Chapter 827 Your Discovery Is Great, It's Mine Now

CNC Sage——Per 12. The Cybernetic Legion he controls is one of the most feared military forces in the Mechanicus. Those cold fighting machines with humanoid shapes have proven their outstanding talents in destruction and destruction in thousands of years of brutal battles.

Generally speaking, the CNC Sages in the Mechanicus are isolated from the political system, but in Agrapilina, a turbulent place close to the Eye of Terror, every Sage who can control a deadly legion has a very high status.

Per 12's approval warmed Rom's heart. He knew that his research was understandable to others, so he accelerated the speed of data output and continued to show his research results to everyone. Even if someone questioned and insulted him, he would not interrupt his thoughts because of his anger at his colleagues' stupidity.

"The rules of the God of All Machines run through every corner of the universe. As long as we explore the rules of the God of All Machines, we can use the rules to mine knowledge and resources from the universe. Just like mining ore, we can only carry a few stones weighing more than 100 kilograms with our hands, and the place of excavation is just a hill. But if we organically combine the rules of the God of All Machines into a huge excavator and drilling equipment, we can mine an entire planet."

"Through the study of alien documents, I speculate that this symbol is the tool used by the God of All Machines when creating. This symbol is the result of the combination of truth and rules. As long as this symbol can be successfully operated, the universe will feedback the results to us."

"So how to use this symbol?" A sage asked.

"Just recite this symbol. The louder the recitation, the better the effect." Rom answered. "But this symbol is the language of the God of All Machines. Ordinary things cannot evolve a vocal organ that can recite this symbol, and the person who pronounces it will pay a heavy price for using a symbol that exceeds his life level. I haven't studied the price yet. So we need to find another way to avoid the price and reproduce the voice of the God of All Machines."

"Great." Per 12 made an electronic applause, "The scientific discovery of Sage Rom is really great, and it also solves many of my questions."

"What questions?" Rom asked curiously.

"That's some small content on the contract." Per 12 said meaningfully, and then everyone watched his digitized body reach into his snail-shell-like back-brain reinforcement device. With the click of startup, the servo skull embedded in the back-brain reinforcement device opened its mouth, and one after another scarlet eye-catching, centipede-like waste code aggregates flowed in this data space.

The mutation caught all the sage priests off guard. Their first reaction was to be surprised that the sacred data barrier did not respond to the waste code aggregate. The next moment, they began to disengage from the program to prevent their data bodies from being affected by the waste code.

The data space did not respond to the sages' request to disengage, as if the space had already become the hand of Per 12 before it was contaminated by the waste code.

"What are you doing! Per 12! You are not only destroying and blaspheming the sacred machine soul! You are also betraying the God of All Machines!" Rom scolded, but Per 12 just smiled faintly.

This laughter gave everyone a strange feeling, as if the person in front of them was not the CNC sage Per 12, but an elder who had been passed down from ancient times.

Per 12 spoke, "When I was studying the thought space, your family was not even born."

"What?"

"It's normal that you can't understand. After all, the lie-mouthed corpse king has hidden too many good things. But you people actually think that he is the incarnation of the God of All Machines and serve him wholeheartedly? The real God of All Machines will be sad."

Per 12 ignored the shock and anger of the sages. He input a dark code carrying the devil's whispers into the space hijacked by the waste code.

Technology and demons are integrated into one. Only the priests of the Dark Mechanicus can do this. Those fallen Rom have seen it. The dark area near the Eye of Terror also has the forging world of the Dark Mechanicus.

The toxic atmosphere, boiling blood, charred meat and lead steel with souls are laid on the planet at will by the dark sages who rule the world. The buildings are suddenly and dangerously pointing to the sky, and then inserted into the depths of the ground. The devil machinery shuttles through the endless corpses under the factory mill, and the pain mixed with delusion spews out from the blast furnace.

Dark Mechanicus, Rom was furious when he thought of this name. These traitors are not worthy of the word "mechanical". What does everything they do have to do with technology? There is no beauty in engineering design and no exquisiteness in code operation. These people just roughly hammered the demons into steel and let the demons grow in it until a deformed and twisted steel monster appeared.

Compared with technology researchers, they are more like a group of alchemists!

Rom's thoughts were stirring in space, and Per 12 could naturally feel his anger and contempt. But he didn't want to explain more to this young child.

There is no right or wrong, no pros and cons in extreme natural science, only vertical development and horizontal development.

Although Rom has made great discoveries, his thoughts are still imprisoned by his mortal body. If he can abandon everything and devote himself to scientific research, he will realize how stupid his persistence was.

Waste code lingers in space, madly infecting and assimilating the original data and code. The ocean of data surged wildly, overwhelming the sages who gathered together to reinforce the firewall.

"This is not something we can stop." A biochemical sage felt desperate. Code logic and data calculation were not his strong points.

"No. We can't, but the legacy of the God of All Machines can!" Rom said firmly. He unfolded the data package that had just been unpacked. The tsunami of huge data and waste code collided with each other.

The process of assimilation infection was interrupted, and Per 12 even felt that his control over space had decreased a lot.

The last time he felt this way was during the civil war on Mars. An advanced artificial intelligence system that was liberated used his computing engine to clear the waste code virus all over Mars.

"You are so lucky, kid." Per 12 sighed, and then released more waste code aggregates. After suffering a loss on Mars once, there was no reason to suffer a second time.

The sudden increase in pressure made Rom feel difficult. The antivirus device he obtained was just a fragment.