The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Dietrian's residence is as humble and low-key as his current level, even lower than that of the apprentice Falla, all because of his rebellious identity in the past.

At the time of the Broken Eagle War Gang, he had thousands of square meters of independent space, but when he came to the Astral Knights, his residence was just a crisscross corridor arranged by a machine-controlled algorithm, which was less than a hundred square meters crowded. The area, for the human mind without ascension, it may be confusing—the narrow entrance gives way to a small room, a single atmospheric vent on the wall, a rotatable bed, It has a workbench at the bottom and a tool storage cabinet near the head of the bed.

Compared to other members of the local mechanics, Dieterian's figure is tall and tall, perhaps because of the thousands of years of living under the effect of low gravity that stretched them.

But the bed underneath is made in accordance with the local average physiological requirements, so it is a bit short for him. When he sits on a folding stool and works in front of his small workbench, his left elbow will hit On the bracket next to it.

Mechanics is proud to be the guardian of knowledge, but on a macro scale, it is susceptible to the stupidity of savage versatility, all of which are so badly inefficient.

Dietrian didn’t like working around these, just like the bracket he was leaning against, and the many special tools scattered around his work desk. They were mainly Dietrian’s own creations. No one was bought by Kaul—only a few were given to him, and most of the rest were obtained in uncertain circumstances.

But Dietrian's mood is not very good recently, because Loken returned from Armageddon and declared that he had brought a variety of "new discoveries."

Fundamentally speaking, the operation of mechanical teaching is based on the principle of discovery-or whoever picks it up and goes to whom.

So Dietrian has always been scornful of Loken, because the opponent’s skills are not even up to the middle-ranking priest. In front of his genius, he is as stupid as a naughty boy. It is only relying on his relationship with Soshyan to be able to dominate again and again. And collected things from various battlefields,

In more general terms, Dieterian was jealous and insisted that Loken's gains were actually stolen.

If Soshyang took him in the action, he must have discovered several times more than that stupid and lustful guy!

Loken is just an apprentice memorizing textbooks. His brain is too restrictive. Dietrian believes that the pursuit of knowledge is a pure call to transcend any moral code, rather than the teaching that is under the shackles of various morals. Job.

But Dietrian is not without the opportunity, in fact, the opportunity has been firmly grasped by him.

The stc template, the priceless treasure that Soshyang brought out from the underground of Armageddon, the stupid Loken could not analyze these precious treasures after playing for a long time!

When Dietrian knew that this guy was rudely using a gamma scanner to parse the stc template, he almost choked the product to death. How could such a treasure behave like this?

He was so angry that he did not do maintenance for three consecutive days.

It wasn't until Loken really didn't recruit, that Soshyang handed over the task to him.

For the first time in his life, Dieterian realized what ecstasy is. He hugged his machine servant in the house and kissed him three hardly that day!

But before working, he has another pressing problem to solve.

An electroencephalometer must be used to parse the stc template, and this requires the technician to personally operate it. In this process, a large amount of data will be generated, and these data

Both need to be stored and deconstructed the first time.

If knowledge confers kingship on a person, then memory is his kingdom.

Dieterian wants to be a powerful king, so he desperately needs a vast kingdom.

It is for this reason that he decided to take the risk of doing an expansion!

After a brief cleaning, he took his intellectual core out of the socket in his head and divided it into several pieces and placed them on the table in front of him.

Dieterian divided the device neatly into two parts. The thinking unit was placed on the left, and the memory core processor was placed on the right. The delicate mechanical appendages would pop out of the acupuncture points on his wrists and fiddle with them. Those tiny parts that he couldn't rely on his fingers to handle.

The main feature of his desk is the huge magnifying unit, inlaid on an armature clipped to the side of the desk, and the lengthy status report is displayed tickingly on the integrated glass display.

At its center, there is a group of charts and graphs arranged intricately to guide his actions.

Without mental aids, this self-improvement would actually be dangerous and accompanied by headaches at any time-this is also due to his removal of his gains.

This process is extremely complicated, and the most risky one is the precise memory machine that is life-threatening. A slight misstep will erase his hard-won technology for hundreds of years.

But he must take this risk, otherwise he will not be able to fully parse the stc template.

Now, the big hole in his head is icy, the sterile gel filled to protect it from disease is evaporating to cool his little organic brain.

He didn't even dare to cover his head, because his hood might remove the sterile plastic patch used to close the opening.

Generally speaking, this kind of operation should only be performed in the operating room of a geneticist, but just like Soshyan can’t completely trust him, he can’t completely trust the people here, he dare not give his brain to anyone here. one person.

As a former member of the Dark Mechanical Cult, he has seen too many intrigues and betrayal killings.

But as a bold mechanical cultist, Dieterian also enjoys this challenge, and even smiled because of his bold behavior-although only a slight smile ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ now even the smallest Movements and statics may also interfere with his meticulous work.

Before the built-in clock rang, Dietrian had completed fourteen illegal procedures in his own mind.

And when the built-in clock plus one bell rings, it means his work is about to begin.

But he was still rebuilding the augmented transformation, and as the last panel clicked into place, he glanced at his chronograph, and at the same time the mechanical tendril pulled back into the acupuncture point on his wrist.

Dietrian raised his hands, shook them, and then carefully picked up his intellectual core.

Their stability is crucial, and he is always surprised how heavy this intellectual core is.

He inserted the hand holding the core into a can of antiseptic on the table, and kept it under his wrist, allowing it to soak in the cold liquid long enough to kill all the living things on it. , Did not remove it until his skin began to dissolve.

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