Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

The one in front of Andy, after being hit head-on by a supersonic cannonball and exploding at point-blank range, was still able to move.

Its combat power is absolutely second only to that of sect leaders and bishops.

The fact that a monster of this caliber would appear here to personally oversee the mining operations is enough to show that the out-of-control black box holds some irresistible attraction for them.

In those few seconds that Andy was analyzing the intelligence...

The purple-skinned bald men around them had already realized what was happening.

They are low-level combat units within the Genestealer cult, typically composed of first or second-generation hybrids.

Despite their low intelligence, they are absolutely obedient to the orders of higher-ranking units.

"kill!"

"Kill him!!"

Seeing their commander wounded, dozens of purple-skinned bald men let out piercing screams, brandishing pickaxes and crowbars, and surged towards Andy like a tidal wave.

Andy didn't even bother to back away.

His left hand drew the modified, high-powered chainsaw from his waist, while his right hand continued to retrieve explosive beads from his tactical belt.

"Om-!!"

The chainsaw blade's teeth rotated at high speed, creating a whooshing sound.

A bald man with purple skin, who was at the forefront, swung his pickaxe down on someone's head.

Andy didn't even look, and swung his left hand back.

"Pfft!"

The high-speed rotating saw cut through the purple-skinned bald man's body as smoothly as a hot knife through butter.

There was no hindrance whatsoever.

The bald man with purple skin had his body cut in half diagonally at the waist, with his internal organs and purple blood splattered all over the ground.

Andy's movements did not stop for the first time.

The chainsaw blade flew up and down in his hands, each swing taking the life of a henchman.

At the same time, he exerted force with his right arm again.

The second one, the third one, the fourth one...

He continuously hurled the chainsaw-blasting beads at a rate of one per second at the pureblood who was struggling to reorganize its attack in the distance.

Andy did not smash the steel ball directly into it.

These advanced units have strong combat instincts; after suffering setbacks, they begin to instinctively dodge direct fire.

Therefore, Andy's throwing targets were the walls, the ground, and the ceiling around the purebloods.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The steel ball bounced at high speed against the hard alloy pipe wall, and the spinning blades drew dazzling sparks on the wall.

Then, explosions occurred at various unexpected angles.

Andy's STC fire control system demonstrated its terrifying computing power at this moment.

It precisely calculates the parabola, rebound angle, and explosion range of each steel ball.

The entire underground cavity was instantly engulfed by endless blades, fragments, and shockwaves.

Countless blades and fragments shot back and forth in the space, forming a steel barrage with no blind spots.

The interval between each explosion was less than two seconds; blades and shrapnel were still flying around when the next explosive bead came flying in.

As a result, the pureblood gene stealer was completely stunned.

It can dodge frontal attacks, but it cannot dodge shockwaves that explode from behind, above, or even underfoot.

It tried to climb the wall, but just as it reached the top, a steel ball exploded on the ceiling above its head, and countless fragments pinned it back to the ground.

It tried to charge, but explosions kept occurring on the ground in front of it, and the shockwaves knocked it to the ground.

The Chainsaw Explosion Bead is a weapon that Andy specifically designed for this type of highly mobile enemy.

They do not pursue single-point destruction, but rather absolute regional suppression.

Under such heavy fire, any fancy footwork or agile movements become meaningless.

"Hiss!!!"

The pureblood let out a furious roar of resentment.

One of its arms was severed at the root by a rebounding blade, and the other leg had its knee blown off by the shockwave of the explosion.

The hard chitinous carapace was covered with countless bullet holes and cuts, from which purple fluid gushed out.

"Snapped!"

On Andy's side, the last purple-skinned bald man to rush up also had his head smashed by a single punch.

He flicked the blood off his chainsaw and stopped the massacre.

He had already thrown out fifteen of the twenty explosive beads from his belt.

There wasn't a single enemy standing in the entire underground cavity.

The echoes of the explosion still reverberated, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and roasted meat.

Andy stood amidst the scattered limbs and pools of purple blood, his tan hazmat suit covered in filth.

He slowly walked toward the pureblood gene stealer who had been blown beyond recognition.

This once invincible apex predator is now nothing but a bare torso, lying on the ground twitching helplessly, its limbs scattered in various parts.

Andy stepped forward, raised the heavy metal foot, and stomped on its chest.

"Click".

The sound of a sternum cracking.

"Speaking of which, I should thank you."

Andy looked down at the monster that was barely clinging to life and said coldly:

"If you hadn't dug up this valve so thoroughly, I really wouldn't know how to get in."

