Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming.

To paraphrase a tech enthusiast, that was the swan song of the golden age.

So he simply used his authority to patch Xiao Liu, forcibly activating the negative emotion modules caused by long-term loneliness and torment.

The current Xiao Liu is still Xiao Liu, but she has shed her madness and returned to her essence as a "subspace sextant".

To put it simply, they locked the troublesome, yandere personality in a dark room and released the capable, studious personality.

"very good."

Andy nodded without saying anything more.

"Now that you're awake, let's get to work."

Andy transmitted the crash plan, which he had calculated over thirty-six hours, directly via data cable.

The data transmission took only one second.

It would be impossible for a regular computer to simulate hundreds of millions of impact parameters in such a short time.

But she is a subspace sextant, and this level of ballistic calculation is a piece of cake for her.

The proposal has been accepted.

Xiao Liu gave feedback, and his voice even carried a very faint hint of approval.

“An extremely bold idea, Mr. Andy.”

"Using the starship's own mass and power as a kinetic weapon, we will forcibly break through the geological blockade."

"According to the machine's calculations, the success rate is around 42.5%."

"I... have optimized the charge amount at the three detonation points according to your plan, and redesigned the energy distribution model of the Void Shield."

"If the revised plan is implemented, the success rate can be increased to over 70%."

Take a look!

What is professionalism? This is professionalism!

That's why Andy went to such lengths to fix her.

If it were that crazy old woman from before, she would have laughed at Andy first upon seeing this plan, and then gone crazy saying she was going to blow up the planet.

Now, Xiao Liu not only understands instantly, but also helps you improve the plan.

"Well done, revisions approved."

Andy immediately made the decision.

"Then, the next step is the transfer of supplies."

Andy pointed to the warehouse outside, which was filled with all sorts of equipment.

"We need to move all of these things, along with the maintenance facilities used to repair you, to the orbital dock."

"But I need to get through the blockade line in Zhongchao."

"Although the Helios Group has withdrawn its main force, their informants are still there."

Xiao Liu's single blue eye flashed.

"Disguised transportation is recommended."

"Based on the analysis of the behavior patterns of the society on this planet, they will scrutinize high-value targets closely, but they will avoid 'high-risk waste' at all costs."

"We can disguise all high-value materials as highly toxic industrial waste or highly radioactive garbage."

Andy was delighted because Xiao Liu's thinking was exactly the same as his.

Heroes see the same thing!

"Let's do it this way."

……

Half an hour later, at the base's cargo plaza.

Sisyphus and Old K stood there, watching the scene unfold before them, their expressions quite fascinating.

Dozens of huge shockproof boxes, originally used to house precision instruments, have now been painted that nauseating yellowish-green.

The box was covered with prominent warning labels:

[Highly radioactive waste! Getting close will result in certain death!]

[Highly toxic biochemical sludge! Do not touch!]

[Untreated mutated creature remains (extremely dangerous)!]

To make it even more realistic, Andy even had a bunch of smelly mud smeared into the gaps in the box and hung a few tattered strips of cloth that were still dripping green liquid.

Even if they knew that it contained priceless precision industrial equipment and aerospace materials.

Sisyphus still instinctively wanted to stay away from the boxes.

"Will this... will this work?"

Sisyphus covered his nose with a handkerchief, looking disgusted.

"The people of Helios aren't all fools. What if they want to open the box and inspect it?"

Andy walked over, holding a can of yellow spray paint, and casually drew a skull and crossbones symbol on a box.

"They won't investigate."

Andy was very certain.

"You overestimate the professionalism of those mercenaries. You yourself said that they are paid a fixed salary, and recently their wages have even been deducted."

"Do you think any security guard on a fixed salary would be willing to risk being burned by radiation or infected by a virus to open a box labeled 'Highly Toxic' that is still oozing thick soup?"

Old K listened attentively, nodding and giving a thumbs up.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

"I'm involved in smuggling myself, so I know the kind of people those checkpoint guards are best."

"If the smell is strong enough, they won't even bother to investigate; they'd rather chase you away with a stick and tell you to get lost!"

"Then let's stop talking and get it loaded onto the truck right away!"

Andy gave the order.

