Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming

Chapter 126 Fighting the Boss! (4k2 Complete)

Two days later.

The final laser calibration process is complete, and the indicator light changes from red to green.

The gravitational wave interference thermal base station was slowly lifted off the assembly table by a heavy robotic arm.

This thing looks very solid; the main body is a standard industrial black box, about four meters long and two meters wide.

The surface is covered with grilles for heat dissipation and thick hydraulic lines.

Inside the black box is a thermal gradient coil.

Andy stood to the side, looking at the machine that had just come off the production line, and mentally planning the logistics solution.

This thing is too heavy, weighing 5.8 tons, and its internal structure is very precise, so it cannot withstand violent impacts.

Transporting it hundreds of kilometers away to the western desert and burying it underground near a gravitational wave beacon is absolutely impossible by manpower alone.

Heavy-duty flatbed trucks must be used, along with specialized cranes.

Moreover, this thing isn't something you can just leave there and use.

A massive energy supply is needed to maintain the stability of the thermal gradient, and a dedicated data cable is also required to connect to the ground control terminal.

In other words, Andy is not only going on an adventure, but also taking the opportunity to undertake a small-scale infrastructure project.

When the time comes, we'll have to have the Sixth Engineering Department send two heavy trucks over to load this stuff onto them.

We also need to install two backup geothermal energy converters and drill wells on-site to obtain electricity.

As for the control terminal, that thing can be made by anyone.

After arranging the transportation of the equipment, Andy turned and walked towards the adjacent equipment maintenance area.

There, a specially formed expedition team had already assembled.

Twenty Type 2 fighter servants stood in neat rows at the rear.

At the very front stood six fully armed human warriors.

Kolber stood at the head of the group, followed by five elite soldiers handpicked from the Storm Squad.

They were wearing "Vanguard" type assault power armor that had just completed final testing and upgrades.

This batch of power armor is significantly different from the previous versions.

The most noticeable change is the addition of a bulging module above the power pack on the back, with several thick air tubes extending down the side of the helmet and connecting to the breathing valve of the face mask.

The fully enclosed life support system was specially installed by Andy.

Because the place they were going to was inside the extradimensional barrier of the space necromancers, and nobody knew what kind of environment it was.

It could be a vacuum, filled with some kind of deadly radioactive gas, or an absolutely desolate space where there is no air at all.

Without a life support system, an ordinary person might lose their fighting ability in less than two minutes.

Andy walked up to Kolber, reached out and tapped his heavy breastplate, producing a dull metallic echo.

"How are you feeling?"

"It's heavy, boss."

Kolber's voice came through the helmet's speaker, with a slightly dull, electronic feel: "It's much heavier than the previous version, and the center of gravity has changed, especially with the addition of a canister at the back, so it feels a bit wobbly when you turn around."

"That's for sure."

Andy nodded, unsurprised.

"With the addition of a life support system, we also need to add batteries and oxygen tanks, which increases the load by at least 60 kilograms."

"But don't worry, I've made compensations with hydraulic assist in the knees and lower back; you just need to get used to the inertia."

But in Andy's heart, he was actually sighing.

To be honest, although he now has a life support system, the "Vanguard" power armor that Andy has is still quite far from the real standard version in his STC database.

It's fair to say that this is a serious "Pinduoduo version".

The true golden age of pure-blooded "elite soldiers" were capable of maneuvering and cruising within the atmosphere, equipped with their own deflector shields.

It is even a deadly weapon for individual soldiers capable of short-range, ultra-low-altitude surprise attacks.

The armor material is a self-repairing composite alloy, the energy core is a miniature cold nuclear fusion battery, and the neural interface is a delay-free quantum sensing.

And what about the one Andy has in his hands now?

The materials used are ceramic steel and plastic steel produced in a black box. Although the hardness is acceptable, they have no self-healing ability. If they are damaged, the board has to be replaced.

The energy source is a high-energy storage battery, which is an enlarged version of the Joka ring technology. The battery life is okay, but it is not comparable to a nuclear battery at all, and its explosive power is also much weaker.

As for the core neural control system, the Type-IV neural bundle, it is also a cutting-edge technology.

However, since it is an alien object, it has some minor flaws in compatibility with human mechanical structures, requiring a large number of transcoders for adaptation.

In summary, it's a complete Frankenstein's monster.

Andy ran a data simulation in the background.

