Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming

Chapter 134 Blasphemy Against the Great God

"So it really didn't work after all —"

Andy retracted the data probe from his right index finger.

The probe tip was still slightly warm, but no useful data feedback was obtained.

Connection failed.

Just now, Andy tried to physically access a neural node interface at the back of this girl's neck, attempting to read her underlying information through a data handshake and directly communicate at the level of consciousness.

The result was a string of red gibberish, indicating a complete protocol mismatch.

That makes sense, considering it was the work of a tomb engineer.

The programming language used by Ribs Spirit is based on multidimensional geometry and necromancy, which is a completely different system from the complex variable languages ​​of the golden age of mankind.

Without the brute-force transcoding function of the parser, Andy couldn't understand the contents at all with his probe alone.

But carrying her back to the underground East District now feels like too much of a hassle.

Andy looked at the skinny, naked girl in front of him.

She remained lying there, silent and motionless, simply staring at Andy.

His eyes weren't empty; instead, they carried a chilling, scrutinizing quality.

Andy's core logic began to operate at high speed, analyzing the current situation.

Untouchables are an extremely scarce strategic resource for the Empire.

Normally, once such a person is discovered, the court's black ship will immediately come to arrest them.

If they are lucky, they will be sent to Holy Terra and, after brutal training, become "Silent Sisters".

If you're unlucky, you'll be stuffed into the Temple of the Assassins in Krysus and turned into a killing machine called "Calitus".

The fact that this girl in front of us was captured by the space necromancers and transformed into a high-level variant of the "Necromancer Abandoner" indicates that she originally had extremely high potential.

She might be a gifted apprentice in some quiet nunnery, or she might be a key target for infiltration on the Black Ship.

Then, they were robbed by a bunch of incredibly arrogant skinny guys.

It sounds absurd, but upon closer inspection, it's actually quite reasonable for the Ribs Demon to go directly to the local monastery to capture people!

mad!

That's just crazy!

Thinking about this, Andy suddenly felt a little panicked.

If she really is a nun in training for the Silent Sisters, then there's a lot of trouble ahead.

Because the Sisters of Silence all have a very peculiar trait: they have taken a "pledge of silence" and will never speak.

They communicate using a complex system of gestures called "tactical hand signals".

The key point is, Andy doesn't understand this stuff!

Although the STC database contains thousands of language packs and even has some automatic update capabilities, it doesn't have the Silent Sisters' internal encrypted sign language!

If this girl suddenly starts making all sorts of complicated gestures at him, Andy will be left staring blankly, and the scene will definitely be extremely awkward.

"No, we need to take the initiative."

Andy made a decision.

We can't let her use gestures; we have to force her to communicate in a common way.

Andy turned and walked to the workbench, grabbing a blank industrial data board that hadn't yet been programmed.

His finger flicked out a probe and inserted it into the interface of the data board.

In two seconds, Andy wrote a small program inside.

Most portable data tablets have very limited functionality, typically only used to read preset prayers, view fixed charts, or receive commands from superiors.

Functions similar to "notes" or "plain text editors" on 21st-century smartphones have become rare in this era.

Andy manually created a very simple text input interface, and to accommodate potential cultural differences, he also specifically loaded a bidirectional dictionary of Low Gothic and High Gothic languages.

"Take it."

Andy handed the data panel to the girl.

I know you can understand me.

"If you don't want to use gestures, or if you have something you're hesitant to say, just write it down here."

The girl glanced down at the data panel.

She reached out her withered hand, with its underlying high-tech wiring, and took it.

The movements were very steady, and the fingers were extremely flexible, with much less of the stiffness that one feels when just waking up.

She didn't show any unfamiliarity with the electronic device; on the contrary, she skillfully touched the screen with her fingertips and brought up the input method.

Andy watched her movements with great interest.

next second.

A line of standard Low Gothic characters appeared on the screen.

Stop scanning me, I know you hate intelligence.

"Buzz"

The six small balls behind Andy suddenly spun around once.

What the hell!

You've been seen through!

Moreover, his true nature was seen through at a glance, without any physical contact and only in a face-to-face setting.

Andy's right hand instantly switched into the form of a vibrating blade.

If the opponent shows even the slightest intention to attack, he will definitely strike without hesitation.

But the girl didn't look up; she just continued typing on the screen.

Don't be nervous, I'm too lazy to report you.

[I possess phase neural nodes, and my visual abilities are beyond dimensions. In my eyes, the human skin you wear simply doesn't exist; I can directly see the logical radiance within your core.]

[It was blue, cold, and powerful, unlike the ashen red light of the Mechanicus, and unlike the chaotic, mixed colors of human souls.]

