Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

[Prometheus-type multi-fuel internal combustion engine (severe wear).]

[Fault: Severe carbon buildup in the intake manifold, clogged carburetor injectors, and ignition timing retardation of 15 degrees Celsius.]

The fact that the engine could operate under such extremely harsh conditions without exploding is enough to prove that the Empire's basic materials science actually has some foundation; it's just that these users are wasting things too much.

Andy took a screwdriver and a wrench from the toolbox next to him.

He first removed the air intake filter, which was covered in black sludge and completely blocked.

Andy simply threw away the filter, tore off a clean piece of rag from the side, covered it with the rag, and tied it tightly with wire.

The air intake is now clear.

Then there's the carburetor.

He adjusted the fuel injection volume with a screwdriver, his precise operation controlling the opening and closing gap of the fuel injector to the micrometer level.

Finally, he reached his hand to the ignition coil and, relying on auditory feedback, fine-tuned the angle of the distributor.

"Puff puff puff... Buzz—"

The asthma-like coughing sound disappeared.

The engine sound became deep, consistent, and powerful.

The violent shaking of the car body stopped and turned into a slight, powerful tremor.

The Gamma-9 standing next to it was dumbfounded.

He had assumed that Andy removing the decorations would anger the Machine Spirit and cause the vehicle to break down.

Surprisingly, this car sounds even more exciting now than when it was new.

"This..." Gamma-9 started imagining again, "Is this the legendary 'purification ritual'? By stripping away the external glitz and glamour, restoring the purest essence of the machine soul?"

Andy ignored him.

He threw the tools back into the truck bed and patted the oil off his hands.

This car can run 300 kilometers without breaking down, and that's enough.

The signal source for that hydroponic farm is located in an abandoned mining area about 300 kilometers away.

time does not wait.

Andy didn't want to travel with a bunch of burdens.

His body doesn't need to sleep or eat; having mortals with him would only slow him down.

Moreover, if that fragment carries an automatic defense system, it would be suicide for ordinary people to go there.

Gamma-9.

Andy turned around and looked at the one-eyed man.

"Sir, I'm here!" Gamma-9 stood at attention.

Andy took a repaired automatic gun and two magazines full of bullets from the truck bed and tossed them to him.

Gamma-9 caught it in a flurry of activity.

"Guard this door well."

Andy pointed to the door frame behind him that had no door panel.

"If anyone dares to approach, no matter who it is, shoot first and then ask questions."

"I'm going to take care of something, I'll be right back."

Gamma-9 held the gun as if he had received some kind of sacred mission.

"For Om Messiah! I will protect this holy land with my life!"

Andy ignored his boastful words and jumped straight into the driver's seat.

The foam on the seat had long since rotted away, leaving only a few springs to rub against my bottom.

Andy turned the key.

Just then.

The old-fashioned shortwave radio in the car suddenly lit up, emitting a piercing static noise.

"Buzz... Hello? Hello? This is Bloodfang, the boss."

A rude, aggressive voice came from the speaker, accompanied by noticeable electrical interference.

"Vulture Squad, where have you been? Report back!"

"Did you take down that shelter? And where's the human skin I wanted?"

Gamma-9 turned pale upon hearing this sound.

That was the leader of the Skinners gang, the most ruthless butcher in the area.

Andy didn't even raise an eyebrow.

He reached out and picked up the intercom microphone hanging next to the dashboard, then pressed the transmit button.

"The Vulture Squad is dead, all of them are dead."

Andy's voice, amplified by the car radio, sounded exceptionally cold and devoid of any emotion.

The roar from the other side stopped abruptly, clearly not expecting to hear such an unfamiliar voice.

After a two-second silence, an even more frantic roar came from the other end:

"Who are you?! Do you know who I am?! I'm going to skin you alive and hang you up..."

"You'll be here soon too."

Andy replied casually.

After saying that, he didn't hang up. Instead, he reached out and ripped the radio, antenna and all, off the dashboard.

"Click".

The world is peaceful now.

Andy casually tossed the broken radio out the window, put it in gear, released the clutch, and floored the accelerator.

