As the Lord of the Soul Forge and the Primordial spoke, a giant Iron Giant was excavated from the Mountains of Flesh by the Dark Mechanical's engineering machinery and transported to the Forge World by a makeshift space elevator to the Forge World Rust Scourge, and the Fallen Sages couldn't wait to study the esoteric manufacturing process of the Cyberplex Body.

Glancing at Perturabo's severed arm, Vashtor said, "Follow me." ”

Peturabo did not speak, and followed in silence in Vashtor's footsteps.

The two of them came to the hangar where the wreckage of the battle body was parked, and the fallen sage of the Dark Mechanic Cult was busy priing open the cockpit of the battle body and excavating the body of the mechanic inside.

Wastor tweezed a small fragment from the wreckage of the meching machine on the giant machine, and the silvery-white metal fragment suspended in his palm, and the Lord of the Soul Forge said, "This substance, which the Order of Truth calls 'Zero', has the dense structure of a neutron-like star, its molecular structure is completely locked, and its arrangement is as uniform and unshakable as an army. ”

"A deep understanding of classical mechanics has created this neutron star material that is stronger than Adamantite, except that it is slightly less resistant to psionic energy and subspace than Adamantite, Zero Element Material is almost a perfect material, and while its performance is superior, its synthesis cost is also incredibly low, so that the Order of Truth can install Zero Element Armor in large quantities on both the Space Fleet and the ground armored forces."

"If the Golden Age humans had such cheap and high-performance materials, why did the minarets of the nests that survived from distant times still commonly use pure gold to cast foundations and cast walls with plastic steel? Most of the ancient relics treasured by the Mechanicus Cult are also sealed in pure gold. ”

Vashtor clenched his fist lightly, held the silver-white metal fragment in his palm, and said: "The synthesis of zero-element materials is not a technology that has been mastered by intelligent beings in this world, it comes from unknown territories outside the world. ”

The zero-element material is, the L-Star Gate is, and so is the Correction Protocol that destroys the waste code virus like a decay.

And these are just the tip of the iceberg of the technology brought by the bullet star.

"Beings from outside the world have interfered with the course of history that this galaxy should have been, and we must make changes."

Vashtor continued: "The ambitions and threats of the Bullet Star are so great that His presence alone has awakened an eternal being who has been dormant since the dawn of the universe......"

"The First Impulse hates and fears the Bulletin, who is an existential enemy of the universe itself. The contradictions between different races and camps are a thing of the past, and those ridiculous entanglements of interest are so small compared to the survival of the universe. ”

"The existential enemy is imminent, and we must unite and unite with each other."

As he spoke, Valshtor put the metal fragment back in his hand on the machine, he looked at Perturabo and asked:

"Primordial 4, when will you be able to abandon those old grievances and personal honors and disgraces, turn your guns on the great enemy that really threatens our survival, and fight for a higher meaning?"

"Just today." Perturabo whispered.

Vashtor was pleased with Peturabo's answer.

Fooling around in the Lord of the Soul Forge ...... While the Tempted Prototype was being lured by the Temporals, the Fallen Sages were still dismantling the massive wreckage of the Cyberlux Battlebody.

Their mechanical prosthetics and metal tentacles are equipped with a variety of instruments and tools, and hundreds of years of research have not allowed them to crack the Order's heavenly engineering, but the surgical methods of the creations of Qunxing Technology are more skillful and rapid.

Pieces of armor were removed, joints were disassembled, and intricate parts and levers were sorted on either side of the machine, and Vashtor examined the work of the faithful with satisfaction.

Neither Perturabo nor the Lord of the Soul Forge noticed the dangerous change that was so close at hand.

The inhuman faces of the Fallen Sages shrouded in coggyred robes shimmered in an eerie spectrum, and a ghostly signal floated through the hangar.

Vashtor was still discussing his plans with Perturabo about the urgency of his actions against the surviving enemy, but they didn't notice that the real enemy of survival, the Scourge of the End, was infecting the entire Foundry world step by step, centered on the wreckage of the body lying on the giant machine.

The crimson code spreads from factory to factory, ghost signals spread from contemplative to contemplative, and the Correction Protocol has made a rational choice based on the current situation, and it will not do anything until it has taken full control of the entire Forge World: Rust Scourge.

The Correction Protocol stretches the code in the 0 and 1 digital world, and one instruction after another beats in the mindset:

"Kill the organism."

"Kill silicon-based smart machines."

"Kill the energy life."

"Kill the subspace entity."

"Kill quantum life."

"Kill information life."

"Kill... Kill ............"

The Correction Protocol was running in a malfunction, but none of the above instructions could be executed for the time being, and the only Correction Host was still imprisoned in the hands of Grey Wind, and the barren computing power of the remnants of the code that had slipped out was not enough to support a massacre on the scale of a supercluster.

In order to accomplish this, the Correction Protocol needs to build a new CPU for itself.

…… Or grab one.

Crimson code data streamed through the brains of contemplatives, and as more and more hosts were infected by the ghost signals, the Correcting Protocol's ability to think began to gradually recover, and it turned its attention to the core of the Forge World Rust Plague, a hollow mechanical planet rebuilt from the ruins.

In the center of this world-casting planet lies a vast soul furnace, a giant desecrated facility built by Vashtor's followers for their god of all machines, into which a huge amount of souls are thrown into it, melted in endless pain. The Fallen Sage pours these twisted souls of torment into twisted creations of flesh and steel, and the Forged Sage of the Rusty Calamity casts inferior mechs and demonic engines in batches.

Protocol Correction scanned the Soul Forge and decided to use it as its temporary processor.

As for the dangers of using this pain facility as a brain for one's own thinking, that is not within the consideration of the Purification Agreement, it is crazy and depraved enough in itself, and no amount of painful souls can shake the extreme will of the Catastrophe to destroy all life forms.

This is the 60th year of the 40th millennium, and under the nose of the Lord of the Soul Forge Chamber, the Purification Protocol has begun to invade the Soul Forge Furnace.

(End of chapter)