Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming

Chapter 129 Underworld Research Institute

The heavy gate on the side of the Horisonburg slid open with a hiss of hydraulic pressure being released.

A uniquely designed convoy sped into the night in the wilderness.

A faint blue ion stream was sprayed from under the chassis, skidding at high speed at a height of about half a meter close to the ground.

Lightweight hovercraft, the latest product of the Alien Technology Analysis Station.

Previously, when Sisyphus was shopping in the Columbine trade zone, he brought back several pieces of drone wreckage from Titanium and some damaged parts of the "Piranha" light glider.

Andy threw those things into the black round platform.

Andy originally thought that the analysis station could only analyze components such as the anti-gravity engine.

The operating logic of the results analysis station was somewhat unexpected.

It not only analyzed the components, but also, based on the structural logic of these wrecks and combined with the universal vehicle chassis in the STc database, directly produced the complete blueprint for this lightweight hovercraft, as well as the code for two production lines that can be directly assembled.

Andy was pleasantly surprised by this "blind box" aspect.

Although the armor of this hovercraft is very thin and cannot withstand direct fire from heavy weapons, it has the advantage of extremely high speed and strong adaptability to terrain.

Most importantly, it has no wheels and won't leave tire tracks in the sand.

For infiltration missions that require covert operations, it is the perfect vehicle.

Kolber sat on the lead hovercraft, holding a heavy data disk in his hand.

A six-hour forced march.

The coordinates on the navigation terminal overlapped.

"parking."

Kolber gave the order.

The hovercraft formation immediately reduced its engine output and silently came to a stop behind a stretch of undulating sand dunes.

Kolber jumped out of the vehicle, his power armor's magnetic boots making little noise as they stepped on the sand.

He walked to a seemingly ordinary sand pit and reached out to brush away the loose sand on top.

The black metal box underneath was revealed; it was the control terminal for the hot cell base station that Reagan had previously buried.

The indicator light is green, which means that the underground equipment is operating normally.

Kolper unplugged the data cable and connected it to the arm interface of his power armor.

A pre-set command code is input.

According to Andy's calculations, to sneak in right under the nose of the Necromancer's Beacon, the interference field cannot be kept on indefinitely.

That would consume too much energy and would easily attract the attention of the necromancy defense system.

The best approach is pulse interference.

Every twenty minutes, the underground thermal base station will output a gravitational wave interference pulse at full power.

Forcefully open the entrance to the pocket space hidden in the dimensional folds, maintaining a window of about sixty seconds.

Kolber looked at the countdown on the terminal.

[Interference pulse countdown: 00:15.]

"Everyone, get ready."

"Kolber said in a low voice over the communications channel."

Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, staring at the empty space in front of them.

3, 2, 1.

", "Buzz"

A very slight tremor came from the ground beneath my feet.

Immediately afterwards, the air in front began to distort, and rings of transparent ripples spread out in the air.

Then, a crack appeared in the space.

The gap widened rapidly, revealing a deep, dark passage.

"Enter!"

Kohlberg took the lead and rushed in.

The team members followed closely behind.

Sixty seconds later, the passage closed behind them, and the wasteland returned to deathly silence.

"This is not a tomb."

This was Kolber's first instinct upon entering that space.

In his mind, the world of tombs should be filled with coffins, statues, and a suffocating atmosphere of death.

But this place is different; they have arrived at a huge hall filled with industrial aesthetics.

The surrounding walls are made of black stone, with intricate geometric patterns carved on their surface.

Green energy flows through these patterns, illuminating the entire hall.

In the center of the hall were enormous instruments whose purpose was unknown. Some resembled a giant armillary sphere with countless metal rings slowly rotating in the air; others looked like an energy prison, holding some kind of still-pulsating subspace lightning.

The equipment is extremely densely packed and arranged in a very orderly manner.

"Sizzle—"

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Kolber tried to call Andy, but there was only static on the communication channel.

It seems that conventional radio signals cannot be transmitted out of this pocket-shaped space at all.

Command naturally fell into Kohlberg's hands.

"Maintain formation," Kolber gestured. "Proceed according to plan, loot."

The team members pulled out a special bag from their waists.

The magnetically restrained storage bag is a piece of equipment that Andy specially crafted for this operation.

The technology of space necromancers mostly possesses the characteristics of living metal or has some kind of phase instability, making them impossible to contain in ordinary bags.

These bags have an independent magnetic field inside, which can forcibly hold the contents in place, preventing them from moving around or exploding.

The team began making progress at the research institute.

They strictly adhered to the "avoidance of war principle" that Andy had taught them.

As soon as you see those palm-sized scarabs on the ground, or the ghostly workers floating in mid-air with snake-like bodies, stop moving immediately and try to avoid them, no matter how bizarre your posture.

Fortunately, the research institute seemed to be in a semi-dormant state, with not many security units patrolling.

