Warhammer Survival Guide

Chapter 10 New STC Revelation

Luo Wei looked at the wheat field, but his brow remained furrowed.

Although efficiency has improved, he has also done the calculations.

It's still not enough.

That 20% increase in production is still a bit short of what we can achieve with just this manpower.

In addition, weather forecasts indicate that a subspace storm is approaching.

If the harvest cannot be completed within three days, the wheat will rot in the fields.

"Alfa," Rowe turned around, "is that big machine ready?"

"It's fixed," Father Alpha said excitedly, "but... it's a bit radical. The other tech priests think it's a monster."

"Take me to see it."

……

Deep inside the repair workshop.

The huge canvas was pulled open.

A ferocious steel behemoth was revealed.

It is ten meters tall.

The chassis was pieced together from two scrapped Chimera troop carriers.

The vehicle body was welded with various armor plates and pipes, a complete mess.

The most eye-catching feature is the harvesting device at the front.

This is not an ordinary blade.

Those were rows of rotating toothed rollers.

The rollers are also connected to a shredder and a high-pressure vacuum cleaner.

On the roof, where the machine gun turret was originally installed, Rowe converted it into a spray nozzle to spray a chemical agent that could quickly dehydrate the vehicle.

This is not a harvester at all.

This is a mobile fortress of destruction.

"How's the power system?" Luo Wei asked.

"We connected three engines in parallel."

Father Alpha pointed to the several thick exhaust pipes at the rear of the car, "The power is overloaded by 200%. Once it starts, the noise can deafen a person."

Father Alpha hesitated for a moment, then said, "Its machine spirit is... very volatile. During yesterday's test drive, it almost dragged one of its servants into it."

"No wonder it's so volatile," Rowe said, patting the rough armor plating. "It was born to race against time. It doesn't need to be docile, it just needs to be ferocious."

Just then, an angry voice came from the doorway.

"This is blasphemy!"

A high-ranking sage dressed in a red robe entered.

He was followed by several religious guards.

He is the head of this parish and rarely appears in public.

"Who are you?" the sage asked, pointing at Lovi. "Is it you who dismantled these sacred vehicles into this ghastly state?"

"I am the special agricultural advisor, Rowe," Rowe said, neither humble nor arrogant.

"An advisor? A mortal?" The sage's mechanical tentacles waved angrily.

"How dare you arbitrarily piece together STC templates?"

"How dare you connect a sacred engine with a filthy shredder?"

"This is an insult to Om Messiah! I will send you to the court of judgment!"

Father Alpha was so frightened that he shrank back.

Luo Wei laughed.

He walked up to the sage and looked directly into the electronic eye that was flashing red light.

"My sage, did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

"The Song of the Machine Soul".

Rowe placed his hand on the hood.

A deep rumble came from inside, like the roar of a trapped wild beast.

"You call it blasphemy. But I say it's evolution."

"This rough splicing solves the heat dissipation problem. These serrated edges look ugly, but they can cut a hundred straws in a second."

"Look at this RPM," Rowe pointed to the instrument panel, "four thousand revolutions per minute. Can a regular engine do that?"

The sage paused for a moment.

He glanced at the dial.

Indeed, this number is ridiculously high.

"This...this doesn't make sense," the sage muttered to himself. "At such a high rotation speed, the bearings should have melted long ago."

"Because I used a special lubricant," Rowe said, "an oil extracted from corpses. It's more heat-resistant than holy oil."

Lo Wei leaned closer to the sage and said in a deep voice:

"What do you think Om Messiah would prefer? A pile of rusty parts lying in a warehouse, or a steel behemoth capable of producing tens of millions of tons of grain for the Empire?"

"If it can move, work, and roar, it means that the machine spirit has accepted this combination."

"This is the will of the god of all things: make the best use of everything and prioritize efficiency."

The sage fell silent.

His logical circuits were running at breakneck speed.

The doctrine told him that this was heresy.

However, the data told him that this was amazing.

In the cult of mechanics, data is truth.

"If you can prove it's right..." the sage finally spoke after a long pause, "If you can prove it can harvest this experimental field within an hour..."

"It won't take an hour." Rowe climbed into the cockpit. "Half an hour will be enough."

"Alpha, get on! Be my second-in-command!"

Father Alpha climbed up, trembling.

"start up!"

Lo Wei pressed the red button.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

Black smoke billowed out.

The massive saw-toothed rollers began to spin, emitting a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air.

The steel behemoth moved.

It was like a runaway tank, rushing out of the workshop and into the wheat field.

At that moment, everyone.

Refugees, defense forces, and even priests from the Mechanicus were all stunned.

They saw that wherever the monster passed, the wheat fields vanished instantly.

Whether it's wheat, the ridges of the field, or even the mice hiding in the field, everything is swept up, crushed, and then turned into neat stacks of hay, which are then spat out from behind.

It's less about harvesting and more about devouring.

Lowe sat in the cockpit, feeling the intense vibrations.

His bones are about to fall apart.

But he was smiling happily.

He stared at the numbers flashing wildly on the dial.

At this moment, he was no longer a lowly clerk.

He is the brain of this steel behemoth.

He is the master of this land.

Half an hour later.

The steel behemoth came to a stop.

The experimental field behind them was completely bare, without even a single weed left.

The wise man stood by the field, holding a timer in his hand.

His electronic eyes flashed with an eerie light.

"Twenty-eight minutes..." the sage murmured to himself, "Efficiency has increased by... 300 percent."

He looked up and once again examined Rowe, who had climbed out of the cockpit.

This time, his eyes held no anger, only fanaticism.

"Praise be to Om Messiah!" the sage exclaimed, raising his arms. "This is a miracle! This is a new STC revelation!"

He rushed over and grabbed Lowe's oil-stained hand.

"Advisor Lowe, no, Father Lowe! I don't care if you're a mortal or not, from today onwards, you are the honorary technical priest of the Seventh Diocese. I'm going to upload this blueprint to Mars headquarters!"

Luo Wei wiped the dust off his face.

"Sure," Rowe said, "but before that, I want to mass-produce this thing."

In the distance, the window of Case's executive office slammed shut.

Luo Wei glanced in that direction.

It was clear that Case was scared.

However this is not enough.

He now has men, guns, food, and the endorsement of the Mechanic Church.

Now it's his turn to take the initiative.

Rowe touched the governor's ring in his pocket.

"Lady Alicia," he murmured to himself, "your investment is about to double."