Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming

Chapter 133 Bringing Back a Big Daddy

Another six hours of forced march.

When the black walls of Horisonburg came into view, Kolber and his team finally relaxed.

From the moment they set off, to their infiltration of the Underworld Research Institute, and then their frantic return with their spoils, the entire journey took only fourteen hours.

Twelve hours of that time were spent traveling, with only a little over an hour actually spent inside the pocket space.

It can be said to be the shortest and fastest-paced special operation since the establishment of Deep Space Industries.

Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometers away in the wilderness...

Reagan Lazarus's engineering team was still struggling through the swirling yellow sand and radioactive dust.

According to the off-road speed of heavy trucks.

They will need at least two more days and two nights to haul back the thermal base station and geothermal power generation equipment that they just recovered.

The underground core area, the final assembly workshop.

Andy stood on the high platform, looking at the special forces soldiers who had just removed their armor and were steaming hot.

Everyone has returned to the team.

Six people set off, and six people returned.

Apart from some severe damage to the power armor and a few unfortunate individuals suffering bone injuries, there were no fatalities.

The others suffered muscle strains due to overloaded motor driving.

There wasn't even a serious injury.

Looking at the battle damage report, Andy's core logic paused slightly.

He was indeed a little surprised.

Keep in mind, that's the territory of the Necromancers. Even if it's just a semi-dormant Necromancer research institute, its defenses are strong enough to swallow up a fully armed Astral Army company.

According to Andy's original estimate, if half of the team could return, it would be a great victory.

But on second thought, this outcome was actually inevitable.

The three days of intensive simulation training were not in vain.

These soldiers had an absolute instinct ingrained in their minds: only by staying alive could they fight back.

When encountering an enemy you can't defeat, your first reaction isn't to fight to the death, but to immediately use your power backpack to run away and use your mobility to kite your opponent.

This tactical style might be seen as cowardly and dishonorable by the Imperial regular army.

But in Andy's eyes, this was "efficient".

Deep space industry doesn't need cannon fodder to fill in the gaps, but rather real group soldiers who can combine their brains and equipment, complete missions in high-risk environments, and bring back spoils alive.

After this battle, this unit was truly formed.

It can be said that they have the potential to become the first elite army group in the deep space industry.

"Well done."

Andy stepped down from the platform, his gaze sweeping over the five large sacks piled high.

The sack was opened, and all sorts of good things poured out onto the ground.

The value of these things cannot be measured in money; they represent new and advanced branches of the technology tree.

Andy entered a series of commands on the data panel.

"This mission is rated S."

Andy's voice echoed through the workshop: "All official team members who participated in the operation will be rewarded with 6,000 contribution points each."

Upon hearing the number "six thousand," the soldiers present began to breathe heavily.

In the current economic system of the deep space industry, this is a considerable sum of money.

Maintaining the basic food and water needed for an adult to survive for a day requires approximately 2 contribution points.

Replacing a weapon with a brand new automatic weapon and adding a tactical rail costs anywhere from 60 to 150 points.

Six thousand points.

This means they can directly buy their own two-bedroom apartment in that newly renovated, upscale residential building in the living area, which has hot water and air conditioning available 24/7.

In this wasteland world where you have to sleep with one eye open, having a completely safe, comfortable home of your own is something countless people wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Now, they'll have it soon!

"Thank you, Boss!!"

"The boss is loyal!"

The cheers nearly blew the roof off the workshop.

Andy waved his hand, signaling for the spoils to be sent to the core constant-temperature zone, before turning his gaze to the back of the group.

Vita was standing there, looking somewhat awkward.

Beside him stood the large trophies he had carried all the way back.

A strange girl who was thin and bony, with gray hair that reached her ankles, and who exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

"Bring her up."

Andy turned and walked toward the elevator.

Andy's Studio, on the third floor of the research tower.

The bright LED lights made the girl's image appear even more eerie.

She was still naked, her grayish-white skin clinging tightly to her bones, revealing clearly the blood vessels beneath and numerous subcutaneous implants that were not part of the human physiological structure.

She stood there, neither speaking nor moving, her eyes burning with green flames as she quietly observed Andy.

There were no emotional fluctuations that humans should have—no fear, no curiosity, no shame whatsoever.

It's like a machine in standby mode.

Andy sat behind the worktable, a red electronic eye locked onto her.

STC deep scan initiated.

A red laser beam scanned her body from head to toe, reading her entire structure, genetic sequence, and the energy response of her implants.

