diskusbooks Chapter 279 The Standard Template Army Attacks
Chapter 279 The Standard Template Army Attacks
The two ladies quickly got up and ran outside. Lin Heng sat on the floor, feeling the shaking of the entire building, only to realize that the other party had attacked at such a close distance.
"Just go, at least give me something to wear."
Not to mention weapons, there was not even any clothes. There was no object left in the subspace rift that opened up in Lin Heng's body.
A soldier never fights an unprepared battle, and it would be shameful to just sit there and do nothing but humiliate himself.
So she quickly got up and looked at the closet full of underwear. After searching for a long time, although she did not find any clothes to wear, she discovered that there was a hidden keyhole on the door panel inside the closet full of "wow" underwear.
Lin Heng stretched out his hand and knocked on the wall. There was a metallic "bangbang" sound. Then he expanded his 'astral vision' and saw a very complicated structure behind the wall.
"Hiding treasures in the undergarments is something that only the Dark Eldar can do... Anyway, everyone knows that I'm here, so just use your psychic power!"
Lin Heng exhaled to calm his mind, then cast 'Uncertain Imbalance'. The strange runes on his body that looked like Mandela had dimmed, but he had made great progress in traveling through different dimensions.
Holding his breath and concentrating, as the psychic power was released, Lin Heng controlled his body to connect with the subspace and slowly walked into the secret room.
The delicate and constantly changing mechanical structure makes it very difficult to unlock the door. If you don't have a special key, it will probably take a long time to break into this several-meter-thick metal compartment by force.
There are also some crystals among them. Once Lin Heng gets close to the spiritual power flowing in his body, it will slow down, as if it were frozen.
This feeling is similar to the Blackstone Prison at that time. It seems that this is probably one of the reasons why the Dark Eldar can resist the erosion of the Warp.
After taking a detour, he finally left the wall after dozens of meters, but those sophisticated mechanical structures did not disappear. Rather, a new form appeared in front of him.
Looking at the tightly protected spherical object in front of him, Lin Heng didn't know why this thing was so valuable.
On the white unknown metal base, there is a metal sphere with an exposed core and a diameter of about 30 centimeters. Around the sphere, there are several metal rings, just like the ring belts around a planet.
STC, the standard production template, is circulated online, but there is no clear standard picture
There are ten metal plates on the ground around, with certain circuit blueprints stamped on them. After comparison, it is found that it is the metal sphere in front of them.
"Dong dong dong."
Lin Heng knocked on it and found nothing strange. The only strange thing was that this secret room of dozens of square meters protected a metal object with no signs, no words, and no response.
"If only Reverend Shoggoth were here, damn, B-bird."
The exposed cables and integrated circuit boards in the center of the ball were so complicated that Lin Heng couldn't understand them, but he thought that if they could be placed in such a place, they must be rare treasures.
Anyway, I am about to leave Comoros. After suffering so much loss, it is normal to collect some taxes.
Lin Heng immediately took action, trying to take the thing in front of him away. If the Mandela leather bag was still preserved, then maybe he could use that thing to get him out of the area.
"But now there is nothing left.. All that is left is psychic energy..."
As if he had thought of something, Lin Heng looked at his abdominal cavity, then measured the size of the object, then placed his hands on the surface of the sphere and slowly released his psychic power.
"Buzz!"
There was a sudden loud noise, and the unresponsive machine suddenly emitted light, and then the ring belt surrounding the center of the sphere began to rotate irregularly.
A faint orange-red light emanated from the exposed area in the center of the ball, and then an illusory image of an old man appeared in front of Lin Heng.
"Hello... please... more... psychic energy... more... psychic energy... energy... too low... psychic energy..."
The old man's image was very unstable, and the holographic projection was disappearing and reconstructed all the time. Lin Heng was a little shocked, but he quickly reacted and quickly infused it with psychic power.
As the temperature in the room dropped, the image of the old man in front of him finally became fuller and clearer, his speech became more coherent, and the machinery began to operate well.
"What's going on with you?"
While infusing spiritual energy, Lin Heng was also checking and feeling the condition of the machine. The old man was not the machine soul he had imagined, and when he came into contact with it, he did not have the same sense of connection as when he met other machine souls.
Inside the metal sphere, there were circuit boards that were too complex to record and circuit cables that were as thin as a hair. Just looking at them made him feel confused.
The old man nodded slightly and said respectfully:
"Master Psychic, you can call me the Standard Production Template, or STC for short."
Lin Heng's eyes suddenly widened, he took two steps back and looked down carefully at the thing in front of him. He didn't expect that this thing was actually the legendary and famous thing that everyone knew.
