The black surface of the tights shimmered with dim light, as if he were on the Arctic ice cap, when the cold midday sun shines through the cold ice sheet. He is just a passer-by, but will not leave any traces, but with The difference with the ice cap is that the light on the surface of the tight suit is emitted by itself.

It is caused by the continuous changes in the molecular structure of particles. Small molecules collide with each other. One or two molecules will not cause any significant changes, but tens of millions of molecules gather together to form an ocean. An ocean that fits Yetta Stauffenberg's body.

Yeta walked into the cockpit, and she immediately spotted the brightly colored driver's chair. Among the silver and black tones around it, it was the most conspicuous, and it seemed to have a kind of magic, calling Yeta to sit on it quickly. And she did not refuse. Yeta sat in and felt the changes in the surrounding seats. It was constantly changing itself, adapting to the physique of the person sitting on it. Both the petite and the burly could be perfectly adapted. It seemed to be able to adjust itself. Same as stretching.

The long chair back quickly shrank and became a shape that fit the contours of Yeta's back. She curiously touched the leather seat cushion next to her, "It will change. What is it made of? There is a retractable structure inside." "Mechanical material?" "No, I don't think so. It can grow and change on its own."

Cole also came in and naturally saw the strange seat. Its orange surface was flickering with blurry and invisible patches, but it was actually the rolling sea surface. It was countless Nurgle robots, or something similar. Things are in the process of merging and splitting with each other, and they are changing each other in a way that completely violates the most objective physical laws.

Rather than saying that it is a machine, it is better to say that it is a living thing, a living body with self-awareness that appears as a chair or a warship. Is this the technology of the golden age?

"Then everything here grows like this? I don't see any place that can be touched." Yeta looked around, and she was right. The entire Skyhawk's cockpit was completely smooth. On the dashboard, if it is really a dashboard, there are no windows, buttons, or things that can be touched on the surface. It is completely smooth, as if a worker in a factory made a mistake. Funny mistakes all the same.

Cole looked around at everything in the cabin. It was his first time coming up, but he was already shocked enough. The reason why he was shocked was not because Cole understood the depth and potential of these things, but precisely because he had no idea at all. , like an ignorant child, breaking into an adult's room.

"The Emperor is above." "The Emperor is below. Okay, Cole, you have seen enough. You can't understand them for a while. Maybe I will tell you later, but not now. I have to teach you now." Teach her how to make this beauty fly." "Marshal."

Vito also came in. He walked out from behind the door that was similar to all the biological structures here, came behind Cole and pressed his shoulders. The two looked at each other, and then Cole left without saying a word. , leaving Vito and Yeta waiting for training. The latter looked at Vito and suddenly sat on the chair next to him. The seat didn't exist at all. Vito's hand waved gently , it appeared.

"This suit is not for you to wear for fun. It is for jumping into lava that is tens of thousands of degrees, or an abyss that is thousands of degrees below zero." "You mean, this is a battle suit?"

Ah, we didn't use it as a combat uniform back then. There were better things, and you would see them if you had the chance."

"What is this?" Yeta asked in surprise, looking at the light spreading in all directions on his hand, "Psychic power." "Do I also have psychic powers? No, this is impossible, I am not a psyker, and I can't read.

The heart will not release destructive energy." "Child, spiritual energy has many ways of expression. Of course what you are talking about is one aspect of it, but there are also others."

But in the Golden Age, humans never spoke High Gothic. It was a language that is difficult to explain to them today. After all, there was no concept. But one thing was different from High Gothic, and that was that it was

The language emphasizes simplicity and conciseness, and does not have as many exaggerated words as today's languages.

Vito raised his hand, and he gently touched the back of Yeta's hand. The back of her white hand on the armrest glowed with luster, but it was not Vito's golden lightning, but a light blue light.

, hazy, but actually exists.

"Then how should I operate it? I don't even understand its basic language?" Yeta touched and even knocked everywhere, hoping to at least wake up the interface, but she failed.

Inside the cabin, it was still pitch black.

