Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

Requirements: Nanoscale textile machines, polymer filaments.

Andy glanced at the industrial rubber in his hand and passed.

[Neural Tearer]

Principle: Attack the target's nervous system, causing the brain to liquefy.

Requirements: Psionic crystals, brainwave modulation chips.

Andy wanted to curse.

Does the STC database have some misunderstanding about the current industrial environment?

The solutions it offers are all top-of-the-line from the golden age, completely disregarding the reality that even screws are hard to come by in a situation like the bottom nest.

"Well, I guess I'll have to rely on myself."

Andy shut down those fancy blueprints.

He began to examine himself.

As a DAOT engineering superstar, what is his greatest strength?

strength!

Pure and violent mechanical power!

His hydraulically driven right arm can generate several tons of thrust in an instant.

If used to throw objects, the initial velocity can easily exceed the speed of sound.

You could say Andy is a walking, human cannon.

If that's the case, why not create a weapon specifically designed for "throwing"?

An idea popped into Andy's mind.

A sphere.

Inside the circular pipe, the irregular bouncing of the sphere can cover all the blind spots.

But this can't be an ordinary iron ball; it has to have some "seasoning".

Andy immediately used the modeling software and began to manually draw the blueprints.

Ten minutes later, a design called "Chainsaw Explosion Bead" was finalized.

The main structure is a hollow steel ball the size of a fist, made of high-carbon chromium bearing steel previously removed from the bearings of armored vehicles, which has extremely high hardness.

Andy designed six spiral grooves on the surface of the steel ball.

Inside the groove, there is a folding blade.

These blades are made from scrap shape memory alloy, making them incredibly sharp.

The key lies in its deployment mechanism.

Andy doesn't need complex motor control.

He utilized the most basic physical principle—centrifugal force.

When Andy throws the steel ball at supersonic speed, the ball will spin at high speed due to aerodynamics.

The immense centrifugal force instantly flits the blade folded in the groove out and locks it in place.

At this point, the steel ball transforms into a miniature cutting machine flying at high speed.

It can not only smash enemy bones with kinetic energy, but also cut through thick chitinous carapaces with its rotating blades.

Inside the steel ball is Andy's newly refined high-energy double-base explosive.

A simple delayed firing pin fuse was installed in the center.

When the steel ball hits a target or wall, the fuse is activated and explodes after a 0.5-second delay.

This 0.5 seconds is crucial.

It ensures that after the steel ball hits the target, it can first cut through and penetrate into the flesh before exploding.

Or it might hit a wall, bounce off behind the enemy, and then explode.

Inside a pipe with a diameter of two meters, this thing is an unsolvable barrage of bullets.

If Andy throws fast enough and throws enough, the space in front of him will be filled with countless flying steel balls, fragments, and shockwaves.

I don't care if you can climb walls or not, I don't care if you can turn invisible.

Under such intense firepower, even the most agile enemy would have to submit!

What does it mean to create miracles with great effort?!

Once the design is complete, construction will begin immediately.

Andy rushed into the workshop and started the universal automatic stamping machine.

Replace it with a hemispherical mold.

"Clang! Clang!"

The bearing steel plates were pressed into perfect hemispheres.

Andy sat down at the workbench and began assembling.

The explosives were loaded, the fuse was installed, the blades were embedded, and finally the two hemispheres were welded together.

This job requires meticulous attention, especially when loading explosives.

This yellow powder is extremely sensitive; it will explode at the slightest spark.

But Andy's hand was steady, without any tremor.

Two hours later.

Twenty heavy "chainsaw explosion beads" were neatly arranged on the table.

Their surfaces were coated with black anti-rust oil, and the cold glint of blades could be faintly seen through the spiral grooves.

Each one weighs approximately 5.5 kilograms.

Ordinary people can't even throw this thing; even if they did, it would only fly a few dozen meters.

But in Andy's hands, this is a high-tech shell with a range of over 100 meters.

Andy found a tactical belt made from a conveyor belt and hung the twenty iron balls on his waist.

It makes a rustling sound when you walk on it, and it's quite heavy.

In addition to these, Andy also brought along the refurbished chainsaw as a last line of defense.

