As the polarizer on the screen turned green, the Adjudicator let out a high-pitched horn blast.
"pass."
Loken said briskly.
"May the God of All Machines protect the sacred body of steel."
This castle-level combat robot strode out of the sheltered area with its mechanical legs.
Loken kept it in a dreamlike state, with its advanced features disabled to avoid damage to the logic circuits during repairs.
After leaving the sheltered area, the secondary technicians quickly smeared holy oil from the wine duster onto the fighting machine, and then transported it away to join the silent queue of its companions.
The Mechanicus believe that the machine soul floats inside the metal shell, but cannot control its own actions.
When anointing with holy oil, they regarded this as an opportunity to communicate directly with the God of All Machines. They looked forward to it and even welcomed it with joy.
Loken has already called the next robot to come forward and enter the status area.
There are still fifty-eight robots left here waiting for inspection, and an inspection takes an average of ten minutes. He will have to stay in this long line for at least many more hours.
God damn it, this job is so boring, which is exactly why he never stayed in the same role for a long time in the past.
In the previous battle, 92 combat robots were permanently damaged. This almost broke Loken's heart, but he could only remove the parts of those 92 robots to repair the remaining 70 that were seriously damaged.
of robots.
In fact, there are many scrapped combat robots that are not completely irredeemable, but they lack technology and materials.
"pass."
After completing most of the inspection, he waved the next machine through.
Suddenly, the door of the workshop was opened, and the towering ceramic steel frame of YT-001 stepped forward.
Although he couldn't tell from the outside, Loken knew that the thing in front of him was not a pure machine, but actually a modified human being.
Only the brain and spine were left of the original human being, which were kept in an armored amniotic box, while the rest were turned into machines.
He often refers to them as "she", although one of them may have been male at one time.
But once you really scoop out someone's brain and throw away the rest, it doesn't actually matter what pronoun you use.
YT-001 brought a message, the icon of the digital letter flashed on the artificial display, and Loken immediately opened it.
"Priest Loken, come to see me immediately."
There is no sound or picture, only Soshyan's signature.
Another technician has come over and started to take over Loken's work. The lower half of this guy's face and limbs have been replaced - the flesh and blood on his body is not much more than that of a servitor.
"Let's go."
Loken handed over the medical polarizer and duster and left to find Soshyan.
Soshyan was currently at the central data transfer link of the orbital station, and Loken thought that he would need to take two low-pressure high-speed transport cabins there.
This journey took him about twenty minutes.
When he entered the cabin, the room was dark. Several combat robots were standing in the room, and everyone turned their faces to the center.
Standing in the middle of the room was Soshyan wearing ceremonial armor, and there was another thing standing next to him.
It was a Mechanicus priest wearing a red robe. His gender was undetermined, and his body shape had undergone drastic changes and was far from human standards.
The weird angle under the robe shows that very little of the original body remains, and its face is difficult to identify. The reflection on the lens suggests that there are many heavy bionic prosthetic eyes under the hood.
At first glance, there doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary, because there are far more extreme biochemical transformations in the Mechanicus than this person.
But if you take a closer look, you will find that the appearance of this priest is more like some kind of arachnid creature, and its weirdness does not end there.
There is no doubt that this involves very advanced mechanical transformation technology, and those who can obtain this level of transformation are all extremely high-level Mechanicus cultists.
Generally speaking, people generally call this kind of believer——
Sage.
Sages are high-ranking members of the Adeptus Mechanicus and true believers in the creed of the Mechanicus. These people continue to improve and perfect themselves in their professional fields, making themselves masters of a certain subject.
Their devotion has led them to sacrifice much of their bodies to emulate the divine mechanical form, and after decades of service, the Sages have replaced many of their organs and limbs with advanced control implants.
Like the Adeptus Mechanicus, these replacement limbs and organs never tire or weaken with age, underscoring the greatness of the Machine.
Sages in their respective fields have corresponding titles, such as biological sage, origin sage, alchemy sage, logic sage, holy machine sage, etc. Some of them are academic titles, and the other part are functional titles.
But the titles of the Sages are not fixed. In fact, their positions and titles are often in a complex and ever-changing state, and they will adjust their titles during wars, becoming the rulers of the Sages and incarnating the armed forces of the Mechanicum.
commander.
There is no doubt that the person who appears next to Soshyan is a sage, and judging from the logo on the other person's robe, he is also a sage from Mars.
From a long distance away, Loken could even smell the holy oil and incense applied to the opponent's body, as well as the sacred surgical ointment applied to the mechanical parts.
"Master, this is Priest Loken, from Ma'kande No. 2. He is currently in charge of our battle robot army."
Soshyan first briefly introduced Loken.
"Loken, this is Master Abdullo Bishop of Mars."
Then he gave a brief introduction to Loken.
At the same time, Loken could feel some kind of scanning ray sweeping from his feet to the top of his head.
"Hello."
Then, murmurs and binary signals filled the room.
"Hello, Master Abdullo Bishop."
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"Priest Loken, after examining these holy soldiers, I have a few questions I would like answers to."
Hearing this, Loken nodded. In fact, Soshyan had agreed with him a long time ago.
Master Abdullo Bishop then raised several questions in succession, most of which revolved around the origins of these combat robots, their structures, and daily maintenance.
Loken may not be top-notch technically, but his language skills are definitely top-notch, and he answered almost all questions perfectly.
As for the origin of these combat robots, he always insisted that they were excavated by the Astral Knights from an ancient underground ruin. As for the details of that ruin, he claimed that his memory components were damaged and he could not remember clearly.
So much so that the sage of Mars even used a threatening tone, but he remained indifferent and said nothing.
As Lysander said, because of the Imperial Fist platform, the representatives of Mars did not go further after all. They only expressed that they would stay for a few days and carefully inspect every battle droid before making a decision.
In their words, they vaguely expressed their desire to recycle these combat robots.
But how could Soshyan agree?
But he didn't say anything, but said that those combat robots that they could not repair could be handed over to Mars.
After an hour of negotiations, the two sides finally reached a preliminary agreement. Mars can provide technical maintenance personnel and better weapons and parts for those castle-level combat robots that can still fight, while Soshyan will provide the previous combat robots with technical maintenance personnel and better weapons and parts.
The lost ones are donated to Mars.
In addition, the technical sergeant's study trip to Mars, which had been delayed for a long time, has also been put on the agenda.
At this point, the crisis from Mars has come to an end.