Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

Helios Group headquarters, top-floor conference room.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The long conference table was filled with the group's senior executives, but no one dared to speak.

Thor sat at the head of the table, his face so dark it could drip water.

On the holographic screen in front of him, footage of the three "cleaner" drones wreaking havoc was playing repeatedly.

Especially the mocking laughter of that machine spirit made everyone present feel their faces burning.

"Can anyone tell me?"

Thor's voice was low and hoarse, suppressing his impending rage.

"We spent 5 billion yuan to train an elite force, and this is the level we're at?"

"Being chased like a dog by three dilapidated robots from thousands of years ago?"

The security director lowered his head, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

“Chairman…that’s an Abomination AI, and it’s an Abomination AI supported by a starship defense system.”

“Zeman did his best, but our heavy weapons were completely ineffective in that narrow terrain…”

"Excuse!"

Thor slammed his hand on the table.

"I don't want to hear excuses! I want the engine, I want the Geller force field, right now!"

"Time is running out, don't you bunch of idiots understand that?!"

Saul stood up and pointed to the dark sky outside the window.

"The subspace storm is getting closer, and another smuggling ship that attempted to jump lost contact yesterday."

“If we can’t dig that ship out and fix it within six months, we’re all going to die here.”

"No matter how much money we have, or how many factories we own, in the end we'll just be a bunch of slightly richer corpses."

Everyone fell silent.

Everyone knows the situation, but no one can do anything about it.

Just then, Jessia pushed open the door and walked in.

The high heels clicked on the floor with a crisp, clear sound.

She went straight to her seat, sat down, and put her handbag on the table.

"Since we can't get into Zone D."

Jessia spoke, her voice calm.

"Then let's try a different approach."

"We need more technical support..."

She looked at Saul.

"But before that, Uncle, I think there's a hidden danger we need to address first."

"What potential danger?" Thor frowned.

"Bottom Nest".

Jessia pulled up a file.

It was about Andy, though there were only a few blurry photos and some indirect textual information.

"Recently, a mysterious force has appeared at the bottom of the nest, stealing our black box, bombing our factory, and stealing our data."

"Intelligence analysis suggests that the other side possesses extremely strong technical capabilities, and may even have some powerful technologies that we are unaware of."

Jessia's fingers tapped on the table.

"I'm thinking, since we've encountered a technical bottleneck in Zone D, why don't we bring these guys over here?"

"If they can crack the black box, they might be able to deal with that ruthless machine spirit too."

"I request that a heavy-armored unit be transferred to cooperate with the mercenaries in Zhongchao to conduct a thorough search of Dichao."

"Once we get our hands on that core technology, it will be of immense value, whether for the black box or for taking over the starship."

On the surface, it was for the benefit of the group, but it was also out of Jessia's personal motives.

She always felt that the guy who stole her things was a variable, that keeping him around would be a disaster, and that having him in her hands was a bargaining chip.

However, Thor refused without even thinking about it.

"No."

Thor waved his hand, looking impatient.

"Jesia, you're being too sensitive."

"Do you even know what time it is? They're just a bunch of bottom-nest rats scavenging for garbage, who just happened to find some powerful weapon."

"Now all our forces must be concentrated in District 9."

"Every gun, every bullet, must be used to deal with that damned machine spirit."

"Sending troops to the bottom nest at this time? A waste of resources!"

“But…” Jessia still wanted to try.

"No buts!"

Thor made the decision unilaterally.

"Although Zeman was defeated, he brought back important intelligence."

"Although the machine spirit is fierce, it is stuck inside the starship and cannot move."

“I have contacted several large mercenary groups in Zhongchao, as well as Father Zor of ‘Gearheart’.”

"We need to spend money, a lot of money! Hire more heavy firepower!"

"I refuse to believe that we can't level a mere restricted area by piling up artillery shells!"

A chorus of agreement erupted in the conference room.

The executives nodded in agreement, agreeing that this was the right way.

After all, in their minds, there is no problem that money can't solve; if there is, it's because they don't have enough money.

Jessia looked at this group of fanatical and blind people and sneered inwardly.

These old fogies have been blinded by fear.

They bet everything on that one ship, completely ignoring all other possibilities.

