Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming

Chapter 138 You, go and build me a Gundam! (4k7 completed)

Horisonburg, East Underground District.

This place has turned into a black ocean.

"Clang!"

The last piece of black sheet metal that had just been converted was picked up by the robotic arm and neatly stacked on the pallet next to it.

Andy stood on the high platform, looking down at the mountains of supplies piled up below.

General-purpose funerary machinery sheet material.

All of them are standard parts of the Panax notoginseng specification, a versatile type.

The quantity was extremely large, amounting to a full three hundred tons.

In the past few days, Andy has hardly let Hughie rest.

press!

Rampant exploitation!

Whenever the girl tries to slack off even slightly, Andy's voice will ring out on the radio on time, reminding her that she hasn't met her KPI for the day.

Under this intense pressure, the previously accumulated remains of the Netherworld Beetles, the spines of the Wraiths, and all sorts of miscellaneous low-level undead junk have all been transformed into these standardized industrial raw materials.

As for the two most precious living metal plates, there is also a whole bunch of outrageously advanced components.

Andy didn't move.

He had those things carefully sealed in the core constant-temperature zone, and even added a combination lock.

The reason is simple: we don't have enough technological reserves right now.

No one can touch materials of this caliber until the perfect processing technology is mastered!

Andy is a typical hamster-type player.

Good stuff should be saved for the late game; in the early game, you can only make do with scraps!

"Okay, this batch is finished."

Andy glanced at the progress bar and finally, out of compassion, issued the shutdown command.

Below, next to the round platform, Hughie slumped in a chair, her face paler than a corpse.

The light in her green eyes had faded, and she exuded a颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it conveys a sense of listlessness, apathy, and a feeling of wanting to die) aura.

Although operating the analysis station does not require physical strength, it does require extremely high levels of mental concentration and computational power.

After working for three days and three nights straight, even with the support of her phase neural nodes, her brain was about to explode.

"Go and rest. I'll give you half a day off."

Andy said casually, then turned and walked into a makeshift laboratory next door.

He wasn't idle either.

In the past few days, besides supervising the construction, Andy has devoted all the remaining computing power to an extremely tedious, difficult, and inhumane task.

Learn.

Study the multidimensional geometry of necromancy.

Although he now has Hughie, a human-shaped universal key, as long as he throws the thing at her, she will most likely be able to handle it.

But Andy's underlying logic is that he's an iron man.

Iron Man doesn't trust anyone, not even his own kind, let alone a super bio-weapon that is half-human and half-dead.

We must master core technologies ourselves!

Even if you only grasp the basics, or just understand the general principles, it's better than being completely clueless.

Andy doesn't want all the equipment he has to become scrap metal if Hughie runs away one day!

Andy walked to the worktable and picked up a black sphere that was only the size of a fist.

This is what he has learned in the past two days.

A Frankenstein's monster cobbled together using STC technology and necromantic geometry.

[The sound of the underworld worker probing]

Andy found a blueprint in the STC database for a tactical sonar detection unit called "Echo".

The principle behind this device is to emit high-frequency sound waves and use echolocation to construct a three-dimensional map.

It was originally quite ordinary, but these past few days, Andy has been studying necromantic geometry so hard that he's actually started to understand some of the concepts.

He discovered that the reason why ghostly spirits could pass through walls and become invisible was because their bodies were covered with a special phase-shifting force field.

This force field allows matter to exist in a superposition state where it "both exists and does not exist".

And so Andy had a bold idea.

What if this phase shift force field generator were mounted on a sonar probe?

Sound waves attenuate when passing through objects, but when enveloped by a phase force field, they can ignore the obstruction of matter and penetrate walls, rock layers, and even energy shields to clearly see the internal structure.

A true physics-based X-ray vision cheat!

It was theoretically perfect, but in the actual manufacturing process, Andy almost turned himself red-hot.

Because the underlying logic of these two technologies is completely conflicting.

One is acoustic vibration based on human physics, and the other is dimensional interference based on necromancy technology.

To integrate them together requires extremely complex transcoding and coordination.

Andy used brute force computing power and tried tens of thousands of times before he finally managed to create the prototype he had.

This thing currently only has an outer shell and a core generator; it doesn't even have a driver.

Because it requires too much real-time computation, and Andy's current processor is also responsible for monitoring the entire Horisonburg defense system, it simply cannot allocate enough threads to run this broken probe.

"Shuri!"

Andy shouted towards the door.

Hughie, who was just about to go to sleep, froze and slowly moved over: "If you dare make me work overtime again, I'll kill myself."

"Don't make that face, it's a good thing."

Andy tossed the probe to her.

"Continue."

Hughie instinctively caught the probe, glanced at it, and then gave it a look that said she was an idiot.

"You're stuffing human voices into a phase generator? Who are you trying to blow up?"

"I didn't tell you to blow it up." Andy pointed to his head. "My computing power isn't enough, and the phase calibration of this thing is too troublesome."

