I'm in Warhammer, I just want to grow mushrooms

Chapter 246 Passive Skill: Can't Control My Mouth

Later that same day.

Inside the massive caverns more than ten kilometers underground in the Comoros.

The runes of the Spirit Race reflected a faint light under the illumination of the plasma lamps. The hundred-meter-high Spirit Bone Gate was tightly closed, leaving only a one-meter-wide gap in the center of the gate.

This gap is where the key to the main gate is inserted.

Several fart spirits, carrying rocket backpacks and dragging the gate key, rose into the sky and inserted a glowing rectangular metal object into the keyhole.

Accompanied by several powerful mechanical sounds, specks of starlight emerged from the keyhole and spread to every corner of the door panel, while the spirit runes on the door lit up one by one at the same time.

Wow~~~~~~

The orc boy in front of the door stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, his eyes reflecting the dazzling light emanating from the spirit race runes.

"Rumble—"

The heavy doors opened under the pull of the psionic device, revealing a glimpse of the magnificent ancient production line.

Everything here is made up of shimmering, pearly-lustered spiritual bones. Soft, ever-changing psychic light flows slowly, and countless crystals float in the air, assembling the Heart of Fire by being guided by psychic tendrils.

Oh, sorry, that's all in the past.

Don't forget that this is an ancient production line.

All of its production facilities were already damaged in the warp storm when the Slaanesh was born.

The current production line lacks the luster of spirit bones and the beauty of crystals.

There are only ruins and deathly silence here.

"Do you want to rebuild this place, Lord Space?"

Isabella wore a purple robe, her hands clasped in front of her, her wrists locked.

She looked up and glanced at the orc beside her:
“I can help you contact those Eldar civilians who roam the world in the real universe. There are quite a few Bone Singers among them. As long as you can afford the price, I think they will be willing to rebuild this production line for you.”

Li Nuo crossed his arms, rubbed his chin, and looked around at the ruins of the production line, pondering as he asked:

What kind of offer do you think the Eldar will make on the Ark?

Isabella raised her hands and gestured a few times on the pile of ruins:

"See those bulges? Those are the remains of a large psionic engine. It can extract warp energy from the warp to mass-produce spirit bones. The production capacity of one large psionic engine is equivalent to that of a thousand experienced Bone Singers. If you give the remains of a large psionic engine to those civilians, they should be willing to help you repair a psionic engine of the same specifications. The repair prices for other production facilities should be similar."

Li Nuo pondered and asked:

"You just said that the psionic engine can draw energy from the warp? Won't the Chaos Demons come after us because of that? Also, this is the Webpath. Can we draw warp energy from within the Webpath?"

"Heh, the degeneration of you orcs is really serious. You've even forgotten such important common sense."

Isabella explained with a light laugh:
"This is the Webpath. The psionic engines cannot directly extract warp energy, but they can indirectly obtain warp energy by decomposing warp creatures. During the Eldar era, fleets would enter the warp daily to hunt. The warp creatures and demons they hunted would be sent to the Webpath graveyard for pre-processing, dismantling them into things like skin, muscle, and bones, and then gradually fed into the psionic engines for further decomposition. This method of obtaining warp energy is safer than direct extraction."

Li Nuo hadn't revealed his true situation to Isabella these past few days, and she just thought of him as a greenhorn who had only been in the online world for a short time.

Little did they know, the green-skinned old men had already been fighting over territory with junk in another internet graveyard.

Li Nuo narrowed his eyes, feeling a surge of excitement, but he didn't show it.

If he's not mistaken, the production of subspace energy single crystals is likely to undergo a qualitative leap.

"Kids, drag the wreckage of that psionic engine out and take it to base for repairs. Elon, you stay here and keep an eye on things, make sure they don't damage any parts of the engine. I'm going to find the Heart of Fire."

"Alright." Airon, possessing the "Prototype First Generation Black Knight," tapped his breastplate, which made a banging sound.

Li Nuo led a team of people deep into the ruins in a KADA plane.

Just as the plane reached an altitude of 500 meters above the ground, a streak of red light flashed across the field of vision.

Isabella pointed towards the light source:

"You're lucky; you still have a usable Heart of Fire, right there. The compiler I gave you can also be used to convert binary language into soul code. Have your tech genius and nerdy kid figure it out; they should be able to build a compiler to control the Heart of Fire."

