On the first day of class, go and memorize the words first.

Hades, with a slightly sloppy painting style, was sitting in the library in despair, reciting proper nouns without love, and all kinds of books surrounded him as a prison -

"One hundred and one basic circuits that must be taught in the nursery prenatal education center" and "3,000 types of screws that must be memorized as a servant".

Of course, it's more often the title of the book written in binary, octal, or ASCLL codes, such as \u5982\u4f55\u7528\u6da6\u6ed1\u6cb9\u53d6\u60a6\u4f60\u7684\u673a\u68b0.

Not far from Hades, the wild wolf Manning's snoring rang out one after another, provoking Hades's already broken sanity.

Don't think about it, the other party is a bastard young master with a family background, and you are the only hope for the newly established legion that has nothing but standard parts.

Swallowing the knowledge that was almost overflowing, Hades bowed his head again in resignation.

He finally realized what it meant to "learn for 30 years".

Even a human like a Space Marine, who has enhanced his ability to learn, takes thirty years to master the most basic technical repairs of a legion.

It's really stuffed warriors to Mars, and then sprinted for thirty years in the college entrance examination, right?

Hades suddenly developed an indescribable admiration for the technical sergeants and master foundries of the Death Guard.

Thanks to the fact that he also has an electronic brain, Hades directly turned the page and photographed the page, and then let the left brain copy the knowledge into it, and then called on the knowledge when he came back to it.

Why doesn't there be such a thing as a USB flash drive in the mechanic religion?!

What Hades didn't know was that the Mechanics really had such a thing, but he obviously didn't have the authority to use it.

After feeling like he was going to vomit in a physical sense, Hades finally raised his head and rubbed his neck.

He stared at the opposite wall and began to be in a daze.

In fact, since the first few Martian days, when Hades walked out of that mechanical sanctuary, he has been thinking about the Cult of the Mechanica.

According to Hades's memories of his previous life, the birth of the Cult of the Mechanicus was facilitated by the emperor in order to keep some of the technology intact through the Age of Dark Strife so that he could embark on a great expedition.

The emperor intended Hades not to judge, he knew that the emperor needed someone who could give his life for knowledge in that dark age.

And faith is often the best catalyst for this behavior.

And the cheapest faith is often cloaked in a veneer of religion and ignorance.

But when you see the fanaticism of the mechanical sage, that heartfelt belief that the emperor is the consciousness of the Om Messiah.

Hades is still. It's a little shocking

No, there's no point in dwelling on the fact that a wooden boat is already in place, and Hades has never wasted his precious brain cells in such a place.

What bothered him was that it was really useful to believe in it here, and if you pray to a god, then there will be a god in subspace to answer your prayers.

Where did all the Mechachanistic prayers go?

Hades didn't see them pray for a god of all machines in the subspace.

At present, Hades has two speculations, the first is that the belief of the Mechanics has gone to the real "God of Machines", that is, the Void Dragon imprisoned by the emperor in the Martian underground palace.

The Void Dragon is a fragment of the Star God, and the Star God can be simply understood as the god of the physical world, a powerful existence of pure material existence.

So the Mechanistic faith in him is of no use to him, because the star gods only obey the laws of the physical universe.

The second speculation is that the Emperor pretended to be the Void Dragon's agent in the world, taking away the authority of the Void Dragon, and instilling all the beliefs of the Mechanic Cult into the Emperor.

Well. Either way, it's certain that the Emperor is the biggest beneficiary of the game between the Mechanics and the Void Dragon.

It's just the sages who believe in the Cult of the Mechanica

The attitudes of the mechanical sages towards their teachings also differed, some were fanaticals, and some were just labeled religious for the convenience of their own experiments.

For example, Hades is currently in contact with the mechanical sage Geljodan, who is a fanatic believer in the Mechanicus Cult who seizes every opportunity to preach to Hades.

Hades said, "Ah, yes, yes, yes, you are right, praise Ohm Messiah."

The glowing watch on the wall was tuned to Mars at noon, and a "beep" chimeed interrupted Hades' thoughts.

Looking at the table full of books, Hades collapsed in the pile of books and slammed his head on the table.

He also fantasized about finishing school early and returning to the team early, what the hell is this now?!

However, what Hades doesn't know is that his current learning speed is much faster than others, but everyone else is at other stages, and Hades has no comparison, so naturally he will not have an intuitive impression of his own learning speed.

The wolf Manning was abruptly awakened by the sound of Hades smashing the table, and the cry came to an abrupt halt, and Manning looked up sleepily to glance at the time on the wall.

"What? It's time, let's eat! ”

"Let's go, don't learn!"

It was the second day that Hades had been taken away by Manning, the wolf.

Mars' food is a specially flavored algae, as well as a white porridge with a faint taste of motor oil.

Brownish-green globular algae, seasoned with vinegar and salt, shimmer in the light.

The porridge is still the same porridge, but it doesn't taste at all, except for a faint smell of motor oil.

Compared to the sweetness of the Death Guard, the food on Mars is on the salty side.

It's okay, Hades is not a picky eater!