"You attach it to your neural nodes, use your brain as a server, and help me run the driver."

Hughie: "?"

"I am a noble mechanic! Not your external graphics card!!!"

Andy: "I'm currently arranging renovations for a single suite."

Hughie was silent for two seconds.

Silently, he attached the probe to the nerve interface on the back of his neck.

"Buzz"

The probe emitted a ring of eerie green light and then floated up.

Hughie's eyes instantly became vacant as a massive stream of data began to flood her neural network.

Although she kept saying no, her body betrayed her, and her performance was truly remarkable.

The complex phase algorithm that gave Andy a headache was as simple as 1+1 in her mind.

"Let's go and see how it works."

Andy led Hughie to the edge of the huge space well.

"Throw the probe down."

Hughie controlled the suspended probe, slowly lowering it into the bottomless darkness.

Andy immediately connected his vision sensor to the data port that Hughie had shared.

The scene unfolds.

It is not an ordinary optical image, but a three-dimensional perspective view composed of lines and color blocks.

The black rock face appeared as a translucent gray grid in view.

The obstacles that used to block the view have now all disappeared.

The probe continued to descend.

We passed through the thick layer of rock and through the sealed gate.

The scene below was displayed before Andy's eyes without reservation.

It was a huge underground lair.

The densely packed red dots represent individual living beings.

"The quantity is...so much."

Andy looked at the red dots; STC was counting them automatically.

[Target count: 5992.]

Nearly six thousand Reissians!

This number is slightly more than Andy had previously estimated.

Moreover, among these red dots are hundreds of large, extremely bright light spots.

Those were the elite units of the Reiss, whose combat capabilities completely outclassed the scythe sentries who had fought Kolber to a standstill that day.

The gaze continued downwards.

Deep within the nest, at the heart of a massive mid-section maintenance base 4,500 meters deep.

There was an extremely large red orb that took up half the screen.

It didn't move; it just lay there quietly, surrounded by countless thick pipes.

Lord of the Reiss Nest.

It is constantly producing new offspring while simultaneously directing the operation of the entire colony.

"finally found you."

Andy looked at the big red dot, his feelings a mix of emotions.

With this probe, the reconnaissance problem that had been troubling him for so long was completely solved.

Moreover, this experiment also verified something else.

That's the communication technology of the necromancers.

In this deep underground space filled with electromagnetic interference, radio signals should have been cut off long ago.

But Hughie was still able to clearly control the probe and transmit high-definition data back in real time.

Because the necromancer's communication relies on a holographic field, it ignores terrain and distance, and there is no delay!

This means that Andy's previous plan, which involved the arduous task of laying fiber optic cables and installing repeaters, can be scrapped.

Once you master this technology, it's equivalent to having a battlefield communication network that covers all terrains without blind spots.

"Alright, take it back."

Andy disconnected the connection.

Hughie swayed slightly, her head rose rapidly, and flew back into her hand.

She rubbed her temples, her complexion looking even worse; clearly, this high-intensity computing load was not easy for her either.

"Go back and rest. This time you're really getting a day off."

Andy waved his hand, dismissing the errand boy.

He stood alone at the edge of the platform, looking down into the darkness.

Now that we have a clear understanding of the enemy's strengths and weaknesses, it's time to consider how to fight them.

Six thousand Reissians, several hundred elite units, and a hive master of unknown strength.

This bone is very hard.

If we send the Stormtroopers and the Heavy Guards down for a direct assault—

Andy simulated it in his mind.

The terrain is narrow and there are many bunkers; it is the home ground of the Reiss.

Human soldiers, no matter how well-equipped, will find themselves in a fierce battle if they go down there.

Deaths and injuries are inevitable.

Andy shook his head.

No.

The soldiers he has now are all promising talents, destined to become officers. He would be heartbroken if even one of them died.

Trading elite troops for the lives of aliens is a terrible deal.

Then send a sergeant?

That won't work either. Although the Type 2 fighter servants are fearless, their intelligence is too low.

In this complex three-dimensional environment, they could easily be divided and surrounded by the Reiss using the terrain, and then defeated one by one.

No matter how many you build, it's just sending people to their deaths.

Moreover, the servants lacked firepower, and were only armed with high-explosive crossbows and chainsaw swords, thus lacking suppressive power.

A new unit of measurement is necessary.

A heavy unit with thick skin, fierce firepower, and the ability to adapt to complex terrain.

It must be able to stand at the forefront, ignoring the Reiss's scythes and stealthy attacks, and push through with overwhelming firepower and armor.

"robot."

The word popped into Andy's head.

They are not the kind of servants that only follow orders, but heavy combat robots with a certain degree of autonomous combat capability.

Just like the cleaning machines in Xiao Liu's hands.

Moreover, STC's database contains ready-made drawings.

[Fortress-level assault robot].