Li Nuo piloted the click-clack aircraft toward the light source and casually asked:
What is the energy source of the Heart of Fire?

“Electrical energy, thermal energy, or subspace energy.” Isabella paused.

"I suggest you use subspace energy, which will maximize the use of the Heart of Fire. However, it seems you haven't figured out the source of subspace life yet, right? So you should just stick to using a plasma reactor to power it."

The aircraft clicked as it arrived over the light source.

The fart spirit, wearing a rocket backpack, flew down and rummaged through the mountain of waste, finally finding a large, bright red orb.

This thing was scalding hot, so hot that the little devil screamed like Tom the cat whose tail had been stepped on.

The accompanying technician quickly built a container to insulate it from the high temperature, which allowed him to put the Heart of Fire inside.

The following nights were spent repairing the psionic engine and building the compilation device.

The psionic engine's disintegration chamber, piping, and feed inlet are not particularly technically complex; the difficulty in repairing them lies in the controller.

It is a control device for dynamically distributing psionic rays. It can automatically adjust the thickness, density, and distribution of psionic rays according to the shape and volume of the raw materials, and precisely decompose the raw materials into subspace energy.

According to Isabella, only the Bonecallers and the Bloodwitches of the Dark Eldar could create such a high-precision controller.

The orcs who imprisoned him had no idea of ​​the value of spirit bones, so how could they possibly have created a controller?

Ah, yes, yes.

The old man with the green skin doesn't understand spiritual bones.

But the green-skinned old man knows psionic powers!
Isn't it just about firing psionic rays? Isn't it just about precisely controlling psionic rays?
Is one Psykim's head enough?
not enough?

Okay, okay, then let's add ten, a hundred, a thousand more PsyKid heads.

In an instant, thousands of psionic boys were decapitated, their heads all stuffed into the controller devised by Tech Master.

A Psykim's head is essentially a control unit—or, to use ancient Terran terminology, the core of a graphics card.

A thousand Psyboy heads equal a thousand control units.

If they still can't make a controller, Techboss is willing to be hung on a fan and whipped by the boss.

"Buzz buzz----"

The plasma reactor started up, and a surge of electrical energy poured into the psionic engine.

The surface of the psionic engine was covered with metal stitching and patches of metal, and it began to vibrate as electricity was introduced. A group of kids and idiots gathered around, excitedly watching this big gem light up brightly.

Isabella's hands were restrained in front of her, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned as she looked forward to seeing the psionic engine malfunction.

How could an orc possibly repair the Eldar's device?
This device is definitely going to be scrapped.

Heh, after this repair failed, I only need to egg him on a little more, and that orc named Space will have no choice but to seek help from the Ark Eldar.

At that time, he could secretly contact other spirit races within the network through the Ark Spirit Race to help him escape from the orcs.

After escaping, one only needs to create a void clone, then be resurrected, to break free from the shackles of this body and gain true freedom.

By then, all that bullshit about genetic defects will be gone.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz——————"

The psionic engine grew louder and louder, the vibrations became more and more intense, and Isabella's smile widened.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

The psionic engine ran at full load for more than ten minutes without showing any signs of failure.

Isabella's smile gradually froze, her expression shifting from smugness to astonishment.

"This...this is impossible...the orcs actually repaired the spirit race's equipment..."

Isabella murmured to herself.

What she didn't expect was that four Kada transport aircraft hoisted over a large fragment of the Void Whale's spine.

The spine fragment reached above the psionic engine, and the clicker released the traction rope, allowing the spine fragment to fall freely into the psionic engine's feed port.

The psionic engine, like a ravenous ancient beast, swallowed a hundred-meter-long bone, crunching and chewing it.

Half a minute later, the semi-solidified spirit bones flowed out of the outlet. The orc boy and the fart spirit rushed forward, grabbed a handful of spirit bones, and cheered.

"wakaka!"

"Great! We can make pointy-eared Sparkling now!"

"Space King Bullbo Yi!"

Isabella was so shocked by what she saw that she was speechless.

She examined the spine fragments in the decomposition chamber closely. The weathered patterns on them indicated that the bone had probably been deposited in the void for tens of thousands of years.

Isabella's heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly turned her head to look up at the tall orc beside her:

"You've found a cyber graveyard?!"