What if the attack fails?

What if the Machine Soul really does self-destruct in a fit of anger?

At that point, the Helios Group will truly be doomed.

Jessia stopped talking and silently put away the document about the bottom nest.

The meeting continued, and everyone began to discuss which mercenary group to hire and which type of bunker buster bomb to purchase.

Jessia's thoughts, however, had already drifted elsewhere.

Since the group refuses to send troops, and since Saul and his gang are unreliable.

Then she'll have to figure it out herself.

The mysterious figure from the bottom nest can manipulate the black box so skillfully and crush the Cleaner team like ants.

Jessia was certain that this was definitely not an ordinary garbage collector.

Chapter 51 Andy's Military Base

Bottom nest, acid swamp.

The fog still carried a distinctive sulfurous smell, but the terrain had completely changed.

The iron cages that were originally used to imprison the flesh puppets and the large pots used to boil the filthy soup were all bulldozed.

A reinforced concrete wall, eight meters high, was completed two days ago.

The top of the wall was wrapped with barbed wire electrified with high voltage, and there was a twin-mounted automatic sentry turret every fifty meters.

Red laser beams swept back and forth through the fog. As soon as the radar detected any creature without an identification code approaching, whether it was a mutated crocodile or a lost scavenger, the turret would immediately cover that area.

This place is no longer the black market pharmaceutical workshop of Dr. Birdbeak; it is now Andy's second base.

Or to be more precise, it is a purely heavy industrial military fortress!

Andy stood in the core temperature-controlled workshop, looking at the behemoth in front of him that had just been assembled and was still undergoing its final self-inspection.

An automated machining center that is over thirty meters long.

Its outer shell was unpainted, revealing the original colors of various metals, some white and some gray, which looked rather unsightly.

But this machine is Andy's most valuable possession right now, bar none!

Andy almost killed Sisyphus in the process of kneading it out!

Although Andy achieved material freedom, precision industrial products require extremely complex processing techniques and photolithography technology; having materials alone is useless.

Therefore, Andy adopted a very simple and crude method—barter.

He ran the reconfiguration machine at full power, producing tens of tons of high-grade alloys and rare earth materials that are extremely scarce in Zhongchao.

Then Sisyphus was sent to the Middle Nest with this hard currency to find Father Zor and his men.

Replace a batch of aerospace-grade aluminum-titanium alloy with a batch of high-precision ball screws.

In exchange for a box of high-purity monocrystalline silicon, you can get a set of military-grade optical aiming components...

By moving house bit by bit, like ants carrying food, they have managed to dismantle the industrial heritage accumulated over hundreds of years in Zhongchao.

Finally, Andy used the blueprints in the STC database to assemble the parts he had obtained, along with the frame he had built himself, into the "general-purpose precision machining production line" in front of him.

Although by the standards of the golden age, this production line was considered the "most basic version" that even a field repair station might not consider acceptable.

The processing accuracy can only barely reach the micrometer level, and the yield rate is only 91%.

But it is enough.

It can cut perfect rifling, grind bearings without errors, and weld circuit boards with gaps invisible to the naked eye.

With it, Andy finally filled the last gap in his skills and achieved complete freedom in refining.

The production line started running, emitting a soft and pleasant hum.

……

……

A few days later, Andy arrived at the finished product area.

The first batch of advanced military equipment that rolled off the production line has been piled up here.

The first thing that catches the eye is a row of black metal spheres, about the size of a fist, with six slender mechanical legs folded below them.

【Stealth Server Spider (Codename: Black Spirit)】.

Black Spider, a reconnaissance unit that Andy specifically designed for intelligence warfare.

The outer shell is made of wave-absorbing material, and the interior integrates a high-sensitivity microphone and a thermal imaging camera.

Most importantly, its six legs are equipped with miniature suction cups, allowing it to walk silently on vertical walls, ventilation ducts, and even ceilings.

Andy made five hundred of them in one go.

He planned to scatter them into the sewers and ventilation shafts of the central nest, especially in the ninth district, which was heavily sealed off by Helios.

Beside the Black Spider were several larger flying units.

[“Raptor” class combat drone].

Andy modified the version based on those engineering drones from the black box.