Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 270 Transformation

twenty years ago.

Five-year-old Esrick evaded the teachers and guards who were looking for him and sneaked into the laboratory through the ventilation duct.

Although he had only been here a few times, he was very familiar with the structure of the laboratory and knew exactly what he could touch and what he could not touch.

Just as he was wandering around bored, something special caught his attention.

It was a stone covered in spiky crystals, suspended in mid-air, bound by pipes and mechanical clamps.

The surface of the stone rippled with light, flickering rhythmically like breathing, and Esrick couldn't help but be attracted to it.

As the distance shortened, a low whisper echoed in Esrick's mind. Something was repeating a word over and over again with great piety.

But just as Esrick was about to touch this strange thing, a pair of large hands reached out from behind him, thrust into his ribs and picked him up.

The mechanical arm that was hanging the strange stone also retracted, and the strange stone soon disappeared.

Esrick, startled by the sudden hug, began to struggle, but when he saw who was holding him, he immediately shouted:

"uncle--"

Esrick reached out to grab the man's face, and Vicklor blinked and dodged to avoid being grabbed by the ignorant boy.

When Esrik finally calmed down, Vicklor asked him:

"Little Trivicomte, why are you here? Where are the Governor and the Deputy Governor?"

"They have more important things to do and don't have time to care about me." Esrick replied. His tone did not contain the lowness of being ignored by his father and brothers. Instead, it carried a hint of joy at being free from the constraints and discipline.

"Tsk!" Trivicon frowned, his tone more helpless than angry: "Let me take care of the children again."

But he still picked up Esrick with one hand, and then with the other hand he took out a cookie from the pocket of his red robe and handed it to the little guy.

So Esrick munched on his cookies while watching his elder conduct the experiment.

Vicklor held Esrick in his arms and continued his work. He was fiddling with beakers and crucibles, or adjusting the machinery used in the experiment. Occasionally, he would take a pen and write down some data or formulas that Esrick could not understand.

"What are you researching?" Esrick asked curiously after finishing his cookie and brushing off the crumbs on his hands.

Vicklor could have ignored or evaded the question posed by the five-year-old, but perhaps it had been too long since anyone had listened to his thoughts, so he looked the child in the eye and answered:

"Fire. I'm studying flames."

Esrick was puzzled. "Flame? Is it the same flame that father used to burn prisoners?"

"No, I'm studying the flame of the new era."

"I don't understand." Esrick shook his head.

"On a broader level, it's called psionics," said Vicklor.

"I know that!" Esrick's eyes lit up. "A few days ago, a navigator sister used her psychic power to perform a magic trick for me."

"No, you don't know, and neither does Miss Navigator who performed the magic for you," Vicklor said. "Your understanding of psychic power is still limited to superficial empiricism."

So little Esrick fell into a little doubt: "What is psychic power?"

"Psychic energy is the insignificant unknown in the formula, the unpredictable lightning in the eyes of ignorant people, and the tiny noise in the music score." Vicklor patiently explained to Esrik.

"Countless mediocre people fear it, ignore it, and even deny its existence. But the result is that palaces built over thousands of years collapse overnight because of this tiny variable."

"As long as the principles behind this variable are not fully understood, the human empire will be like a building on quicksand."

"I don't understand." Confused by this long string of sentences, Esrick shook his head honestly, and then asked: "Then why do you say it is a flame?"

"Because psychic energy is like fire, it can hurt or save people." Veklor said with a smile, "I've heard that on some ignorant planets, the barbarians there fear lightning and fire. But if we can't master lightning and fire, civilization can't progress. The same is true for psychic energy."

"Humanity has once again reached a crossroads of destiny. Destruction or survival depends on this moment. Everything I do will be remembered for eternity." At this point, Vicklor gave Esrick a hug. "The Trevikon family is also proud of this. This family will prosper once again."

Esrick nodded, not quite understanding, but he didn't see the sinister look in the eyes of this amiable elder.

No one can stop me!

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In the awkward silence, the Mechanical Sage seemed to sense something. He looked at his original body, which was still undergoing chip repairs, and said to everyone, "The chip repair work is almost complete."

This also gave Howard a reason not to continue this topic. When he found that all these misunderstandings seemed to be caused by him, all the rebuttals he had prepared seemed so pale and ridiculous to him.

I just wonder if Freya thought about the subsequent consequences when she slaughtered the orcs, or whether the current chaotic situation is what Freya is happy to see?

With such doubts in mind, Howard followed the Mechanical Sage back to the starting point. Then he saw that the body that the Mechanical Sage had left behind to provide computing power for repairing the chip had its head lowered, its two mechanical pupils had gone out, and steam was still coming out of its body.

Seeing this, the mechanical servant carrying the will of the Mechanical Sage walked up, lifted the hood of the robe covering the overheated body, then stretched out a specially shaped key and inserted it into a port on the back of the original body's neck.

Howard heard a subtle but sharp hissing sound, which was the sound of friction caused by the liquid flowing at high speed in the pipes. The cooling system of the Mechanical Sage's original body was operating at overload.

Then, a humming sound of a fan was heard from the Mechanical Sage's body. The robe that had been tightly attached to his thin body was blown up by the wind, and hot gas spurted out from it. Howard reached out his hand to greet it, but was immediately burned and retracted his hand.

About ten seconds later, the Mechanical Sage's robe, which was blown up by the heat, gradually fell down, and the noise made by the mechanical operation in his body also decreased rapidly until it disappeared completely.

Then the mechanical eyes of the mechanical servant carrying the will of the Mechanical Sage went out, but the original body raised its head and its pupils lit up again.

"This chip uses special encryption. The collected qubits are converted through a complex formula before they are written. This way, even if part of the chip is damaged, the adjacent qubits can be deduced using the formula and the existing qubits. However, this requires a lot of computing power."

The Mechanical Sage took the repaired chip from the repair machine and continued, "But the chip is too severely damaged. Even using this method, it's impossible to recover all the information. Normally, it would take at least a Terran month to complete this task, but I've sped up the process."

"I can see that." Howard nodded.

The mechanical monk's severe overheating look just now was not fake. Howard had no doubt that if he continued to calculate like this, he would burn himself from the inside out.

When the Mechanical Sage said these words, his voice was noisier than before, and his mechanical pupils would occasionally flicker meaninglessly. It was estimated that some of the internal resistors had been burned.

But these are not what Howard needs to worry about. He only cares about one thing:

"What's inside the chip?"

The Mechanical Sage inserted the chip into the slot on his temple. After a moment, he replied:

"This chip contains many secrets related to my religion, so I cannot show them to you."

But just when Howard was about to start lashing out, the Mechanical Sage said:

"These secrets are of no use to you, but I can tell you the part about the Alien Sanctuary that you are concerned about."

amount……

Howard swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, then blinked and said, "Then... please?"