The team members were very quick and efficient.

They don't understand what these devices do, but that doesn't matter.

Andy instructed: "Take the one that looks like it's glowing."

"Take it if it doesn't look like it's glowing."

"Take the ones that look particularly regular in shape."

"Take it if it looks completely irregular in shape."

The team members almost lost their composure at that moment.

What exactly did you confess to?!

That just means taking everything you can!

As a result, various stone slabs, crystals, parts, and idle Gauss weapons were continuously stuffed into the magnetic bag.

They explored and felt their way along the way, and it was a great success.

Soon, they arrived deep inside the research institute.

A long corridor with individual rooms arranged on both sides.

The room had no door, only a green light curtain.

Kolber carefully passed through the light curtain and entered one of the rooms.

The temperature was much lower than outside; the readings on the armor surface showed minus forty degrees Celsius.

In the center of the room, there were two rows of neatly arranged stone coffins.

The stone coffin was made entirely of some kind of black metal, with a surface that shimmered like mercury.

Living metal.

The word instantly popped into Kohlberg's mind.

Before setting off, the boss specifically emphasized that this is a high-grade material that the deep space industry currently has absolutely no reserves of.

If they could get their hands on living metal, the boss said he could upgrade everyone's power armor to the next level, and even give it self-repair capabilities.

"team leader."

One of the team members came over, pointing at the stone coffins, his voice filled with greed.

"This thing—it looks like it's made entirely of living metal."

"The boss would be so happy if we could bring some back!"

Kolber nodded.

That's what he thought too.

Since we're already here, just picking up some junk parts to take back doesn't feel quite right.

If we could just blast a piece off this stone coffin and take it with us, that would be a great achievement!

"Use thermoelectric detonators."

Kolber pointed to one of the sarcophagi that looked slightly smaller.

"This thing is very hard; ordinary explosives can't break it."

"Just stick it to the corner and fry a hole in it, but don't fry the pork rib spirit inside awake."

The team members immediately sprang into action.

Two demolition experts stepped forward, took out directional fusible detonators from their bags, and carefully attached them to the edge of the sarcophagus lid.

These detonators are used to cut through heavy armor; the instantaneous high temperature they generate can burn through even fine gold.

Just as the demolition expert was setting the detonation time.

Another team member on guard duty glanced curiously into the observation window of the stone coffin next to them.

The sarcophagus of the dead is usually opaque.

However, there is a semi-transparent crystal panel on the lid of this stone coffin, which seems to be for the convenience of observing the internal condition.

The team member leaned closer and turned on the tactical flashlight on his helmet.

The beam of light penetrated the crystal panel, illuminating the space inside.

next second.

"Holy crap—!"

The team member jumped back as if electrocuted, letting out a terrified scream.

The explosive gun he was holding almost went off accidentally.

"What's wrong?!"

Kolber whirled around, his gun instantly aimed at the team member.

"This...this isn't right!"

The team member pointed at the stone coffin, his fingers trembling.

"Inside—there's no skinny pork belly inside!"

"It's a person! A living person!"

Kolber was stunned.

He pushed aside the terrified teammate and approached the crystal panel.

The beam of light shone inside.

The inside of the stone coffin was filled with a kind of green preservative gas.

And indeed, a creature was lying within that gas.

That was a human female.

Extremely thin, skin and bones, with ribs clearly visible, and skin with an unhealthy, deathly gray color.

She was naked, but covered in tiny tubes and electrodes.

The tubes were connected to instruments at the bottom of the sarcophagus, which were maintaining her weak vital signs.

Her eyes were closed, but beneath her eyelids, her eyeballs were moving rapidly, as if she were experiencing some kind of intense dream.

"this----"

What the hell?

Kohlberg felt that his worldview had been shaken.

This is the base of the space necromancers!

Why would they keep a human in their core area?

Could it be some kind of experimental sample?

Or is there something special about this human?

Just when everyone was so shocked by the sight before them that they were speechless.

"Buzz"

The green light screen at the door of the room suddenly flickered.

A figure drifted in silently.

It appears to be a mechanical entity that is taller and more bizarre than a regular undead warrior.

Its spine is raised high, like that of a hunchbacked old man, and its lower body has no legs, but is instead an anti-gravity base suspended in mid-air.

He held a long staff with green electric arcs flashing at the tip, and was surrounded by several miniature lenses that were constantly performing data calculations.

It did not show any aggressive posture, but instead hovered quietly at the doorway.

The enormous single eye first looked at the group of fully armed invaders, and then at the molten detonator attached to the sarcophagus.

at last----

Its speaker vibrated and emitted a series of extremely complex electronic noises, similar to those of an old-fashioned dial-up internet connection.

Although I couldn't understand what it was saying.

But Kolber could clearly sense the necromancer's current state.

It was probably also confused.

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