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

Chapter 116: The Past of the Dead

Riding on the sickle vehicle that had previously transported the STC template, Luo Xi and his team quickly evacuated the primary location Alpha.

The entire Faros Mountains are no longer safe. Although the reason is unknown, Roxi believes that this is related to their scans of the Faros facilities.

Those Necrons are merely asleep, they are not dead.

In front of Luo Xi was the somewhat eerie metal skull of the undead, while the more complete ones were stored in the storage box of the sickle vehicle.

He linked some data cables improvised by the nanobots into the Necron's skull, although Roshi had no idea of ​​the Necron's alien biology, if they even had one.

But at least one thing is certain, even these seemingly crudely made Necron warriors have their own data processing cores.

As long as its thinking core is not completely destroyed, he will have a chance to read some useful information from it.

Even if it was the technology of the Necrons, he would have to touch it to know how big the gap was between the two.

The thinking core of the Necron Warrior was connected to the processor of the Scythe vehicle, while the intelligent brain crossed the distance and remotely analyzed and deciphered the firewall in the Necron Warrior's mind.

"Yes, they are now pure metal life forms, without a single bit of flesh and blood on their bodies."

It was not difficult to crack the Necron Warriors. Roxi realized that it was not because the technological level of these metal skeletons was low.

It's simply because they don't spend much time and energy on these lowest-level Necron warriors.

The information in this metal skull is pitifully small. There are only a few bits of fragmented data that can be called memory fragments, buried in extremely deep garbage information.

"Any progress? Regarding these aliens?" asked the blacksmith.

His iron mask was somewhat similar to the metal skeleton, which made him quite unhappy.

The intelligent brain reads the fragmentary information in the skull and tries its best to piece together the information spanning millions of years into a readable form.

"This undead...at least once was a living being of flesh and blood."

Roche read out the key information, which could actually be inferred from the appearance of the Necrons. Their bodies were like skeletons stripped of flesh and blood.

If they were not flesh and blood creatures, then why would they need to turn themselves into such skeletons?

"Its name is no longer readable. The existence that made it this way deleted all useless information, including name, emotions, and even wisdom and self-awareness."

"That's why they didn't even make a single sound during the fight just now - because making a sound is a very luxurious thing for them, so it was deprived from the beginning."

"But I heard that they seemed to scream before they were killed." Nikonna, who had been silent, spoke up.

It was not a real scream, but an imitation, and it was hard to tell whether it was intended to warn the other Necrons, or just a vague response from the fragmentary information deep in their memory modules.

"It was once a member of a race called the Necrontyr, and played the role of a farmer in the social division of labor, which means it was not a soldier at all."

Although there is very little information, the information available so far is enough to make people's backs chill.

The predecessors of the Necrons were a kind of flesh and blood life called the Deathly Haunted, but for some reason they became such metal life. Living metal constitutes their bodies, and the thinking core built into their heads simulates their emotions and habits.

"This can't even be called life!"

Hill said that while he had no pity for the abominable xenos that had killed his battle-brothers, that did not mean he was not angry about what had happened to the Necrons.

Among the race called the Necrontyr, there once occurred an event that transformed all the Necrontyr into metal form - biological transformation.

The middle and lower class people in society, including craftsmen, farmers, vendors and other civilians were driven into the bio-conversion furnace and then transformed from a living flesh and blood creature into a cold metal skeleton.

"Remain calm, my cousin." The Warsmith remained unmoved. His personality and Legion culture were far more icy, unlike the Ultramarines' impetuous energy. "Of course, I am calm. Perturabo's trident, these metal skeletons are more worthy of the battle cry of 'Steel Within and Without' than you," Hill retorted sarcastically. The Warsmith simply nodded, pretending he hadn't heard.

"Perturabo would like these metal skeletons." Dantioch muttered.

Once the moody Iron Lord receives news that displeases him, he never minds sending messengers into the Dreadnaught.

Several of Dantioch's friends were killed by the enraged Perturabo or were seriously injured and entered the Dauntless.

The Warsmith held a captured Necrons' Gauss-Splitter in his hand, which released the terrifying Gauss Rays and killed an Ultramarines.

"The Gaussian rays emitted by this weapon can destroy the atomic bonds of objects and destroy the structure at a microscopic level. So theoretically, whether it is an ordinary power armor or a Terminator armor, it will end in the same fate."

"The Terminator Armor may be able to last longer. After all, it is larger and thicker, and it takes longer to peel off its atoms." said the blacksmith.

Even these Necron warriors who were transformed from civilian bodies are equipped with such dangerous weapons.

It can be seen from this that this kind of Gauss weapon may be very common among the Necrons, and its status is equivalent to the questionable laser guns of the mortal auxiliary army.

Luo Xi has read all the data of the Necron Warrior, and he looks a little worried.

"We don't know if these Necrons will wake up, or if they will just wake up for a short period of time and then go back to sleep."

Even after killing the first wave of defenders, he still didn't feel relieved at all.

He knew very well that this wave of Necron warriors was just an appetizer, and those metal skeletons that had been sleeping for tens of millions of years would never give up.

Perhaps it was arrogance, or perhaps they were still reacting, which led them to send only fifteen Necron warriors to kill these uninvited guests.

"Sergeant Arkus."

"The 199th Company of Ultramarines stationed on the planet Sosa, build a defense line immediately and prepare for evacuation." Luo Xi said to the sergeant.

But Sergeant Akus had different ideas.

"Sir, we know that you came to Sosa at the request of the Primarch. You can board the spaceship and leave here, but—"

The sergeant's tone was calm, but there was no room for compromise.

"But we cannot leave. We are ordered by Lord Roboute Guilliman to guard Sotha and protect the Pharos facilities here. This is our duty."

Then, the stubborn Ultramarines sergeant began to contact his battle brothers through the communication channel, and Dantioch came over and patted Roche's shoulder with his iron palm.

"It's an unwise move. You actually want to scare a group of Extreme Warriors into abandoning their positions and fleeing before they even see the enemy." The blacksmith's tone was slightly sarcastic, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"They must have been with you for too long, and they've picked up the bad habits of the Iron Warriors." Luo Xi pushed the iron block on his shoulder away, which almost made him breathless.

"Get ready for battle. Those undead will dispatch more forces to kill us." Luo looked towards the top of Mount Faros. There was still cloud and mist there, and it seemed no different from when he came here.

"In their eyes, we are just a group of thieves who quietly break into their homes."

There was a heavy, oppressive feeling in the air, as if a storm was about to come.

The blacksmith didn't care at all. His face was blown by the wind in the valley and his hair was flying in disarray.

"Then let them try. If you want to conquer a fortress built by the Iron Warriors, you must pay a heavy price."

(End of this chapter)