Vito's fingers gently jumped out from Yeta's fingertips. She raised her hand and looked at the light that still hadn't dissipated on her fingertips. It spread around and filled the entire Skyhawk's cockpit.

And they were all released from Ye Ta's body.

Vito placed his hand calmly on the instrument in front of him. The place quickly changed. A ray of light appeared from somewhere. On the smooth surface that was originally empty, a large number of icons and parameters appeared in an instant. They were suspended in the air.

Under Vito's palm, it was like a new star born from the dim stars.

He flicked the interface in front of him with his fingers, and then released it. The light disappeared instantly, and everything fell into silence. "Come and try." "But I don't have psychic power. I'm not a psychic like you."

"Child, how much do you know about the vast ocean, or subspace?" "It allows warships to travel quickly, and it allows information to be transmitted to distant places through its sponges, but there are also many terrible evil spirits in it. That's roughly it.

"You are right, it is indeed the case, but there are also some things that the empire does not want people to know."

He sat down next to Ye Ta, patted the instrument in front of him, "Okay, turn it on." "But I don't know how. I have never seen this machine before, and besides, it's gold."

Is the operating system of that era really the same as today's? I didn't even see the operating surface anywhere, and besides, even if I saw it, would the language on it be the same as Gothic today?" "No, not at all.

The difference is that the language at that time was not the inferior Latin made up by that guy."

Every time he mentioned the Gothic language of the Empire, Vito felt like laughing. In fact, that language was never used by humans, and it was not even the original real Latin. It was a mixture of Latin by the Emperor during the Unification War.

Many major tribes on Terra, as well as new languages ​​compiled from ethnic languages, are used to unify the language structure on Terra.

Vito said, before sitting down, he lightly tapped his fingers on the back of Yeta's neck. The touch point instantly glowed with a circle of light, and the tight-fitting suit immediately changed, and its cuffs shrank back.

, the nanorobot climbed up from Yeta's body and quickly gathered behind her neck, turning into a small starting point. Vito easily picked it up and placed it on the operating table aside.

"Son, if I have learned anything about many technologies after living for so many years, it is that they are not that complicated. You don't need to understand its technical details, you just need to understand it and let it understand you."

"What do you mean? I don't understand." "You see, every machine has a soul, from a battleship to a pencil sharpener. They all have their own existence. In the golden age, humans didn't understand these machines traveling in the ether.

They exist in the sea, but now, in the era when psychic knowledge is constantly being explored and excavated, we know about their existence and how to get along with them. Do you know what they are called?" "Machine Soul.

"That's right."

In fact, the strange Gothic language and the gorgeous words full of weird language were not created by the emperor. In fact, that is the greatest irony to him, because those languages ​​​​were all written when the emperor sat on the throne.

Derived from deified religious terms.

She looked up at the floating light particles and touched them with her hands. The light she touched would immediately merge into her body. "I don't understand, how could this be? I also have psychic powers," she said.

But I never knew."

"Not just you, everyone has psychic powers. The subspace is like a mirror. It is the reflection of the physical universe. All creatures in this universe, no matter their size, will have a reflection in the subspace.

It's like how you are reflected in the mirror, and that is the spirit body, ether energy, or other names, but in the final analysis, it is the reflection of the soul in the subspace, and it can serve as a bridge to allow

The vigorous power in the vast ocean enters reality."

As Vito spoke, he lightly struck a bolt of lightning at his fingertips. The arc rose instantly and then disappeared in an instant, "We all have theories about psychic powers. It's just whether it's strong or weak. It depends on where you are in the vast ocean.

Whether the light of the soul shines, but what really determines all this is talent. Some people are naturally good at using psychic energy. They know how to properly use the powerful power of subspace to make it move smoothly along the river like a stream, but

Others are extremely dangerous. They do not know how to use the subspace. The shining light of the soul will attract predators in the subspace, thereby endangering themselves and everyone."

Vito looked at Ye Ta, looking at those green eyes. He carefully peeked at the things behind those eyes, those things that ordinary people could not see. "And the machinery also has projections in the subspace. We will

They are called machine souls."
Chapter completed!