Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 95 85. Knock on the electronic wooden fish, the machine soul praises me: Where are you praying to nm?
On the first day of class, go to memorize words first.

Hades, whose painting style is slightly scribbled, is sitting in the library in a daze, reciting proper nouns without love. Around him, various books form his prison——

"One and One Basic Circuits That We Have to Teach in the Nursery Prenatal Education Institute", "Three Thousand Types of Screws You Must Memorize as a Servant".
当然，更多的还是用二进制，八进制，亦或是ASCLL码所写的书名，比如《\u5982\u4f55\u7528\u6da6\u6ed1\u6cb9\u53d6\u60a6\u4f60\u7684\u673a\u68b0》。

Not far from Hades, the wolf Manning's snoring sounded, provoking Hades's sanity.

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

Swallowing the knowledge that was about to overflow, Hades bowed his head again in resignation.

He finally realized what the "so-called 30 years of study" meant.

It takes 30 years for a human being who has strengthened learning ability, such as space warriors, to master the most basic technical maintenance of a legion.

It's really stuffing soldiers to Mars, and then sprinting for 30 years in the college entrance examination, right?

Hades suddenly felt an indescribable admiration for the Techno-Masters and Forgemasters of the Death Guard.

Thanking him for having an electronic brain, Hades directly flipped a page and took a picture, and then let his left brain copy the knowledge in, and when he came across it later, he used the knowledge.

Why doesn't Mechanicism have anything like a USB flash drive? !

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

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

He stared at the opposite wall and became dazed.

In fact, since Hades walked out of the Mechanic Sanctuary a few Martian days ago, he has been thinking about the Mechanic Cult.

According to the memory of Hades in his previous life, the birth of the Mechanicus was facilitated by the Emperor, in order to let part of the technology survive the dark era of strife intact, so that he could start the Great Crusade.

The Emperor intended Hades not to judge. He knew that the Emperor needed someone who would give his life for knowledge in that dark age.

Faith is often the best catalyst for this kind of behavior.

And the cheapest belief is often covered with a layer of religious and ignorant cloak.

But when I saw the fanaticism of the mechanical sages, the kind of heartfelt belief, the realization that the emperor is the Om messiah.

Hades is still a little shocked
No, there's no point in dwelling on a fact that's done. Hades never wastes his precious brain cells in this kind of place.

What confuses him is that here, belief is really useful. If you pray to a god, then there will be a god answering your prayer in the subspace.

Where have all the prayers of the Mechanicum gone?
Hades didn't see them praying out a God of Myriad Opportunities in the subspace either.

At present, Hades has two guesses. The first one is that the faith of the Mechanicum has gone to the real "God of Myriad 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 Mechanicum's belief in him is useless to him, because the C'tan only obey the laws of the physical universe.

The second guess is that the Emperor pretended to be the representative of the Nether Dragon in the world, and took away the authority of the Nether Dragon, so that all the beliefs of the Mechanic Cult were instilled in the Emperor.

Well. Anyway, it is certain that the Emperor is the biggest beneficiary of the game between the Mechanicum and the Nether Dragon.

It's just that those sages who believe in Mechanicus
The attitudes of the mechanical sages towards the teachings also have their own characteristics. Some are fanatics, while others just label themselves religious for the convenience of their own experiments.

For example, the mechanical sage Geer Jordan that Hades is currently in contact with is a fanatic of the Mechanic Cult who seizes every opportunity to preach to Hades.

Hades said, ah, yes, yes, what you said is correct, praise the Om Messiah.

The flashing fluorescent watch on the wall was set to Martian noon, and a "beep" sounded the time, interrupting Hades' thinking.

Looking at the books on the table, Hades slumped in the pile of books helplessly, hitting the table with his head.

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

However, what Hades doesn't know is that his learning speed is far faster than others, but others are in other stages. Hades has no comparison, so naturally he won't have an intuitive understanding of his own learning speed. impression.

Wolf Manning was awakened by the sound of Hades smashing the table, and the voice stopped abruptly. Manning raised his head sleepily and glanced at the time on the wall.

"What? It's time, let's eat!"

"Go, stop learning!"

This is the second day after Hades was taken away by the wild wolf Manning.

The food of Mars is a specially seasoned algae and a kind of porridge with a faint smell of motor oil.

Brown-green balls of algae, seasoned with something like vinegar and salt, shimmered in the light.

The porridge was the same porridge, but it had no taste at all, except for a faint smell of motor oil.

Compared with the sweet taste on the death guard, the food on Mars is salty.

It's okay, Hades is not picky!
Hades, who gnawed at the book all morning, turned his grief into appetite——

Good brother, just do it!
Manning was staring at Hades dumbfounded when he put down the No. 20 three trays of seasoned algae.

