?

The boats were moving fast, the scenery was changing rapidly, and they were quickly left behind.

Wonders built in active volcanoes, magma cities pass by, then towering plateaus, shattered and twisted moans, and low-lying canyons

The silver-white industrial behemoth devoured the red.

Blackened waste areas clinged to the edge of the city, and as seen before, sporadic mechanical creatures shuttled throughout.

Factories, factories, all factories, little technocrats climb on top of the shells of these silvery buildings, little ant-like tentacles touching each other, circuits being altered, repaired.

At the edge of the city are warehouses full of weapons, ammunition, and raw materials, and the city's harbor is built here, where countless ships fly and land, densely packed with chaos but order, like schools of sardines migrating in the ocean.

Straight golden avenues run through the city, and tree-lined trees trimmed to look like geometric shapes line the avenues, providing more than nothing for the ever-flowing crowds.

The figures of the Titans appear from time to time, these violent machines full of aesthetics, warning everyone and announcing the status of the master of the city.

Two or three obelisk buildings break the city's progressive heights, and they proudly defy the city, crowded with people more densely than elsewhere, and bow at its feet.

It's the Temple of Machinery, the Temple of Technology, or the Reliquary of Engines, where the beliefs that sustain all of Mars gather.

The pilgrimage ship prays in the sky above it, and the golden supplicants sing binary chants.

Praise be to the God of Machines!

Praise be to Ohm Messiah, you are the embodiment of truth and bring the fire of hope!

The singing slowly faded, ignoring the fanatical believers, and the boat followed the established procedure towards a separate building on the edge of the city.

Mars, a training base for technical sergeants.

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Hades swears that this is the weirdest mechanical sage he's ever seen.

Countless wires arched the towering and curved back, two ends taller than Hades, and the bloated and massive body, under the scarlet cashmere robe, the geometric shape was raised, arched and concave with a certain rhythm.

Compared to the huge body, the two main limbs that were eerily slender stretched out, silver-white metallic luster, but the ends of the limbs were anthropomorphic, and the limbs of the humanoid hand were holding the letter of recommendation that Hades had just handed him.

With just one glance, the sage raised his eyes, which shimmered with a faint blue light, and stared at Hades.

"Hello, Hades of the Death Guard."

Piercing but clear synthesized gothic electronic sound,

"Praise the Om Messiah, as an individual, I congratulate the Fourteenth Legion on its recovery."

The original body, the most sophisticated machine of the world created by the manifestation of the god of all machines, was recovered again, and Geljordan felt that he had only a small number left, and twelve .7 percent of the wet parts began to secrete dopamine.

The Great Expedition will be won, and the truth will walk among them again.

"You may call me the Sage of Jordan, and my Servant and I will be in charge of your training for at least thirty standard years of Terra."

"Cadet Technical Sergeant Hades, your creature key has been entered into the base system, and for now, you can access gamma-level rooms and knowledge."

Geljördan stared at Hades' left hemisphere, and if his electronic left hemisphere could fit into the Sigma-309 serial communication protocol, or its variant, 309K, the technical sergeant's learning time could be reduced by at least twenty-three percent.

He should directly send the next learning materials directly to this technical sergeant, through the preliminary examination of Hades's electronic left brain, it has the nature of anti-perspective and band attack, there is a ninety-seven percent probability, Hades can directly receive information from Gerjordan -

Sage Jordan felt that his circuit with the gate output was "0", the answer was no.

It is not possible to transmit binary information directly to a technical sergeant who has not received permission, and if the Sage has not obtained the other party's permission.

This is a violation of the Legion's agreement with the Mechanics.

Based on his previous analysis of the behavior of the Legion Space Marines, Jordan judged that he should choose to ask the other party about the basic function of the left brain after Hades had a preliminary understanding of the teachings of the God of All Machines.

"Cadet Technical Sergeant Hades, you can choose to rest for the rest of the Martian days today, and the knowledge catalog you need to master next has been sent to your break room by the servants."

"At the beginning of being a technical sergeant, after tomorrow, we will peek into the greatness of the god of all machines and feel the pulse of truth."

"The first lesson is reverence and faith."

"Praise the God of all machines, and praise the Ohm Messiah."

The mechanical sage's calm, yet frenzied voice echoed through the room, and Hades stared at the other side, not knowing for a moment whether to echo the other's words or remain silent.

Fortunately, the sage on the opposite side obviously didn't bother with a rookie who had just arrived, and the other party chose to be silent, and the servant opened the door and motioned for Hades to leave.

Unknown underground casting furnace.

"He's coming."

Binary whispers are delivered, but they can't cover the screams of wailing.

There is no need to be muted, the sage will not waste his precious time and energy here.

That liar, that liar!

The sage will make him pay.

The marked prey throws itself into the net, which is the favor given to him by the god of all machines!

The cruiser, which was supposed to depart, was urgently stopped.

Whether it's war or deception, no one can escape his calculations.

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By the way, in the Mechanism, the sages' degree of belief and understanding of the doctrine varies, and the jury is inconclusive.

Also, there can be a lot of fabrication when writing a mechanical teaching, because the system of the original text is too complex.

Here, I would like to thank Bilib Up, Belisarius Kaul, who compiled the mechanical teaching materials, which helped me a lot in writing this article.

There's another one tonight, but don't wait.

(End of chapter)