Chapter 167: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Lin En received the reply and subconsciously covered his mouth with his hand.

He placed the data slate on the table and continued reviewing documents.

A clear and cold voice echoed in his mind: "Aren't you sending anyone?"

"No rush," Lin En said. "Let her fly again."

"What if she actually fixes it?"

"She probably won't fix it; they're investigating the wrong direction."

"Oh," Lena replied indifferently.

"But she must go next time after this; such low-end tricks have lasted until now."

"It's all thanks to their errors in judgment."

"Fine," Lena said, asking no more, for she trusted Lin En's judgment.

The Precept Ruler's third test flight failed in the same way.

This time the main engine malfunctioned; on the third lap, power suddenly dropped by thirty-five percent, lasting a full twenty minutes.

The ship's speed dropped directly to half of normal, and the engine's power drop was not proportional to the ship's speed.

Luna stood in the Control Center, watching the jumping data, her face already calm as a pool of dead water.

She realized she couldn't solve the problem on her own.

Lin En was right; she might really need "help."

But she still didn't believe the ship had malfunctioned on its own, nor that Lin En could truly solve this problem.

She just wanted to see what trick the other side was playing.

She had someone send Lin En a request-for-assistance notification.

The next day, over a dozen people arrived at the Spaceport.

They wore Governor's Mansion technician uniforms, carried various strange boxes in their hands, and had humble smiles on their faces.

Luna glanced at them; they were all unfamiliar faces.

She had someone look into these people's backgrounds.

The result surprised her somewhat: these people were neither members of the Machine Cult nor Genestealer Infected.

They had never taken a ship to leave Brevis; they were just ordinary locals, previously maintenance workers in a factory.

Later they were pacified by the Governor's Mansion and were responsible for miscellaneous tasks.

"These people?" Emile Sage frowned, his tone full of contempt.

"What can they do?"

When it comes to soothing machine spirits and repairing machinery, who can compare to our Machine Cult?

Luna did not answer his question.

She knew these people couldn't possibly solve the problem.

But she wanted to know what Lin En was really up to.

"Let them try," Luna decided under Emile's puzzled gaze.

Those people walked to the bow of the Precept Ruler.

They did not ask to board the ship, nor even approach the engine room.

They simply stopped on the open space before the bow and began fiddling with the things in those boxes.

Luna narrowed her eyes, watching them take out from the boxes.

A pile of paper?

They were yellow sheets of paper with red symbols drawn on them.

They laid the paper on the ground, arranging it into a strange shape.

There were circles, squares, and several crooked lines.

After arranging them, they formed a circle and began making strange movements.

Middle finger and thumb hooked together, other fingers curled.

Eyes crossed into a squint, muttering under their breath:

"Urgent as a law decree, mommy bebe hong."

"All things in the world are for my use; holding a peachwood staff, I ride forth to conquer."

Their movements were uniform, but the incantations they chanted were a mess.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes several together, sometimes taking turns.

Like unrehearsed actors.

Luna and Emile were both stunned.

Around them, the Mechanical Priests' Yi Yi Yan flashed with data streams, not knowing what expression to use to face this scene.

Someone wanted to laugh, but seeing Luna's grim face, they forcibly swallowed it back.

Those technicians chanting incantations were also collapsing inside at this moment.

They didn't believe any of this either.

What "urgent as a law," what "mommy baby soothe," were all taught by Governor Sir on the spot.

They themselves didn't know what they were chanting.

But they had to chant.

Because Governor Sir said, there would be a reward after chanting.

Chant badly, and roll back to the factory to fix machines, the 007 kind.

So they could only bite the bullet and keep chanting, feeling the cold gazes of those Machine Cult members around them, praying that the method Governor Sir taught would work.

The ritual lasted about ten minutes.

After it ended, they immediately packed up, bowed to Luna, and left.

Their departure gave a feeling of being unable to wait.

From beginning to end, they didn't touch the "Precept Ruler" once.

Luna watched their backs, silent for a long time.

Emile Sage finally couldn't hold back: "Is that it?"

Luna rubbed her forehead, shook her head, she didn't know either.

She turned to look at those Priests: "Check again, refill fuel, try once more."

The Priests were stunned for a while before starting to busy themselves.

Precept Ruler's fourth test flight.

The first two laps were completed smoothly.

Everyone held their breath.

Time passed second by second, finally, "Precept Ruler" steadily finished the third lap.

Started returning to the Spaceport, no accidents occurred on the way back either.

Everything normal.

Luna was somewhat unwilling to believe what was happening before her eyes, even Emile Sage was stunned.

Those Priests looked at me, I looked at you, not knowing how to explain the scene before them.

Precept Ruler flew three laps around Brevis and landed smoothly.

Fast speed, stable posture, all systems operating perfectly, no abnormalities or malfunctions.

It was like an obedient child, docilely completing the quest.

Luna looked at it, saying nothing.

The next day, they eagerly tried again.

Precept Ruler's fifth test flight.

This time there was no strange ritual.

"Precept Ruler" had just flown to the second lap when the main engine's power began to drop.

During the third lap, the auxiliary engine also had problems.

It slowly and unsteadily finished the third lap, dejectedly returning to the port.

Luna and Emile stood in the Control Center, silent for a long time.

They felt their worldview gradually collapsing.

"Could it be..." Emile Sage, silent for a long time, finally spoke, his voice as always a radio voice.

"Did that strange ritual really work?"

Luna closed her eyes, not answering this question, her mind in a mess.

She was a Tzeentch Wizard, had studied countless Taboo Knowledge, seen countless Strange phenomena.

She knew there were countless things in the Warp that Cannot Be Explained, Machine Spirits indeed Existed, Soul Faith could change Reality.

But she had never seen this kind of thing.

A few Ordinary Persons, chanting meaningless Incantations, doing ridiculous movements, could make a Tyrant-class Cruiser return to normal?

This was Illogical, not conforming to any principle she knew.

But the facts were right before her eyes.

Precept Ruler was indeed repaired by the ritual.

Luna suddenly felt an inexplicable Fear.

Because she completely couldn't understand what Lin En had done, the Unknown always caused instinctive Fear.