Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

Andy muttered to himself.

"These bugs don't understand electronics. They don't even know where the data interface is, so how could they send a connection request to the black box?"

A connection request typically refers to an external device attempting to establish a handshake with the host via electronic signals.

But these cunning fellows are digging a tunnel with pickaxes and claws, unless...

Andy pulled up the detailed waveform diagram of the rejected signal.

He compared this set of waveforms with the radiation waveforms emitted by the machine at that time.

A few seconds later.

A conclusion that Andy found absurd emerged.

According to his previous understanding, when the black box goes out of control, it releases a high-energy radiation field in order to reconstruct the surrounding matter.

The wavelength of this radiation is extremely unique, remaining stable between 380 nanometers and 420 nanometers.

However, behind this violet radiation is a low-frequency magnetic field pulse that oscillates thousands of times per second.

In physics, this is simply a byproduct of energy overload and has no special significance.

But in biology...

Andy quickly searched the STC biological database for the term "Tyranids".

The Tyranids are a hive-mind race.

They communicate not by shouting, but by a type of biological signal called a "synaptic network".

This signal is essentially a special frequency band that is a mixture of psionic energy and bioelectricity.

And coincidentally...

This out-of-control Golden Age industrial machine emitted low-frequency magnetic field pulses that, in terms of frequency, wavelength, and even oscillation rhythm, were 99% similar to the "rallying/fusion" signals emitted by the advanced synaptic creatures of the Tyranids, such as the Hive Tyrant or the Norn Queen.

It turns out the gene stealers didn't actually want to move the machine.

In their perception, this machine emitting intense purple light and pulse signals was not a machine at all.

That was a god!

It is a newly arrived Zerg hive mother that is sending out a strong summoning signal!

The signal, roughly translated, is:

"I am hungry, children, come back to your mother's embrace, offer your life force to me, and let us become one."

This kind of call from the genetic level is irresistible to a cunning person.

That's why that purebred chicken thief recklessly ordered his men to dig a tunnel.

The purple-skinned, bald workers who had just been casually smashed by Andy showed not fear, but fervent happiness on their faces just seconds before they were turned into crystal by radiation.

Because they believed they were responding to God's call and undergoing a sacred union with the Great Mother.

They didn't even care that the result of this fusion was that the stone turned purple.

In their minds, simply entering is a form of spiritual elevation.

"This……"

Andy lay on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling, feeling that it was all too abstract.

The Helios Group's disastrous actions resulted in the creation of a counterfeit Zerg beacon.

And a pure-blooded gene stealer lurking in the bottom nest, who originally intended to destroy the world, was deceived by a false signal and lost his life.

The purple-skinned bald men, one after another, died in front of a malfunctioning printer...

"This is what happens when you blindly believe."

Whether they believe in Old Man Huang, the Subspace, or the will of the Insect Nest.

If you don't understand science, you'll eventually be taught a lesson by the laws of physics.

Especially for those from XinYa Space, that's truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

[Cooling down is complete.]

The motion control module is back online.

System restart successful.

As the red lettering on his retina disappeared, Andy felt he regain control of his body.

The hydraulic pump was repressurized, emitting a slight hum.

He got up from the ground and moved his stiff joints.

The tan hazmat suit he was wearing had completely crystallized and shattered into pieces with his movements.

Andy didn't care.

The radiation here has now disappeared, and the purple light is gone too.

He walked up to the black box that was now obediently floating in mid-air.

The surface of the black box was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting Andy's cold, metallic face.

It has now been restored to its factory settings and has become an obedient industrial unit.

All you need to do is power it on, input the correct blueprint, and feed it garbage.

It can then spit out any raw materials that Andy wants.

"Alright, you're saved."

Andy reached out and patted the outer shell of the black box.

"Go home with my brother."

"From now on, follow me, and I'll give you all the garbage to eat."

Chapter 41 Xinya Space

Andy walked along the desolate road leading to the shelter.

He was holding a steel cable about the thickness of a thumb, taut and straight, with the other end tied to the huge black cube.

The black box was flashing a soft yellow standby light and was steadily suspended one meter above the ground by the anti-gravity generator at its bottom.

It has almost no weight, or rather, its mass is canceled out by the anti-gravity field.

Andy tugged at it, like he was pulling a giant helium balloon.

