Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

They wore fully enclosed black armor, their helmets were devoid of any emoticons, and they carried short, powerful hell guns.

Shell armor is standard issue for elite Stormtroopers of the Astrail Force. It is made of multi-layered ceramic plates and high-strength plastic steel composite, and its defensive capabilities far exceed those of ordinary bulletproof vests.

The Hellfire Gun is an enhanced version of the laser rifle. It is connected to a backpack-mounted high-energy battery pack, and the laser beam it fires can easily burn through light armor.

"Puff puff!"

Without any shouting or warning, three cylindrical objects were precisely thrown at the feet of Gamma-9 and the escort team.

"Boom! Boom!"

A blinding white light and a deafening explosion erupted instantly.

Stun grenade.

Gamma-9 let out a scream, clutching its overloaded electronic eye as it collapsed to the ground.

The other guards were also stunned and completely lost their fighting ability.

"Sizzle—! Sizzle—!"

This was followed by a dense beam of laser light.

The Hellfire Gun's high-energy laser struck the rocky cover, producing a crackling sound as the rock surface instantly melted into red-hot magma.

The guards were so suppressed that they couldn't even lift their heads.

Andy quickly climbed onto the armored vehicle, glanced at the heavy logging rifle in his hand, and saw that there were less than a hundred bullets left in the drum magazine.

Based on the rate at which the heavy logging gun consumes ammo, this amount of bullets would be used up in less than half a minute.

Moreover, using such a large-caliber armor-piercing projectile at such close range could easily cause it to ricochet and damage the wreckage of the nearby transport vehicle.

More importantly, Andy didn't want to damage the precious experimental samples; if they were broken, the research would be impossible.

"Click".

Andy simply stuck the heavy logging gun into the car.

He doesn't need a gun.

At close range of fifty meters, the DAOT engineering unit itself is the strongest weapon.

Andy's leg hydraulic system beeped.

The next second, two deep craters were blown open in the ground.

The half-ton metal body, propelled by the enormous reaction force, transformed into a gray afterimage and rushed out.

The leader of the cleanup squad reacted extremely quickly.

Seeing Andy charging towards him, he showed no panic, immediately abandoned his shooting, and instead pulled a power baton flashing with blue electric arcs from his waist.

This is a powerful propulsion weapon that uses a force field generator to produce a destructive force field at the moment of impact, capable of shattering the molecular structure of matter.

The squad leader dodged to the side, his baton flashing blue as it slammed into Andy's knee.

He wanted to disable Andy's mobility.

"when--!!!"

A loud bang.

The power baton struck Andy squarely on the side of his knee.

The blue stance erupted, sparks flying.

The squad leader originally thought that this blow would break the hydraulic rod, or at least deform and jam it.

But Andy's legs didn't even twitch.

The engineering alloys of the golden age were hard enough to make any materials science expert today question their existence.

"?" The squad leader was stunned for a moment, subconsciously thinking that he had brought some kind of counterfeit or shoddy product.

Before he could react, Andy's mechanical hand grabbed the squad leader's helmet from above.

The terrifying speed completely exceeded the limits of human nerve response.

The squad leader tried to struggle, but Andy's fingers were like five hydraulic clamps, gripping his head tightly.

"Click".

Andy used a little force.

The high-strength tactical helmet, touted as being able to withstand shrapnel from explosive bombs, groaned under Andy's strain.

The ceramic panel cracked, and the PVC outer shell deformed.

Then—"Pfft!!!"

Red and white substances squeezed out through the gaps in the deformed helmet.

The squad leader's body went limp instantly.

Andy casually tossed the body aside, like throwing away a crushed soda can.

Upon seeing this, the other cleaners immediately turned their guns on him.

"Zizzizi!"

The high-energy laser beam was fired and immediately hit Andy's chest armor.

The metal armor plate on his chest turned red instantly, and the anti-corrosion coating on the surface was burned away, leaving several charred spots.

But that's all.

This kind of hell gun, designed to target light infantry, would need to be continuously irradiated for at least half a minute to burn through this thickness of engineering armor.

But Andy wouldn't give them even half a minute.

He took a step forward and rushed directly to the soldier who was firing.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple straight punch.

"Boom!!!"

The punch, carrying several tons of kinetic energy, slammed into the soldier's chest.

The Astronauts' prized armored breastplate shattered into pieces the instant it made contact.

