When the Imperial Guard arrived, both the Foundry Governor and the Mechanic priests were indifferent to them, and this indifference was due to their disregard and arrogance for mortal flesh and blood.

But they will not expel the Imperial Guard, but only take advantage of the attitude, believing that the light of Omemesseiah will shine here and will keep victory alive.

However, in addition to faith, the people here still have a lot of trust in the triangular defensive curtain composed of three modified asteroids near their system, and the artificial defense system called the Iron Gate and the fleet of the Imperial Guard have completely blocked the main subspace roads of this world.

Mandeville Point turns the vastness of the void into a line connecting the galaxy, and the subspace undercurrent that extends in all directions carries countless ships away, including invaders and guardians.

Like a river linking countless imperial worlds, subspace is both terrifying and linked to the future of humanity and exploration and adventure, and is also the core point of attack and defense.

The Steel Gate protects the world, and even according to the records, it carries a small volcano cannon on it, which can destroy a cruiser with just one shot...

However, the three asteroid fortresses are still not enough to resist the enemy, and the Blackheart King has an absolute advantage in terms of resources, which is what the Mechanics fear and worry about, which is why they contacted the Imperial Guard.

Probably holding that, I pay taxes to your empire every day, and now you almost fulfill your obligations, right!?

Therefore, their attitude towards the Astral Army is not very good, firstly, the state religion of the empire and the mechism are basically two faiths, and secondly, they have reproductive isolation, which is basically doomed to the indifferent attitude of the Foundry Governor.

Therefore, now walking in the central area of the casting world, Alan Baier, who has not been transformed at all, cannot be said to be eye-catching, it really has to be described as a naked man who came to the White House one day, and then the guards of the whole White House still followed him, but did not do it.

That's probably what it feels like for an unmodified mortal to walk into the Foundry Center for the Mechanics, and the gaze in Alan Bair's eyes, most of which are monitors, is dangerous and insane, greedy for the treasures on his body.

For Alan Byr, it would be a complete waste to hand over the relics of the Dark Ages on his body to the Mecha, if they could really research something and benefit the empire, he naturally didn't care about it, but in most cases, high-level technological sages would monopolize technology, and then those STCs that had been reproduced with great difficulty, day and night, and spent countless manpower and material resources to reproduce, completely disappeared after one of their deaths.

For the Mechanic Sect, it is extremely difficult to manufacture those STC after they are studied, in most cases, it is not that it will not, but it is impossible to mass-produce, and the soldiers will still use lasers and plasma, and only some elites will try to distribute them, even so, the Mechanic Sect is also given priority to those who have a relationship.

So, why not keep it for yourself? Is it to let those murderous weapons break on the battlefield, or to be enshrined, and wait for some genius oil guy to crack it, and then he dies, those things

Disappearing again?

Thinking so, smelling, tasting the smell of those fuels, looking at each other, asking about 6-19 times along the way. "Sir, do you need me to help you get something?" Under the question of the servant, Alan Barr finally arrived at the seat of the Foundry Governor.

After the adamantite door creaked open with the sound of gears, the room was so violently pressured that it almost sucked people in, and Alan Baier couldn't help but hold his breath.

After about a few seconds, the room could finally be seen, inside the metal walls and clutter, experimental props, complex lathes, and a large amount of brown paper were scattered and piled up here, and in the midst of countless knowledge, in the center of the room, there was an operating table, on which a disemboweled, disemboweled orc was tied, and he died peacefully.

A humanoid thing of about two meters stood next to the orc, many pliers, knives, and drills, shaking on his countless mechanical arms, and his body had been completely transformed, and probably only a few places were still clean like a brain?

The red robe, the terracotta steel body, the scarlet monitor were shaking, and at this moment he made a sound, and only the voice could roughly judge his age, about 80 or so, the voice of an old man, but it was strengthened by the grille and the communicator.

"I'm sorry, my vocal cords haven't been modified yet, Imperial Guard guests, praise Ome Messiah, I was just undergoing surgery, and dissecting orcs is a must for me every day."

