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

Chapter 158 The Shock of White Scar

Between the battleship and the planetary dock, there are a large number of airtight passages like capillaries.

The length of these passages can easily reach tens of kilometers, and inside them are high-speed space elevators. At this moment, the silent machines driven by magnetic force are carrying Space Marines of the White Scars Legion and several warriors of the Iron Hands Legion.

The surface of the space elevator is made of transparent reinforced material, so Guntura and others can easily observe the internal structure of this planetary dock, which is as big as the moon, with their naked eyes.

There are automatic machines floating and moving in space everywhere. They are designed in a very simple way according to various purposes, and can be assembled and operated in a modular form during specific operation.

This was a very novel thing. At least after being accustomed to the religious and metaphysical machinery of the Mechanicus, Gantura had a very good impression of it.

Simple and smooth, efficient and fast.

The lights in the dock, whether they were searchlights or reactors, illuminated the dark void.

Gantula saw those unmanned machines swarming onto his warships like ants. In a very short time, they combined into suitable repair tools and directly dismantled and cut off the tattered warship armor.

The freshly cast materials from the storage center are then transported to designated locations, where machines melt the materials and make preliminary repairs at the damaged locations.

When the materials were piled up, they saw a huge black metal tower moving in the sky above the dock. The shock waves of special frequency released by it activated the metal bonds of the metal atoms, making them truly and perfectly integrated together.

Only the Iron Hands could understand the underlying principle behind the seemingly ordinary light beam irradiation. The overall strength of a warship repaired by this method would not be in danger of being reduced. In fact, the repaired warship would be stronger than when it was first produced.

After all, a warship that has just left the factory will not be melted as a whole inside and out with all the gaps and interfaces.

The warships manufactured by the Empire inevitably require a lot of riveting, welding, and overall assembly, and the warships repaired here will be as strong as if they were cast from a furnace.

"Incredible, incredible, Om Messiah, where on earth have we come to?"

"This reminds me of the lost star rings on Medusa, the incomprehensible technology."

Cleaver shouted in his heart, he had a strong feeling.

This shipyard is able to replicate one of their warships in a very short time, and the quality is stronger than the original.

And now, they only play a part of its function, as their mission is just to assist the White Scars and Iron Hands fleets in ship repair work.

In the space elevator where they were staying, an auxiliary robot was quietly sitting in the corner. It was the only thing that Guntula and others could feel familiar with here.

This product, which is made by removing the brain stem and other brain tissues and then undergoing biochemical and mechanical transformation, is widely used in various fields of the empire.

The robot servants placed in the space elevator are naturally there to serve the passengers.

Gantula ordered this unconscious flesh and blood machine to introduce the situation of the planet's dock. Soon, some sluggish mechanical artificial electronic sounds echoed in the space elevator.

"The Hera Dockyard was built two Terran years ago. It is an engineering marvel ordered by the great Primarch Roboute Guilliman."

"It was built by the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Forge World of Mustafar. In order to build this magnificent megastructure, we dismantled three asteroids in the Macragge system and moved more than 35% of the material reserves in the asteroid belt."

Two years...

This is an extremely small number. In many cases, the time consumed by subspace navigation in a war will be calculated in years.

In this fleeting time, their cousins, the Ultramarines Legion, built such an incredible man-made megastructure.

This made the White Scars warrior's brain freeze. He didn't understand why the Extreme Warriors had become such an incomprehensible existence.

He had heard of the wealth and prosperity of the Five Hundred Worlds, and knew that the Extreme Marines were wealthy and powerful, but he had never imagined that they were so wealthy.

"Then what is the main function of this Hera planet dock? Some new type of warship? Or some kind of void fortress?" Guntula asked tentatively, but it was obvious that the questions he asked involved sensitive confidential content.

This is not something a small robot servant can answer.

[Insufficient authority, unable to answer]

Gantula didn't feel surprised, he just became more curious in his heart.

The space elevator quickly took them from the branches of the dock to the real trunk.

Only then did they discover that the interior of this magnificent man-made dock, which was comparable to the size of the moon, was mostly hollow. The intricate network of energy pipes and supporting structures created a large space, providing conditions for the construction of various projects.

In the core area of ​​the dock, some powerful energy source beyond their knowledge is continuously supplying energy, and on the side of this satellite-sized artificial giant structure facing the star, a terrifying light beam that can be easily seen with the naked eye is shooting from the direction of the star.

Those seemed to be some huge focusing mirrors located in space. These mechanical mirrors, covering hundreds of thousands of square kilometers in size, collected the energy of the stars, refracted and focused it at the right angle, and then transmitted it to the Hera planet dock with low consumption through high-energy lasers.

"These Macragges are harnessing the power of a star, using its energy and temperature to melt something stubborn."

Cleaver recognized this stellar furnace-like device, which was obviously prepared for forging something.

There were very few people active in the dock on this planet, at least it was nothing compared to the foundry that Clifford had seen on Mars.

There were no mechanical servants, no workers and technicians in work clothes working hard, and even a few technical priests of the Mechanicus wearing Martian red robes were seen.

There are automated unmanned machines everywhere. They don't look like highly intelligent abominable intelligence, but rather like some mechanical creations with low-level intelligence.

"I think this place must be to your liking, my friend." Guntula said to Iron Hand, and the latter nodded slightly.

Iron Hands was like coming home. No, it was more comfortable than home.

After wandering around for half an hour, Guntura finally met someone who might give them an answer.

At the entrance of a space elevator, the mortal who had once met Lord Guilliman in his audience room seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Gantura remembered his name: Roshi, as Lord Roboute called him.

At the same time, White Scar also learned the other party's identity. This seemingly ordinary mortal was actually the Primarch's most trusted mortal advisor.

These tall warriors, still wearing Mark-type ceramic steel armor, stopped at the door of the space elevator. The leader, Guntura, leaned forward slightly and placed his right hand on his chest to signal.

"White Scars, Guntura. Nice to meet you."

The words and deeds of these Chogoris warriors all have the style of grassland nomads. From his somewhat strange bun and the winding scars deliberately left on his face, Luo Xi can feel a sense of familiarity.

Space Mongols.

After the Space Romans like the Ultramarines, Roche once again saw these beings that had long disappeared in the long river of history.

"Nice to meet you." Luo Xi responded with an ancient Chinese courtesy. Seeing this scene, Gangtula's eyes flashed and he was surprised.

"Are you from Chogoris? Apart from Chogoris, few people would understand this."

Luo Xi shook his head. Chogoris? He is a genuine Terran. Calling him a Chogoris is a bit against the will of Heaven.

"These are not important. Next, let me show you the new battleships that are being built."

(End of this chapter)