"Brother, don't you provide food on the Death Guard?"

The food provided by the engine oil guy, the wild wolf Manning can eat it without eating it, and feed them grass every day? !
Every time he picks up a blade of grass, Manning thinks back to the days when he ate meat in Fenris.

What kind of ascetic monk's life is this? !
Other technical sergeants also only eat as necessary to maintain life.

And Hades is definitely the first person Manning has seen to eat so actively.

Hades silently swallowed the algae in his throat.

"The food on the death guard is also very good. The nutritious porridge and metal blocks are delicious and filling."

"Eat these every day?"

Hades looked at Wolf Manning with a puzzled expression,

"Yes, every day."

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

Manning was shocked, you death guards eat this?
He had heard of the afternoon tea of ​​the Emperor's Children, of the dinner parties of the Ultramarines, of the blood meal of the Blood Angels, and of the other modest regiments who added some bread or meat from nearby agricultural planets to their meals.

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

The impersonal primarch and the extremely difficult diet, these two points, no matter what, they can't be combined together, right? !

But seeing the natural expression on Hades' face opposite him, Manning couldn't say anything.

Forget it, get some wild game next time you take him for a drink.

It's rare to find someone who can make trouble with him.

Wolf Manning thought secretly.

As for Hades opposite him, he began to think about life again.
He seems to remember that Enrique told him to stay away from the wolf, but now, what is going on?
Obviously it was just a fight, how could it become like this?

Hades took a look, and chose the Iron Hands and the Iron Warriors who were seated farthest from them.

Hmm. Why do you feel that you are hated?

Instead, Moon Wolf Sunderland and War Dog Perez noticed Hades looking around, and smiled friendlyly at Hades.

The afternoon class is practice. Although Hades could choose to continue to study hard in the library, Hades resolutely gave up and immediately ran away to the mechanical workshop.

In the distance are the flames of other technical sergeants cutting and reorganizing machinery, and Hades is staring thoughtfully at a Deimos rhino tank in front of him.

The Church of the Mechanics chooses what they call a "gentle machine soul" to start the first practical lesson of the Tech Sergeant.

So, what exactly is a machine soul?
As far as Hades knows, there are three types of machine spirits.

The first category is metaphysical machine souls, and their projections exist in the subspace.

This is also the most common machine spirit in the most ordinary sense, usually condensed by the surrounding soldiers' belief in them.

The second category is scientific machine souls. The Mechanicus refers to systems that can perform automated tasks, or systems with a certain degree of autonomy, as machine souls.

The third category is the hatred of intelligence, because after the "Scarlet Agreement", the emperor explicitly prohibited the mechanical sages from continuing AI-related research to prevent the next rebellion.

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

In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, the sages collectively called these AIs machine souls.

What, you say I violated the treaty?

No, this is not AI, this is the great machine soul——

"Hello, Lord Hades from the Death Guard."

One sentence interrupted Hades' thinking.

A technical servant with frayed edges of his robe flashed out from behind the rhino tank. Unlike the other technical servants Hades saw, he was highly mechanized. There was no human tissue on his face, only cables and display.

What makes Hades even more strange is that the eyes of this technical servant are not ordinary electronic eyes, but a long strip of display screen, and the pixel-style blue eyes are flickering.

"Hello."

Hades blinked.
"How may I call you?"

The technical servant shook as if flattered, and shrank back a bit, and even a sweat drop symbol appeared on his display screen.

What is this all about?Hades was full of question marks.

"My lord can call me Jin, my name is Jin-306."

The specially anthropomorphic tone sounded, and this technical servant even imitated a stuttering tone.

As far as Hades knows, most servants of the gods despise the human body, and they even dislike the airflow of the normal vocal cords, which will reduce the communication efficiency.

Hmm. Maybe the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds?
But at least not those dogmatic servants of technology, Hades feels good.

Hades, who was only thinking about continuing to contact the machine soul, didn't pay much attention to these things. He looked at the somewhat thin technical servant and motioned him to continue.

Seeing that Hades didn't show obvious emotions, Jin-306's eyes flickered,

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

"Today's Mechanicism's arrangement is for you to make the first contact with the machine soul."

"The MK1C Demos Rhino in front of you is the third batch of tanks mass-produced by the Mechanicum in the early days of the Great Expedition, and has been active in the front line of the war against the aliens since then. In the end, due to the mixture of different fuels in its engine, it produced out of service due to the corrosive effect.”

"According to data records, the machine soul first appeared in a tug-of-war on an agricultural planet. After the fuel volume was obviously not enough to drive it, in order to ensure the completion of the mission, the machine still drove for about [-] kilometers. and successfully reached its destination.”