Hades, who had been chewing on books all morning, turned his grief into appetite-

Good brother, it's all over the place!

When Hades put down the twenty-third plate of seasoned algae, Manning was staring at him dumbfounded.

"Brother, don't you have food on the death guard?"

The food provided by the oil guy, the wild wolf Manning can not eat it, and feed them to gnaw grass every day?!

Every time he picked up a piece of grass, Manning remembered the days when he munched on meat at Fenris.

What kind of ascetic life is this?!

The other technical sergeants were only used as life-sustaining food.

And Hades was definitely the first person Manning saw who was so active in eating.

Hades silently swallowed the algae in his throat.

"The food on the Death Guard is also very good, nutritious porridge and metal blocks are delicious and filling."

"Eat these every day?"

Hades looked at the wolf Manning with a puzzled expression,

"yes, every day."

Isn't that the minimum standard diet for Space Marine?!

Manning was shocked, you death guards eat this?

He'd heard the Emperor's Son's Afternoon Tea, the Ultramarines' Dinner, the Blood Angel's Bloody Meal, and other modest legions would add some bread or meat from nearby farming planets to their diets.

But the Death Guard's diet was the first time he had heard of it.

The original body of the human affection and the extremely hard diet, these two points, why can't they get together, right?!

But looking at the natural expression of Hades across from him, Manning couldn't say anything.

Forget it, the next time you take him for a drink, grab some game.

It's rare to find someone with whom he can mess around.

Manning the wolf thought to himself.

As for Hades, who is opposite him, he starts to think about life again.

He seemed to remember that Enrique had told him to stay away from the wolves, but now, what was going on?

It's just a fight, how did it become like this?

Hades looked at the Iron Hand who had chosen the seat farthest away from them, as well as the warriors such as the Iron Warriors.

Well. What's it about feeling like you're being hated?

However, the moon wolf Sunderland and the war dog Perez noticed Hades' gaze and smiled kindly at Hades.

The afternoon class was practical, and although Hades could choose to continue his hard work in the library, Hades gave up and immediately ran away to the mechanical workshop.

In the distance, the flames of other technical sergeants cutting and reassembling machinery were visible, and Hades stared thoughtfully at a Demos-type rhinoceros tank in front of him.

The Church of the Machines chose what they saw as "gentle mechs" to start the first lesson of the Techno Soldier's practice.

So, what exactly is a machine soul?

As far as Hades knows, there are three types of machine souls.

The first type is the metaphysical soul, which has its projection in the subspace.

This is also the most common and common type of mech, usually condensed by the belief of the surrounding soldiers in them.

The second type is the scientific machine soul, and the mechanistic religion calls some systems that can perform automated tasks, or systems with a certain degree of autonomy, as machine souls.

Category III. It is an abomination of intelligence, because after the Crimson Agreement, the Emperor explicitly forbade the mechanical sages to continue AI-related research in case the next rebellion appeared.

But in fact, some of the mechanical sages who dance in the gray area still have intelligent AI in their hands.

In order to avoid people's eyes, the sages uniformly called these AIs mechs.

What, you say I violated the treaty?

No, it's not AI, it's the great mech-

"Hello Lord Hades from the Death Guard."

A sentence interrupted Hades' thoughts.

A techno-god servant with a frizzy edge of his robe flashed out from behind the Rhino Tank, and unlike the other techno-god servants Hades had seen, he was highly mechanized, his face devoid of human tissue, only cables and displays.

What's even more strange to Hades is that the eyes of this technological god are not ordinary electronic eyes, but a long display, and pixel-style blue eyes are flashing one after another.

"Hello."

Hades blinked,

"What do you call it?"

The technocratic servant shook as if flattered, and shrank back, and even a symbol of sweat drops appeared on his display.

What is this? Hades was full of question marks.

"It's okay for Lord Da to call me Kim, my name is Kim-306."

The deliberately anthropomorphic tone sounded, and the technical servant even simulated a stammering tone.

As far as Hades knew, most of the servants despised the human body, and they even disliked some of the airflow that comes with normal vocal cord vocalizations that reduce communication efficiency.

Well. Maybe the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds, right?

But at least not the dogmatic technocracy, Hades feels good.

Hades, who was bent on continuing to contact the machine spirit, didn't pay much attention to this, he looked at the somewhat thin technical servant and motioned for him to continue.

Seeing that Hades didn't show obvious emotion, Kim-306's eyes flashed,

"My lord, 306 will be in charge of your practical learning, you can ask 306 various questions, and 306 will answer your most official answers."

"Today's arrangement for the Mechonist is for you to have your first contact with the mech."

"The MK1C Demos Rhino in front of you is the third batch of tanks mass-produced by the Mechanism in the early days of the Great Expedition, and has been active in the war with the Xenomorphs ever since, and was finally removed from service due to the corrosive effects of the mixing of different fuels in its engines."

"According to the data, the first appearance of its soul was in a tug-of-war on an agricultural planet, and after the amount of fuel was obviously not enough to drive it, in order to ensure the completion of the mission, the machine still traveled about 3.4 kilometers and successfully reached its destination."

