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Chapter 178 Resurrecting Saint Gilles (6.8k)

"A robot butler?"

The warrior stepped forward, activated the armor's functions, and scanned the robot in front of him—Wednesday.

Wednesday's body was round and plump, looking like a ball.

Its limbs are long and slender, but its hands and feet are large.

Its head, perched atop its slender neck, is also a sphere, but much smaller than its body.

It lacks human facial features, possessing only two large eyes.
At that moment, two bright but not dazzling beams of light shot from those eyes, illuminating the dimly lit hall.

“Yes, I am the steward of BR01 laboratory,” Wednesday reiterated. “I have no ill intentions, please put down your weapons.”

"If the gun goes off accidentally, the situation will be very bad."

"Is this Iron Man AI??" Jujiro walked up, looking at Wednesday with a curious expression.

“I am glad that you call me by the name our ancestors gave us, instead of an insulting name like ‘Abomination of Intelligence’.”

Wednesday's voice carried a hint of joy.
As a technological creation of humankind during its golden age,

Wednesday has its own special emotional module.

They can express joy, anger, sorrow, and personality just like humans.

"It seems you have some understanding of the situation outside," Zhuge asked. "Weren't you trapped here the whole time?"

"Before everything is completely destroyed, I can connect to external mechanical devices and use them to observe the surrounding environment. This is an ability I was given at birth."

"In addition, I can also connect to the technological creations manufactured by STC. When those humans using STC creations arrive near the base, I can access the device's backend interface, read the stored information, and use those devices to observe the surrounding environment."

"Through these means, I learned a lot of information about the outside world, including the Great Crusade, the Human Empire, and the threat of the Undead or Greenskins."

On Wednesday, he looked to Zhuge Liang for answers to his questions.

"You can access STC's creations?" Zhan Shuai's eyes widened.

"STC was created by the combined efforts of the three races: humans, stonemen, and ironmen. The interface for the stonemen and ironmen was reserved in the initial design, but you descendants have forgotten it."

"The galaxy has now become a hell, with war raging everywhere. Reason and wisdom have vanished, everything has become incredibly bad, and human civilization is sliding ever deeper into the abyss."

A hint of sadness crept into Wednesday's voice as he spoke of these things.
It was created before the three races were at war.
The iron and stone figures still sincerely serve humanity, assisting them in conquering the universe.

The three races joined forces to transform planet after planet into paradise.

No alien is a match for human civilization. Any alien race that tries to stop humanity or insists on hindering human civilization has become dust in history.

Humanity is infinitely close to ascension; only one final step is needed to achieve eternity.

At that time, everything was so wonderful.

But later, everything changed.

I don't know why Wednesday turned out that way.
Its AI companions inexplicably chose to betray it, slaughtering the humans they were supposed to protect.

The federal government could not tolerate Iron Man's rebellion and immediately sent troops to quell it.

And so the two sides went to war.

Various unimaginable and terrifying weapons tore the galaxy apart, truly destroying time and space.

There were no real winners in that war; a great civilization was destroyed.

A civilization poised to conquer the galaxy, and even the universe.

A civilization with the opportunity to embark on the path to ascension.
Because of that war, it never recovered, and even after returning to the stars, it never regained even a fraction of its former glory.

"Why are you here?" the war commander asked curiously. "Didn't you participate in that war?"

“My master ordered me to guard this place, and if any descendants are able to rebuild the civilization, the legacy here will be given to them.”

He paused for a moment on Wednesday before continuing.

"I am not a combat robot, but a life-assistance robot. If I were to participate in that war, you probably wouldn't see me."

"Legacy? Does that refer to the mutants outside?" Jujiro looked around. "And the relics here?"

“Those mutants outside are part of the heritage and also a protective measure,” Wednesday said. “If the intruders are not human, the base will release those mutants to defend against the invaders.”

Upon hearing this answer, Zhan Shuai's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
"So we were rejected?"

"In your understanding, are none of us truly human beings?"

“You are genuine humans, pure in both your soul and your physical code,” Wednesday replied. “Even the most fanatical omnics would acknowledge your identity and swear to protect you.”