Even the Zakli Think Tank praised its existence. It was precisely with the help of the incomplete STC that the Human Empire was able to win one tough battle after another.
Land Raider, Monomolecular Blade, Leman Russ Tank, these are all things that can only be made through STC archaeology. He was really lucky to have found them just by rummaging through the boxes!
"STC?! You're the thing that the Mechanicus is willing to rebel for? Guns? Cannons?! Ships?!"
As Lin Heng was daydreaming, his mouth almost cracked to his ears. According to his understanding, two soldiers had recovered more outstanding combat daggers and were rewarded by their own planet.
Then if I could make a vehicle, a thermal weapon, a ship engine, etc., wouldn't I be able to become the leader of the galaxy!
"No, no, no, I am not a combat series STC. I am only responsible for supporting logistics and can only produce a product called Panacea."
The kind old man spoke in a very gentle tone, as if he was talking about something insignificant.
When Lin Heng heard the word "no", he was already in a very low mood. But when the three words "panacea" appeared, his heart jumped to his throat again.
Although the empire's medical level is very advanced, it is only limited to various hospitals. If the wounded are not transported in time on the battlefield, it will be impossible to provide timely treatment.
And hearing that the other party's name is "Panacea", doesn't that mean it is absolutely effective for any injury?
In some ways, this could be more useful than weapons. If the Mechanicus knew about this, wouldn't they come and snatch it away on the spot?
If he brought this thing back to Terra, wouldn't those damn inquisitors in the Tribunal have to worship him as their father?
"Get rid of it! I have to get rid of it! We can talk about the future later. It's enough for me to know that you are STC. I have to stuff you into my stomach!"
As Lin Heng spoke, his hands were like knives, and he cut open his abdominal cavity with a flash of lightning, and then began to communicate with the secret space that had been opened up.
Then he pressed his bloody hands on the STC, continuously infusing it with spiritual energy, turning on the "uncertain imbalance" of the whole thing, integrating it into the subspace, and then holding the sphere and stuffing it into the abdominal cavity.
"Go in! Go in!"
"I can't..."
"You can! You can! I will draw back the spiritual energy, and you will fall into a deep sleep first to prevent being corrupted!"
In no time, Lin Heng stroked his grown belly, lay on the ground with his back, and giggled contentedly.
"Mrs. Marles, I, Lin Hengxin, appreciate the gifts you gave me. We can have a deeper discussion next time we have a chance."
Lin Heng stood up and left the secret room unsteadily, looking at the conflict that was breaking out outside the window. He realized that he must not be caught by the Blood Orcs, especially the guy named You Run.
"Whoosh!"
"*!"
...
Airships were flying all over the sky, firing continuously at the Blood Orcs artifacts on the ground. The corrosive cannons in the hands of the Pain Engines were rumbling, and anything that was touched would turn into a pool of pus.
The Flesh Prophet Society's Parasitic Engine
Large numbers of twisted abominations rushed into the conspiracy positions under the dense artillery fire and began indiscriminate massacres.
The potion tank behind the spine began to inject combat potion into the body, and then the deformed body became more twisted, and the fear of life and death became more numb. The sharp claws blew up a whirlwind, and scarlet blood rained all over the field.
Several witches held spears in their hands and stabbed repeatedly, piercing through the enemy's body and nailing them to the ground. Listening to the opponent's hoarse roar, the desire to fight rose up.
Dozens of Blood Orcs with strange tentacles watched the fire from the other side, watching the wreckage of their own men fighting with the engine creations, watching a large number of Dark Eldar die in their hands, and they only hated that they died too easily.
"It doesn't matter. We can rescue them after we take them to the Flesh Distortion Field. Then they will be our goods."
"You Run, is there really no response from Victor?"
Yourun Lakas looked at the gradually collapsing city, licked his lips and said:
"Victor is scared. He is not as brave as us Blood Orcs. This guy won't take action unless he sees benefits.
After all, if something happens, he will be the first to run. Although we need him, it is not absolute. Since we can control the Internet, it is easy to replace the leader of Comoros.
Let your creations attack the Venomous Tongue Cabal building. The damned little beast dared to use psychic power. What a naughty monkey. "
...
"Marlas, is this the second rescue you predicted?" Lilith asked, looking at the wounded around the city.
Madam Marles stroked her chest and looked at the fire site with a worried look on her face. After three or five seconds, she raised her head and said:
“I don’t know, because Comoros is still standing tall, and it’s not time for chaos yet. This guy called Ma Niubi still has a very tortuous road to go...
Torture is not necessarily a bad thing, and rescue is not necessarily a good thing."