Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming

Chapter 19 The Great Sage in Yellow Robes

Andy walked around Bloodfang's office.

He discovered that, in addition to the blood-stained table and a pile of unidentified biological specimens, there was also a huge metal cabinet.

The cabinet door was half-open, and inside hung several thick-looking clothes.

Andy walked over and pulled out a piece of clothing.

Judging from the style, it is a fully enclosed heavy industrial chemical protective suit.

It is made of special lead-containing canvas and thick rubber, and it feels heavy in your hand, weighing at least twenty kilograms.

The entire body is a worn, earthy yellow, with a black radiation warning symbol printed on the chest, and below it a line of blurry small print:

[For Hazardous Waste Disposal]

These are clearly protective equipment worn by chemical plant workers when handling nuclear waste or highly corrosive acids.

Although it was a bit ugly and covered in years of grease, it was exactly what Andy needed right now.

If you're going to deal with a bird-beaked doctor, being tough as nails isn't enough.

Moreover, it's too conspicuous to have a metal skeleton exposed at the bottom of the nest while running around.

In this ignorant universe, those who don't understand will mistake you for an out-of-control machine, while those who do will report you to the court of judgment as a hateful intelligence.

Only by covering up your non-existent physical body will these people think you are a normal person.

Without any hesitation, Andy put on the large, tan hazmat suit.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of the zipper being pulled up was dull and hesitant.

The suit is oversized; it was probably originally designed for a big guy like Oglin, but it fits Andy's 2.3-meter-tall engineering body perfectly.

The wide hemline reached down to her ankles, concealing her pair of hydraulically shaped legs covered in scratches.

The cuffs were long, covering half of the palm, leaving only the cold metal fingertips exposed.

Andy pulled up the huge hood and covered his head.

In an instant, his entire head shrank into the shadows.

The once sharp, angular metallic facial contours were no longer visible; only two eerie blue electronic eyes gleamed from deep within the hood, flickering in the darkness.

Andy walked up to the cracked mirror and looked at himself.

Now, he looks like a ghost that has emerged from the depths of the wasteland, or a mysterious figure who has wrapped himself up tightly to hide his physical mutations.

"good."

This design is very common in the bottom nest, and no one will give it a second glance.

"Buzz—"

Andy turned on the machine's cooling fan.

These clothes aren't breathable; my core temperature started to rise just two minutes after I put them on.

The cooling airflow blew out through the collar, making the hood puff up.

Just then.

The roar of engines could be heard outside the factory.

Through the filthy window, Andy saw the familiar half-track truck leading a dozen or so dilapidated cars rushing in.

Gamma-9 is here.

This guy was obedient and brought all the family's belongings that could be used to haul goods.

Andy turned and walked out of the office, standing on the protruding iron grille platform on the second floor.

Below, Gamma-9 has just jumped out of the truck's passenger seat.

He was still clutching the automatic rifle tightly in his hand, his one eye scanning the corpses scattered all around and the still-smoking shell craters with vigilance.

Although Andy said in the communication that it was all taken care of, the devastation on the ground still sent a chill down Gamma-9's spine.

The smell emanating from the pools filled with acid, in particular, made him cough.

Gamma-9.

Andy shouted, and Gamma-9 jerked its head up.

In that instant, he saw the figure on the platform.

The dim yellow light from the chemical plant lamps shone down from above, illuminating the tall figure.

The earthen-yellow robe swayed slightly in the wind, and beneath the wide hood lay a chilling darkness, with only two points of blue light, representing wisdom and composure, looking down upon all living beings.

Gamma-9's brain froze for half a second.

Immediately afterwards, a huge electric current surged through his entire prosthetic body.

With the God of Myriad Machines above, what did he see?

In his cognitive filter, this was clearly a robe of a great sage that only existed in illustrations of holy scriptures!

In the doctrines of Mechanism, the body is considered weak and should be rejected.

The higher the sage's status, the less flesh and blood they have, and the more mechanical modifications they undergo.

In order not to frighten ordinary people with the sacred mechanical structure, and to maintain the sense of mystery, the truly great sages often wore such fully enclosed robes, hiding everything about themselves in the shadow of divinity.