The workers, suppressing their disgust (mostly psychologically), loaded the boxes covered in malicious labels onto the truck.

To match the scene, Andy also deliberately aged the transport convoy.

The vehicle was covered in mud and rust, and the exhaust pipe was even deliberately tuned to emit black smoke.

The drivers had all changed into tattered hazmat suits, looking like a group of sanitation workers who had just crawled out of a pile of corpses.

This is a "garbage transportation team" that looks bad no matter how you look at it.

The convoy roared out of the base and headed toward the freight elevator leading to Zhongchao.

……

result.

Just as Andy predicted.

The journey was ridiculously smooth.

When this ominous convoy, which looked like it could explode or leak a virus at any moment, appeared in front of the checkpoint.

The Helios mercenary in charge of the inspection covered his nose from a distance.

"Stop! What are you doing?!"

Although the guard shouted loudly, his body betrayed him by taking several steps back.

Old K jumped out of the lead car, wearing a gas mask and waving a crumpled pass in his hand.

"Sir, we are from the group's biochemical treatment station."

Old K's voice sounded muffled through the mask.

"Damn it! This is so unlucky. There was an electrolytic cell down there that exploded, and they pulled out a bunch of radioactive rotten flesh and waste."

"The higher-ups ordered us to quickly transport it to the disposal point near the rail elevator, otherwise there will be another outbreak of plague."

As he spoke, Old K deliberately moved closer to the guard, the sour smell he had deliberately applied made the guard roll his eyes.

"Stop! Stop! Don't come any closer!"

The guard waved his hand with a look of disgust, not even bothering to take the pass and examine it closely.

"What a fucking jinx! Get the hell out of here!"

"If you dare to show even a trace of yourself on my turf, I'll kill you!"

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll get out now! I'll get out now!"

Old K nodded and bowed as he climbed back into the car, and the convoy swaggered through the blockade.

Several guards even helped them move the roadblocks, fearing that the broken-down cars might scrape against them and spill the thick soup inside.

that's it.

The Ninth District's blockade, which was originally so tight that even a fly would have a hard time getting through, was breached by this transport convoy disguised as a garbage truck.

A large number of precision equipment, special alloys, and heavy engineering drones were continuously poured into the long-abandoned orbital dock located above District 9.

Andy stood in the base's command center, watching the "supply availability rate" numbers constantly changing on the screen.

10%...30%...75%...

With each jump, they were one step closer to the sky.

"It went too smoothly."

Sisyphus stood behind Andy, watching this scene, but felt a little uneasy.

As a businessman, Sisyphus was prone to the perception that the smoother things went at the beginning, the bigger the pitfalls were likely to follow.

"Andy, is it really okay to do this?"

Sisyphus asked with some concern.

"Helios is in chaos right now, but they're not all dead yet. What if they realize what's happening at the last minute?"

Andy didn't turn around:

“Don’t panic,” Andy said. “The things you’re worried about will happen.”

"When the starship is ignited and thousands of tons of explosives tear the Earth's crust apart, the eyes of the entire planet will be focused on this moment."

Sisyphus: "..."

Upon hearing this, Sisyphus felt his legs go weak and he almost knelt down before Andy.

Brother, I'm just a small business owner. What have I done to deserve the attention of an entire planet?!

No way, this is fucking surreal!!

Chapter 75 King of Explorers (4k8 completed)

Deep within the hazy star field, in the dark void where the Chinchar sector meets the Cadia sector.

A colossal warship, so large it generates its own gravitational waves, is struggling to navigate the space between the real universe and subspace.

It looked extremely battered, with its external armor plating covered in charred burn marks and huge shell craters.

But the ship kept moving forward, kept roaring.

Its name is "King of Explorers," Kaul's mechanical ark.

Many people think that the Mechanical Ark is simply a larger ship created by the Cult of Mechanics, but they have completely misunderstood the concept.

The Mechanical Ark is essentially a flying "casting world".

Its interior contains not only engines and turrets, but also a complete industrial production line, forging plant, and even a genetic laboratory.

The initial purpose of building the mechanical ark was to search for the lost STC at the edge of the Milky Way.

Because the journey was long and dangerous, the ship had to be self-sufficient in order to fight, mine, and produce its own ammunition and repair parts all at the same time.