Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

Instead, there is a deep, powerful, and rhythmic hum, the sound of fan blades cutting through the airflow.

The red warning light on top of the machine flashed twice and then turned into a soft green.

"call--"

A powerful gust of air suddenly gushed out from the exhaust vents located on both sides of the hall.

This airflow dispersed the lingering stench of decay from underground, bringing in fresh air that had been filtered multiple times.

The refugees, who were still coughing and choking, were stunned.

They breathed deeply and greedily, and some even felt dizzy from the sudden increase in oxygen concentration, as if they were intoxicated by oxygen.

The hall was deathly silent, with only the steady sound of the machines running.

Andy dusted off his hands and turned around.

He saw that Gamma-9 was still gaping, and the aperture in its single eye was rapidly expanding and contracting.

Gamma-9 looked at Andy, his mind going through a storm.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably feel like an idiot for wearing a crucial part like jewelry for twenty years.

But Gamma-9 is a priest of the Mechanicus.

His logical circuit instantly completed a perfect self-strategy of closing the loop.

"I understand..."

Gamma-9 muttered to itself, then its volume suddenly increased.

"I understand!!"

He knelt down again with a thud, this time with a smoother, more sincere gait.

"This is the ultimate secret of the sacred object!"

"It's not just a talisman, it's a missing piece of the machine's soul puzzle! Sage, you actually gave away such a precious relic to this ordinary iron machine in order to save these lowly mortals!"

"What a magnificent spirit of sacrifice! What a sublime 'rite of return'!"

Upon hearing this, the apprentices and refugees around them suddenly realized what was going on.

That's it!

No wonder it couldn't be repaired before; it turns out we didn't offer the precious sacred objects as a sacrifice!

The way everyone looked at Andy changed from awe to fanaticism.

He's not only a tech genius, but also a compassionate saint!

Andy stared blankly at the group of charlatans lost in their self-pity.

He is tired.

Reasoning with these people is harder than teaching Eugene the brilliant mind to do calculus.

Moreover, the red warning text on his retina had become extremely glaring.

[Warning: 3% battery remaining.]

[Warning: Forced hibernation mode is about to begin.]

A deep sense of weakness swept over Andy's consciousness.

For an Iron Man, no electricity means death.

The fear of gradually losing consciousness is ten thousand times more terrifying than hunger.

He must get a high-powered power supply immediately.

What power source does this newly repaired air purifier use?

Geothermal generator set.

Andy looked up at the heavy blast door at the end of the hall.

STC scans revealed a small isotope thermoelectric generator behind it, which, while having a poor output, was enough to fully charge his nearly depleted battery.

"that……"

Andy spoke, his voice carrying a barely perceptible weakness, but to Gamma-9 it sounded like unfathomable indifference.

"This maintenance ceremony consumed too much of my mental energy."

Andy pointed to the door.

“I’m going to the energy core room for a deep ‘data meditation’.”

"No one is allowed to disturb me before I come out."

If this request were made under normal circumstances, Gamma-9 would definitely jump up and kill someone.

The energy core room is a forbidden area of ​​the Mechanicus; only priests with the necessary authority are allowed to enter and maintain it.

But now?

Gamma-9 didn't hesitate for even a second.

The miracle of "returning the sacred object to its rightful place" had completely shattered his psychological defenses.

Let alone getting into the energy room, even if Andy said he wanted to take off his prosthetic leg and use it as a crutch, he would have to hand it over and ask if it was comfortable to use.

"Of course! Of course!"

Gamma-9 scrambled over, pulled out an oil-stained magnetic card, and swiped it on the rusty card reader.

"Click".

The heavy explosion-proof door slowly opened.

A wave of heat hit me.

Andy looked at the fuel rod inside, which emitted a faint blue light, and felt like a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days had seen fresh meat.

He suppressed the urge to rush in, maintaining the composure of a great sage, and slowly walked in.

"close the door."

Andy said with his back to Gamma-9.

As the door slammed shut, Andy's tense body instantly collapsed.