Only someone who despises intelligence could be so pure.

As Andy looked at the words, he slowly lowered his guard and returned his hand to its original position.

Phase neural nodes.

This thing is really amazing; it even comes with built-in X-ray vision and a true sight!

No wonder the Necromancers went to so much trouble to create this thing; it's practically a born scout, assassin, and spy hunter.

The girl's fingers were still flying across the screen.

What followed gave Andy a long-lost sense of familiarity.

[That damned tomb engineer, that skeletal bastard with a brain full of shit, locked me in that lousy lab for four thousand years!]

Four thousand years! Do you know how I've lived through these four thousand years?!

They insert different tubes into me every day, pouring unknown liquids into my body!

[And she keeps spouting that nonsense about biological transformation in my ear, saying that the physical body is a burden and metal is eternal!]

Fuck eternity, fuck space necromancy!

If I had the chance, I would definitely call him a soulless, inferior silicon-based waste to his face, someone who doesn't even deserve to be called a life!

And those rotten, reeking old hags of the state religion—they said I was chosen by the God-Emperor, then turned around and sold me to the Inquisition's black ship!

This world is utterly rotten! Everyone's a fool! Everyone's an idiot!

The text on the data panel is becoming more and more abundant, the language is becoming increasingly vulgar, and the perspective is becoming increasingly blasphemous.

She cursed not only the dead, but also Chaos, the Empire, the State Religion, the Inquisition, and the fate that had turned her into this wretched state.

The words reveal resentment, cynicism, and a complete rejection of the existing order.

It's practically a living encyclopedia of imperial blasphemy.

To put it another way, the difference between her level of blasphemy and M2 Andy's is...

That might be the only thing missing is a hint of a weasel!

In the human empire, even the slightest questioning of a planetary governor's tax policies could be labeled as heresy.

This girl went straight to the heart of the matter and cursed everyone.

As Andy looked at these words, he felt a strange resonance.

The tone, the logic, the "let's destroy it already" mentality!

So familiar!

Isn't this just like the style of those irritable guys on the internet in my past life?

Although she was transformed into an alien weapon, her core still retains extremely strong human emotions, making her even more human than ordinary people.

"Alright, alright."

Andy reached out and pressed down on the data panel, interrupting her spellcasting.

If she keeps writing, the memory on this board will be exhausted.

"I can tell you're very dissatisfied with the current situation, but you don't seem to have any hostility towards me."

"That's good, we have a common language."

Andy withdrew his hand: "But I have a question."

This is Andy's biggest question right now, and it's something he needs to figure out.

Since she wasn't the Silent Sisters and was quite lucid, she could still speak blasphemous language so fluently in Low Gothic.

Why aren't you saying anything?

Andy pointed to her mouth.

"Your vocal organs shouldn't be damaged, right? Necromancers may be vulgar, but they wouldn't cut off your vocal cords."

"If you can speak, why bother typing?"

The girl looked up and glanced at Andy.

She typed a line on the screen, then turned the screen around and shoved it in Andy's face.

The font size has been deliberately increased, made bold, and highlighted.

【nonsense.】

I haven't brushed my teeth properly in millennia.

Andy:

."

Andy stared at that line of text, his core logic failing him for a full second.

He had imagined countless possibilities.

For example, vocal cord damage, nerve blockage, psychological trauma, or some profound tactical consideration.

But he never expected it.

The reason was actually this?!

Didn't brush your teeth?!

"Just because of this?" Andy couldn't help but ask.

The girl rolled her eyes, and although there was no white in her eyes, the gesture was very expressive.

She continued writing:

Do you know what it's like to be soaked in a broken coffin for four thousand years?

If I were to open my mouth to speak—damn, I don't want to say anything more!

In short, I am a hygienic and well-mannered person, unlike those unkempt barbarians.

Andy's first reaction was that this was utterly ridiculous, absurd to the extreme!

You, a super biological weapon whose skeleton has been replaced with living metal, actually shut yourself up over such a trivial matter?

Are you kidding me, playing a space-themed joke?

This is as absurd as if the Great Demon Khorne would disinfect his axe before chopping someone down!

But upon closer reflection, for a girl who once had a normal human life but was later forced to soak in jars for thousands of years, her strong obsession with personal hygiene may be the last line of defense for maintaining her self-identity.

Andy suddenly realized that this reason—

That's fucking reasonable!

And there's no way to refute it!

"Understood."

Andy expressed his understanding.

"I'll have someone send you a set of toiletries and some clothes later."

The girl nodded, indicating her satisfaction.

She typed a few more words and then tossed the data panel back to Andy.

Hughie Campbell.

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