If we compare this "Pinduoduo version" elite armor set with the Empire's current Astartes power armor, MK7 Skyhawk, we can do a comparative test.

In terms of defensive capabilities, the two are basically equal. After all, ceramic steel is a hard currency, and its physical resistance is about the same.

In terms of power output, the Vanguard has a slight edge, thanks to the more rational hydraulic structure design of the Golden Age.

In terms of reaction speed, the Eldar were far superior; the Eldar neural bundles' transmission speed completely outclassed the Empire's Black Shell interface.

However, in terms of sustained combat capability, environmental adaptability, and that mysterious "machine soul protection," the Vanguard is a complete novice.

Overall, it's a 50/50 split.

In other words, if the six men Andy currently has were to wear this equipment, they could theoretically hold their own against six Space Marines.

Of course, this is on a one-on-one basis.

But for an ordinary army, this is already the highest level of equipment.

But Andy was still not satisfied.

Because their adversaries were not Space Marines, but Necromancers.

Spare ribs are notorious for their lack of sportsmanship.

Their Gaussian weapons can directly break molecular bonds, soldiers can stand up after they die, and melee units can pass through walls and teleport.

Facing this kind of enemy, having equipment alone is not enough; you also need brains and tactics.

"No matter how good the equipment is, if the person isn't good enough, it's just suicide."

Andy looked at the few warriors writhing and twisting there and said, "You've fought gangs, mutants, and even Helios' regular army before."

"But this time is different."

"This time we're going to the Tomb of the Dead, where we'll be facing a group of ancient relics from tens of millions of years ago."

"Their fighting style is unlike any enemy you've ever seen before."

"So that you can't go in and fill in the lines—"

"Follow me, everyone, to the square."

Horisonburg Central Square.

It has just been cleared out and is now a temporary training ground.

Six warriors in power armor stood at one end of the plaza, holding training-grade marking rounds.

Andy stood at the other end.

He didn't take out a weapon; he simply reached behind his back.

"Click".

Andy picked up a small ball and casually tossed it into the center of the square.

"Buzz"

The ball hovered one meter above the ground, its surface rippling like water before turning into a matte, deep black.

It has no thrusters and relies entirely on the anti-gravity field to levitate, emitting an extremely faint, unsettling low-frequency hum.

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Listen carefully.

Andy pointed to the small ball: "I will control it, simulating two of the most common security units in the space necromancy facility—the [Necromancer Scarab] and the […]."

The attack logic of "The Ghostly Craftsman".

"The rules are simple."

"All six of you, attack together and hit it with your weapons."

"If it touches you, even just grazes you, you're dead."

"Now it's [Underworld Craftsman's Ghost], is everything ready?"

"start!"

The voice just fell.

The small ball, which had been stationary, vanished instantly.

It's not that it's invisible, but rather that its speed is too fast, exceeding the dynamic capture limit of the human eye.

"Over there! To the left!"

A soldier shouted and fired.

But that didn't work at all.

The ball's trajectory completely violated the law of inertia.

It can make right-angle turns at high speeds without even slowing down, like a ghost unbound by the laws of physics.

"Whoosh—"

The ball skimmed across the ground, leaving a trail of afterimages, and instantly reached the soldier's feet.

The soldier instinctively tried to step on it, while simultaneously turning his rifle butt upside down and slamming it down.

But he was too slow.

The ball did not directly hit his leg.

Instead, it moved with remarkable agility, circling his leg once before gently tapping the back of his knee.

"drop."

The soldier's helmet emitted a death notification sound.

"Number one is out," Andy said coldly.

The ball didn't stop; it bounced up suddenly using the anti-gravity field and rushed towards the second target.

The soldier was clearly more experienced; he immediately retreated, trying to create distance and find cover.

He hid behind a concrete block, gun barrel at the ready, waiting to ambush his prey.

This is a very standard human infantry tactical maneuver.

This tactic is very effective against people with guns.

But his opponent is a simulated "Ghost of the Underworld".

What is the most distinctive feature of a ghostly worker?

Phase shift.

Commonly known as, "through the wall".

Andy controlled the ball and sent it crashing directly into the concrete block.

At the moment of impact, the ball underwent a mimicry change.

Gaseous!

It penetrated directly through the thick concrete, like passing through a layer of water mist.

The soldier only saw a blur before the ball passed through the cover and landed directly on his mask.

"drop."

"Number two is out."

It took less than ten seconds.

Two fully armed elite soldiers were eliminated.