The enormous impact was transmitted directly into the chest cavity, shattering the soldier's sternum and ribs into powder, and causing his lungs and heart to burst instantly.

The soldier was thrown backward and crashed into the side armor of the armored vehicle behind him.

"boom!"

His body was slammed into a bloody pulp on the armor plate before slowly sliding down, leaving a gruesome trail of blood.

The remaining cleanup crew finally felt fear and tried to retreat and create distance.

But in this narrow, ruined terrain, how could a two-legged human possibly outrun a fully hydraulically driven Iron Man?

Andy charged into the crowd and launched an extremely efficient cleanup.

Grab a person's arm and pull hard, tearing the entire arm and shoulder ligaments off.

He kicked someone in the thigh, and the leg snapped in the opposite direction, the broken bone piercing through the flesh.

In the end, only the driver of one armored vehicle survived.

He tried to start the vehicle and escape, the engine roaring and the wheels kicking up dust.

Andy caught up in a few steps and grabbed the armored door handle of the driver's cab.

"crunch-"

Andy pushed off the ground with both feet and used the hydraulic rod in his waist to exert force.

The sound of metal tearing echoed throughout the arena as Andy ripped the heavy, welded-on armored door, frame and all, off.

The driver inside stared at Andy in horror, not even having time to raise the submachine gun in his hand.

Andy reached out, grabbed his tactical vest, pulled him out of the car, and slammed him to the ground.

"Click".

The sound of a cervical vertebra breaking.

The battle is over.

three minutes.

All twelve fully armed elite cleanup crews were wiped out.

The scene was littered with twisted shell fragments and mutilated corpses.

Andy stood amidst the pile of corpses, shaking the blood and brain matter off his hands.

"Got it, Gamma-9, you useless piece of trash."

Andy called out in a rather helpless manner.

This generation of motorists is really hard to manage.

At this moment, Gamma-9 was peeking half its head out from behind the bunker.

His electronic eyes were still flashing erratically, clearly damaged by the stun grenades.

But he still clearly saw the horrific scene on the battlefield.

"Om Messiah above..."

Gamma-9 trembled as it got up and made an extremely exaggerated gesture of worship towards Andy.

"This...this is the legendary close combat of sages?"

"Use your steely body to crush the heretics' flesh, and use pure power to purify their tainted souls!"

"Your fist is the wrathful hammer of the God of Machines!"

On the other side, Andy managed to stick half his body into the armored vehicle that had just been destroyed and pulled out a black hard drive.

He inserted the data probe from his finger into the hard drive's interface.

A massive amount of data flowed into his core logic instantly, with a very high level of encryption.

It took ten seconds to crack it.

When the contents were displayed before Andy's eyes, he was slightly taken aback.

Chapter 32 Ghost Backdoor

A large amount of data flowed into Andy's core logic through the probe.

It turns out that the hard drive was not just a simple storage device, but a tactical terminal of the Helios Group's security intranet that was still in operation.

It was originally connected to the command center of the Upper Nest via an encrypted channel, uploading the vital signs and mission progress of the Cleaner Squad in real time.

Now, all of these people are dead, and the terminal is in a semi-offline state with no one to supervise it.

For Andy, it was like an unlocked vault with a "Welcome" sign hanging on it.

Instead of reading the encrypted files, Andy prioritized intercepting the real-time data packets that were still in the cache.

A massive amount of fragmented information flooded his retina.

First was a task briefing, with the signatory's name highlighted in red: Jessia Hel.

His title is Executive Director of the Nest Development Department of the Helios Group.

The mission objectives are clear: retrieve the body of the experimental subject codenamed "Amethyst-03", retrieve the black box data backup numbered Box-772, and conduct a "final cleanup" of all unauthorized personnel who had contact with the site.

"Final cleanup"—that's a very clever way of putting it; to put it bluntly, it means killing someone to silence them.

Andy remembered the name: Jessia Hall.

If this woman is the mastermind behind this whole mess, then she should be the primary target for future reckoning.

Following the backend link of this terminal, Andy found an edge node of the Helios Group's security network.

Although this node has low privileges and is mainly used to download maps and update patrol routes for field teams, it still contains a huge amount of information.

A blueprint titled "Outer Defense Plan of Her Spire (7th Edition)" was displayed before Andy's eyes.

Although this map only shows a portion of the area, it clearly marks the locations of all automated sentry turrets from the 12th to the 15th level of the upper nest.