Following Deejay Katona's instructions, Genius came to the prisoner. The neural glove glowed brightly, and the vial on the back of his hand was filled with strange chemicals. The solution formed transparent beads at the end of the needle on his knuckles.
"Please don't do this!"
The man wailed loudly
"What dose is required, Great Sage?"
Genius suddenly asked, his voice was synthesized and sounded like the hum of an arthropod.
"Squeeze his brain dry and make him understand that his betrayal has angered the God of All Machines."
"No! No! I admit everything! I will sign a confession! But I swear I really don't know any secrets anymore!"
At this time, the needle of the glove touched the prisoner's neck.
"stop."
Hearing Deejay Katona's voice, Geneshi took the glove from the prisoner's neck.
The man was trembling and whimpering like a helpless, pitiful animal.
"Fear has been programmed into his brain."
Deejay Katona has already scanned the opponent's physiological readings and knows that the plasticity of the opponent's brain has reached its optimal state.
If you want to do this, now is the best time."
"He won't know any more. Go back to your post."
Geneshi stood up, bowed his head respectfully, and left the cell.
"I'm not a heartless person."
Deejay Katona turned to the imprisoned man.
"You should be glad that you committed a crime while I could still sympathize with a wretch like you."
"Oh, here comes the Om Messiah."
"I have another question, does Mars already know the purpose of our trip?"
"Maybe... maybe I know it. Although I didn't have time to send the message, I guess others have already sent it."
"very good."
Deejay Katona nodded. This man was special compared to other traitors because he was the apprentice of a competitor of Katona. In the future, this man would be his tool to attack the opponent.
Competition not only exists externally, there is also competition within Reza.
"Maybe you can find some use on my ship, but until then, your guilt towards the God of All Machines will torture you."
Katona walked out of the cell, placed his bionic hand on the outside panel, and the cell door slid shut.
Later, the Exploring Sage summoned the other Sages in his fleet to the bridge of the Fallen Star.
The bridge is a monument to knowledge, a great library filled with thousands of volumes covering millions of subjects, the light of knowledge illuminating the sages on board through the collection
Countless knowledge, they absorbed and mastered knowledge that would drive ordinary people crazy, and they also used this to get closer to the almighty God of All Machines.
The sages are constantly climbing up in the order. The higher and higher status in the order means that human nature will become increasingly diluted, because only by becoming more like a machine can one get closer to the almighty God of all machines.
One day, perhaps they will no longer communicate with other people, but devote their thinking functions entirely to thinking about the secrets of the universe, so as to better work for the God of All Machines.
In order to obtain this status, they must work hard to gain or possess knowledge - no matter how.
"Everyone, the traitors in the fleet have basically been cleared out now."
Deejay Katona said slowly as he walked up the steps leading to the library altar on the bridge.
"From now on, any external communications will be intercepted. Remote communications can only be carried out with my permission. At the same time, internal communications will be monitored in real time. Do you have any objections?"
The sages are undoubtedly excellent scholars, and they are proficient in various subjects, but when it comes to espionage and combat, few of them are proficient.
"So what's our course of action?"
The ruling sage Sam Caicedo asked, his voice had a deep rumble, and the source of the sound was a sound unit in his body.
Caicedo is also the main commander of the Exploration Fleet Skitarii. He is an excellent weapons master and battlefield assistant. There is a mechanical backpack hidden behind his robe, which contains the energy battery that replaced the multi-barrel laser cannon on his left arm.
Another eye has been replaced with a complex multi-spectral targeting array, an oversized, densely reinforced metal frame and exposed nerve fiber bundles, making him formidable in combat.
He is also the person Deejay Katona trusts most. The two have been through life and death many times in the past, forming a rare friendship within the Mechanicus.
Others are pure researchers, like biosage Leah Walton, who's outfitted with a plethora of surgical tools and refrigerated sample containers, like a walking medical laboratory, and the conductor of the Tornado
Officer, Tracy, the Sage of Alien Biology. The radiation shielding device of his lower body tracker is indistinguishable from his robes, which makes it possible to explore extremely harsh environments. The Data Sage is the most human-like among these colleagues.
The only visible implants are the interface circuitry on his head and the subcutaneous armor on his torso.
"There are several planets of different sizes surrounding this galaxy. We will use two short jumps to reach the neighboring Lewisite galaxy, so that we can get rid of any possible trackers. The Hulk signal currently being monitored is nearby.
We will independently recycle the knowledge inside."
None of the sages objected, but the actions of one of them attracted the attention of Deejay Katona.
"Asian, what do you think about this matter?"
The sage's eyes have been staring at the other sages, but the glass-like mechanical eyes on the snake-like mechanical dendrites on his shoulders rotated among his companions. Asien is an astronomical sage.
The extra senses allow both eyes to focus on different targets at the same time.
"What about the Astral Knights? How should we deal with their promises?"
Yassin's voice is natural because his throat has not been strengthened or replaced.
Deejay Katona turned away from the sages and walked towards the command altar. The thinking unit implanted in his chest whirred as it strengthened his thinking.
The Adeptus Mechanicus seek knowledge, and it is knowledge that guides them.
The Altar of Command sits atop a shallow pyramid that rises from a maze-like library, with kilometers of bookshelves winding across the bridge in intricate patterns, thousands of books and data tablets, and
Filled with countless accumulated wisdom and secrets of the Adeptus Mechanicus, they are mounted on bookshelves or stacked in every aisle and intersection.
The personnel on the ship were all technical priests, wearing red robes with gears printed on them. They stood there carefully studying the star map printed on the parchment, marking the route with compasses and quills.
The dark rooms in the bookshelves hide communication devices and weapons depots, and one of the rooms is filled with glass cabinets, which contain precious and sacred tomes on naval warfare, and a huge command map used to direct such bloody battles.
, scattered with markings representing the ship and its surrounding area.
The bridge displays little direct information about the area around the ship, such as displays or tactical sights, because the Meteor's crew solves problems through complex data links and abstract mathematical models and geometric simulations, rather than through weak
natural organs to observe and guess.
"The Astral Knights have their own duties."
Standing on the command altar, Deejay Katona whispered:
"The light of the God of All Opportunities needs us to manifest. We don't need to rely on others to do this. Go back to your ship and make sure that everyone is ready for the battle. There won't be nothing in that ruined ship.
of."
The sages bowed to him and left the bridge, while Deejay Katona himself remained on the bridge.
He stared at the huge star map of the Storm Star Territory, and finally fixed his gaze on the Nessen Galaxy, the home planet of the Astral Knights.