Standing four meters tall, fully covered in heavy armor, equipped with rotary cannons and flamethrowers on both arms, and missile launchers on its back.

If this thing were built and used to block the passage, no matter how many Reiss came, they would all die.

"make!"

Andy immediately returned to the studio and retrieved the blueprints.

The materials are readily available.

The warehouse was filled with newly converted universal funerary materials.

It has high strength and can change local shapes through programming, making it perfect for making robots.

Andy began to work with great enthusiasm.

He used spare parts in a precision machining center to cut out the robot's skeleton.

Then, the pieces of the ghost crafting materials were pasted on one by one to make the armor.

This step went smoothly.

In less than two hours, a majestic robot shell stood on the worktable.

The matte black armor, with its menacing design, looks very reassuring.

"Next is the core."

Andy brought out several high-performance servo motors and a fire control program chip he wrote himself.

He began internal assembly.

however.

A problem has arisen.

"Click."

Andy attempted to connect the servo motor's control cable to the power interface of the Psychic Plate.

No response, absolutely no response.

The swarm of nanobeetles inside the Minggong board does not recognize electrical signals at all.

They only recognize holographic force field beams!

"Tsk, this is a bit troublesome."

Andy frowned.

It's like trying to plug a USB connector into a high-voltage power line; not only will it not fit, but the logic won't work either.

STC's drawings are based on electronic circuit logic design, and all sensors, drivers, and controllers are driven by current.

The materials he possessed, however, were based on necromancy's phase technology and force field conduction.

These two systems represent true "reproductive isolation".

Andy refused to believe it and started trying to make a transcoder by hand.

He used a universal cable as a bridge in an attempt to convert the current signal into a force field beam.

failure.

The signal delay was as high as 2.33 seconds, and the robot's slightest movement sounded like a stroke.

He then tried to modify the underlying logic of STC to make the control chip adapt to the way the necromancers conduct their signals.

failure.

The chip was overloaded and burned out.

It took a full five hours to figure it out.

Andy's workbench was piled high with charred circuit boards and discarded parts.

That seemingly powerful robot was still just an empty shell, unable to move even a finger.

Andy sat in the chair, feeling the temperature of his processor core soar to the red line.

The fan was whirring behind my head.

"That doesn't make sense!"

"This doesn't make sense!"

Andy stared at the pile of scrap metal and fell into deep self-doubt.

He's made of iron!

The technological culmination of a golden age!

How come you can't even create a slightly more advanced robot?

If this gets out, won't it be ridiculed as an interstellar joke for ten thousand years?!

But that's just how it is.

The barriers of a technological system are sometimes thicker than the barriers between dimensions.

He understands human technology and also has a rudimentary understanding of alien technology.

But that doesn't mean he can perfectly blend the two together.

Especially when it comes to the most fundamental things like core logic and energy transmission, even the slightest incompatibility can cause the entire system to crash.

"Forget it, let's just destroy it."

Andy slammed the welding torch he was holding onto the table.

He gave up.

Instead of stubbornly struggling in an area you're not good at, why not—

Should we find a professional?

Andy's mind conjured up a figure who, despite looking dejected, possessed an absolute talent for dealing with necromancy.

Hughie.

She is a necromancer abandoned by the undead, and her mind is still filled with advanced necromancer control protocols.

This cross-system integration challenge was like a foreign language to Andy, but it might have been instinctive for her.

Leave professional tasks to professionals.

Andy instantly found himself a perfect way to save face.

This is called knowing people and assigning them to suitable positions!

That's called management wisdom!

It's definitely not because I'm bad at the game!

Andy immediately picked up the sketch that he had drawn on messily, covered with all sorts of corrections and angry annotations.

He created a new requirements list above.

[Requirement: Heavy bipedal combat mech.]

Height: 4-5 meters.

[Armor: Full-coverage Netherworld Plate (it needs to be thick!)]

[Weapons: Left hand: Twin-barreled rotary bolter; Right hand: High-frequency concussive greatsword.]

[Powertrain: Hybrid backpack.]

[Core Requirements: Proactive! Capable of fighting! Obedient to commands! Resilient and durable!]

After writing this...

Andy, holding the "design drawing," strode out of the studio.

Employee dormitory area.

Hughie had just finished showering and was lying on the bed, ready to enjoy her rare vacation.

"Bang!"

There was a knock on the door.

Hughie buried her head in the pillow, pretending not to hear.

"Open the door, it's the delivery guy."

Andy's emotionless electronic voice came from outside the door.

Hughie sighed, looked utterly dejected, got up, wrapped herself in a towel, and opened the door.

Andy stood in the doorway.

Without saying a word, he shoved the sketch right into Hughie's face.

"Holiday canceled."

Andy pointed to the sketch of a mecha that looked almost like a stick figure.

He declared confidently, "You, go and build me a Gundam!"

Hughie: ? ? ?

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