"After that, this machine has shown its soul consciousness many times."

"Therefore, after his retirement, the Jordanian sage chose to bring him back from the front and use it as an education and to enlighten the warriors in their devotion to the machine spirit."

"According to your previous genetic data, this machine has the highest compatibility with you, so I will take it out of the warehouse for teaching."

According to veterans who have piloted it before, the spirit of the MK1C Demos Rhino is described as extremely abomiding aliens, kind, forgiving, tenacious, and lethargic at the same time.

In the previous daily investigation of the Mechanics, most of the machines close to Hades would show a slight degree of irritability.

So the sage arranged for Hades this best-tempered machine soul, and there was no one.

Kim's electronic eyes flashed and he made a smiling expression.

"Now, my lord, please let me teach you the basic process of worshipping the machine soul."

Incense, wax, oil, and the mottled shell of the tank were draped in scarlet satin, on which the ornate gold thread glittered.

A set of processes passed, and Hades blinked as he looked at the obviously incongruous combination of machinery and fabric.

Kim bowed deeply to the tank, then turned his head and bowed to Hades as well,

"My lord, the ritual is over, I want to feel the calm and pleasant mech, and then you can put your hand on its body and feel the resonance with the mech."

"This process needs to be quiet, so I'm going to quit now."

"Please feel free to call me if you need it."

Kim's electronic eyes flashed, then quietly left, disappearing into the pile of machinery.

Hades looked at Jin and suddenly felt a sense of humility in the face of Party A.

It's all workers, it's okay, I don't embarrass you!

After lamenting that it would not be easy for anyone to live, Hades came back to his senses and looked back at the cratered tank, the flames flickering, and the wax oil was slowly sliding off its shell, the red silk was smooth.

Well. As silly as it may seem, Hades took off his mechanic's gloves and cautiously touched the old tank's casing.

Knowing that there was a high probability that this rhinoceros was a first-class metaphysical soul, Hadist deliberately compressed the black domain to the other side of his body to avoid contact with the tank.

Then he closed his eyes and tried to communicate with the soul.

Well. How do you communicate?!

Ordinary technical sergeants, after calming down, will sense the faint call of the machine, and then judge the condition of the machine, whether it is suitable for combat, etc.

But on Hades' side, he can't feel anything at the moment.

It's like him glaring at a rock.

Finally, after almost an hour or so of Hades' glare, Hades couldn't hold back.

He struggled to recall the images of the Mechonist prayers on weekdays.

He remembered!

The mechanical sages would make servants who only sang binary chants and placed them in the sanctuary, which was said to bring joy to the souls.

He Hades can also be whole similar!

The main content of this prayer act is that people are singing hymns, to simplify it, is it possible to touch the soul as long as you keep living mechanical chants?

Hades didn't know, but had been staring for over an hour anyway, so he decided to give it a try.

Hades manipulated his left brain to find the previously recorded chant, and then began to play the chant in the form of radio waves.

Well. The reflexes of the mechs should be much faster than those of humans.

So Hades decisively turned up the speed, and then copied one of the hymns in his left head, and now there are two hymns playing!

The mechsoul still didn't react, but the overly bored Hades now completely discovered a new continent and continued to replicate the chant in his left brain.

Not to mention, the processing power of his electronic left brain can smoothly open 777 copies of the frenzy and the highest image quality.

Finally, when Hades happily copied the chant to the thirteenth time—

"Boom!"

The tank beside him suddenly spewed out a puff of black smoke, and the smoke billowed out, and the other Space Marines in the distance were startled and looked at Hades with a puzzled expression.

But Hades didn't care about the details.

Because at the same time, Hades' left brain received a binary discourse,

"Don't push it!"

Yes?

Oh yes, he succeeded in communicating with the soul!

It had been sleeping.

Those turbulent battlefields that made its blood boil are long gone, and it doesn't have to bulldoze in the muddy ground to protect its comrades on the bullet-ridden battlefield.

It's old.

It was wearing out from its proud endurance, and it hoped for a bang for a war that would bring out the last heat of the war machine on the battlefield.

However, it was taken away, far from its comrades-in-arms, and enshrined in the sanctuary.

It was the oldest one, witnessing batch after batch of technical sergeants.

Later, more companions joined, and the Mechanical Sage heard its thirst for rest, and slowly left it idle.

Sleep never ends, it sleeps in incense chants, and these sweet things gradually dull its sensations compared to the smoke and roar.

Won't wake up again, it thinks

It will sleep forever in calm and pleasant dreams, until—

A harsh, garbled spoof sound frantically pressed in its ears,

It angrily opened its bird servant and saw something that displeased it at first sight.

"What about your mother?"

It says.

Terra, the Royal Palace.

"What was that just now?"

Motarian looked at Macardo, who was hiding his face on the other side, and asked,

That's your father's effort."

"Psionics? He's going to turn into the kind of profane existence of the subspace? ”

Hearing Motarian's insult to the emperor, Machado took a deep breath,

"You should understand that your father's bitter mental energy doesn't always mean chaos Motarian, I think you know that."

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