He rushed to the generator set, flicked out a generic data probe with his finger, and forcefully shoved it into the rough maintenance interface.

"Charge! Charge! Charge! Charge! Charge! Charge! Charge!"

The moment the current surged in, Andy almost cried out in pleasure.

at the same time.

His STC database automatically performed a local area network search because it was connected to the energy network.

An encrypted message hidden in the underlying code suddenly popped up.

[Signal from the same source detected...]

Distance: 300 km.

[Signal characteristics: STC standard construction template - fragments - hydroponic farm.]

Chapter 4 Hydroponic Farm

As the last bit of current surged into his body.

The battery icon in the upper right corner of Andy's vision finally turned into a reassuring solid green.

100%.

That feeling of weakness, like the system might crash at any moment, vanished instantly.

Instead, it offers the clarity that comes from the core processor running at full power.

Andy even felt that his thinking speed had increased.

He pulled the data probe off his finger to examine the still-flashing STC signal source.

[Standard Construction Template - Fragment: Beta-Level Hydroponic Farm]

Status: Standby

[Expected output: High-calorie starch blocks, vitamin synthesis agents, purified water.]

These words were more tempting to Andy than any explosive gun or power armor.

In Warhammer 40K's bottom hives, food is hard currency, and clean food is the hardest currency of all.

The common people at the bottom of the empire usually eat corpse starch.

You can tell what it's made of just by its name: recycled dead people, mixed with all sorts of fillers and preservatives, and pressed into hard, solid bricks.

That stuff tastes like a mixture of stale oil and sand, and long-term consumption can lead to various forms of chronic poisoning.

Even so, the bottom-nest people could go completely mad for a mouthful of corpse starch.

At this point, a hydroponic farm that could produce green plants and clean starch meant that Andy could establish a real base in this godforsaken place.

Only when you are well-fed can you have the strength to mine, smelt steel, and work on the production line.

The STC in Andy's mind is just a database, while the so-called STC fragments outside often refer to hardware carriers containing some production materials, or black box facilities that can be used directly.

More importantly, the industrial environment in Warhammer 40K was terrible.

Although Andy has hundreds of thousands of blueprints ranging from "fully automated photosynthesis factories" to "planetary-level agricultural ecosystems," he can't mold them now. Even a single screw is beyond STC's current processing standards.

This fragment of a "beta-level hydroponic farm" likely contains a set of adaptive production hardware, or at least a low-end blueprint that can run on current scrap materials, which is exactly what Andy urgently needs.

Therefore, he was determined to get this STC fragment.

Andy put away the data cable and pushed open the heavy explosion-proof door of the energy room.

The air in the hall was no longer so suffocating.

The air circulator that Andy had repaired was running smoothly, emitting a reassuring hum.

The refugees, who had been listless, now seemed to have regained some spirit, and some children even started running around in the corners.

This is the power of oxygen.

Gamma-9 remained respectfully guarding the door, still holding the broken card reader used for swiping cards. When it saw Andy come out, its one eye immediately lit up.

"Sage, have you finished your meditation?"

Gamma-9 leaned closer, his tone full of anticipation.

He now believes that Andy had some kind of high-dimensional spiritual communication with the Omniscient One inside.

Andy glanced at him and nodded.

It seems that maintaining an air of mystery is the best way to control these charlatans.

Andy's gaze swept across the hall, finally landing on the guards patrolling in the corner, carrying iron pipes and homemade spears.

too weak.

Since they've decided to settle in this shelter and are even going to lead a team out to find STC, this kind of defensive force is practically suicide.

"Take me to the armory."

Andy's voice was cold.

Gamma-9 was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

The Sage is about to bestow a blessing upon our military!

He eagerly led the way, leading Andy to a locked iron cage on the other side of the hall.

"This is our sacred arsenal, which contains holy weapons collected by priests throughout the ages."

As Gamma-9 spoke, it used a huge set of keys to open the cage.

Andy went inside and took a look.

His core logic almost went wrong on the spot.

Is this what you call an armory?