These words left Zhan Shuai and the others looking at each other in bewilderment.

Will those rebellious omnics still protect them?

That sounds incredibly unreliable!
"If that's the case, why were we attacked?" Jujiro frowned. "Do you have a problem with us?"

Upon hearing this, the other players also looked towards Wednesday, secretly preparing to make their move.

“I have no hostility, nor any objection. You are being attacked because I have lost control of those gene storage facilities,” Wednesday explained frankly.

"Lost control?" Jujiro looked puzzled.

"This base was designed to last 15,000 years, but it has been operating for nearly 20,000 years now. Such a long period of time has depleted the base's energy reserves. In order to extend its operation as much as possible, all systems have been shut down."

"The base is operating at minimum power, and most of the machinery has been shut down. When you came in, you should have only seen a magnificent gate that was sealed by witchcraft."

“Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t be able to see the door because of the optical shielding and dimensional protection devices; you would only be able to see the walls.”

"That mutant No. 0 that you killed could easily destroy a city in the past, but now it was easily killed by you because it had just awakened and had not replenished enough energy."

On Wednesday, the players of the Emperor Bull and Horse Warband were finally able to accept the whole story, albeit reluctantly.

Jujiro pointed to the golden toaster placed on the high platform.

"And what about this? A bread maker was placed here as an inheritance? Is this some kind of twisted hobby of the lab owner?"

“It’s not an ordinary bread maker, it’s an energy converter.” On Wednesday, he walked up to the platform, shut down the eternal stasis field, and took the bread maker out.

Under the watchful eyes of all the players, bright energy lines appeared on Wednesday's body.
The light flowed along the lines, eventually converging on its hand and flowing into the bread machine.

The bread maker was activated, emitting a buzzing sound and a hissing sound of the force field stirring.

A moment later, a hot slice of bread appeared in the bread machine.

On Wednesday, take out the bread slices and place them in front of Jujiro.
After scanning, Jujiro confirmed that it was just an ordinary slice of bread, but his eyes widened and his tone was full of disbelief.

"This bread machine converts energy into matter??"

"Yes, as long as you inject energy, you can get bread slices."

Nod on Wednesday
"Not only that, this bread machine can also convert bread slices into energy, but this process involves huge losses, and the conversion efficiency is only one ten-thousandth."

Jujiro, carrying a slice of bread, turned to look at the other players in the battle group, a look of ecstatic joy on his face.

"We're rich! We're rich! Brothers, this thing guarantees at least a Golden Eagle Medal!"

"What do you mean?" Zhan Shuai asked, puzzled.

The players, including the twisted guy and the sea turtle, looked at each other in bewilderment. They couldn't understand why Jujiro would say that!

"The ability to convert energy into matter and matter into energy—you don't even know its value??"

Jujiro's tone was excited.
"This is a power that only God can possess. You could say that if we have this power, we are essentially in control of God's authority."

Zhan Shuai, Hai Gui, and Nianba Ren, among other players, all frowned, their eyes even more bewildered, their minds unable to process what was happening for a moment.

Seeing that his companions still didn't understand, Jujiro could only patiently explain.

Have you ever read the Christian church's myth about God creating the world in seven days?

"I've seen it, but what's the connection between the two?" the awkward man asked, puzzled.

"What were the first words God spoke after creating the world? 'Let there be light.' What does light represent? Light is a metaphor for energy."

"That is to say, one must have the energy to create the world in order to complete the creation of the world. This is the first foundation of creation."

"How to convert energy into matter is what God did in the following days."

"With this bread maker, as long as we analyze the technology inside, we can convert the energy of stars into matter, and like God, we can create everything and let mankind live a good life with abundant material resources and no worries about food and clothing."

"You should know that all the planets, asteroids, and meteorite belts in a galaxy combined only account for a small part of the galaxy's total mass."

"Stars make up more than 95 percent of matter, and most life on planets depends on converting the energy of stars to survive."

"With conversion technology, we can easily mine the resources of stars, and even all the energy in the universe can become our minerals. If necessary, even black holes can become our minerals."

