Warhammer Survival Guide

Chapter 16 Wet Component Servers

Accompanied by a hissing sound of corrosion.

A pungent chemical smell filled the administrative manager's office.

A specially formulated "purification liquid" that is a mixture of industrial bleach, holy water, and trace amounts of ferrous fuel.

It was being meticulously sprayed on the floor and walls by two machine gunners dressed in hazmat suits.

And anywhere that might be stained with the blood of the man in the black robe.

White foam churned and bubbled.

The originally dark red bloodstains convulsed violently the moment they came into contact with the purification liquid, as if they were some kind of living creature.

It then turned into a lifeless pool of grayish-black residue.

Luo Wei stood in the corridor, observing everything expressionlessly through the thick glass curtain wall.

He held a pocket watch in his hand, silently calculating the time.

"The purification process took 12% longer to react than expected."

A sound with electronic reverb came from behind him.

Father Alpha's red robe trailed on the ground.

Three mechanical tentacles extending from behind were flexibly adjusting the parameters of the air filter.

Half of his face was covered by a metal mask.

A deep blue light, representing data analysis, gleamed in Yi's eyes.

"This indicates that the contamination in subspace possesses a certain degree of activity, even though the host is dead."

Alpha paused, then used his still-flesh-and-blood left hand to draw a gear symbol on his chest.

"Praise be to the God of all things, your decision is correct, Your Excellency."

"If it had been half an hour later, the mold here would have spread through the ventilation ducts and turned the entire building into a petri dish."

Lo Wei put away his pocket watch and turned around.

"How's Manager Case doing?"

"That biomass?"

A rare hint of pleasure crept into Alpha's tone.

It's like a child who has received a new toy.

"It must be said that his fat layer is very thick, which provides excellent buffering for neural access."

"I have removed his frontal lobe, which was filled with useless desires, while preserving the area responsible for calculation and logical processing."

"Right now, he is a very efficient 'wet server' in the basement of Workshop 7, responsible for coordinating the logistics data of the entire grain warehouse."

The Tech Priest's mechanical eye flickered.

"His computational efficiency was three hundred times higher than it was during his lifetime. This once again proves that only by abandoning the weaknesses of human nature can we approach the perfection of machinery."

Luo Wei nodded slightly.

No moral judgment was made regarding this horrifying transformation.

In this world, morality is a luxury.

Efficiency is essential for survival.

Since Case chose to betray humanity, becoming a calculator that serves the human race is already the greatest mercy the Emperor could bestow upon him.

"Great. Now that someone's handling the logistics data, I need you to help me with some 'hardware' issues."

Lowe took out a neatly folded blueprint from his pocket and handed it to Alpha.

This is a sketch he casually drew while waiting for purification.

"I want to transform the three main irrigation canals surrounding the Executive Yuan into defensive trenches."

Alpha took the blueprints, and its electronic eyes quickly scanned the lines on them.

"Deepen the riverbed, lay sharp scrap metal at the bottom, and then install high-voltage electric grids on both sides..." The priest's voice sounded somewhat confused.

"This doesn't conform to the standard STC template for agricultural facilities. It's more like... some kind of primitive fortress defense system."

"You can think of it as a necessary measure to prevent rodents from damaging crops."

Lo Wei did not offer much explanation.

"In addition, I need you to mobilize all the engineering servitors to cooperate with Buck's defense forces to complete this task."

"This will require a lot of energy and building materials." Alpha hesitated. "This kind of non-productive consumption, if not reported..."

"This is to protect production."

Luo Wei emphasized.

I turned my gaze to the gloomy sky outside the window.

"Alpha, your sensors should be able to read the increasingly strong subspace readings."

"If we don't repair this wall, there might be no 'production' to speak of tomorrow or the day after."

Luo Wei continued in a deep voice:

"If this defense is successful, I will request the governor to officially upload the blueprints for that modified harvester to the Mars Foundry in your name, as a 'special agricultural machinery variant for the Nest City environment'."

Alpha's mechanical tentacles stiffened for a moment.

Upload the STC variant drawing.

This is an irresistible temptation for any tech priest.

This means the accumulation of knowledge.

This signifies a rise in status within the sect.

"Logic loop check passed."

Alpha quickly put away the blueprints, and the blue light in its artificial eyes became intense.

"This level of transformation is perfectly logical in order to protect the sacred tithe."

"I will immediately mobilize all the computing power of Workshop Seven to support this project."

Watching the priest's hurried departure, Lowe let out a soft breath.

In this world full of fanatics, dealing with the Mechanicus, which believes in "logic," is actually the easiest thing to do.

As long as you can provide sufficient data and benefits.

They are the most reliable allies.

……

Half an hour later, the office cleaning was completed.

The pungent smell of disinfectant still lingered in the air.

However, the nauseating stench of the warp has disappeared.

Luo Wei went in but did not sit in the large boss's chair.

He had someone bring in an ordinary hardwood desk and placed it on the side of the room, diagonally opposite the large floor-to-ceiling window.

In this way, he can overlook the entire square.

And you won't make yourself a sitting duck for snipers.

"consultant."

Buck pushed the door open and came in.

He held a thick statistical table in his hand, and looked somewhat tired.

"All 50,000 people have been settled. As you instructed, a system of mutual supervision has been implemented, with ten people in each tent, and they keep an eye on each other."

"If even one person runs away or causes damage, the others in the same tent will have their rations cut off for three days."

"How was the result?" Rowe sat down and picked up the quill pen.

On a blank sheet of parchment, they began to list the supplies.

"It's frighteningly good."

Buck scratched his messy hair, a hint of fear flashing in his one eye.

"Just now, a guy tried to sneak a wrench, but before the military police could even touch him, he was pinned down by the men in his tent and had his leg broken. These guys... they'll do anything for a bite to eat."

"That's right."

Without looking up, Lowe said, "Order is not established by preaching, but by shared interests and shared fears."

He put down his pen and asked again:

"How many more days can our food reserves last?"

"If we follow the previous standards, that's enough. But you promised to increase the concentration of their green soup by 20%..." Buck looked troubled.

"Our stockpile of body starch can only last three days at most. After three days, we'll have to feed them industrial wastewater."

"Three days?"

Luo Wei tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound.

This is a dangerous critical point.

Once food supplies run out.

These 50,000 newly tamed laborers will instantly turn into 50,000 man-eating mouths.