The data stream was refreshing rapidly in Andy's field of vision.

A few seconds later, a red recognition box framed her head.

[Trait: Untouchable.]

[Implant: Living metal skeleton/phase neural nodes/high-order control protocol]

[Overall assessment: Necromancer Abandoned - High-level variant.]

Undead Abandoner?

What is this thing again?

Andy's processor was working at high speed, searching for relevant information in his brain.

Soon, a long-forgotten memory was brought to light.

Andy remembered.

Oh!

Isn't this the unit that was removed from the game by GW?

In early versions of 40K, the Necromancer Forsaken was a rather terrifying entity, and it even produced pieces.

However, GW later retconned the game, and this unit disappeared from the official unit list and background story.

But that doesn't mean they don't exist.

In this real Warhammer universe, there are no version updates or patches; what has existed simply exists.

The so-called Necromancers are essentially a type of extremely vicious biological weapon.

Although space necromancers have no souls, they deeply hate psionic energy and fear the power of the warp.

So they came up with a solution.

They are searching the Milky Way for an extremely rare variant of humanity, the Untouchables.

These people are born without souls and have no projection in the warp; they are essentially mobile anti-psychic black holes.

Any psychic who gets close to them will feel extreme nausea and pain, and their psychic powers will be rendered ineffective.

The necromancers captured these precious "soulless" beings and subjected them to inhumane modifications.

The skeleton is replaced with living metal, the nervous system is replaced with necromancy-based technological loops, and the brain is transformed into a killing machine that only obeys orders.

It retains the physical shell of a human and the characteristics of an untouchable being, while possessing the advanced technology of an undead body and the ability to self-repair.

This is the Necromancer, a super weapon specifically designed to hunt psykers and suppress warp fluctuations.

But this girl in front of me—

Does she appear to be a higher-order experimental variant?

The tomb engineer did not completely transform her into a mindless metal skeleton.

He preserved her brain and even a significant portion of her human appearance.

"No wonder----"

Andy looked at the "High-level Control Protocols" section in the scan report and suddenly realized what was going on.

This explains why she was able to control those blackstone blocks.

Under the modification of the tomb technician, her nervous system has been transformed into a necromancy terminal with extremely high privileges.

For those psychic constructs that lack self-awareness and rely solely on low-level code, the signals she emits are typically recognized as extremely high-level Admin commands.

It's roughly the same principle as Andy controlling the black box.

"I've struck gold!"

Andy's electronic eyes were incredibly bright.

Vita brought home a powerful father!

think about it.

If Deep Space Industries wants to explore other necromantic tombs in the future, they can simply place this girl at the front lines.

The automatic turrets across the way are ours; the gate across the way is ours.

She might even be able to turn the vehicles on the other side to her side on the spot!

This is a walking, universal key, and it even comes with an anti-psychic aura!

If you take good care of her, the efficiency of digging up graves in the future will definitely increase exponentially!

Andy suppressed his elation and turned to look at Vita, who was standing to the side.

Vita looked at Andy with a nervous expression, unsure whether his gamble was right or wrong.

After all, he threw away a whole bag of priceless parts for this girl!

"Vita," Andy said, "you did a very good job this time."

"Your judgment is accurate; her value is far greater than that large bag."

Andy picked up the data panel on the table and entered another number on top of the original 6,000 points.

"You will be awarded an additional 2,000 contribution points as a reward for your tactical insight and decisiveness."

Vita was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

Eight thousand points!

Now I can not only buy a house, but also have enough money for renovations!

"Thank you, boss! Thank you, boss!"

Vita was so excited that he saluted and turned to run away, afraid that Andy would change his mind.

"Wait," Andy called out to him. "Keep this to yourself, don't go around telling everyone."

"You know how much trouble this would cause if word got out."

If the charge of harboring abandoned undead is proven true...

Tsk tsk, those who know, know.

"I understand! I didn't see anything, I just picked up a—I picked up a little homeless person!"

Vita understood immediately and dashed out.

"Click".

The door lock clicked shut.

In the studio, only Andy and the still expressionless, thin girl remained.

Andy stood up from the chair, his tall, metallic body casting a shadow in front of the girl.

But the girl showed no fear, her green eyes still staring straight at Andy.

A stare between two non-human beings.

One is an iron man with a human soul, and the other is a necromancer with a human body.

Andy pondered how to initiate this first exchange.

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