The remaining four were immediately thrown into disarray; they had never seen this kind of fighting style before.

It moves incredibly fast, its movements are unpredictable, and it can ignore terrain and cover.

How do we fight this?

"Don't panic! Don't panic!"

"Set up a crossfire network! Block its movement route!"

The remaining three tried to move closer together, forming a defensive formation back to back.

But that didn't work either.

The ball traced a strange arc in the air, then suddenly accelerated, crashing into the crowd like a cannonball.

It bounced back and forth between the three people, moving so fast that it left afterimages.

"Drip. Drip. Drip."

The three notification sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

Three more people have been eliminated.

Now, only Kolber remains on the field.

He didn't seek cover like the others, nor did he try to stand still and fire.

In the very first second of the battle, when he saw Warrior Number One being instantly killed, he made a move that surprised everyone.

"Buzz—!!!"

He activated the powered backpack on his back.

The immense thrust propelled him into the air, sending him soaring into mid-air.

He didn't stay still, but kept changing direction, accelerating, diving, and climbing in the air.

He is running.

Moreover, they run around the field haphazardly and without any pattern.

The ball lost its lock on the ground target and immediately changed direction, chasing after Kolber in the air.

However, Kolber used the high mobility of his power armor to maintain a distance of more than fifty meters from the ball.

"Come on! Come and chase me!"

As Kolber flew, he turned and fired, the marking bullets drawing white lines in the air.

Although he missed most of his shots, he did not stop firing.

The ball tries to accelerate to catch up.

However, Kolper used his power backpack to make an extremely nimble stop and turn in mid-air, causing the ball to miss its target.

During that brief moment when the ball was adjusting its posture.

Kolber seized the opportunity.

He suddenly lowered the muzzle of his gun, anticipated the ball's trajectory, and fired a three-shot burst.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Three marking bullets blocked all of the ball's evasive routes.

One of the shots hit the center of the ball precisely.

"drop--"

The ball stopped moving and hovered in mid-air, and the indicator light turned red.

The simulation unit has been damaged.

The entire room fell silent.

Andy looked at Kolber in the air, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"That's interesting."

Andy waved, and the ball flew back behind him.

"Again."

The second round begins.

This time, Andy increased the difficulty, making the ball faster and more unpredictable.

But Kolber had already figured it out.

They don't compete with the ball's reaction time at all; they compete with maneuverability and distance control.

As soon as the ball gets close, he immediately accelerates to create distance.

Even if you miss, it doesn't matter. As long as you're alive, you'll have a chance to deal damage.

Two minutes later.

The ball was hit again.

Round three.

The ball even simulated a clone attack, moving back and forth rapidly to create afterimages.

Kolber remained calm and even learned to use the terrain to his advantage.

He lured the ball into hitting the wall, then used the momentary rebound stun to finish it off with a single shot.

Three wins in three battles!

"good!"

"Old Ke is awesome!!"

The Storm Squad soldiers watching from the sidelines erupted in deafening cheers.

They understood.

It turns out that this bulky armor wasn't for taking hits, but for escaping!

"Zi—"

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Kolber landed slowly on the ground and opened his mask.

He was covered in sweat and panting heavily, clearly indicating that the intense maneuver he had just performed had taken a heavy toll on his physical strength.

But he couldn't afford to rest.

He pulled over his five teammates who had already been eliminated and were now looking ashamed.

"Did you see everything clearly?"

Kolber explained, "Don't just stand there like a target. Cover is useless, walls are useless, and shields are useless."

He pointed to the power backpack on his back: "Don't worry about the fuel!"

"The boss didn't provide these things for us so we could carry them for looks!"

"We have plenty of energy, and our batteries are full."

"Since we have the conditions, then let's fly and run!"

"The boss also said that although the security robots are fast, they can only fight in close combat. As long as you don't let them get close, they are sitting ducks."

"Keep your distance, keep moving, and don't let it touch you—that's your only chance of survival!"

"Did you understand?!"

Kolber stared, his voice firm: "Kite it!!"

Andy stood at a distance, watching this scene, and silently gave Kolber a thumbs up in his heart.

This guy is really quick to understand.

He not only learned how to use the equipment himself, but also came up with a set of tactics that were most suitable for this "Pinduoduo version" power armor.

Since your defenses aren't strong enough, don't try to withstand it head-on.

If there's a limit to reaction speed, then use distance to create space!

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