At the resting area, Na jumped off his bunk and went to call other players from their resting areas one by one.
"Want to co tour this factory with ?" He knocked on the other players' cabin doors.
"Tour? Tour what?" A player poked his head out from inside.
"To see what a warhamr factory is really like! Aren't you curious?" Na said excitedly.
"Ah, now that you ntion it, I am interested. Let's go, let's go." The other player imdiately perked up.
"I won't go. I still have to play Werewolf with Third Squad later." So players expressed disinterest.
After asking around, a touring party of over a dozen players officially ford. They walked out of the resting area with high spirits and quickly stopped a servitor patrolling the corridor.
Na, who was leading, spoke, "This... uh..."
The servitor's monotonous synthetic voice imdiately responded, "Sir, you may call Uranium HJ354."
"Sounds highly radioactive..." Na muttered quietly, but still politely asked, "Can you give us a tour of this factory?"
"Apologies, sir," Uranium HJ354's chanical head tilted slightly, "I need to request permission from Tech-Priest Ossimia."
"Then hurry up," Na urged, "Just take us to the non-confidential areas. We just want to look around casually."
The servitor stood still for a mont, as if performing so data transfer or internal communication. A mont later, its sole chanical eye flickered, and it said, "Tech-Priest Ossimia has approved the request. Please follow . I will temporarily act as your guide, but so confidential areas will remain closed."
"Got it, got it, hurry up." The players urged impatiently.
Uranium HJ354 led the players through the labyrinthine corridors and production lines of the Trinity Foundry Workshop. Giant chanical arms swung in the air, emitting deafening roars; molten tal poured down like waterfalls, and steam and sparks intertwined to form an industrial epic.
"This production line is a millennium old," Uranium HJ354's flat voice was clearly audible amidst the din, "Every screw's position, every weld mark, has endured millennia of testing, a profound manifestation of the Omnissiah's wisdom. Every process in its operation strictly adheres to ancient doctrines and sacred blueprints."
The players were all astonished by the unimaginably magnificent scene before them.
"I can't imagine how much pressure is inside that tank. In reality, it would definitely explode!" A player couldn't help but exclaim.
"Warhamr's mathematical design and materials science are definitely superior to reality. After all, the setting is 40,000 years in the future."
Reddito, observing all of this through Uranium HJ354's perspective, also found a hint of interest in the Helldivers' enthusiasm. It seed this Astra Militarum squad really liked machinery. After all, ordinary grunts would be exhausted from fighting, so how could they have the mood to tour an Adeptus chanicus factory? This undoubtedly made them unique.
However, after their initial amazent, the players quickly discovered a problem.
"Do the servitors on this production line have any purpose?" A player asked, pointing at the servitors who were constantly tightening screws, chanting scriptures, repeating this process without any other actions, "Removing them wouldn't affect production... The production line is running entirely on its own."
"Sir, your error is severe," Uranium HJ354 corrected, "In fact, it is these seemingly useless actions that maintain the purity and normal operation of this production line. The devout belief of the Omnissiah's followers keeps the machine spirit constantly pleased and protected from evil."
The player was dumbfounded. He scratched the back of his head: "Aren't servitors supposed to have their brains cut out? Where would they get devout belief?"
"What is this? Warhamr's version of political correctness?"
"It should really have so use, right? After all, it's been done this way for ten thousand years, there must be so logic to it..."
"Then what is the purpose of this... uh, wetware?" The player pointed at a living brain hanging beside the production line, imrsed in an unknown liquid and connected to countless tubes, looking bizarre and out of place, "Honestly, I feel like this thing doesn't fit in with this production line at all. You didn't just hang it there, did you?"
"Sir, this is an adjustnt perfectly in line with the Omnissiah's will, after precise calculations," Uranium HJ354 explained, "This wetware is placed here to constantly record and soothe the machine spirit's state."
"So you really did just hang it there?"
"You're talking too much, stop."
"Don't say anything more. What if these 'oil-heads' are narrow-minded and don't give us equipnt?"
"You're right, I won't say anything else."
Na coughed twice and quickly changed the subject, "What does this production line produce?"
"It produces HK-III Physical Activator," Uranium HJHJ54's emotionless voice sounded, "It can eliminate physiological fatigue and suppress pain for the user."
The players imdiately understood: "Holy crap, Ice!"
Na beca interested: "Are there any similar things? Don't use chemical nas."
"Yes, there's also PP-IV Freezing Agent, which eliminates negative emotions, revitalizes the spirit, and maintains absolute calm; and Alpha-V Liberator, which can disable self-protection chanisms and maximize human strength..."
The players' eyes grew brighter with each item. Na excitedly asked, "Can these stimulants be mixed together and injected simultaneously?"
"Theoretically possible, but the withdrawal symptoms after the effects wear off will be extrely severe..."
"Don't talk about side effects or anything like that," Na interrupted, "Just tell , what dosage and how to mix them for maximum effect?"
Uranium HJHJ54 was silent for a while, seemingly performing complex calculations. A mont later, its chanical voice sounded again: "Mix 200 milliliters of HK-III Physical Activator, 200 milliliters of PP-IV Freezing Agent, 200 milliliters of Alpha-VI Liberator, and 150 milliliters of HPV-VII Sentinel in an active solvent.
This mixture will total 750 milliliters and can greatly enhance combat capabilities in all aspects, including physical endurance, strength, perception, reaction, and damage tolerance, for the next 24-48 hours. The specific duration varies depending on physique, but after the effects wear off... there is only death."
The players completely ignored the last phrase, "there is only death," and excitedly began to discuss: "This absolutely must be included in our armants! Each of us should at least be equipped with one mixed agent!"
"Let's tell the company commander on the forum right now and have him talk to that Tech-Priest!"
"It would be best if it could be automatically injected, so we don't have to manually push it when the ti cos!"
"I knew this ga definitely had more than just chanical ascension as a path!"
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