svetikya Chapter 36 Agrippina
Chapter 36 Agrippina
Magellan extended a sophisticated mechanical clamp and picked up the picture book.
His optical sensors rapidly scanned every line, every forged ancient seal.
Despite its roughness.
Although some aspects do not conform to Martian aesthetic standards.
However, the core logic of "using environmental biomass for self-repair" does indeed bear the shadow of the "simple yet domineering" technology of the Golden Age.
Greed breeds at the heart of the sage's logic.
If this really is a lost STC variant...
If he could bring this technology back to Mars...
His status within the sect will rise dramatically.
They may also gain the qualification to build their own world.
However, the subspace aura emanating from this wall was far too strong.
"Logical conflict."
The sage returned the album to Lovi, speaking coldly.
"Even with supporting blueprints, the subspace thermal reaction still exceeds the limits. To ensure its purity, I must cut open its core, conduct a physical examination, and take away a core sample."
Lowe's heart skipped a beat.
If you use a hot melt cutting gun to cut open the metal casing of a wall surface.
What is exposed to the sage will never be the intricate gears, servo motors, or hydraulic pistons that represent the wisdom of the Mechanicus.
Beneath the cold steel skin, there is no longer any mechanical logic.
Inside were only purplish-red fleshy buds, which had long since merged with the ceramic steel and were still throbbing wildly.
There was also a tangled network of blood vessels, flowing with murky pus.
This is not an "adaptive mechanical structure" at all, but rather subspace flesh and blood that is still breathing.
Once the desecrated purple entrails are exposed to the air.
Once the strong smell of sulfur and decay spread.
All the lies about "STC blueprints" will instantly fall apart.
At that time, all that awaits them is execution on the spot.
The Christian Guard closed in again.
Just as the nozzle of the hot melt cutting gun was about to unleash deadly high temperatures.
The black ring on Luo Wei's body suddenly lit up.
A pale blue holographic projection, accompanied by a forced access to the underlying communication protocol, directly tore apart Magellan's private data chain.
"I am Alicia van Valentius."
The metallic sound echoed across the rain-shrouded square.
Even though it's just a virtual holographic projection.
However, the oppressive aura emanating from the ancient bloodline instantly froze the surrounding restless air.
"The rightful ruler of this planet, and the twelfth holder of the Holy Terra 'Plantation Charter'."
Hearing the last title.
Magellan's mechanical body, which had been completely still, suddenly stiffened noticeably.
This was a very rare reaction in the eyes of the accompanying mechanical instructors.
He slowly turned his head.
Several optical sensors are simultaneously focused on the family crest that floats on the front of the projection.
If she were merely an ordinary planetary governor, even if she held the power of life and death over the entire galaxy.
In the eyes of the Martian messengers, he was nothing more than a foreman in charge of managing mortal livestock.
They have absolutely no right to interfere with the sacred censorship of the Mechanic Church.
But the "wandering merchants" were different.
These are a group of people holding charters personally signed by the Emperor.
An ancient noble family that possessed the power to freely explore, trade, and even wage war outside the empire's borders.
In their family treasury.
Often, these artifacts lie dormant, containing alien technological relics brought back from the edge of the Milky Way, or star maps from a long-lost golden age.
Even the Mars Casting General would covet these things.
For a wise man who thirsts for knowledge.
Offending a descendant of a wandering merchant is more than just a political problem.
This also means that they may be permanently blacklisted from the technology sector, losing the opportunity to access these priceless treasures.
This is an immeasurable potential loss.
The sage stopped what he was doing.
The originally cold, electronic synthesized voice now carries a hint of caution based on calculations of profit:
"Heir to the Valentius family, your access code has been verified by this machine."
"Your Excellency, I am conducting a sacred investigation by the Mechanicus. There is serious suspicion of heresy here..."
"What exists here is a 'wartime special agricultural experiment' that I approved." Alicia's attitude was extremely firm, directly interrupting the sage's words.
"The Seventh Granary currently bears more than 70 percent of the planet's tithes."
"All the technical adjustments made by Advisor Lowe were authorized and guaranteed by the Governor's Office."
An electronic authorization certificate bearing the governor's gold seal and engraved with intricate anti-counterfeiting patterns was directly transmitted to the sage's retinal display screen.
"Sage, you can cut through that wall. But I must warn you, if your 'inspection' causes the defenses to collapse, allowing the plague forces to break in, and resulting in the inability to pay the tithes for the next quarter on time..."
Alicia paused for a moment, then threatened:
"I will submit a formal report to the Ministry of the Interior and the Ministry of the Armed Forces, accusing the Martian Mechanicus of sabotaging key agricultural facilities of the Empire, resulting in the failure to collect tithes."
"I think General Casting probably won't like taking the blame for someone else."
This was a game-winning shot.
Within the empire’s vast and bloated bureaucracy.
No one wants to take responsibility for "dropping tithes".