As for firearms, he only carried two large-caliber automatic pistols with shortened barrels for finishing off enemies.

Finally, he put on the tan heavy-duty chemical protective suit.

This outfit has now become his signature look.

Although moving around inside the pipes is a bit cumbersome, it effectively isolates radiation and dirty water, and can also confuse the enemy to some extent.

After all, who would have thought that a seemingly bulky and clumsy man in yellow might be hiding a steel body capable of tearing apart tanks?

Gamma-9.

Andy walked out of the studio, his yellow robe looking somewhat mysterious under the lights.

"Prepare the car."

"We're going to the Acid Swamp now."

Gamma-9 was giving a speech to the newly formed Storm Squad, and they immediately stood at attention upon hearing the order.

"Yes, Sage!"

Chapter 36 Helios did it, the loving father did it, and Andy did it too (3K3!)

"Waaah—"

The roar of the engine of the bottom-nest happy car stopped at the edge of the acid swamp.

Andy looked out the window through the bulletproof glass, and the blue light in his electronic eye flickered.

Something is wrong here.

Something is very wrong.

The acid swamp used to be deathly silent, except for the occasional burst of poisonous bubbles and the whistling of the wind blowing through the rusty iron frame.

The beaked doctors usually hide behind the black defensive wall, scrutinizing every creature that approaches with indifferent eyes. If a patient is penniless or worthless, they will immediately be sent to talk to the flesh puppet.

But today, it's unusually lively here.

At the entrance of the camp, several huge cooking pots were set up.

Underneath the pot, crackling chemical fuel blocks burned, while inside, a thick, eerily pale green broth simmered.

Hundreds of ragged refugees, covered in sores, stood in a long line, holding broken bowls and wearing a kind of blissful smile that was almost idiotic.

Beside the large pot, those usually menacing-looking doctors with bird-beaks were surprisingly not wearing gloves today.

With their hands covered in pustules and festering red spots, they personally used spoons to distribute soup to the refugees.

While sending the message, he was muttering something to himself.

Andy turned on the microphone outside the car.

"Drink it, it will stop hurting."

"This is a gift from a loving father."

"Feel the rhythm of life, and praise the great cycle."

Gamma-9, who was sitting in the passenger seat and had been fiddling with his automatic gun, shuddered when he heard the sound, and the gun in his hand almost went off accidentally.

"Heretical... heresy!"

The Gamma-9's voice has a distinct vibrato.

"My sage, there's...an ominous smell in that soup!"

Andy didn't say anything, but silently increased the magnification of the vision sensor.

He saw clearly the condition of those refugees.

An old man had a huge gangrenous wound on his leg, deep enough to expose the bone.

The wound did not heal after taking a sip of the green soup.

On the contrary, the granulation tissue in the wound began to grow wildly, turning into a constantly wriggling pink ball of flesh that quickly filled the wound and even overflowed.

The old man seemed to feel nothing was wrong. Instead, he threw away his cane, laughed loudly, and danced in circles, shouting that his leg was healed.

Andy sighed.

To harbor filth.

The evil god who governs disease, decay, death, and rebirth among the four Chaos Gods is affectionately known as "Father of Mercy" by believers.

The doctrines of Nurgle are bizarre, and arguably the most deceptive.

He didn't care about killing or conspiracy.

He only cares about life itself.

To Nurgle, decay is not the end, but the beginning of another kind of life.

Maggots growing on corpses and bacteria multiplying in wounds are all vibrant new life.

When a person is struggling in despair, begging to live no matter what, to stop the pain no matter what, Nurgle will cast his gaze upon them.

He takes away your sense of pain, grants your body immortality through decay, and allows your spirit to attain bliss through the pleasures of the virus.

For those living in hell like those in the bottom nest, this "gift" is simply irresistible.

"It seems the mess caused by the Helios Group is bigger than I imagined."

Andy opened the car door, his khaki hazmat suit fluttering in the wind.

Helios's activities at the bottom nest destroyed the ecosystem, forcing the Rust Brotherhood to run out of food and the Birdbeak Doctors to run out of medicinal herbs.