"After that, this machine showed machine soul consciousness many times."

"So after its retirement, the Jordanian sage chose to bring it back from the front line and use it as an education, as well as to inspire the soldiers' pious belief in machine souls."

"According to your previous genetic data, this machine is the most compatible with you, so please take it out of the warehouse for teaching."

According to the description of the veteran who drove it before, the machine soul profile of this MK1C Demos Rhino is extremely abhorring aliens, kind, tolerant, tough, and lethargic at the same time.

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

So the sage arranged for Hades this machine soul with the best temper, none of them.

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

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

Incensed, waxed, and oiled, the mottled shell of the tank was draped in scarlet satin, gleaming with rich gold threads.

After a set of procedures passed, Hades blinked as he looked at the obviously uncoordinated combination of machinery and fabric.

Jin bowed deeply to the tank, then turned his head and bowed to Hades,
"My lord, the ceremony is over, I can feel the calm and joyful machine soul, and then you can put your hands on it and feel the resonance with the machine soul."

"This process needs to be quiet, so I will resign now."

"If you need anything, please call me anytime."

Jin's electronic eyes flashed, and then quietly left, disappearing among a pile of machines.

Hades looked at Jin, and suddenly felt a sense of humbleness from the second side to the first party.

They are all migrant workers, it’s okay, I won’t embarrass you!

After lamenting that it is not easy for anyone to live, Hades came back to his senses and looked at the tank with craters again. The fire was flickering, and the wax oil was slowly slipping from its shell, and the red silk was smooth.

Hmm. As silly as this might seem, Hades took off his mechanic's gloves and carefully touched the old tank's shell.

Knowing that there is a high probability that this rhino is the first type of metaphysical machine soul, just in case, Hardest deliberately compressed the black domain to the other side of the body to avoid contact with the tank.

Then he closed his eyes and tried hard to communicate with the Machine Soul.

Hmm. How do you communicate? !
Ordinary technical sergeants, after calming down, will sense the faint call of the machine soul, 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 was like staring at a rock.

Finally, after staring at Hades for about an hour, Hades couldn't hold back anymore.

He tried his best to recall the prayer images of the Mechanicus on weekdays.
He remembered!
The mechanical sages will make mechanical servants that only sing binary hymns, and then place them in the sanctuary, which is said to make the machine soul happy.

He Hades can also be the whole similar!

The main content of this act of prayer is that people are singing hymns. To simplify it, is it possible to touch the soul of the machine as long as the mechanical hymns are performed all the time?

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

Hades controlled his left brain to find the content of the previously recorded hymn, and then began to broadcast the hymn in the form of radio waves.

Hmm. The machine soul's reaction ability should be much faster than that of humans.

So Hades decisively increased the speed, and then copied a hymn in his left brain, and now there are two hymns playing!
The machine soul still didn't respond, but Hades, who was too bored, continued to copy hymns in his left brain as if he had discovered a new world.

Not to mention, with the processing power of his electronic left brain, it is not a problem to open the 770 seven frenzy with the highest quality smoothly.

Finally, when Hades happily copied the hymn to No.13 times——

"boom!"

The tank beside him suddenly spewed out a burst of black smoke, and the smoke billowed. The other space fighters in the distance were startled and looked at Hades with puzzled faces.

But Hades didn't care about these details.

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

"Stop pushing!"

what?
Great, he successfully communicated with the machine soul!

It had been sleeping.

Those turbulent and passionate battlefields have long been a thing of the past. It does not need to bulldoze in the muddy land, nor protect its comrades on the battlefield where bullets fly.

It's old.

The previously proud endurance made it wear and tear. It hopes to have a vigorous war, so that it can exert the last heat of the war machine on the battlefield.

However, it was taken away, away from its comrades, and enshrined in a sanctuary.

It's the oldest one, and has seen batch after batch of tech sergeants.

Later, more partners joined, and the Mechanicus heard its longing for rest, so it slowly idled.

Sleep sleeps endlessly, it sleeps in incense chant, these sweet things dull its senses more than gunpowder and roar.
won't wake up again it wants
It will sleep forever in peaceful and pleasant dreams, until—

A piercing, garbled and spoofing voice was crazily pressing in its ears,
It angrily opened its bird servant instrument, and saw this thing that made it unhappy at first glance.

"Would you pray for your mother?"

it says.

Terra, the royal palace.

"What was that just now?"

Mortarion looked at Malcador, who was hiding his face, and asked,

"...that was your father's effort."

"Psychic? He also wants to become that kind of profane existence in the warp?"

Hearing Mortarion's insult to the Emperor, Malcador took a deep breath,

"You should understand that your father's painstaking psychic powers don't always mean Chaos Mortarion, and I thought you knew that."

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