Jujiro's explanation made Zhan Shuai and the others begin to understand the importance of the bread machine.

Simply put, with this thing, the universe would be full of minerals.
With minerals come resources; with resources come the ability to build a fleet.
With a fleet, they can bring warmth and care to other races.

Bread maker = resource cheat + fleet.

"No wonder it's placed on a high platform. But I don't understand why such cutting-edge technology would be designed to look like a bread machine?" the awkward man asked. "And why can it only produce bread slices?"

"It's probably just the developers' weird sense of humor," the turtle replied.

“Actually, the reason my owner turned such advanced technology into the shape of a bread maker is simply because he doesn’t want humans to continue killing each other.” Wednesday explained the reason: “He wanted to use the bread maker to call on people to return to their families instead of being immersed in war.”

The players didn't take Wednesday's explanation to heart; they had their own opinions and speculations.

Zhuge suddenly realized, "No wonder the mechanics like bread machines so much, they must know about this."

"There must be a legend circulating in the Mechanical Guild that the most advanced technological achievement of the Temple of Truth has been made into a bread maker. If you find that bread maker, you can master the power of the God of Machines."

Zhan Shuai looked at Zhuge and said, "You know what, you really are right, it all comes true."

"These guys are really good at keeping secrets; they've kept such a secret to themselves." Turtle nodded, agreeing with Zhuge's guess.

"Wow, that's quite an imagination. I'm really impressed."

"I have to say, it makes a lot of sense. I used to wonder why motor enthusiasts would be so fond of bread makers?"

"With this, building megastructures is no longer a dream." Jujiro reached out and took the toaster from Wednesday's hands, as if holding a priceless treasure; human civilization would surely rise again.

"Let human civilization be great again."

'Let those damn titanium saplings see who the real barbarians are.'

"By developing science and technology, dominating the galaxy, and conquering the universe, humanity will surely be the most awesome."

"........."

Other players chimed in.

With this, many ideas can be easily realized.

The future of humanity will surely be infinitely bright.

"I also think it's feasible."

A faint voice suddenly rang out.

The players of the Emperor Bull and Horse Battle Group looked at each other in bewilderment and then turned around to look around.

Who was speaking just now?

"That sound is a bit creepy, isn't it?"

"Damn it, is the Warhammer universe haunted?"

"Speaking of which, it seems there really are ghosts in the Warhammer universe; psykers can even see them."

“…………” Zhuge, standing in the crowd, stroked his chin. He seemed to have thought of something and tentatively shouted into the air.

"Weasel, are you there?"

Boom! !

A bright flash of lightning appeared.

Zhuge Liang died suddenly.

War General: "(ΩДΩ)"

Jujiro: "(ΩДΩ)"

Twisted Person: "(ΩДΩ)"

The players watched as Zhuge Liang was hacked to pieces, silently mourned for him for three seconds, and then quietly distanced themselves, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

"By designation, we are the Emperor's chosen ones, so there is a certain probability that what we say will be heard by Him."

Jujiro guessed,

"This game is so realistic, it must have created an emperor character, who is probably watching us right now."

"Oh no, will they see all the embarrassing things I did in real life?" The awkward person was a little uneasy.

"What did you do? Why are you so worried about being seen? Did you seduce a demon?" Zhan Shuai asked curiously.

"I did something that I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing," the man said. "A few days ago, I went out with some friends and I happened to see that the zipper on one of the girls' backs was undone, exposing her entire back. People on the street were staring at her."

"I kindly reminded her, and she said she was holding something in her hands and couldn't free her hands, so she asked me to help her."

"What happens next?" Jujiro asked, intrigued.

"She called me shameless and said I took advantage of her. How could I stand it? So I helped her pull it down again, and then I got slapped," the twisted man said.

"Have you considered that when she said 'help,' she meant for you to help her carry what she's holding?" Zhan Shuai said.

The awkward man's eyes widened. "Why should I help her carry it? If I take over, won't she keep making me carry it all the time?"

Jujiro hesitated for a moment, but finally asked the question.

"You're such a weirdo, are you going to stay single forever?"

"Huh? How did you know that?"

