Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 112 Necrons
"Necrons?" Dantioch on the side didn't expect that Roche could really find the origin of this relic facility, and his voice became louder.

The Warsmith quickly searched for similar information in his brain, but based on the experience he had accumulated over the years of the Great Crusade, they did not know what kind of alien the Necrons were.

But looking at Luo Xi's appearance, it seems that this alien race is very extraordinary.

"Yes, I have heard of their names. When humans were still ruling the galaxy, colonists would often discover traces of life on some dead worlds."

"These traces are too old. According to comparison, they are at least tens of millions of years old." Luo Xi said with a sigh, "And the time for humans to go from the cradle to the starry sea is only 10,000 to 20,000 years, not even a fraction of this race."

"Ancient history doesn't mean anything. They are probably already extinct."

Listening to Roche's comments on alien creatures like the Necrons, the Warsmith was somewhat unimpressed.

The Emperor engraved extreme hatred of aliens into the genes of the Astartes, and whether it was the Imperial Truth or the ideas espoused by the traitors, the concept of human supremacy had never changed.

"Blacksmith, confidence is a good thing, but arrogance is not. We still cannot confirm whether this alien race is extinct or not."

Luo Xi said and gave several examples.

"Back then, those colonists discovered some alien creatures buried in special mausoleums underground in some dead worlds. They were special creatures that looked like metal skeletons, completely different from the flesh-and-blood life we ​​commonly see."

"According to some analysis data, their bodies are made of a special kind of living metal, a metal substance that can grow and heal, which gave the Alliance scientists at the time a great surprise."

"Is it some special nanotechnology? They are not carbon-based life?" The War Blacksmith was obviously interested. There were not many legions interested in alien technology, but the Iron Warriors was definitely one of them.

Their genetic father, Perturabo, has made great achievements in science and technology and creation.

Roche shook his head.

"It's not some kind of nanotechnology. As the name implies, their metals are alive and can almost always repair themselves. After biological experiments, it was found that they can perfectly adapt to any living organisms."

From the materials of a civilization, one can get a rough glimpse of its technological level.

Especially the materials that are widely used by this civilization, the information they contain is more reliable and accurate.

Taking the human empire as an example, the most widely used metals are ceramsite and plasten. They are used in hive cities, war weapons, and even the power armor of space marines uses ceramsite in large quantities.

As for higher-grade materials, such as refined gold, although they are also widely used in the Empire, they are obviously more scarce and precious.

As for the living metal widely used by the Necrons, it is a kind of black technology metal that is beyond the scope of human knowledge.

Not only their bodies, according to the information sent back by the colonists, there are also a large number of automated underworld structures in those extremely dangerous alien tomb worlds.

When they sensed the invasion of an unknown entity, the revived Necron Gravekeepers used various Gauss weapons and singularity weapons to expel humans.

"They're still alive? How is that possible?"

The war blacksmith found it difficult to conceal his shock when he heard Luo Xi's description.

"How can a species, even one made of metal, survive tens of millions of years? The power of time is enough to cause metal to rust and planets to explode."

Luo Xi stood in the huge black rock cave of Alpha, the primary location, and gently sniffed the scents that had survived from ancient times.

"Sleeping. We believe this race has been sleeping all the time. They built their own tomb world under the planet, or in the more magical hyperdimensional space."

"There are some inexplicable horrific astronomical disasters in the Milky Way, many of which can be traced back to about 60 million years ago. Some scientists speculate that those astronomical disasters were caused by the work of these undead spirits."

After hearing Roche's tale, both the Warsmiths and the Ultramarines stationed in Sotha, dispatched by Guilliman, fell silent. Even with just words and imagination, they could all imagine what a terrifying sight it would be if they faced the Necrons.

This will be the most terrifying enemy the Empire has encountered since the Great Crusade.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little dull, Luo Xi changed the subject. After all, they didn't come here to admire the remains of the Necrons.

Their first task was to activate the device, called the Pharos, and use it to illuminate the starry skies of Macragge.

Roche's secondary task is to find a way to crack and copy this magical undead technological creation. It would be best if he could figure out its theory and operating logic, and then produce more human versions of the Pharos.

This is undoubtedly a daunting task. Alpha, the primary location where Roche is now, is a miniature space of this huge equipment. It was built by the Necrons tens of millions of years ago and has remained to this day.

"Fortunately, this device is completely located in the Farrows Mountains. I can scan it as a whole and use the intelligent brain to analyze its composition and structure."

Roche has established communication with the starship in orbit and will take out a special analytical STC capable of analytical scanning from the starship's storage.

If you want to crack the Pharos, you first need to thoroughly scan its overall structure and key parts, then summarize the data obtained and build a model, and then use the intelligent brain's super computing power to crack it.

Due to the interference of the abnormal magnetic field of Faros, it has become difficult to transport the STC directly to the designated location through means such as teleportation and orbital airdrop.

Roche had to airdrop the STC to the Ultramarines' camp and then transport it using a land vehicle called the Scythe.

This is a land transport vehicle manufactured from the STC template stored on the Red Alert, and is particularly suitable for use in strong interference environments and complex terrain environments.

It only took about half an hour for the Scythe vehicle to transport the complete STC template to Alpha, the primary location on Pharos.

"A complete STC. This is human wisdom." The war blacksmith watched Roche take out the standard construction template from the storage space of the four-legged yellow vehicle. It was a square cube covered with unknown circuit textures.

After activating the STC, the accompanying sickle vehicles and servitors began to provide it with the necessary raw materials.

"Your understanding of STC is a bit biased." Luo Xi stood aside, watching the STC construction template he released begin to multiply with himself as the core. He took advantage of this free time to chat with Dantioch and others.

"STC is not just the "industrial machine" you know. Being able to directly process various raw materials into the required industrial products is just one of its capabilities."

“In fact, a complete STC should also be equipped with a guiding AI and a complete database that can be called upon.

The solution that STC can provide is to have AI search and summarize in the database, and finally output it through manufacturing capabilities.”

"So most of the STC templates we find now are incomplete?" asked Dantioch.

After all, the Iron Warriors Legion had recycled a lot of STC templates, and Perturabo himself would study these precious relics from the ancient past and analyze the wisdom they contained.

But as far as Dantioch knew, at least the STCs they had seen had no so-called networking capabilities at all.

"You can understand it this way." Luo Xi replied.

Dantioch reflected to himself that all they could do was to treat the STC as some kind of technological black box, or a magical artifact like a wishing machine.

Even though it is the center of human technology, the Mechanicus of Mars often regards STC as a treasure left over from the glorious era of mankind. They worship it carefully and try to awaken its machine soul with the most pious hearts.

"If that is indeed the case, even if the Mechanicus's mechanics find a lot of STCs, if they don't have the ability and courage to restore the databases behind them and the supporting AI systems, restoring humanity's past technology will be a fantasy."

(End of this chapter)