Endurance, Foundry Hall.
Now.
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The Death Guard's Foundry Hall is probably the place that has changed the least since the Primarch's return. Simple geometric shapes are arranged in an orderly manner here. There is no chaotic disorder, no discordant things. Tools and drawings are in order, and every exposed cable has been carefully laid out and marked with binary patterns that only Death Guard technical sergeants can understand.
On the gray-white wall, the original dark red Dusk Raiders flag was taken down and replaced with a gray-green Death Guard flag.
The roar of the assembly line could be heard intermittently in the foundry hall. The mechanical servants in simple red cloaks shuttled silently between the huge machines, and the skull gear emblem of the Mechanicus on their cloaks swayed up and down as they walked.
In a corner of the huge foundry hall, Technical Sergeant Alberto, wearing MK2 armor, was sorting and checking the supply of ceramic steel for the latest batch of MK3 power armor.
According to his superior and teacher Enrique, the newly returned Primarch prefers heavy infantry combat, and the Legion's demand for mk3 power armor may increase in the future.
Compared to the MK2 Expedition Power Armor of the Great Crusade standard period, the MK3 Steel Armor gave up some flexibility and concealment in exchange for increased defensive strength. The heavy bevel on the helmet can even make bullets bounce off a bow.
The mk3 steel power armor is equipped in all legions, but it is only a small part. The mk2 expedition type is still the main force of the legion.
When the legion uses MK3 power armor on a large scale, it will generally be a meat grinder battle with high casualties. This kind of armor is not suitable for breakthroughs and surprise attacks. They are born to push forward on the front battlefield.
Alberto sighed silently in his heart. The future direction of the entire legion might be first noticed by the foundry and logistics department.
While most of the soldiers in training were still carrying out their daily training, the technical sergeants in the foundry hall had already begun preparing equipment for future wars.
Diagonally in front of Alberto's workbench, there was another temporary workbench where Hades was sitting, holding a feather pen that had run out of ink in his hand, and occasionally gesturing in the air.
Although Hades was asked to come over to help, the new recruit who had not received any training could not be of much help. He was not even as useful and convenient as a servitor who had the operating manual directly loaded into his brain.
But Enrique didn't really ask Hades to come and help.
On the way back that day, Enrique and Alberto sent Alberto a binary beam.
"Alberto, the training of this new recruit is now in your hands."
"Make sure this new recruit gets interested in mechanical forging. We're not the only ones who want him."
Alberto felt himself confused for a moment.
But he would not question, as long as he completed the teacher's task.
"yes."
But. It is obvious that his teacher also makes mistakes sometimes, and Alberto doesn't need to teach Hades at all.
The moment he walked through the foundry hall with Hades, Alberto felt that the new recruit's happiness was about to overflow.
Does he need to teach this? Does he need to remind Hades of his interest in machinery
Come on, Alberto has never seen a recruit so obsessed with machines.
If the technical sergeants he had led before had been as obsessed as Hades, he would have had a lot of trouble.
So Alberto, who already had a lot of things to do, happily gave the new recruit some unimportant drawings and sent him away to cool off.
The statement of Hades is:
"The Legion is currently faced with a heavy workload in equipment manufacturing, and there is no time to classify some low-level blueprints found from other worlds. You can classify them according to their uses."
In fact, these low-level drawings are generally burned directly, most of which are some strange daily designs.
The previous grade classification has ensured that these low-grade waste papers do not contain any important technology or content.
But Hades in front of him was obviously watching with great interest.
The drawing was densely marked with Gothic letters, and a square box as big as two stacked grenade launchers was drawn in the center of the drawing.
Some key numbers were encrypted in octal. Hades' left eye flashed red. This was not a difficult encryption. He quickly solved it by substituting some standard readings and working backwards.
Hades stared at the drawing in front of him. There were two standard square slots that could accurately control the heat and time within the set range, automatically change the direction of the contents, and automatically stop running and warn the user under extreme conditions.
So this is a—
Toaster!
Or it can let the user decide what pattern to print on the bread slices.
The aroma of baked bread and fermented wheat lingered faintly at Hades' nose.
He is hungry.
Okay, let's go to the cafeteria later! I'll go to the duel cage tomorrow when I have enough time.
Hades calmed down, took out the next drawing and continued studying.
Time always passes quickly. When Alberto reminded Hades that the time was up, Hades nodded to Alberto and put the drawings in his hand into the "furniture" category.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Alberto nodded to Hades, who responded and left the foundry.
In fact, Hades also knew that it would be useless to let him watch these.
In Hades's imagination, it was because he broke the combat server. Although the responsibility was not entirely his, in order to prevent similar situations from happening next time, it was necessary to make an example of him, so the master forger found a reason to give him some "punishment".
In fact, since the responsibility did not lie entirely with Hades, there was no punishment. It was probably just a show.
The Foundry Hall is a separate department, and no one will check whether Hades is really "accepting the punishment he deserves".
So, thanks to the casting master Enrique and technical sergeant Alberto for giving them a break!
It was completely wrong logic, but in the eyes of Hades, who lacked information, it was self-consistent.
There are still many good people who study technology. Hades is thinking about whether he can apply for a technical sergeant in the future
Hades found his familiar seat and sat down with ease. The familiar servant brought him the familiar porridge, which exuded a familiar fragrance.
Today Alberto let Hades leave early, and there are still about forty minutes left.
He can eat ten bowls!
However, just as Hades picked up the spoon and started to scoop the porridge -
A burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the empty cafeteria.
"Hades-senpai!"
"You'd better go to the duel cage now!!"
There was a hint of tension and anxiety on Vox's face, and his brows were unconsciously furrowed.
Hades' spoon of porridge stopped in mid-air.
ah
Also, don't you need to call me that
Happy reading (ω)
(End of this chapter)