Between adamantite and terracotta, among the garbage and decay, the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment rummaged through things, things that were still useful to the Empire, things that might be useful, those restless mechanical spirits.

Greenskinned corpses, spores, or whatever other filth they wore in gloves and rummaged through without expression, for anything of value in them could bring a lot of value.

But the mere waste of electromagnetic guns, automatic guns, etc., used by the servants is not valuable, and to be precise, it is not worth much compared to the Imperial Guard, which is fully supplied by the Empire.

But the Skadi soldiers were not disgusted with such work, they rarely escaped from the blood and carnage, and awakened humanity in such tedious labor, which they had been doing since childhood, just as the people of the agricultural world were dealing with countless corrosive fertilizers.

Steel, scrap metal, death, cold, were commonplace for the Skadians, and while they were cleaning up those things, Vice Admiral Makato had been waiting for a long time in the Cologne, which had already landed, holding a badge of triumph.

Mr. Makato can't be blamed for the delay in information, the huge void is only a few thousand kilometers to make the Imperial Guard's electrical signal appear significantly delayed, when Makato stood with the badge in his hand all morning, he got the communication of Alan Baier.

"Boss, there are wounded in our regiment, let's station it locally, you can rest first."

Makato listened to the radio, his brow twitching slightly. "Adjutant, have you received any requests for medical supplies?"

The adjutant shook his head. "No, not for a while."

Makato replied. "That kid is scared, how can he not apply, obviously there are no wounded, what good thing does he want to do!"

Makato cultivated a lot of Alan Baier, and naturally knew about his scheming and small personality, so he put down his badge and turned on the communicator.

"This is the Cologne, I'm Lieutenant General Makato, call Skadi the only regiment, is your regimental commander here?"

The communicator quickly echoed, and in the words of the Imperial Guard, it felt like thunder and lightning hitting your ears, because the Empire required everyone to pay close attention to communications, and the artillery fire on the battlefield often roared, causing it to be louder.

Alan Bair, who was drinking coffee at the moment, watched the black liquid in the bowl spin, his head just empty, and the feeling of defeating the one-eyed came out of his head, enjoying the few quiets, and waiting for the Imperial Guard to touch the good.

Until the thunderous voice roared, he subconsciously reflexively stood up to answer the phone, which also made the artificial coffee that is precious in the battlefield today.

The dark liquid spilled a little on the table, staining the corner of the map and showing the haste of its owner, and the dim promethium lamp shone on the unlit room, and the wet liquid trickled to the ground, but the ground had a strange curvature, faintly visible, allowing the things to wet into the underground drain.

"Huh? Coffee? There was a faint sound in the pipe, and the green thick fingers wiped what was dripping on his head, only to be scolded by One-Eye. Don't speak, Iron Tooth! ”

The orc said. "I'm not an iron tooth, boss."

One-Eyed replied. "Yes, you are, I understand, now, let's go to the vicinity of Starport, the whole transport plane."

The original second-generation one-eyed right hand, the colonel, could only be silent, they were restless, stumbling with their huge bodies shuttling through the pipes of the empire, fortunately this equipment was almost stagnant, otherwise what was waiting for them might be all kinds of polluted water.

Thankfully, the Mechonists barely excrete, and there were no toilets here, but the pollution caused by their experiments could have been even more excessive, mutating or directly corroding skin, flesh, and even bones, and they couldn't help but be slightly terrified when they looked at the liquid rotten places under their feet and the strange glowing moss on the walls.

But their lurking was not discovered by the soldiers of the only regiment of Skadi, and they usually drilled pipelines this time they met an opponent.

Alan Bair hung up the phone at this moment, looked at the stain next to the teacup, and wanted to take a few sips of the star map, but he thought that this thing had been running around for a long time, and it was probably as dirty as the soles of his shoes, so he dispelled that stupid idea.