This earthy yellow color is exactly the color of the Martian surface! It's the sacred color scheme of the founding fathers of the mechanical cult!

This heavy texture represents absolute isolation from external filth!

Gamma-9's legs buckled, and he almost knelt down.

But he quickly realized that he was on a mission and kneeling would waste the sage's time.

So he forced himself to stand up straight and drew a perfectly standard gear salute on his chest.

"Bravo... Bravo Om Messiah!"

The sound of Gamma-9 became shrill due to excitement.

"Sage! Your brilliance eclipses the entire star field!"

The security guards and porters who had just jumped off the vehicle were still trembling at the sight of the dead bodies scattered on the ground.

Seeing their leader's mysterious new look, they all immediately straightened their backs.

Take a look!

That's what you call prestige!

The boss we're following isn't just any tough guy; he's the kind of big shot who wears a magic robe and can cast spells!

Andy stood on top, watching the group's reactions, and was somewhat speechless.

Putting aside everything else, the motor enthusiast's ability to fill in the blanks is truly top-notch, saving him a lot of trouble in explaining.

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense."

Andy raised his hand and pointed to the pools below filled with sulfuric acid.

"See those buckets?"

"Drain the acid from the pool and put it all in barrels."

"Be careful, if anyone spills this on themselves, don't expect me to cure them."

"And all that saltpeter, load it all onto the truck."

As soon as Andy gave the order, the people below sprang into action.

Although the people of Dichao are uneducated, their reverence for such dangerous goods is ingrained in their very bones.

They carefully operated the manual pumps they had found in the factory, pouring the yellowish-green acid into plastic buckets.

Andy walked down the stairs.

In a corner of the workshop, several portable freezers were piled up.

These were originally the goods the Skinner was preparing to trade with Doctor Birdbeak tonight, but Andy intercepted them.

Andy opened the lid of one of the boxes and took a look.

A burst of white, cold air instantly appeared.

Inside, dozens of hearts and livers were neatly arranged in transparent bags.

Although it was frozen solid, its bright red color still made people feel uncomfortable.

Andy closed the lid expressionlessly.

He didn't have any moral fastidiousness to bury or destroy these things.

Since the person is already dead, these organs are simply proteins and biological tissues.

The logical and optimal solution is to exchange them for medicines and technologies that can save more lives.

"Load these boxes into my jeep."

Andy pointed to the jeep parked at the door, which was still smoking.

Gamma-9 paused for a moment.

He had originally thought these disgusting things were going to be destroyed.

"Sage... what are these?"

Gamma-9 asked cautiously.

"goods."

Andy didn't explain further.

"Load it onto the truck."

Gamma-9 didn't dare ask any more questions and quickly called the movers to lift the refrigerated boxes onto the back seat of the jeep.

All the chemical raw materials have been loaded onto the trucks.

The leaf springs of that half-track truck were flattened, and the wheels were also crushed flat.

The spoils of this trip are enough for Andy to make tens of thousands of bullets, or hundreds of kilograms of high-energy explosives.

Gamma-9.

Andy got into the driver's seat of the Jeep, his large yellow body almost filling the entire seat.

"You take the convoy back first."

"Give these raw materials to Bauer and have them begin purification immediately."

Gamma-9 nodded quickly: "Yes, sir! And you…"

I'm going to see a friend.

Andy started the engine, and the Jeep roared.

"If I'm not back by tomorrow morning, you take your men and leave."

After saying that, Andy stepped on the gas.

The jeep kicked up a cloud of dust and plunged into the vast yellow smog outside the factory.

In Gamma-9's eyes, he was a solitary seeker who, in order to protect the people behind him, stepped alone into the abyss of darkness.

This sense of tragedy brought tears to Gamma-9's eyes once again.

And at this very moment.

Andy was cursing inside the Jeep.

"Damn, why is this ripped clothing so hot!"

"Is that vent blocked?!"

"I definitely need to install more water cooling systems later, otherwise it'll burn out the CPU sooner or later!"