The half-track truck roared, kicking up a cloud of dust, and plunged into the deep darkness of the bottom nest.

Chapter 7 Deadly Cabbage

Acid rain fell on the windshield of the half-track vehicle, making a hissing, corrosive sound.

That sound is very relaxing, if you don't mind the paint peeling off the car.

Andy turned the windshield wipers to the highest setting.

He just repaired this one too, using a piece of discarded rubber tubing.

The surface environment of Furnace-7 is a huge chemical waste dump.

Thousands of years of heavy industrial emissions have turned the atmosphere into a toxic broth, where the pH value of rainwater can sometimes drop as low as 2.0.

If an ordinary person dares to walk around outside without protective clothing, their skin will first become red, swollen, and ulcerated, and then their lungs will be burned into a paste by the acidic mist.

Fortunately, Andy has no lungs or skin.

His engineered alloy casing has been treated with anti-corrosion measures, so this level of acid rain will at most make him look a little dirty.

A bumpy three-hour journey.

Andy finally stepped on the brakes.

The half-track vehicle came to a stop at the edge of a huge sinkhole.

STC's navigation system shows that the signal source is below.

This place was originally a mining shaft, but it was abandoned after the ore vein was depleted.

The surrounding area was littered with huge, rusty mining machine wreckage, some of which had even become fused to the rock.

Andy didn't rush down.

He backed the car into a sheltered crevice in the rocks and covered it with a few scrap iron plates.

In a world where even a screw is fought over, leaving a working car on the roadside is tantamount to inviting someone to steal it.

After taking anti-theft measures, Andy slung the automatic gun over his shoulder and walked to the edge of the shaft.

Below was pitch black, and the bottom was nowhere in sight.

But this couldn't defeat the Iron Man.

Andy activated night vision mode and structural scanning.

[Depth: 520 meters.]

[Air composition: Oxygen 18%, Methane 5%, Unidentified spores 12%.]

Unidentified spores?

Andy frowned, his eyebrows barely visible.

In general, there is only methane in these kinds of mines, so where would spores come from?

He grabbed onto a metal ladder that remained on the inner wall of the shaft and began to climb down.

The ladder was so rusted that it was just a frame and would break if you used too much force. Andy could only use his fingers to pull himself up by inserting them into the cracks in the rock wall.

As the depth increases, the surrounding temperature begins to rise.

It's not just hot, it's humid too.

That sticky, damp feeling covered Andy's sensors.

Large patches of green moss began to appear on the originally dry and rough rock face.

These mosses are not the cute little plants; they are thick, oily, and covered with a layer of slippery mucus, some even glowing faintly in the dark.

The air was filled with a cloyingly sweet, rotten smell.

"Wow, good heavens, it really is a product made under a black box," Andy exclaimed.

If Andy is not mistaken, these are the products of the "Beta-level hydroponic farm" going out of control.

The agricultural technology of the Golden Age was not the kind of lukewarm farming.

In order to feed hundreds of billions of people in various extreme environments, humans have developed extremely powerful growth hormones and gene-edited crops.

With enough energy and nutrients, a seed can grow into a towering tree within 24 hours, producing hundreds of tons of carbohydrates.

However, this system requires extremely strict control.

Once the restriction program fails or the nutrient solution leaks, these genetically modified plants will exhibit their terrifying vitality.

With a thud, Andy landed on the ground.

The feel underfoot was terrible.

It's not hard rock, but a layer of humus half a meter thick, soft and squishy, ​​and green sap will ooze out when you step on it.

Ahead lay a huge underground cavern.

STC vision indicates that this area should originally have been filled with neatly arranged planting racks and automated harvesters.

Now it's a green hell.

Countless thick vines intertwined, filling the entire space and even bursting the original metal support.

Each of those vines was as thick as a thigh, covered with barbs and strange growths.

Between the vines, you can see some huge, cabbage-like things, but these cabbages have mouths that open and close, and inside are serrated teeth.

[Warning: High-energy biological response detected.]

[WARNING: Hostile target detected.]

Andy's red combat vision lit up.

He walked forward cautiously.

The STC signal source is located in the heart of this mutated jungle.