The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Just when Soshyan was a little embarrassed looking at the things he didn't know anything about, Bangura, who was on the side, took over the conversation and introduced:

"The performance of a device is largely determined by its neural network, of which the meditator is key, and meditators vary in size and function, from the vast complexes that specialize in helping process and manage all the data, to Microprocessors used in the brain vary, and one of the drawbacks of the Venus class is that it is difficult to miniaturize, and we are working towards that, but it will take time and some important materials.”

"Whatever is needed, you can make a list, and I will solve it as appropriate."

The contemplative factory on the Skyline Circle is the sixth project he visited today. This gleaming hall is spacious and functional, with geometrical precision, and materials are machined to flow and elegant.

While the architecture here is entirely in the service of engineering, the beauty of form has not been overlooked.

In the halls, in the closets, and in the spacious workplace, there were servants and workers of all kinds, and when everyone saw Soshyan, they paid due respect to him.

Every new room he passed contained engineering and architectural marvels, gigantic, cog-inlaid machines surrounded by crackling lightning bolts, tens of thousands of workers toiling on workbenches in huge factories, machinery on workbenches The device is equipped with delicate silver forceps and needle instruments.

The contemplative array is one of the few equipment that is difficult to produce with pure industrial production lines, and even machine servants are not involved. They rely heavily on skilled technical workers. The most common workers here also have the identity of low-level technicians.

In a sense, to see the true level of a foundry world, it must be right to look at its contemplative factory.

Along the way, Soshyan felt that Ulan Huda's level was still acceptable, much higher than he expected.

At last they came to a spacious room filled with racks and racks of gleaming tools and manufacturing equipment, many of which Soshyan couldn't even name.

At one end of the room stood a tall square cabinet, and four people in robes stood around the workbench in the middle, and when he was introduced to them, everyone bowed and nodded to him.

In addition to Bangura, Soshyan was accompanied by Talos and others, as well as more than a dozen representatives of different types.

After inspecting the Thinker Factory, Bangura sent everyone away, and only took Soshyan and Talos to the next place, a place so secret that most of the sages on the planet did not know.

"The covenant with the Night King was considered a burden by some people, but few people know what it brought us."

In a giant elevator, Bangura recounts some of the things that happened in Ulan Huda during the Great Crusade.

"Many cutting-edge technologies in Ulan Huda were collected by the Eighth Legion from the Ghoul Star District. In fact, we can be considered as mutual achievements, but the Eighth Legion has not been able to get our assistance. "

Soshyan listened carefully, while Talos looked as if nothing had happened.

The ten-minute journey finally brought them to a room with a high ceiling, without any ostentation, and in the center of the room a fifty-meter-wide silver column stood in the middle of the house.

Hundreds of castle-level combat robots were gathered around the column in full armor. Their gray shells were integrated with the defended targets. The arms were replaced by huge weapons, and there were huge weapons on their shoulders.

When the battle droids scanned a target approaching the cylinder, Bangura passed them a binary protocol, and at that moment Soshyan felt like he saw a beam of light darts fly through the air towards the guards.

"This is the underground of the Bright Palace?"

On the glittering wall, a door was slowly opening, and the guard robots also began to retreat to both sides.

"Part of it."

As soon as he walked into the cabin door, Soshyan suddenly felt a chill of air hitting him.

Then he found himself standing in what appeared to be a gondola car attached to the inner wall of a silver cylinder, and the car began to spiral down along the track.

The three were silent in the dark, but Soshyan noticed a cloud of breathing mist floating in front of him, and white frost began to form on the metal guardrail of the car.

After about five minutes, the cable began to slow down and came to a steady stop on the elevator shaft with a thumping sound.

Soshyan came out and saw that the floor was covered with marble, and the silver-gold threads on it were spread like electric currents.

Soon, the three figures descended through the intricate passages, covered with dust that had been undisturbed for many centuries, many tunnels scattered into the darkness, and carved into the bedrock of countless years, but Under the leadership of Bangura, the three passed the maze with precision, as if there were some invisible clues or inaudible signals pulling them forward.

A few rattling levitating servo-skulls accompany them as they pass through these dark tunnels, poking into the darkness with lighting **** gripped by their two-legged calipers dangling from their chins.

I don't know if these things were just put down or if they existed before.

"The actions of the Eighth Legion are really frightening. The more you give, the more you ask for. Therefore, after the rebellion, the casting supervisor at that time built this underground space, originally planning to hide some valuable equipment, but When the Eighth Army was crushed by the First Army, this place became a hiding place for supplies. After all, no one knew when the reckoning would come~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They kept going down, leaving only behind The dust was flying, and the sound of metal footsteps was recalled among the shriveled walls.

Bangura turned another corner and led them into an echoing hall filled with dusty books, forgotten hoards of knowledge, and even Soshyan saw open caves lying there. Some gigantic machinery, but they are completely rusted beyond recognition.

Soon, they came to the end of the road, where there was a leaf-shaped arch with a socket installed on the gate.

"We have arrived."

Bangura inserted a mechanical tentacle into the socket, and then the door slowly opened with the screeching sound of metal.

"This is--"

What caught Soshyan's eyes was a perfect hemispherical hall with a diameter of 1,000 meters covered with silver metal. The hall emitted a gentle glow, although Soshyan could not find any obvious light source.

The floor of the hall is of mechanically ground rock, whose polished and reflective properties look like marble.

What's more important is what's inside.

Uncountable sets of Mark IV power armors are neatly stacked on the shelves, layer by layer. The average height of the shelves exceeds 20 meters. Soshyan can't even estimate the specific number for the first time. There are ten in a single shelf. set, with five shelves in a row.

It took more than ten seconds to make a rough calculation, and there should be about 5,000 sets.

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