In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

Caesar remained unfazed, even adjusting his cloak.

“Great Sage, you should know that some equipment comes from… an even older stockpile. That was created long before the current production protocols were established.”

Caesar's voice was deep and mysterious, "We are currently unable to produce equipment; these are merely relics of history."

The Great Sage was skeptical, so he increased the scanning power, attempting to directly read the physiological characteristics of the four giants to determine their respective battle groups.

However, the moment the beam of the bird divination device touched the bodies of the four people...

Zzzzz!

The data window in the Great Sage's vision instantly turned into a blood-red jumble of characters.

[WARNING! WARNING! Extremely high energy level reaction detected!]

The Great Sage's logic processor nearly overloaded.

An unknown fear stemming from biological instinct made his cold mechanical core tremble.

“Data…overflow.” The Great Sage staggered back half a step, retracting all the probes. “It seems that you all… do indeed possess extraordinary secrets.”

He dared not investigate further, fearing that another glance would burn out his CPU.

"This way, Great Sage."

Caesar gestured "please" and pointed to the elevator leading to the conference room.

The group stepped into the freight elevator, which looked like it was about to collapse.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, they got stuck.

"Crunch"

The elevator doors stopped halfway down, refusing to budge no matter how many times the buttons were pressed, and emitted a screeching sound.

The atmosphere became very awkward.

The Great Sage sighed, extending a mechanical tentacle to retrieve the holy oil and incense burner: "The machine spirit is enraged. A complete appeasement ritual is needed, estimated to take forty-five minutes..."

"It's not that complicated."

Caesar walked over impatiently. He didn't understand any prayers at all; he simply raised his hand and slapped it in an inconspicuous spot next to the elevator control panel.

"Get moving, stop making a fool of yourself here."

Buzz €€€€

A miracle happened.

The elevator, which had been lifeless, instantly came back to life, all the indicator lights lit up, and it ran even more smoothly than when it was brand new.

The Great Sage froze. His sensors clearly captured that instant when the elevator's mechanical spirit emitted a sound that was almost "pleasant," and then obediently submitted.

What kind of technology is this? Just one slap? What kind of lost, dark technology is this?

Even more outrageous things were yet to come.

As the elevator descended smoothly, the "Om Messiah Axe" on the Great Sage's back suddenly began to vibrate violently.

The data interface connected to the Great Sage's spine is attempting to disconnect on its own.

The axe's power core spun wildly, causing the blade to veer and point directly at Caesar, who stood in the corner.

It felt like a dog trying to break free from its owner's leash and run to a new owner.

"Warning! Weapon system connection unstable!" The Great Sage's auxiliary brain frantically issued an alarm.

He gripped his axe in terror. What was happening?!

This axe has been with him for three hundred years, and now he actually wants to run away with this space marine?

Caesar seemed to sense something, glanced at the axe, and casually remarked, "Nice axe, quite shiny."

hum! ! !

The axe vibrated even more violently, even emitting a cheerful buzzing sound.

The Great Sage gripped his weapon tightly, and the look in his eyes as he gazed at Caesar was completely different now.

"You...you are the technical sergeant here?" The sage's arrogance had largely dissipated, replaced by deep confusion and a hint of barely perceptible respect.

At the heart of his logic, he began to wonder who this so-called "Death Watch" warrior in front of him really was.

"I know a little bit."

Caesar turned around and gracefully extended his hand in invitation, “Please, Great Sage. The real treasure is below.”