"It's so unlucky, I haven't found anything good." Alan Baier complained that most of the materials within the Mechanic Sect had been wasted by the orcs, weapons or fine iron were even more of a serious disaster, and many of the Chaos Chiefs of Staff of the Blood Axe Clan even asked the green-skinned soldiers to tie up promethine or crystal cores and play with the Imperial Guard for 100 million jade fragments.

He felt pity for the stupidity of the Blood Axe now, but that will to fight combined with the physical fitness of the orcs would certainly cause a lot of obstacles for the Imperial Guard, and it would not be easy for the Skadis to exterminate them here.

But aside from the fact that the rest of the stuff is garbage, Alan Baier still has doubts about the death of One-Eye, maybe he is unfounded, but...

Alan's gaze turned to the coffee he had spilled, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong, that if the liquid was falling down, it should have dried up on the ground, and even if the adamantite floor made the coffee less frictional, it would sputter a few steps at most.

But this trace is definitely curved, so the other side of this coffee liquid sliding down represents that the building is faintly oblique.

However, Alan Bair quickly realized that something was wrong, he looked at the blueprint of this place, the three asteroids of this steel gate are completely symmetrical, the main star has a church, the other two are prayer rooms, the other structures are similar, according to the level of architecture of the empire, it is impossible to have different heights, even on asteroids.

Then there is a secret chamber in the place that represents the height, and there is something on the west side of the main star that makes the position of the place have a height difference, but that thing is not large, and the resulting height is faint and invisible.

"Interesting, what is the Mechonist doing?" Alan Bair crouched down and poured another drop from his teacup, the liquid slanting across the ground.

There is no doubt that there are things, but the size of the main star is tens of kilometers, almost equivalent to a nest capital, and it is not easy to find that small "mistake" that affects the whole building?

Give up? Alan Baier thought that he had conquered this place, fought hard with the orcs, and finally got nothing, which did not suit his character, and felt like a day job.

The thief doesn't return empty-handed, Skady doesn't work in vain, and he quickly begins to think about what is wrong, and he wants to use the mind of an oil guy to determine where the secret room exists.

If he were an oil guy, he would definitely hold a initiation ceremony to limit the number of people and qualifications to enter the secret room, and their belief in the god of all machines would be divided into many guilds, and this would naturally be no exception.

Secondly, the people who know about this must be their own people, so the place where the entrance is arranged will also be more private, and for the Mechanists, the privacy is the place where they store their knowledge.

At the same time, it is strictly confidential, and no one usually enters or exits, it must be in the huge database of the Mechanopathy, although STC they are all kept strictly by themselves with their own heads, but the basic knowledge and religious texts are still huge, because there is no so-called Internet and storage chips, and the database is a library composed of a large number of kraft rolls.

"Almost, if I were an oil guy, I would have done that."

Alan Bair muttered, and drank the coffee in his hand, just as leisure after the war, it would be good to play Sherlock Holmes or something, he would not lose anyway.

Thoughts come quickly, actions are done quickly, no one will wait on the battlefield, vigorous and resolute is basically the standard equipment of Imperial Guard officers, and if you want to survive, you have to turn your head and hands together.

Walking through a few rooms, around the twists and turns, and moving through the mess of the Mechanics and orc modifications, the road to the database wasn't too far.

Eventually, the Imperial Guard's sacred place was unfolded before the eyes of the Imperial Guard, where valuable knowledge of vellum paper was stored, but the database was heavily monitored by the security system, and the level of protection they had for the place was simply appalling.

The adamantite metal gear gate was inlaid with gems to provide him with enough energy, and the entire gate was wrapped in a forbidden stand, reinforced with adamantite gold, and the gems provided energy at all times, to ensure that the device would last for hundreds of years even if it was left unmaintained.

The wall next to it is strictly reinforced, and the special structure made by the Mechanism makes it able to defend against the bombing of warships, but it also represents such an abnormal fake.

Alan Bair knocked on the wall and smashed it with his power weapon, there was no doubt that there were no scratches, even the destruction stance could not be destroyed, and this material sounded a bit like titanium crystal armor, with high strength and toughness while not inferior to the lightness of ceramic steel.

