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Chapter 569 Triple Verification - Part 1

Judge Warren's face contorted beneath his helmet, the cold logic of the abhorrent intelligence piercing his ears like venom.

Feralus's silver-grey eyes were fixed on the changing geometric light and shadow of the "Watcher" and the energy interface it pointed out. The Primarch's absolute rationality burned deep in his pupils as he rapidly calculated every possible cost and trap.

Guterres gripped the explosive pistol tightly, his knuckles making a slight grinding sound under his adamantite armor, while the cold blade of his power axe reflected a faint, eerie light at his side.

The energy indicator at the muzzle of Maria Knight's mech glowed faintly.

Oregana's servo arm silently aligned itself with the energy interface and the projection itself, performing the highest level of scanning analysis.

Liz's "emptiness" field stubbornly held on, but her body swayed imperceptibly, clearly pushing her to the limit as she resisted the immense pressure from the subspace sealing the entire core space.

Felus's gaze swept over Warren's face, contorted with hatred, then over Caul's compound eyes, which gleamed with calculating blue light, before finally settling on the "Watchman's" shifting geometric light and shadow.

Her voice pierced the deathly silence, carrying an undeniable resolve, like the striking of a cold hammer: "Accept the deal. Fulfill your promise and transmit the data. Oregana, prepare to receive and execute the triple verification protocol."

Warren let out a suppressed roar, like a wounded beast, but ultimately did not stop it.

The urgency to survive, like a cold iron clamp, overwhelmed the pure urge to destroy.

He made a sharp gesture to Eliza, the captain of the battle nuns beside him. The latter nodded reluctantly, her face ashen, signaling the most skilled and equally tense Priest of the Church to step forward.

The priest gripped the holy seal detector tightly, his eyes a mixture of obedience to his mission and extreme disgust for the heretical creation.

Within the "emptiness" force field enhanced by Liz, a temporary technical operation area was quickly demarcated.

Kaul's massive body, like a mobile mechanical fortress, occupied the central position. Countless tiny data probes, like living snakes, emerged from beneath his robes, precisely piercing Oregana's "Eye of Truth" and the Inquisition priest's detection device.

The servo arm of Oregana was stably connected to the analyzer, and the data stream on the screen resembled a rushing waterfall.

The tribunal's technical priest, appointed by Warren, stiffly joined in under the watchful, hawk-like gaze of the two battle nuns.

Guterres stood personally at the edge of the force field, while the members of the Death Watch team spread out in perfect unison. Although the muzzles of the explosive guns were not raised, the slight hum of the power armor joints poised to fire was clearly audible. The cold goggles scanned the Inquisition personnel and the suspended core like a scanning array, forming an invisible and oppressive perimeter.

The air was so still it seemed as if water could drip from it.

"'Watcher,' execute the agreement. Begin transmission." Feralus's icy voice was like a final command.

“Command confirmed…Transmission…Start…” The light from the geometric light and shadow core became bright and stable once again.

A vast, galaxy-like stream of data, composed of pure logical symbols, energy topology maps, and matter structure equations, surged into Oregana's analyzer.

The instrument’s Thinker core immediately emitted a high-pitched, almost painful shriek of computation, and the heat dissipation grilles spewed out scorching white mist.

Triple verification was initiated simultaneously in a suffocatingly tense atmosphere:

The contamination scan of the Mechanics Foundation was led by Kaul, whose massive logic core was operating at full capacity, its eerie blue light flashing wildly in his multi-layered eyes. Countless tiny probes monitored every bit of the data stream, like billions of cold, icy eyes.

Multiple, independent ancient algorithms were instantly activated. These verification programs, derived from ancient Martian collections, acted like the most precise sieves, frantically scanning the underlying code structure of the data.

They relentlessly tear, deconstruct, and collide with every data packet, searching for any trace of chaotic corruption, logical bomb traps, or non-human coding features.

The data stream is repeatedly flushed, collided, and deconstructed within the virtual firewall matrix.

Time ticked by, and the deep hum of the servo motor emanating from Caul's massive mechanical body became the only constant background noise in this deathly silent space.

Finally, a cold, synthesized voice rang out in the encrypted channel, devoid of any emotion: "Low-level code scan complete. No chaotic corruption features, logic traps, or aberrant coding patterns detected. Contamination scan result: Pass."

Father Warren stared intently at the holy seal detector in his hand. The readings on the instrument were stable, and no blasphemy alarms were triggered. Only then did his tense jawline relax slightly.

The psionic resonance detection is led by Carleon and supported by the Liz Core.

The Carlyon think tank took a deep breath and closed its eyes to concentrate.

Under the full force of Liz's force field, which was like an absolute void abyss, he felt as if he were standing naked in a cold polar storm, his soul about to be frozen.

He cautiously released his most subtle psionic sensory tendrils, requiring extreme focus and courage, like probing a speck of dust in the eye of a devastating storm.

His psionic powers do not come into contact with the data stream itself, but rather keenly detect any subtle psionic fluctuations, warp echoes, or ripples of mental pollution that may occur during the data stream's transmission.

Liz's "emptiness" field acted like an indestructible insulating barrier, cold and heavy, ensuring that no potential contamination or connection could break through, but also making it exceptionally difficult for Carleon to perceive.

His forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, which slid down the edge of his power armor. The psionic runes on the armor flickered as his mental energy was rapidly depleted.

He gritted his teeth, enduring immense mental pressure.

After a long silence, he suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, his voice hoarse and weary from intense concentration: "The psionic field is stable. No abnormal psionic fluctuations, signs of subspace connection, or characteristics of mental contamination were detected during the transmission process. Psionic resonance detection result: Pass."

Liz was slightly out of breath under her hood. Maintaining such a high-intensity and precise force field against the pressure of the core made her slender figure appear even more precarious.

The logical deduction of the technical principles was led by Oregana, assisted by Maria, and supervised by the priests of the Inquisition.

Olegana and Warren's priest immediately plunged into the cold world of logic.

They imported the core data they received—especially the principles of constructing psionic resonant fields, key energy node parameters, and the special materials required—into a separate Deductive Thinker array.

Maria's "Radiant Sentinel" knight mech was also connected via data link, and its powerful tactical computing unit was temporarily requisitioned, with the massive machine slightly adjusting its posture to accommodate the computational load.

(End of this chapter)