"You're already so big, isn't it normal to be single?"

Jujiro looked speechless.
The sea turtle and others also silently gave a thumbs up.

Seeing them do this on Wednesday, I followed suit.
The scene was strangely comical.

Zhan Shuai rubbed his forehead and shook his head, saying, "I can already imagine what she'll say about you behind your back, ladies, does anyone understand? I ran into a real jerk today..."

"........."

The players' conversation veered off-topic until Jujiro finally brought it back on track, telling them to move their loot out first.

The players took everything from Experiment Base BR01.
Including relics from the Golden Age, research data on mutants, and living robots—Wednesday.

the other side,
As Qin Yun and Dante were entering the underground through the Angels Castle tunnel, a light screen suddenly appeared in front of them.

[Task: Acquire energy-matter conversion technology]
In a galaxy, stars contain the most matter and the most energy, but how to mine stars has always been a troublesome problem.

Now, the Chosen Ones have found a bread machine in the ruins of the Golden Age that can convert energy into matter. If used skillfully, it may be possible to mine resources from the stars.

Please collect the bread makers from the players, acquire the conversion technology, and reward them with a Golden Eagle Medal.

Quest Rewards: Large amount of Faith Points, Shadow Word skill (Knockback)

Knockback: This skill ignores the target's level or size, forcing the opponent to retreat.

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Qin Yun paused for a second when he saw the mission screen appear, and then contacted Xiling.

"A player is exploring the ruins?"

"Players from the Emperor Bull and Horse Battle Group are exploring Experiment Base BR01," Xiling replied immediately.

"Did they find a bread machine?"

"Yes, they dug up a golden toaster."

"The calves and horses had just been dug out when Old Huang came running as soon as he smelled them. That's incredibly fast! Does this guy have nothing better to do than spy on the calves and horses all day long?"

After giving Xiling a thorough dressing-down, Qin Yun gave her a task.

“Send a mission to the players of the Emperor Bull and Horse Warband: take the bread machine from them and give them a Golden Sky Eagle Medal.”

"clear."

The communication was lost, and Xiling quickly went to do as Qin Yun instructed.

"A saint?" Dante's words brought Qin Yun back to his senses. "You've been daydreaming."

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something." Qin Yun covered up his distraction.

“We’re about to enter the secret dungeon, so please stay close to me and Mephisto,” Dante said.

After discussing the reconstruction of Baal with Dante and having the Children of the Blood advance the upgrade of the original forge,
Qin Yun subtly suggested that he wanted to see the archangel's remains.

After a moment's hesitation, Dante nodded in agreement to the request.

The archangel's remains were placed deep underground in Angel Castle.
It is protected by numerous killing force fields and subjected to various special seals.

Without guidance, even if Baal were to be captured, it would be difficult to enter the Archangel's tomb.

Led by Dante and Mephisto, Qin Yun stepped into the dark underground tunnel.

Walking at the very front, Mephisto carried a lantern that emitted a ghostly, blood-red glow.

The faint fluorescence emitted by the bioluminescent organisms growing on the vaulted ceiling was supplemented.
Water was dripping down from somewhere above, making the tunnel very damp.

This made Qin Yun a little curious.

Baal is as dry as ashes, and even the water needed to rebuild the ecosystem has to be collected from outside the planet. Where does this leaking water come from?
Perhaps these water droplets didn't originate from Baal himself; in other words, these tunnels connect to other worlds.

“These tunnels are mysterious; they existed before humans even arrived in Baal.”

Dante noticed the fleeting confusion on Qin Yun's face and began to explain.

"The tunnel can only be entered from the entrance; if you try to dig it in from the outside, you won't find a tunnel."

“We tried to dig many times, but unfortunately we found nothing but rocks and ruins, and we couldn’t see any trace of the tunnel at all.”

"It seems this place is full of secrets," Qin Yun said.

Each Primarch's homeworld is shrouded in secrets.
Saint Gilles' wings are probably also related to Baal himself.

The tunnels are deep, quiet, and intricate, with some areas possessing strong spiritual energy that can resonate with the subspace and enhance the power of the think tank.