"The materialology of titanium?" Alan Baier smiled bitterly, the oil guys keep saying that aliens are cheap every day, but the research on those things behind them does not stop for a moment, so it seems that technicians are privileged.

Now all he could do was stop at the gate and look at the damn thing.

He fumbled with the thing, with interest, until he found that the wet piece and the rough display on it outlined the title in a blurry image, which read.

[The God of Ten Thousand Machines is above, the Mechanic Sect is willing to exchange knowledge with anyone with insight, but please be accompanied by a member of the Mechanic Sect above the level of Techno-Sage, and translate the following ancient texts alone to represent your wisdom.] 】

Complex Dark Age fonts are emerging, and for the human empire of this era, being able to translate the stories of humanity is a sign of intellectual relaxation.

In other words, he must know the prosperity and experience of humanity in the Dark Ages, because words are the vehicle of history, and if it seems this way, the topic of mechanism is tricky and troublesome.

But Alan Bair wrote down the content in a smooth way.

From the banality of thought, Omnisaiah, save us!

From the lies of the infidels, circuits, bless us!

From the wrath of the beasts, steel, protect us!

From the temptation of minced meat, silica, purify us!

From the ravages of the Destroyer, souls, shelter us!

From the rotting cage of this creature, mechanical gods, set us free!

Omnisaiah! Omnisaiah!

Omnisaiah! Omnisaiah!

There is no immutable truth in flesh and blood, only decay.

There is no enduring strength in flesh and blood, only weakness.

There is no eternal stability in flesh and blood, only decay.

There is no necessary certainty in flesh and blood, except death.

From the banality of thought, Omnisaiah, save us!

From the lies of the infidels, circuits, bless us!

From the wrath of the beasts, steel, protect us!

From the temptation of minced meat, silica, purify us!

From the ravages of the Destroyer, souls, shelter us!

From the rotting cage of this creature, mechanical gods, set us free!

Omnisaiah! Omnisaiah!

Omnisaiah! Omnisaiah! 】

The monitor gradually opened the door after a low sound, and the hidden things of the Mechanic Sect were gradually revealed, and the countless files in the huge data room carried the wisdom accumulated by the human empire, but Alan Baier didn't care, he only cared about how to kill the aliens.

But this place made a "rough man" like him feel amazed, countless servo skulls automatically flew in the sky, cleaning and adjusting this place all the time, a circular library of hundreds of meters in size, from one end there is no end, the ingenious optical illusion allows you to judge the space here with the naked eye is not accurate, it seems as if the ocean of knowledge is endless.

There was no open space here, most of the place was filled with tables, chairs, benches, bookshelves, and files, and only the servo skull could move freely in such a place.

Breathing in the rich smell of quaintness, and of course maybe rotting and stinking kraft paper, Alan Bair walked past the ancient books and wisdom, the things that had driven countless scholars crazy, to the middle of the great circular library, where there were no seats, benches, or bookshelves.

This should be the location of the secret room, otherwise it shouldn't be vacant, such a place is expensive, but it abruptly leaves about 10 meters of open space in the middle area?

For the sake of aesthetics? Mechists are pragmatists!

Alan Bair took out his relic pistol and adjusted it to hot melt mode, although it was quite unvirtuous to do so, but he didn't hate it.

"To the Emperor and all the saints of his old man's family, he will forgive me." His mouth hesitated, but his hands did not hesitate, and the hot melt slammed into the ground, melting the adamantite gold and steel, revealing the secrets hidden deep underground.

Half-dissected Titan-kun, orcs, never-before-seen plants cultivated by the Mechon, or brand new weapons, Alan Bair casually picked up something that looked comfortable, it was a rifle with crystals and a futuristic feeling, and fired at the undissected green-skinned corpse.

The bullet burst into an intense light, and then quickly turned into a gravitational black hole, distorting physics, and the entire orc was crushed into minced flesh in less than a second.

"Gravitational weapons?" Alan Baier looked at the thing in amazement, although it was only one, but he took it.

And then, it's time to open the treasure chest.

(End of chapter)