Dietrian's residence is as humble and low-key as his current level, even lower than the level of apprentice Falla, all because of his rebellious status in the past.
When he was in the Broken Eagle warband, he had thousands of square meters of independent space, but when he came to the Astral Knights, his residence was just a crowded corridor of less than 100 square meters arranged by a machine-controlled algorithm.
area, it may be confusing to the unenlightened human mind - a narrow entrance giving way to a low room, a single atmospheric vent in the wall, a swiveling bed,
There is a workbench at the bottom and a tool storage cabinet near the head of the bed.
Compared to other local Mechanicus members, Dietrian's figure is considered tall and slender, perhaps stretched by thousands of years of living under the influence of low gravity.
But the current beds are made according to the average local physiological requirements, so they are a bit short for him. When he sits on the folding stool and works in front of his small workbench, his left elbow will hit him.
On the side bracket.
The Adeptus Mechanicus prides itself on being the guardians of knowledge, but on a macro scale it is susceptible to the folly of barbaric universality, which is so woefully inefficient.
Dietrian doesn't like to work around these, like the bracket he leans on and the many special tools scattered around his work table, which are mainly Dietrian's own creations.
None of them were bought by Kaur—only a few were given to him, and most of the rest were obtained without certainty.
However, Dietrian has not been in a good mood recently, because when Loken returned from Armageddon, he announced that he had brought a variety of "new discoveries".
Fundamentally speaking, the Adeptus Mechanicus operates on the principle of discovery—or whoever finds it gets it.
Therefore, Dietrian has always scorned Loken, because the opponent's skills cannot even reach the level of a mid-level priest. In front of a genius like him, he is as stupid as a naughty boy. He only relies on his relationship with Soshiyan to be able to win the show again and again.
, and collected things from various battlefields,
To put it more generally, Dietrian was jealous and stubbornly believed that all Loken's acquisitions were actually stolen.
If Soshyan had taken him with him during the operation, then he must have discovered many times more than that stupid and lustful guy!
Loken is just an apprentice who memorizes textbooks. His brain has too many limitations. Dietrian believes that the pursuit of knowledge is a pure calling that transcends any moral principles, rather than a teaching that is under the shackles of various morals.
job.
However, Dietrian was not without opportunities. In fact, he had already firmly grasped the opportunity.
stc template, the priceless treasure that Soshyan brought out from the underground of Armageddon. The stupid Loken was unable to analyze these precious treasures after playing with them for a long time!
When Dietrian knew that this guy was brutally using a gamma scanner to analyze the stc template, he almost wanted to strangle the guy to death. How could such a treasure be used like this?
He was so angry that he didn't do any maintenance for three days in a row.
It wasn't until Loken really ran out of options that Soshyan handed over the task to him.
For the first time in his life, Dietrian experienced what ecstasy was. He hugged his servitor and kissed him three times in the house that day!
But before getting to work, he had another pressing problem to solve.
Analyzing the stc template must use an electroencephalograph, which requires technicians to operate it in person. During this process, a large amount of data will be generated, and these data
All need to be stored and deconstructed as soon as possible.
If knowledge gives a man kingship, then memory is his kingdom.
Dietrian wanted to become a powerful king, so he urgently needed a vast kingdom.
It is for this reason that he decided to take a risk and do an expansion!
After cleaning it up briefly, he took out his intellectual core from the socket in his head, divided it into several pieces and placed them on the table in front of him.
Dietrian neatly divided the device into two parts. The thinking unit was placed on the left, and the memory core processor was placed on the right. The slender and delicate mechanical appendages popped out of the holes on his wrists and fiddled with them.
with tiny parts that he couldn't rely on his fingers to handle.
The main feature of his desk was the huge amplification unit mounted on an armature clamped to the edge of the desk, with lengthy status reports ticking away on the glass-integrated display.
And at its center, there was a complex arrangement of charts and graphs that guided his actions.
Without the mental aid, this self-transformation would actually be dangerous and always accompanied by a headache - and that's due to the fact that it removes his buffs.
This process is extremely complicated, and the most risky part of it is the precise memory machine that is life-threatening. If he makes a slight mistake, his hundreds of years of hard-won technology will be erased.
But he must take this risk, otherwise he will not be able to fully parse the stc template.
Now, the gaping hole inside his head was cold, and the sterile gel that filled it with protection from disease was evaporating to cool what little organic brain he had left.
He was afraid to even cover his head because his hood might dislodge the sterile plastic patch that closed the opening.
Generally speaking, this kind of surgery should only be performed in the geneticist's operating room, but just like Soshyan can't completely trust him, he can't completely trust the people here. He doesn't dare to give his brain to anyone here.
one person.
As a former member of the Dark Mechanicus, he has seen too many intrigues, betrayals and killings.
But as a bold and evil Mechanicus cultist, Dietrian also enjoys such challenges, and even smiles because of his bold behavior - although it is only a slight smile, now even the smallest movement may disturb him
of meticulous work.
Before the built-in clock chimed, Dietrian had completed fourteen illegal processes in his own mind.
And when the built-in clock plus one rings, it means his work is about to begin.
But he was still rebuilding the augmentation, and as the last panel clicked into place, he glanced at his chronograph as the mechanical tendrils withdrew into the orifices on his wrists.
Dietrian raised his hands, shook them off, and then carefully picked up his intellectual core.
Their stability was vital, and he was always surprised at how heavy the intellectual core was.
He inserted the hand that was holding the core into a jar of antiseptic he had placed on the table, up to his wrist, letting it soak in the cold liquid long enough to kill all living things on it.
, and did not remove it until his skin began to dissolve.