Chapter 39 Unauthorized Access

Andy stepped over the pureblood gene stealer's corpse, which had been blown to pieces.

The severed purple claw was still stuck in the gap of the alloy valve, pointing resentfully inside.

Andy didn't even glance at it. He turned sideways and squeezed his way in, his bulky khaki hazmat suit scraping against the sharp metal edges of the valve with a screeching sound.

He squeezed in.

The moment Andy entered the valve, the radiation alarm bar in the upper right corner of his vision went up to full, turning into a shocking deep purple.

[Warning: Environmental radiation level exceeds the standard by 12000%.]

[Warning: High-energy molecular reconstruction field detected.]

The air was filled with a visible purple mist. If an ordinary person, or even a Space Marine wearing power armor, stood here without a force field shield specifically designed to counter this frequency, they would be instantly killed.

But Andy is fine.

He looked down at his hands.

The surface of his tan protective suit was rapidly hardening and crystallizing, turning into a brittle purple shell that crumbled and fell in powder with his movements.

But beneath that layer of clothing lies his engineered machine from the dark age of technology.

High-density shape memory alloys have extremely stable molecular structures. Trying to shake their metal skeleton with this reconstruction field, which is designed for organic and low-density materials, is like trying to melt a piece of tungsten steel in a microwave oven.

Aside from some bubbling of the surface rust-preventive paint, Andy felt fine.

Moreover, this place is one where "once you get in, it's actually safer inside than outside," and Andy is currently inside.

"That's the Iron Man's racial talent."

Andy sighed and strode forward.

This is the core maintenance passageway underground in the factory. The once spacious corridor is now a mess.

The ceiling above had completely collapsed, and several huge I-beams twisted and stuck into the ground, blocking the way.

And in the gaps between the collapsed steel beams, Andy saw several large objects.

Automatic sentry turrets installed by the Helios Group.

Laser cannons and automatic grenade launchers mounted underneath, their dark muzzles pointing directly into the corridor.

These turrets are now in a half-dead state; the indicator lights are off, and the gun barrels have been bent askew by falling debris.

Andy slowed his pace and even deliberately reduced the output power of the hydraulic pump, turning himself into a silent ghost.

He wasn't afraid of those turrets firing.

If these turrets were to fire, they would at most give Andy a tickle.

What's truly terrifying is what's pressing down under the turret.

As mentioned before, just below the base of these turrets, in the recesses in the wall, are several wasp-like drones, which are the maintenance drones that originally came with this "black box".

Creations of the Golden Age.

They are equipped with high-energy plasma cutters used to cleave molecular bonds. Those things are even more powerful than pureblood chickens, cutting Andy's armor like cutting tofu.

Right now, the launch hatches of these drones are stuck in place by those fallen turrets.

If the turret fires, the shockwave from the explosion will most likely blast away the rocks pressing down on it, and the wasps trapped in the cage will fly out.

At that point, Andy will really have no choice but to run away.

The Helios Group's haphazard construction, in a way, saved Andy's life at that moment.

Andy carefully crawled through the gap under the turret, his movements as gentle as if he were defusing a bomb.

An obstacle appeared ahead.

A purple, semi-transparent humanoid sculpture blocked the middle of the road.

This is a purple-skinned bald man who didn't have time to escape. He is still in the posture of running outwards, and the terrified expression on his face is frozen in the purple crystal, lifelike.

Andy didn't waste any words and raised his right hand.

"boom!"

He punched it.

The crystal sculpture shattered instantly, turning into a pile of glittering fragments.

The sound was crisp and pleasant, with absolutely no disgusting scenes of blood and flesh splattering.

After clearing the roadblocks, Andy turned a corner.

Suddenly, everything became clear.

"arrive."

Core control room.

The observation window glass here has long been shattered, leaving only an empty frame.

Andy stood by the window frame, looking down at the massive core workshop below.

The place was still filled with a rich purple light, and at the center of the light stood the legendary divine machine.

At first glance, many people will be disappointed.

Because the machine itself, the so-called "black box," is actually very small.

It is a black cube with sides of about five meters, with no seams or rivets on its surface, so smooth that it can be used as a mirror.

It floats in mid-air, maintaining its stability by relying on an anti-gravity field.

However, the Helios Group added a bunch of supporting facilities around it, making it appear unusually large.

The enormous feed hopper, resembling the mouth of a monster, loomed over the black box, surrounded by thick cooling pipes and several conveyor belts that had stopped rotating.