This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 289 The Sage Voschi's attitude became respectful.

When the Sage Voschi opened his eyes, the world collapsed into a prison of light.

An unprecedented clarity enveloped him.

Those previously clouded perceptions vanished in an instant.

Those ones
Like sipping the sweetness of honey through frosted glass, or touching the softness of velvet while wearing cotton gloves.

That's a feeling that can cause endless pain.

Voschi couldn't help but let his thoughts wander, like a sponge that had been squeezed to its limit and suddenly released, or like the towering giant Astra who had been freed from the heavy pressure of the sky.

This was his most vulnerable moment.

Once the pressure was gone, he began to instinctively draw water and prop himself up.

Ohm Messiah above!
He knelt down on the ground in devotion.

This must be a miracle of Om Messiah.

Voschi clearly sensed something was wrong, but he was already powerless to stop himself.

There’s no going back!

In the past, he had to carefully control his thoughts, carefully calculate the resources at hand, and carefully conduct experiments.

Then failure, failure, and more failure.
He wanted to cross that line, knowing that doing so would save him his limited time and allow his research to bear fruit.

But he dared not.

Because he wasn't sure whether what he licked after removing the glass would be honey or grime, or whether what he touched after taking off his gloves would be soft feathers or a sharp blade.

The price of not daring to do so is prolonged torment.

That feeling of having no way forward and no hope in sight is enough to cause any researcher immense anguish.

This is why countless mechanical priests choose to fall and embrace chaos.

Because the road ahead was blocked, and the knowledge he had longed for was right before his eyes, all he needed to give was his consent.

Who could resist such temptation?
In the past, Vossich despised his colleagues who embraced the power of chaos and abandoned their faith, and took pride in his own restraint and patience.

But now he understood.

Voschi licked his lips.

He was able to let his thoughts run wild, and he found himself savoring the taste of knowledge.

Yes, the taste.

Each frame received by the retina has a tentacle-like texture, gently scratching the newly formed neurons in the sulci of the brain.

This is the price of being forgiven by God.

If this is what he could get by voting, then he voted.

He raised his eyes and looked around.

what is that?
database?
But I have never seen a database like this before.

How did those programs, that knowledge, that information manage to avoid being crushed by the waves of the subspace or contaminated by the chaotic energies?
Moreover, those physical objects were my inventions, materials that I wanted to filter using the properties of black stone.

Countless questions lingered in my mind, yet none could overshadow the profound shock I felt.

That kind of shock only comes when you truly come into contact with the 'unknown' realm; it's the awe that comes from the heart when you're amazed that someone has finally revealed the 'future' before you.

Even though he knew that this was corruption and deception in his mind, he was still affected by this deception.

He couldn't help but raise his head, stand up, and tiptoe, trying to bring his gaze closer to that distance that symbolized infinite possibilities.

Then he crashed into a piece of steel.

"Om Messiah!"

Voschi knelt down on the spot.

Kaur, who was integrating the data, was startled.

These are data that were just unearthed from the hive, containing a large amount of research findings on the creations of Blackrock by humans during the Dark Ages.

Their grave-digging haul on Vigilant Planet was quite successful; several hives were remnants of the Dark Ages. With permission issued by the Dawnwings, all they needed to do was eliminate any Mechanicus members who dared to block their path. Issues such as evacuating the population, conducting a census, and rebuilding settlements were left to others to handle.

Caul looked up in surprise at the stranger, then noticed the three people behind him—

Kaur silently moved away.

You call out to the three people behind you.

Do you know that bowing to people like this can shorten your lifespan?

"So you're a materials scientist, no wonder."

Romulus fiddled with the object in his hand, finally understanding why the guy had gone mad.

"In materials science, you really have to rely on the great masters; minor masters simply won't cut it."

Ramses said with a chuckle.

Arthur stood not far away, holding his sword, and the area around him appeared calmer.

"Now you know why I'm competing for the subspace business."

He then smiled and pointed to Voschi, who looked like he had lost his mind.

"indeed."

Romulus nodded sincerely.

You can't call such a person bad, but it's inevitable that they'll be targeted and corrupted by someone like Vashtor.

The biggest difference between this galaxy and the past is that the actual existence of chaos has, in a sense, greatly raised the threshold for a person to become irredeemable.

Especially for those with a strong spirit of exploration and curiosity, they can easily fall into a ditch if they are not careful.

It's really unreasonable to expect someone to dig for new things in a cesspool while simultaneously demanding that they not get covered in excrement.

Ramses's thinking was quite simple.

If I corrupt you first, then the probability of you being corrupted by other subspace entities will be greatly reduced, right?
Isn't that exactly what Old Huang did when he selected e-Dama?
With Old Man Huang as a real-world reference, the research is not difficult.

However, since transmigrators already have safer safe houses, creating their own subspace entities for protection seems somewhat redundant.

But there's no other way; they still have to create this CNKI (China National Knowledge Infrastructure).

Storing the database in a secure room is fine, but the infrastructure still needs other components to support it.

After a series of security tests, Ramses ultimately decided that he could not let just anyone in.

Unless, as it is now, right under their noses.

So the current problem is that they lack authority over the mechanical gods. This framework, meant to safeguard knowledge security, is crippled because it lacks a core entity.

"Hey, snap out of it!"

Ramses slapped the Sage Voschi on the back of the head.

I put in a lot of effort, but I only managed to knock the plug-in at the back of my head a little crooked.

"I--"

The inspiration that had just arisen in his mind from gazing at 'Om Messiah' dissipated, and the sage Voschi, with sparks flying from the back of his head, instinctively turned around angrily to look at the being that had stolen his inspiration.

He was stunned.

"What am I?"

Ramses casually picked out a piece of information and then infused it into his soul.

The soul transforms into matter, which, according to wisdom, is combined into machinery.

Then he gently squeezed, and the radiance of his soul flowed like liquid metal, pouring into the cold mechanical skeleton.

The soul permeates the machine, merging with the metal to provide it with power.

Om Messiah, God of Machines, Primal Power!
Voschi's breathing filter made a rapid hissing sound. He froze, a mixture of joy and sorrow on his face. His cracked bionic lips trembled, but he remained silent.

His attitude finally became respectful, and he shouted clearly:
"Om Messiah!"

　P.S.: There's more to come, but I don't have enough time, so I have to stay up all night writing. It's fine to read it tomorrow.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)