"During this time I'll drain the oxygen here to reach a vacuum, making sure the orcs don't rot and decompose."

Alan Baier did notice that the floor here was made of pure gold, there were no gaps, like it was fused when casting, there were no traces of welding, not to mention orc spores, even the elite of the stabbing living room could not climb out.

The sound of electronics and the sizzle of damn mechanical joints echoed in his ears like a mechanical spider made of metal crawling in his head, and Alan Baier barely managed to maintain his gentleness and grace to reply.

"It's okay, Lord Foundry Governor, the only Skadi regiment will be happy to help, and I will never care about your voice."

He nodded, if that action was still the same human ritual action that Alan Bair knew, it would be hard to imagine that this thing in front of him had anything to do with people, even orcs would evaluate the mechanical religion. "Even the mad doctor isn't half as crazy as those gear kids."

The foundry governor put away his bloodied terrible limbs and spoke softly. "Servant, serve tea to the adults, I'm sorry, I can't taste the food anymore, my stomach is broken during this time, its stinging pain affects my movements, although I don't feel pain anymore, but I still make a transformation."

Alan Baier asked with interest. "And how much more do you have—" he thought of as many words. First wife? ”

Several of the Casting Governors pointed to their heads, throats, and hearts.

"The next thing is to replace the heart, and I'm almost done with the wet parts."

Alan Baier frowned, eighty is for the empire, especially for the meritorious people of the empire, countless means of life extension and the genes that human beings have evolved over tens of thousands of years, so that the imperial people can still be counted as "middle-aged" in their 80-90s.

Of course, this depends on his identity, basically the colonel-level officers of the empire will not be too short-lived, as long as you can prove your worth, and because of its dogma and technology, if there is no accident, a mechanical sage will have no problem living for thousands of years.

So the "old man" in front of him obviously has not maintained his wet parts at all, and it can even be said that he dislikes it.

Alan Baier also has a part of the concept of parents who are exposed to the body, and this old thing makes him feel worse and worse, compared to the girls in his group are much better, although they also look highly transformed, but they can obviously see the appearance of people.

Of course, it could also be because she's too young...

But disgust is disgust, cooperation is cooperation, and Alan Baier just nodded. "And about the alliance between the Imperial Guard and the Mechanic Cathar this time—" The sage spoke as he spoke.

"Enough, I don't want to hear that, and you know very well why I got you here." The mechanical sage is impatient, he can spend hundreds of years stealthily researching something, but he doesn't want to listen to Alan Bair about his world's survival.

Because from the beginning, the mechanical sage was not a warrior, not an officer, not a nobleman, but a real scientific researcher, if he could touch the human relics of the Dark Ages, he would rather the world turn into a ruin, for this sage, this world is just one of the ways he can get research materials, it doesn't matter.

The value of knowledge is endless, and the Foundry Governor is in a hurry, he has no time to play with mortals, and Alan Baier has also seen this person's intentions, and he has begun to think about whether to go to the first macro branch (although this explanation is crude and stupid, it can be barely understood as a regimental composition of the cathar, but a cathar army is actually composed of multiple macro branches, and is controlled by infantry composed of machine servants and a small number of data sages. to help him protect the world.

But he also considered that the personality of the Mechonia was probably in the same vein, and he sighed. "Let your servants keep it and give me the list now."

The Foundry Governor couldn't help but feel happy, even though his emotional suppressors were already buzzing, and as a mechanical sage, his brain hadn't been modified too much. "What can you offer?"

His order of words quickened, and it was obvious that Alan Baier replied as well. "Nano virus guns, yuan weapons, probably hundreds."

"Hundred, hundred, bye, bye, bye, bye!" The mechanical sage froze, and it wasn't until his server was readjusted, and he repeated the word for about half a minute, and Alan Bair almost couldn't help it, wanting to destroy this old thing with one shot, if it weren't for the many things that would happen to him, and those elite, almost all mechanical cathar alphas with electromagnetic guns eyeing him.

