Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

Getting involved at this time can easily make you a scapegoat.

Sisyphus listened quietly to Zor's rambling.

He knew, of course, that building a new one was unrealistic, and Andy didn't really expect to build a new one either.

But Sisyphus had plenty of ways.

If you want to open a window in the wall, everyone will definitely disagree.

But if you say you're going to tear the roof off, everyone will agree to let you open the windows!

"Alright, stop with the nonsense."

Sisyphus interrupted Zor's incessant chatter.

"I know it's difficult to build a new one."

"Then let's try a different approach."

Sisyphus leaned forward and lowered his voice, as if he were talking about some unspeakable secret.

"Isn't there a ready-made one in District 9?"

Zor's voice stopped abruptly, and the mechanical tentacles that were still waving in the air froze.

"Although it's an abandoned foundation, the dragon bones are still there, right?"

"And I heard that there's something else buried down there..."

Sisyphus stared at Zor's electronic eyes, a fox-like smile spreading across his face.

"Since building a new one isn't an option, could I borrow the old one?"

"Anyway, that place is a restricted area now, nobody cares, and you happen to have connections..."

Zor fell silent.

He was truly embarrassed now.

Because the Ninth District, although nominally an abandoned restricted area, was sealed off by the Mechanicus hundreds of years ago and is now owned by the Zhongchao Management Committee.

But in reality, it is a "private domain" that the Helios Group has been focusing on developing recently.

Even Zor, a high priest, had never seen the true face of District 9.

Having connections is one thing, but whether or not it's implemented is another!

Zor guessed there was a ship down there because Helios had previously rented several heavy excavators from him.

Now Sisyphus has immediately asked for that place; it's not borrowing it at all, it's clearly trying to steal Helios's house!

Zol stretched out his mechanical hand, which was all screwdrivers except for his thumb, and scratched his bald scalp in a very human-like way, making a hissing metallic scraping sound.

"Well..."

Zor's electronic eyes scanned twice, and he stammered:

"The situation there is a bit complicated."

“Look, although the land rights there are unclear, some big shots are already working on it.”

"I'm just a tech person, and I don't really know how to get involved in this situation."

That's what they say, but Zol was actually weighing the pros and cons.

Most importantly, Zor had long disliked the Helios Group.

In the eyes of the financial giants in Shangchao, these independent factories and technical priests in Zhongchao are nothing more than a group of slightly more sophisticated laborers.

Every time the Helios Group hires them for outsourcing, the drawings they provide are always abridged versions, the production time is squeezed to the limit, and the money they pay is pitifully small. They even withhold a portion of the money as a so-called "quality guarantee deposit".

What angered Zor even more was that Helios, in order to meet the deadline for the tenth-generation factory, forcibly "requisitioned" dozens of heavy engineering sergeants from him, only to return a pile of scrap metal without even paying for the depreciation.

This is a direct insult to the priests of the Mechanicus Church, and even more so, a blasphemy against the Om Messiah!

Now, the mysterious boss behind Sisyphus is clearly targeting Helios.

Zor didn't know what resources that person had behind him.

But if he were to engage in a dogfight with Helios... oh no, I mean, to have a friendly business exchange, regardless of who wins or loses, it would be a sure-fire deal for Zol.

If Helios wins, then it's as if nothing happened, since District 9 was already in their hands anyway.

If Sisyphus's boss wins... then Helios's power in Midnesia will be weakened, and he may even have to give up his monopolized market share. As a traitor, Zol might even get a share of the spoils.

Thinking about this, Zor's mental calculations were practically about to explode on Sisyphus's face.

Since there are people willing to risk their lives to mess with Helios, why doesn't he just give them a pointer?

"Sigh, even though I can't get involved..."

Zor suddenly sighed, his tone shifting.

"But as an old friend, I can't bear to see you running around like a headless fly."

The mechanical tentacles behind him retracted with remarkable agility.

A few seconds later, Zor pulled out an old, oil-stained databoard from a pile of clutter on the Throne of Life.

"This is a topographic map that I recently... well, I accidentally intercepted."

"This is the structural diagram of the underground pipe network in the Ninth District. It is currently guarded by Helios's private security forces, as well as a bunch of heavy automatic turrets."

Sisyphus reached for the data pad, but Zol's hand remained pressed on it.

“Listen, Sisyphus.”

Zor's voice turned serious, even warning.

"I didn't give you this; you picked it up from the garbage dump yourself."

“If Helios’s men come to my door, or if the court comes to investigate, I will know nothing.”

