The scarlet and pale Pluto was rotating slowly. From time to time, sporadic white lights appeared in the sky above it, which was a sign that the planetary defense system was working well.
Six huge satellites that transmit and receive signals are slowly rotating around Pluto, with thousands of receiving lights flashing continuously. Every time a light comes on, it means that a signal from a galaxy has been received.
Among billions of starlights, a tiny light lit up and was quickly picked up by the Star Language Court stationed on Pluto.
The returning travelers have arrived.
The star gate blossomed, opening the passage to the subspace. The psychic energy tides rose and fell, and magnificent blue-purple waves rippled with rose-red light.
The small boat swam out to sea first, and then the huge body of the transport ship appeared.
+05-97qe, welcome back to the solar system. +
+Please follow the trajectory sent by the Star Language Court to Mars. +
The small boat that flew down from the huge transport ship was like fine sand dropped by a giant whale. The giant that was swallowing up thousands of cargoes would naturally not care about such a tiny thing.
Red quickly passed by the window, the endless red wasteland, the brown-red sandstorm raged, and rolled up waves of red soil. There seemed to be some green in the distance, but they were too far away, and Hades could not see it clearly.
From time to time, some tiny mechanical creatures dotted the endless red. Compared with the sages with their cables organized in an extremely orderly manner, they were simply weeds on the wild land, with broken cables exposed and limbs dripping with liquid from time to time. What on earth were they
The boat was moving very fast, the scenery was changing rapidly, and they were soon left behind.
A miracle built in an active volcano, a magma city passed by, and then there were towering plateaus, broken and twisted grabens, and sunken canyons.
The silvery industrial behemoth devoured the red.
The black and dirty waste area stuck to the edge of the city, and as seen before, sporadic mechanical creatures were shuttling between them.
Factories, factories, factories everywhere. Tiny technical servants climbed on the shells of these silver buildings, touching them with their ant-like tentacles. Circuits were changed and repaired.
On the edge of the city are warehouses filled with weapons, ammunition, and raw materials. The city's port is built here. Countless spaceships take off and land, densely packed. There is order in the chaos, like a school of sardines migrating in the ocean.
The straight golden avenue runs through the city, with geometrically trimmed trees lined up on both sides of the avenue, providing a little shade for the endless stream of people.
Titans appear from time to time. These aesthetically pleasing violent machines warn everyone and declare their status as the masters of the city.
Two or three obelisk-like buildings broke the city's gradual height. They looked down on the city with pride. People, denser than anywhere else, were crowded and kneeling at their feet.
It is the Mechanical Temple, the Temple of Technology, or the Reliquary of the Engine or something like that, where the faith that supports the entire Mars gathers.
Pilgrim ships prayed above it, golden prayers, singing binary hymns.
Praise the God of all things!
Praise be to Om Messiah, you are the embodiment of truth and bring the fire of hope!
The singing slowly faded away, and ignoring the fanatical believers, the boat followed the established procedure and sailed towards an independent building on the edge of the city.
Mars, technical sergeant training base.
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Hades swore that this was the strangest mechanical sage he had ever seen.
Countless electric wires arched up a tall, curved back, which was two heads taller than Hades. His bloated and huge body, under his scarlet cashmere robe, had geometric shapes protruding, rising and falling in a certain rhythm.
Compared with the huge body, two main limbs that are weirdly slender stretched out, with a silvery metallic luster, but the ends of the limbs were anthropomorphic, and the end of the human-like hand was holding the letter of recommendation that Hades had just handed him.
After just a glance, the sage raised his eyes, which were flashing with faint blue light, and stared at Hades.
"Hello, Hades of the Death Guard."
A harsh but clear synthesized high gothic electronic sound rang out.
"Praise be to Om Messiah. As an individual, I congratulate the Fourteenth Legion on the recovery of its Primarch."
The Primarch is the most sophisticated world machine created by the God of All Machines who appeared in the world. Another Primarch has been found. Geljon feels that the only remaining 12.7% of his wetware begins to secrete dopamine.
The Great Crusade will triumph, and truth will once again walk among them.
"You may call me Sage Jordan. My apprentice servant and I will be responsible for your training for at least thirty standard Terran years."
Gel Jordan stared at Hades' left brain. If his electronic left brain could adapt to the Sigma-309 serial communication protocol, or its variant, Protocol 309k, the technical sergeant's learning time could be shortened by at least 23 percent.
He should send the next learning materials directly to the technical sergeant. After preliminary inspection of Hades' electronic left brain, it has the properties of anti-perspective and band attack. There is a 97% probability that Hades can directly receive information from Gel Jordan.
Sage Jordan feels that the output of his circuit and gate is "0", the answer is no.
Binary information cannot be directly transmitted to technical sergeants who do not have the necessary authorization, and sages cannot directly transmit binary information to technical sergeants who do not have the necessary authorization.
This action was a violation of the Legion's agreement with the Mechanicum.
Based on the previous behavioral analysis of the Legion's Space Marines, Jordan judged that he should choose to inquire about the basic functions of Hades' left brain after he had a preliminary understanding of the teachings of the God of Machines.
"Trainee Technical Sergeant Hades, you can choose to rest for the rest of the Martian day today. The catalog of knowledge you will learn next has been sent to your lounge by the servitor."
"The beginning of being a technical sergeant. After tomorrow, we will peek into the greatness of the God of All Machines and feel the pulse of truth."
“The first lesson is reverence and faith.”
"Praise the God of All Things, praise Om Messiah."
The Mechanical Sage's calm but fanatical voice echoed in the room. Hades stared at the other side, not knowing whether to agree with the other party or remain silent.
Fortunately, the sage on the opposite side obviously would not bother with a newbie like him, and he chose to remain silent. The robot opened the door and signaled Hades to leave.
Unknown underground foundry.
"He's here."
The binary code could not cover the screams.
There is no need to mute it, the sage will not waste his precious time and energy here.
That liar, that liar!
The wise man will make him pay.
The marked prey fell into the trap, this was the favor given to him by the God of All Things!
The cruiser that was originally preparing to set off was urgently stopped.
Whether it is war or deception, no one can escape his calculations.
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By the way, within the Mechanicus, the sages’ degree of belief in and understanding of the doctrines vary, and there is no definitive answer.
Also, when writing about the Mechanicus, there may be a lot of fabrication because the original system is too complicated.
I would like to thank the B station uploader, Belisarius Kaur. The Mechanicus materials he compiled were of great help to me in writing this article.
There will be another extra chapter tonight, but don’t wait.
(End of this chapter)