Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The senior mechanical priests who hold objections choose to remain silent. They know that their objections cannot prevent these mechanical behemoths that lack the test of time from rushing to the battlefield.

After all, they are just working, and the one who really makes the decision is their immediate boss, the Great Sage of the Mechanicus.

++When did we degenerate into the form of orc technicians? Relying on whims of inspiration and a large amount of accumulated materials to carry out the will of the God of All Machines? ++

A priest complained muffledly, while the 200 mechanical behemoths lined up neatly behind them completed the final inspection in the hands of the great sage. The choking smoke evaporated from the holy oil by the hot engine casing gathered towards the top of the factory and discharge.

Inside the body of one of the mechanical behemoths, Dark Angel's technical sergeant Dimit was struggling with a hydraulic rod that was too strong. He had to extend the hydraulic rod by 5mm. Only in this way could the top armor plate fit tightly. .

Each mechanical behemoth's faults are different. This kind of rough design and production technology could never come from the hands of the Mechanicus.

"Sage, the endless small problems make me feel uneasy. Can this thing really help us break that line of defense?"

Dimit's concern spread far and wide, and it took a while before he got a simple reply.

"Don't worry, this is the design drawing extracted from the stc template. He will not let you down." Great Sage Theius replied, and Dimit could hear the sound of his welder starting up from the communicator.

"Really?" Dimit continued his typing work, "This is really suspicious. The stc template will store such a design full of loopholes. I think the stc template you mentioned does not exist. It is just what you used. It’s just an excuse to fool the general in command.”

"Watch your words!" Sage Theus exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Of course the STC template exists, and the design drawing given to me is also a miracle of engineering design and mechanical structure! The flaws and loopholes you mentioned are just for emergencies. Extra space prepared for the situation. You must know that some machine spirits don't like crowding and narrowness. If their resentment cannot be released, they will punish you with fire!"

That's what I heard. Someone else might have been fooled by Sage Theus's explanation, but Demeter had a deeper understanding of Theus' character.

"Teacher." Dimit emphasized the word, "I have studied under you for 30 years. I am also very familiar with your and your colleagues' speaking system. I remember what you just said. I also told the Founding General of the Order of Mars, and he exposed your lies directly."

After Dimit said these words, the communicator between the two of them was as silent as death, and occasionally only the sound of welding and hammering came.

"I'm 700 years old this year. It's worth celebrating, right?"

"Don't change the subject, Sage Theius."

"Sigh...it's really chilling. I've taught you everything, but you treat your mentor like this? That sentence is really right: teach the student and starve the master to death."

"At this time, saying an ancient Terran proverb will not divert my attention. Please answer my question."

"Okay, okay! Curious boy!" Great Sage Theus waved his hands angrily. Sensing that Great Sage Theus' attitude was relaxed, Dimit's face under the helmet also showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time.

His teacher is still like this. Even though they met after a hundred years, Theus's humane and somewhat humorous soul has not been completely washed away by the steel and laws of the Mechanicum.

This reminded Demit of the time when he was learning the knowledge of the God of All Machines under Sage Theius. It was really a wonderful time to miss.

The process of learning, practicing, and watching unrelated mechanical parts being arranged and combined in his own hands, and finally turned into an exquisite work of art made Dimit feel excited and addicted.

"It is true that I did not obtain the stc template, but this is only temporary. I believe that in the future I will find a new template fragment to research, and the God of Wanji will provide lucky help to those who are dedicated and persistent."

Listening to the words of Great Sage Theus, Dimit rolled his eyes, "I don't have the classic one now, but I think I will have the speaking skills in the future... So this is a design you researched yourself? This. ..This is against the ban and you will be stripped of your power and status and transformed into a wetware."

"Relax boy, this is not the result of my research." Great Sage Thius smiled mysteriously, and then lowered his voice, "This is the latest weapon of the orcs. A good friend of mine sent it to me. There are several videos, and I restored them through the content of these videos.”

"What?" Dimit's eyes widened. He didn't expect that Great Sage Theius would be so bold as to use the weapon design of the orcs. No wonder the problems on each of these mechanical beasts are different.

"This is blasphemy!" Dimit said coldly, "You actually let the empire's soldiers carry orc weapons to the battlefield. After the incident was exposed, the Cadia headquarters... No! The empire will not let you go! You Now I don’t even have the qualifications to become a wetware.”

"Calm down boy, as long as you don't tell anyone, no one will know that this is an orc thing. Even among the orcs, this is a very new design." Great Sage Theus said leisurely, and then he suddenly figured it out. What, asked Dimit, "Orc design? Human design! The complete stc template has all the technology! What the orcs know is also what humans know, and what the orcs use is what humans use! You can't because you don't have it Having seen the complete stc template, I deny that there is no such design in the stc template.”

"I don't want to argue with you about this. I just want to ask you one thing, can this thing really affect the situation of the war?"

Great Sage Theus switched to a calm state and thought for a while, then said, "Maybe."

"Maybe? This is not what a great sage should say."

"As a Space Marine, you should know these contents better than I do." The slightly mocking tone of the Great Sage Thius made Dimit feel uncomfortable. "The attack not only needs to consider the troops we invest, but also the enemy's investment. With the strength of the troops, these mechanical behemoths will complete their mission and send the 200 million Krieg Death Legion into the center of the enemy's position. These behemoths will then disintegrate on their own and become solid firepower points one after another. The Kriegs will Rely on node defense and cooperate with the frontal attack of other troops. Of course, this is only an ideal consideration. Only the God of Machines knows what new toys Abaddon and his lackeys have."