The reason it's not installed in the back of the car is because the crystal array inside is too intricate.

The road conditions around the bottom of the nest are extremely poor. If it were to be transported by car, the journey back would be bumpy. If the anti-gravity module malfunctions even slightly, this little thing, weighing at least tens of tons, would fall down on it. The nest itself would be fine, but the car would be totaled.

Andy trusted his own legs more, as the hydraulic suspension system could filter out most of the vibrations.

Behind him, a massive convoy led by Gamma-9 was frantically moving supplies.

This time, there's no need for tactical cover or electronic reconnaissance; it's a pure and joyful zero-yuan purchase.

The mysterious little shop in Quesandi!

The Helios Group stockpiled an astonishing amount of high-end materials in order to build this factory.

Andy sent the robbery list directly to Gamma-9 via the communication link.

First, there's the pile of metal ingots in the finished product warehouse, including aerospace-grade aluminum-titanium alloy and high-purity tungsten steel.

In the bottom nest, these materials are usually only found in small fragments within the wreckage of crashed starships.

But here, they are cast into standard industrial ingots and neatly stacked in large piles.

With these, Andy's problem of heat resistance at the rocket launcher nozzle was solved, and the core material for the standard explosive projectile was also available.

Even the skeleton of power armor can be made from these materials.

Secondly, there are the production equipment that haven't broken down yet.

Andy looked down on Helios's inefficient assembly line, but he was interested in the parts it produced.

High-power servo motors, industrial-grade sensors, precision hydraulic pumps, and countless high-specification screws and bearings.

There were even skull fragments that they didn't have time to take with them!

These things, once dismantled and modified, become the cornerstone of the shelter's industrial upgrade.

Finally, and most importantly, the trophy—those maintenance drones that were pinned down by the sentry turret!

Before leaving the core area, Andy had already used his administrator privileges to forcibly remove their armor lock.

These machines, which look like giant wasps, were standard engineering auxiliary units of the Golden Age.

They come equipped with anti-gravity engines, plasma cutting blades for precision work, and multi-functional welding arms.

All you need to do is take them back and do some simple repairs.

Andy then had a tireless, highly precise construction team capable of flying and escaping.

In the future, when building houses or setting up production lines, Andy won't need to do anything himself. He just needs to input the blueprints, and these drones will do it all by themselves.

Gamma-9 and the workers are busy moving things.

According to Andy the Sage, this move back will allow the Vault's industrial strength to leapfrog several eras!

But Andy fell into deep thought.

His radar remained locked on that distant, foul-smelling direction.

Acidic swamp.

……

……

Birdbeak Doctor Headquarters, Underwater Base.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two dazzling blue plasma clusters exploded in the dimly lit corridor.

The high temperature instantly evaporated the moisture in the air, producing a piercing sizzling sound.

A figure wearing a black coat that was mostly ripped off was blasted apart by the plasma ball, his upper body was shattered, and his remaining two legs took two steps forward due to inertia before he fell to the ground with a thud, leaving a pool of green liquid.

"Go to hell! You bunch of unhygienic beasts!!"

Sisyphus hid behind his expensive solid wood desk, holding a fine plasma pistol in his hand.

This gun was a self-defense weapon he smuggled from Shangchao at a high price. He used to just play with it, but he never expected it would be used to save his life today.

At this moment, Sisyphus had completely lost the air of an elegant businessman he once was.

His white coat was stained with blood, a piece of his glasses was broken, and his hair was a mess.

But he was still a respectable person.

Because he even stuffed two wads of cotton into his broken nostril in an attempt to block out the nauseating stench of decay in the air.

Outside the door was a group of lunatics.

They're a bunch of lunatics!

Just two hours ago, the submarine brought back a group of doctors who had been evacuated from the submarine.

Sisyphus thought it was a normal work rotation, but when the hatch opened, all that came out were these monsters covered in pustules, shouting "Father."

The plague spread at an alarming rate within the enclosed underwater base.

In Sisyphus's opinion, these guys who believed in the warp had completely lost their minds!

They don't kill people; they just want to hug you, to rub the pus from their bodies onto you, and to let you experience that "painless and itch-free immortality."

For Sisyphus, this was worse than death.

"Boss! Open the door!"

There was a banging sound outside the door, along with a muffled voice.

That was his financial director.