The mechanical sage's emotions calmed down, and he closed his eyes, if that thing was an eye, although he theoretically didn't have eyelids, but probably because of his habits, he could still close the iron sheet, so that there was something covering his eyelids in the place where they were originally eyelids.

After a while, several servants walked over with a long list in hand, ranging from common individual weapons to automatic guns, with prices clearly marked, and even a nano weapon already written on it, how much a yuan weapon can be exchanged.

This efficiency made Alan Baier's eyelids jump slightly, but fortunately no other officers came this time, just him personally and the only elite of his Skadi regiment, he picked up the long brown paper in the hand of the servant and looked at the specific contents.

"The price is a bit high, huh?" Alan Baier said this with his mouth, but he knew very well in his heart that the price here was not outrageous, because those weapons were no longer of value to him, compared to the so-called Dark Ages technological relics, those things were only scrap metal without ammunition for the only Skadi Regiment.

The technical sage replied. "Needless to say, flesh, this is the highest price in this sector, you know."

Alan Bair was still gasping and pretending to be confused. "Dark Age relics are priceless, and you mechanics must know that if you miss the stock of the only Skadi regiment, you can go to the field and dig it up, maybe you can get it."

The techno-sage doesn't want to theorize, he just wants to study the wisdom of those ancient humans fiercely, although he keeps saying that it is the Dark Ages, but all the high-ranking of the empire understands that those relics are ridiculously useful.

But the more we see the clues of the heyday of humanity from the power of those things like witchcraft, and at the same time, many sages of the Mechonist Sect have also fallen into the corruption of chaos, and it can be said that the empire is now afraid in various ways because of the subspace.

But Alan Baier didn't care if the sage in front of him would fall or not, if he did join the traitors, all that awaited him was the wrath of the Imperial Hammer.

The sage of the mechanical sect also saw the firmness and will in the eyes of Alan Baier, as the saying goes, people become old and refined, even if they are technical nerds and inhuman mechanical transformation people, they can understand what kind of people are worthy of communication, of course, everything in the mechanical religion depends on faith and knowledge reserves, but interpersonal relationships will not be a bad stepping stone.

For example, Alan Baier can judge that the mechanical sect girl in his group is only a sage apprentice, and she will inevitably rise to prominence in the future, even if her sect is very biased, it is not something that small forces in the empire can touch.

It's just that the top brass of the Mechanics rarely show their emotional intelligence in front of others, unless they make them feel worthy.

That's right, the Foundry Governor of this world now has a strange feeling, this guy in front of him, if he makes friends, he will have a lot of inheritance, and the God of Ten Thousand Machines will definitely be greatly good.

"Okay, in addition to providing supplies, your follow-up maintenance and ammunition supply will also be discounted, and the materials of our world will be given priority to your regiment in the future." The words of the mechanical sage are extremely golden, as a first-level high-level tax standard of the imperial world, their tax revenue is enough to supply about 50 standard imperial worlds, that is to say, a huge population base of tens of trillions of people.

Although Skadi's only regiment has never been short of money, they have also experienced the painful journey of being squeezed out by the local military affairs departments of other star sectors, with insufficient supplies and supplies, and now there is a casting world, a garden world that can provide a steady stream of supplies and supplies, and it is naturally better, and he may even be able to break away from the imperial military department...

Alan Baier immediately got rid of the dangerous heretical idea, and he immediately turned to procurement mode.

"There are 12 Hydra air defense tanks, 15 petrified lizards, and then the Salamander reconnaissance tank Kane likes it so much, and he also plays with two of them."

"Then plasma, first each squad has a plasma gunner, and then give the assault force some hot melt guns and hot melt grenades, and there will be a thousand handles."

The tip of the pen writes and draws on the vellum, making people wonder if those empire's war engines don't need money, and when Alan Baier finishes writing, the war materials of all sizes are hung all over the paper, and the sage quickly calculates his mind, and then his transformed body trembles obviously.

He knew that he would have something to study (dismantle) for the next few hundred years!

(End of chapter)