This means endless censorship, purges, and annihilation.
The core logic of Magellan's philosophy was running wildly.
On the left is "potentially heretical but possibly valuable technology from STC".
On the right is "enormous political risk and tithe responsibility".
As a high-ranking sage who has lived for hundreds of years, he knows how to calculate gains and losses.
After a few seconds of silence.
The servo skull behind the sage stopped screaming.
The friars' flares also dropped.
"Logical restructuring complete."
Magellan turned away from the wall and said to Loewy:
"Based on the Governor's Office's guarantee and the data provided by Father Alpha, this unit determines that the facility is in a 'wartime special state'."
He extended his robotic arm.
On Loewe's forged catalog.
A bright red sacred seal of the Mechanic Church was stamped on it.
"This mechanical device is tentatively named the 'Agrippina-VII Adaptive Biological Harvester'."
"The technical drawings will be taken back to the Mars Foundry for a long-term purity review."
"It could take two centuries before the review results are available."
"During this period, the facility will be allowed to continue operating as a 'field test prototype'."
Luo Wei's back was soaked with cold sweat.
"Two centuries of censorship" is the norm in the Mechanicus's efficiency.
this means.
As long as he doesn't die.
This wall is legal.
"Praise be to the mercy of Om Messiah." Lowe bowed deeply, his posture impeccable.
The sage did not say another word.
For the mechanical engineering school, as long as they obtain data, even if it is suspected to be STC data, they will be satisfied.
By evading responsibility, the objective has already been achieved.
As for whether that wall is heresy or not...
As long as it continues to fight against chaos.
As long as the governor is willing to endorse it, it is a "deferred judgment".
……
The light, gray rain continued to fall.
The ash-smelling rain pattered against the ravaged square of the Seventh Grain Depot.
The Magellanic Sage's Axe-class heavy transport ship did not take off immediately as Rowe had hoped.
Its anti-gravity engine is in standby mode.
A low-frequency humming sound rang out.
The tremor caused the mud on the ground to pulsate slightly.
The hatch was wide open.
A squad of religious guards, dressed in long red robes and marching in perfect unison, silently shuttled between the grain depot's supply warehouse and the spaceship.
Their movements were precise and indifferent, with no extra communication; the only sound was the faint electrical hum of the servo prosthesis in operation.
Lowe was not far away, watching as boxes of supplies marked "requisitioned" disappeared into the depths of the cargo hold.
There's only one feeling: financial pain.
Those are three hundred high-energy fuel rods!
Five tons of purified water that has undergone secondary filtration!
There are still two whole boxes of high-purity engine oil that originally belonged to the defense forces!
"This is a necessary supply, advisor."
Magellan's explanation, coming from behind the cold metal mask, contained no trace of apology.
It seemed perfectly natural.
"In order to arrive before the subspace storm completely seals off this sector, the machine's engines underwent three overload jumps, resulting in fuel consumption 42% higher than the standard value."
Luo Wei nodded expressionlessly.
With his hands clasped in front of his lower abdomen, he maintained a humble yet professional posture.
"It is an honor for the Seventh Granary, Your Excellency. Providing power to the messengers of Om Messiah is the best destiny for these supplies."
He is lying.
He had already clearly calculated this score in his mind:
The value of these supplies was enough for him to buy half a company of mercenaries on the black market.
They could either exchange it for enough food to keep the entire refugee camp running for a week.
However, this "protection fee" must be paid.
This is not just to shut the Mechanics Cult up, but also to get them out of here as soon as possible.
As long as these red-robed figures remain here for even a second longer, still secretly consuming the metal wall containing Oglin's flesh and blood, the risk of their exposure will increase.
"Your reaction speed is abnormally fast."
Lo Wei tentatively steered the conversation away from the topic.
An attempt was made to distract the sage from the metal wall.
"I originally thought that during the season when the subspace routes were fragmented, it would take the Martian fleet at least half a year, maybe several standard Terra years, to arrive."
Upon hearing this, Magellan turned around.
The optical sensor flickered.
He gazed at the gray horizon in the distance.
"Because we are nearby," the sage replied.
"For the past three standard Terran years, the recovery team has been patrolling the edge of the Gothic Sector. We are carrying out a sacred data archaeology mission."
"archeology?"
Lo Wei then showed a hint of curiosity.
"Searching for the lost STC template." The sage seemed unconcerned about revealing this to a mortal.
Perhaps in his view, this is like a human explaining calculus to an ant.
"Intelligence indicates that the Gothic Sector was an important agricultural colony during the Dark Ages."
"We hope to find some fragments about the 'Atmosphere Modification Engine'."
At this point, a sigh-like electrical noise came from the sage's mechanical voice transmitter.
Unfortunately, the harvest was meager.
"Most of the valuable data has been corrupted over the long years."
"And some were treated as scrap metal by those ignorant barbarians and recast into hoes..."