Because of the tunnel's nature, psychics like Mephisto liked to stay inside it to meditate, hold meetings, and discuss issues such as witchcraft and rituals.

In addition, the tunnel was used as a dungeon by the Holy Blood Angels to house the dangerous relics they had collected.

A bomb gun with a 105% hit rate, provided that you feed the souls and blood of the innocent.

A crown that grants immense spiritual power can cause the wearer to fall into mental confusion.

A sword capable of killing any enemy, and constantly burning with black flames.

A key imbued with magic; using it to open a door will randomly teleport you to an enemy, but your soul will glow in the warp.

A large lizard that is killed but revives after a period of time.

The Death Quill can kill a target by writing their name and the method of death on them. If the target fails to escape the written method of death, the user will be killed instead.

The dungeon contains many items, each with a dark and bloody history and incredible power.

If it falls into the hands of someone with malicious intent, it will cause a terrible disaster.

The Holy Blood Angels housed these things here so that they would not harm innocent people.

"Jie! Jie!"

"A new angel, interesting, interesting."

As they passed through a secret room, strange laughter came from inside.

“This is an Octopod, a terrifying chaotic creature,” Morpheus said. “Ever since he was taken in and imprisoned by the Blood Angels, he has been thinking about the Corruption Guardian’s escape every single moment.”

"Emotions are a prisoner."

Qin Yun muttered something and followed Dante and Mephisto deeper into Baal's underground.

After a long journey, Qin Yun and his group finally arrived at the tomb of the archangel, Saint Gilles.

The tomb is magnificent, depicting many of Saint Gilles' achievements.
The path to the tomb is lined with sculptures of numerous heroes.
Even in death, they continue to protect the peace of their original bodies in their own way.

The entire tomb was empty and silent, with only the footsteps of Qin Yun, Dante, and Mephisto echoing.

They passed the hero statues and came to the tomb.

The archangel was placed in a coffin made of bloodstone and adamantite, enveloped by a static field.

Dante and Mephistopheles knelt before the coffin of San Gilles.

Qin Yun then stepped forward to examine the archangel's body.

Even though I was mentally prepared,
But when Qin Yun saw Saint Gilles's body, he was still shocked and found it hard to accept.

Saint Gilles's wing was broken off, and the crimson blood was a shocking sight, staining his pure white feathers.
The shoulder was broken and cracked, with fragments of white bone, flesh, and armor mixed together.

The golden armor on his chest was shattered beyond recognition, with not a single intact fragment to be found, and his entire lungs had even collapsed inside.

A golden mask covered the face, but judging from the torn flesh and blood exposed on the forehead and edges,
I'm afraid that beneath the mask lies a shattered skull.

It's hard to imagine what kind of torment Sanguis endured on the Soul of Vengeance to become like this.

Saint Gilles was once the most handsome man in the empire.

He treated every brother with sincerity.

He wept for the suffering of mortals and repeatedly put himself in danger to protect them.

At the Gates of Helios, he ordered the gates opened, solely to allow innocent soldiers to enter the city for safety.
At the walls of Delphi, he openly spoke of his fears, leaving the power of choice to the war-weary, exhausted, and desperate civilians and soldiers.

Before the Gates of Eternity, he fought relentlessly, battling alone against the Khorne, the Titans, and even his own traitorous brothers, all so that as many innocent people as possible could be evacuated back to the Sanctuary.

Does this universe really enjoy destroying beautiful things?

A pang of sadness welled up in Qin Yun's heart.
"Saint." Dante stood up after finishing his prayer, and his voice roused Qin Yun from his reverie.

"Horus has made a grave mistake," Qin Yun said. "We must find a way to undo it as much as possible."

"What do you wish to do, Saint?" Dante inquired.

"We must resurrect the archangel," Qin Yun said calmly. "That is what I must do."

Dante and Mephistopheles stared wide-eyed, unable to believe their ears.

P.S.: As usual, there will be another chapter tonight, with a minimum of 6,000 words and a possible 13,000 words. I'll start with this chapter to show you my strength.

So far, there are nine chapters missing.

(End of this chapter)