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Chapter 288: Magos Vosch's Attitude Became Respectful
🕑 Added 2025-11-08 11:15:35 +0000 UTCChapter 288: Magos Vosch's Attitude Became Respectful
When Magos Vosch opened his eyes, the world had collapsed into a cage of light. An unprecedented clarity enveloped him. The murky perceptions of the past vanished in an instant.
That sweetness, like sipping honey through frosted glass. That softness, like stroking velvet with cotton gloves. It was a feeling that was enough to cause infinite pain.
Vosch couldn't help but let his mind wander, like a sponge that had been squeezed to its limit and suddenly released, like the Titan Atlas, freed from the heavy weight of the heavens. This was his most vulnerable moment. Having lost all pressure, he began to instinctively absorb the moisture, and to prop himself up.
Omnissiah preserve!
He fell to his knees in reverence. This had to be a miracle of the Omnissiah. Vosch clearly felt the anomaly, but he could no longer stop himself. There was no going back!
In the past, he had to carefully control his thoughts, carefully calculate the resources in his hands, and carefully conduct his experiments. And then fail, fail, and fail again. He wanted to cross the line. He knew that after crossing it, he could save his precious little time, and his research would bear fruit. But he didn't dare. Because he didn't know if what he would be licking on the other side of the glass would be honey or filth, if the soft feathers he would touch after taking off his gloves would be feathers or a sharp blade.
The price of not daring was a long torment. That feeling of a dead end, of no hope, was enough to make any researcher suffer immensely. This was also why countless tech-priests would choose to fall, to embrace Chaos. Because the road ahead was cut off, and the knowledge they dreamed of was right in front of them. And all they had to do was agree.
Who could resist such a temptation? In the past, Vosch had despised those colleagues who had embraced the power of Chaos and had given up their faith, and he was proud of his own restraint and patience. But now he understood.
Vosch licked his lips. He was able to let his thoughts run wild. He found that he was sipping the taste of knowledge. Yes, a taste. Every frame of the image received by his retina had a tentacle-like texture, gently scraping the newborn neurons in the sulci of his brain.
This was the price of being pardoned by a god. If this was what he could get by turning, then he would turn. He looked around. What is that? A database? But I have never seen such a database. Those programs, that knowledge, that information... how did they do it, to not be crushed by the waves of the warp, or to be contaminated by the great powers of Chaos?
And those physical objects... that was my invention. That was the material I wanted to screen with the properties of Blackstone.
A thousand questions swirled in his mind, but they could not cover up the heartfelt shock. It was the shock that only comes when one truly comes into contact with the 'unknown,' the shock of finally having a being present the 'future' before you. Although he knew that in his understanding, this was corruption, a deception, but when this deception enveloped him... he couldn't help but raise his head, stand up, stand on his tiptoes, trying to get his line of sight a little closer to the distance that symbolized infinite possibilities.
And then he hit a piece of iron.
"Omnissiah!" Vosch fell to his knees on the spot.
Cawl, who was integrating the data, was startled. This was all data that had just been excavated from the hive city. It contained a large amount of research results on Blackstone artifacts from the Dark Age of Technology. Their gains from the tomb-raiding on Vigilus were not bad. Several of the hive cities were left over from the Dark Age of Technology. With the permit issued by the Dawnbreakers, all they had to do was get rid of the Mechanicus who dared to block their way. Things like mass evacuation, population census, and settlement reconstruction were all problems for others to worry about.
Cawl looked up at this strange visitor with surprise, and then noticed the three behind him—Cawl silently moved aside. You should be calling the three behind you. You know, bowing to people like that can shorten your life.
"So it's materials science, huh. No wonder," Romulus said, playing with the thing in his hand. He now knew why this guy had gone mad. "Materials science really needs to worship a great god. A small god is not enough," Ramesses said with a cheerful smile.
Arthur was standing not far away, holding his sword, his whole person in a calmer state. "By the way, now you know why I want to compete for the warp business, right?" he said with a smile, pointing to the dazed Vosch.
"Indeed," Romulus nodded sincerely. You couldn't say this person was bad, but if he were to be targeted by someone like Vashtorr, corruption was inevitable.
The biggest difference between this galaxy and the past was that the actual existence of Chaos had, in a way, greatly raised the threshold for a person to be irredeemable. Especially those with a strong spirit of exploration and curiosity. A single moment of carelessness, and you'd fall into a ditch. You ask people to dig for new things in a dung heap, and then you ask them not to get any shit on them. It's a bit of a difficult request.
And Ramesses's thinking was very simple. As long as I corrupt you first, then the probability of you being corrupted by other warp-entities will be greatly reduced. Isn't that what the old man on the Throne did when he selected his Greater Daemons? With the old man as a practical reference, the research was not difficult.
But the Dawnbreakers had a safer safe house. To create their own warp-entity for protection seemed a bit superfluous. But they couldn't help it. They still had to set up this 'knowledge network'. Putting the database in a safe house was not a problem, but the construction of the lines had to be supported by other components.
After a series of safety tests, Ramesses had finally decided that he couldn't just let anyone in. Unless it was under their noses, like now. So the trouble now was that they did not have the authority of a machine-god. This framework for ensuring the security of knowledge had no main body. It was a cripple.
"Hey, back to your senses!" Ramesses slapped the back of Magos Vosch's head. He had held back a lot, and had only knocked a plug on the back of his head a little askew.
"I—" The inspiration that had just come from gazing at the 'Omnissiah' dissipated. Vosch, sparks flying from the back of his head, instinctively turned his head in anger to look at the being who had taken his inspiration.
He was stunned.
"I what?" Ramesses casually took a piece of information and then injected a soul into it. The soul turned into matter, and was combined into a machine according to wisdom. He then gently squeezed, and the glow of the soul flowed like liquid metal, into the cold mechanical skeleton. The soul seeped into the machine, merging with the metal to provide it with power.
The God of the Machine, the Omnissiah, the Motive Force!
Vosch's respirator let out a sharp gasp. He was stunned. His face showed a mixture of joy and desolation. His dry, bionic lips trembled, but he made no sound. His attitude finally became respectful. He called out clearly, "Omnissiah!"