"I'm just an honest priest who sells spare parts. I would never go near a restricted area like District 9."

Sisyphus laughed:

"Father Zor, what are you saying?"

"I found this in the trash myself, okay? Give it back to me right now!"

He forcefully pulled the data panel away and stuffed it into his arms.

Chapter 47: The Debut of Exoskeletons and Weapons (Please Read On!)

In the underground testing ground of the shelter, thirty strong men were lined up in a row.

They were wearing a brand-new type of individual soldier equipment.

This time, it's no longer the "wasteland style" of the past, with discarded steel pipes and wires haphazardly intertwined.

Now that the black box provides the top-quality materials, Andy naturally won't create any more industrial waste.

Now that we're rich, we should make the really good stuff!

For example, this lightweight assistive exoskeleton is called T-450.

The entire piece presents a cool, matte silver-gray color. The main frame is made of high-strength hollow chromium-molybdenum steel pipe, which is integrally formed through a precise CNC bending process to perfectly fit the ergonomic curves.

All hydraulic lines and servo motor circuits are cleverly housed in grooves inside the frame, which are covered with a smooth, impact-resistant composite material protective plate.

The absence of unnecessary rivets and exposed threads gives it a clean, streamlined look, full of minimalist, futuristic industrial aesthetics.

Some people might think that since Andy has a black box, why not just build a fully enclosed power armor?

The core technology of power armor isn't in the metal shell itself, but in the neural interface and fusion backpack inside.

To build that thing, Andy would first have to create a miniature fusion reactor, then nerve bundle sensing fibers, and also solve the problems of heat dissipation and life support systems.

This requires not only a vast amount of rare resources, but also extremely high processing precision and a long debugging cycle.

Andy's goal is very clear now.

run away.

His primary task is to build ships to leave this star system, not to stay here and compete with the Four-Armed Emperor and Abaddon for supremacy.

Spending three to five years equipping every soldier with power armor would be a pure waste of resources.

The T-450 exoskeleton in front of us is the king of cost-effectiveness.

Its technology is very low; the materials are all made with a reconfiguration machine, and the control chip... is at best a microcontroller.

But it works extremely well.

"Power output test".

Andy gave the order.

The guard at the front of the line took a deep breath, bent down, and grabbed a large iron box on the ground with both hands.

The box was filled with scrap lead plates, weighing two hundred kilograms.

An ordinary person simply couldn't move it.

But then the hydraulic pumps in the team member's waist and legs started to hum.

"rise!"

He effortlessly lifted the 200-kilogram iron box above his head, his movements fluid and without the slightest hesitation.

He can even do squats there.

That's enough; it perfectly achieved the effect Andy wanted.

Although this exoskeleton does not provide bulletproof protection, it directly grants ordinary people three to four times the strength.

With this power, they could use Andy's heavy weapons, which were specifically designed for killing.

For example, the large black crossbow hanging on their waists at this moment.

CBS-12 "Silent Arrow" High-Explosive Crossbow.

Tension up to 200 pounds!

Without the aid of this exoskeleton, an ordinary person would dislocate their arm after just one pull.

But now, all you need to do is hang the crossbow on the exoskeleton's power hook, and the hydraulic rod will retract.

"Click".

The winding is complete, and the painting is relaxed and free.

Andy looked at the completely revamped heavy infantry squad and was very satisfied.

With this equipment, how can we not defend the great cause of farming?

Just then, Gamma-9 rushed in, his single eye filled with terror.

"My sage! Something has happened!"

"The living quarters... someone's gone mad over there in the living quarters!"

Andy's electronic eye flashed.

"what happened?"

"A dozen or so people suddenly developed green pustules on their bodies, but instead of crying out in pain, they were... instead laughing!"

The sound of Gamma-9 was trembling.

"They said it felt amazing, so wonderful, and they wanted to share this blessing with others!"

"Tsk!" Andy felt a wave of disgust.

It's only been two weeks, how come XinYa Space is back again?

It seems that the Birdbeak Doctors' gang hiding in the acid swamp, even though Sisyphus was kidnapped by Andy, still has some followers who haven't stopped causing trouble.

In that base that had become a Nurgle Garden, they brewed a green soup brimming with viruses and then spread it throughout the nest through various channels.

Although Andy was in charge of the shelter and clean food and water were provided, there were always some people who were greedy for small gains or who were already sick, and they would secretly try to get their hands on those so-called "miracle drugs".

These idiots have no idea what they're drinking.

The plague of Nurgle is not an ordinary disease, but a mixture of psionic energy and virus.