"I don't think it's right." After thinking about it for a while, Linderrick silently delivered the text message to the helmet of the Debit Void Suit. The chief think tank believes that the latter, as the first person to raise the problem with the name "Jerick", should be the best person to talk about the topic in the current situation, "and it is all going so well." ”

Twenty seconds after this passage was sent, Debit succeeded in responding to Linderrick in the same way: "It's good that it goes well. But we shouldn't let our guard down. ”

"Is there any possible mapping in the legends of the ancients?"

"Maybe there is, maybe not. But the only thing that is certain is that we shouldn't talk about this in detail above Jerick. ”

If a different warband brother were to start the conversation, he would probably be angry at the vague reply. But Lindrick is different, he is a think tank, and he is well aware of the magic of language and the subtleties of the thread of fate. This apparent over-cautiousness is not unwarranted when they all believe that what is happening is not quite right.

"The subspace near this planet is too calm." Linderrick sent a text message to Debit again, "It stands to reason that Jerick is so close to the Eye of Fear that he is almost on the verge of the Great Rift, and the aetheric environment here shouldn't be so smooth. ”

This time, he waited about thirty seconds before receiving a reply from Debit: "I haven't found any human factors in the nearby cosmic environment that could have caused this. But to interpret it as a 'natural phenomenon' is in itself very abnormal. ”

Perhaps the exchange should have ended with a conclusion or two in the eyes of others, but for Linderrick and Debit, the conversation ended after confirming to each other that "this is not normal, but neither can find a reason".

Jerick on, the curtain of reality looks stable. Both Linderrick and Debit know that this kind of "seeming" thing often has some undercurrents "under the surface". Although it is not worth advocating from a strategic point of view, it is true that they can only be vigilant against possible conspiracies by "always being aware of what may happen around them".

But it is possible that the conspiracy does not exist at all, at least none of them have found evidence to prove it, so no one can stop Ferrus's own plans on the basis of this "suspicion" alone.

The entire team entered the vault from the original body, and there seemed to be nothing in the dimly lit corridor that had been clearly invaded by time, except for the dust that had accumulated for 10,000 years. I don't know what kind of function Ferrus had in mind when he built this vault, but it is remarkable that the corridors that the Iron Hand stepped into were so spacious that they could even spread out tactical formations without hindrance, or easily project armor into the vault. The barely decorated walls are visibly hung with a variety of unactivated "defenses", some of which are mechanically adapted from the old Imperial equipment attached to the floor-facing muzzles, while others are clearly the great inventions of the original itself. And whether it is in the face of the former or the latter, there will be no foolish person among those present who will try to challenge its power.

But there was one design intent that would have been easily apparent to any Iron Hand present: the excessive firepower in the hallway didn't look like it was meant to keep the outside intruders out, but rather to prevent something from the inside from getting out. This made many of them realize for the first time that Ferus Manus had sealed away not only knowledge and technology in the Mimir Treasury, but also some threats that might be intractable to the Primordials.

Realizing this, the mixed guards gathered around the original body felt a little threatened, but Ferus Manus still walked at the front of the group with his head held high. The shadow cast by Gorgon in the dim lighting of the hallway was like a monstrous monster that stood silently and obediently in place, both the treasury's defenses and the abominable creatures lurking behind its locked doors. This made the tension of the guards seem a little nowhere to put it.

Perhaps at the time of the construction of this treasure house, Ferrus himself never thought of letting anyone other than him enter it alone. The surrounding walls are in the same style as the Iron Hand itself, with a consistent lack of ornamentation and concealment, and the various mechanical structures and pipelines are almost directly exposed. The lights are dim and there are no clear signs, so if you turn two or three corners and walk through two or three forks, it will be difficult to figure out where you are and where you will be on the way back.

This may also be a reflection of Gorgon's subtle design, but it is clear that this subtlety does not bother its designers. The Primordial never forgets that even after 10,000 years, Ferrus still knows very well what he is looking for in which warehouse and which stasis force field he has placed in the past, and how and what route to take to reach his destination.

Led by the original body himself, it only took the whole team about fifteen minutes to reach the room they needed to find in this intricate and labyrinthine treasure trove. After another round of authentication, the Adamantite Gate shook off the dust and opened in front of Ferus, revealing the space it guarded behind him, in which ten static force fields that remained active shimmered quietly.

The Iron Hand primordial paused slightly, then walked into the room with certainty, and removed its contents from one of the static force fields: a ...... that looked very much like a "toy generator" Toy generators.

The style of the thing didn't match the rugged surroundings at all, so much so that when it fell into plain sight, everyone felt a sense of psychedelia with its bright colors and glossy lacquer. If it hadn't appeared in the Mimir Treasury, I'm afraid anyone would have made the following judgment at first sight: it may be an enlightenment toy for aristocratic children, a classic but backward hand-cranked generator shape, slightly larger for preschoolers, but the original can still be easily held in one hand, and the reasonable guess about its power generation efficiency is that "it can light up one or two light bulbs after shaking the rocker", which is basically useless.

However, the whole thing seems a little funny at first glance when this thing appears in Mimir's treasury, but there must be something unusual behind this "toy".

"Lindrick." The Primordial summoned the team's Chief Think Tank and asked, "I need a psyker's perspective." What do you think of it? ”

Linderrick stepped forward and blotted up his spirit, using all kinds of means against the ...... in the hands of the original body Thing, after a thorough inspection, replied in confusion: "...... I don't know, my lord, the only thing I know for sure is that it really doesn't have any connection to subspace. ”

After a pause, the Chief Think Tank hesitated and asked, "But perhaps, it may also be because it is not operating in a start-up state." If I can get it up and running, I might be able to see something more. ”

"It's not wise to do that here." Ferus replied, "It looks like a hand-cranked generator, but in essence, I don't know what it is. It may be some kind of nasty joke from the dark tech era, or some shoddy imitation of the high-tech alien race. The only thing that is certain is that when it is turned on, it will produce enough electricity to easily meet the energy needs of a nest world. ”

Linderrick stared incredulously at the device, which was no different from a toy except for a slightly larger one, and he guessed that everyone around him felt the same way he was. Ferus didn't say anything more, but used the mechanical arm in his backpack to put away the equipment in his hand, turned around, and prepared to return to the court, and studied it on the Fist of Steel with more sophisticated instruments and richer means-

"There's an emergency." Debbit's helmet-clad urn suddenly rang out from the edge of the line, "There is a strange appearance of corrupted and corrupted ships of the Emperor's Son on the tracks. ”

This is bad news, of course, but for the vast majority of those present, there is a sense of settle. In this kind of question, when it comes to whether or not a loyal original can be completely resurrected, it is only when everything is smooth sailing that it makes people feel uneasy. And when the Emperor's Son, the old rival of the Iron Hand, appeared on the edge of this matter, it actually made people feel a certain strange reasonableness.

"We'll take care of that." A voice in the Mixed Guard said, "The scattered Chaos Gangs will not pose a threat to our fleet, as long as our brethren in orbit can block it-"

"That's not the problem. They appeared very strangely. "Specifically, their ships appeared almost 'out of thin air' in the armies of the Iron Hand in orbit." ”

It sounded so much like the drunken joke of an ignorant that almost no one in the audience immediately believed it, except for Lindrick:

- The chief think tank of the Iron Hand suddenly had a strong, bad premonition from the bottom of his heart.

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(End of chapter)