"Yes," Li Nuo replied calmly.

Isabella couldn't believe it:

"But you've been keeping an eye on me the whole time. How could you possibly have time to look for the location of the Webpath Graveyard? Besides, the terrain of the Webpath is so complex, and the number of Webpath Graveyards is extremely rare. How do you know there will be a Webpath Graveyard in your flight path?"

Li Nuo glanced at the pale-faced female orc and chuckled:
“You are merely my prisoner, and I have no reason to explain myself to you. Don’t think I’m unaware of your schemes. Didn’t you intend to secretly contact other Dark Eldar through the Ark Eldar? I will not let you succeed.”

"How could you know what I was thinking?" Isabella asked, both surprised and astonished.

Li Nuo gave her a meaningful smile:

"Because I tampered with your genetic material. Everything you think will be said without your knowledge. You will say whatever you think, without even realizing it."

Li Nuo took out his data tablet, tapped the screen, and played the recording he had just seen.

In the video footage, Isabella stares at the psionic engine, her lips curving upwards, muttering to herself like a mental patient:

"How could an orc possibly repair the Eldar's device? This device is definitely going to be destroyed. Heh, after this repair failure, I only need to give it a few more nudges, and that orc named Space will have no choice but to seek help from the Ark Eldar... At that time, all that bullshit about genetic defects can go to hell."

"I actually said those words out loud?!" Isabella tried to cover her mouth, but the locks on her wrists held her hands firmly to her abdomen, making her unable to move.

Looking at the burly orc in front of her now, Isabella was utterly astonished. She couldn't fathom how the other man could be so cunning.

“It’s not insidious, it’s brilliant.” Li Nuo heard Isabella’s “inner thoughts” again and raised his index finger and shook it:
"Here's a piece of advice. Working for me is safer than going off to wander around on your own. As long as you work wholeheartedly for me, you'll have bread and milk. Now I'm giving you a chance. I authorize you to command the kid and the little devil to operate this psionic engine, test its performance, find its flaws and areas for improvement. If you do well, you'll be in charge of the production of spirit bones from now on. Understand?"

Isabella was stunned for a long time, not knowing what to say.

As a descendant of the ancient spirit race, I have now been reduced to working illegally for the green-skinned people, and from what they say, it seems I am not being paid.

That's no fun in living; I'd rather just cut myself off.

"Clang." Li Nuo drew his chainsaw sword from his waist and brandished it at Isabella's neck.

Isabella shuddered, then realized that because of her genes, she couldn't keep a secret at all, and couldn't help but laugh awkwardly:
"I...I was just joking, hehehe, don't take it seriously. I'm going to go and direct the kid and that brat to get to work."

"See, if I really wanted to cut you, you wouldn't be happy." Li Nuo sheathed his chainsaw sword and waved his right hand:
"Go ahead, I'll keep an eye on you, don't slack off."

Li Nuo shouted something to the boys, telling them to follow Isabella's orders from now on.

The boy and the fart-head affectionately call Isabella "Purple Sprout".

Isabella dared not express her anger, and could only force a smile and give orders.

Li Nuo handed over the oversight work to space and "went offline" in place.

His work in the human empire had been delayed these past few days due to clearing out the Comoros and obtaining the Heart of Fire, so now he had to get up early and work overtime.

Let's test the effects of the Heart of Fire once the psionic engine has passed acceptance testing.

Li Nuo opened and closed his eyes, waking up in his residence in the Apimette Royal Court District.

It was just dawn when Li Nuo got up, dressed, ate the breakfast Brandy had made, and went to his office to sit down.

There were many data boards and manuscripts piled up on the desk. Li Nuo sat down and dealt with them one by one until he had a chance to catch his breath that afternoon.

Later that evening, Li Nuo went online as usual.

After confirming that Isabella had no ill intentions, he turned his attention to exploring Ulanno.

Only by finding the perfect genetic template for the orcs as soon as possible, and "ascending" to become an ancient orc, and taking charge of the ancient saint's military fortress, can Li Nuo confidently and boldly advance the ultra-large-scale production of single crystals.

Opening the save screen and reviewing the save reports one by one, Li Nuo let out a soft "Eh":
"Huh? Ulger has returned to the capital of Ulanno? Shouldn't he be commanding the battle on the front lines?"

(End of this chapter)