"Your Highness, please put on the explosion-proof operating clothes in the engineering room."
The technical priest clamped a set of sealed clothes with mechanical claws and sent them to the imperial army with a hunched body.
Mechanical engineering is different from other disciplines. The first thing to do at the engineering site is to protect yourself.
None of the mechanical slaves assigned to the project site died of overwork. All of them were bruised and bloody by the flying parts.
Castia 02 stared at the screen of the industrial machine tool with flashing red eyes, inserting her fingers into the console connection port to output binary codes.
Amidst the clanging sound of banging, twelve mechanical slave workers worked together to lift out the red parts one by one.
It can be seen that the equipment that can use such parts is absolutely extremely large, and it is obviously produced for the Warrior-class Titan.
"Uh, don't you have a special preparation studio?"
Alexander had just taken off his Shinichi armor with the help of the imperial guards, and was forced to put on a leather operating suit mixed with wires.
Castia 02 adjusted the data on the industrial machine tools, and led the technical priests through the Forbidden Army to form a human wall to isolate the industrial machine tools.
"The prepared area is at the rear."
Castia 02 pointed at the metal wall.
The technical priest controlled the mechanical claw to climb up the wall and pull the hinge lock. The metal wall slowly opened to both sides to reveal a small, semi-open studio.
It took Castia 02 two days to finally gather the teaching equipment she used when studying engineering on Mars.
Two workbenches more than ten meters long are filled with a variety of weapons and engineering tools from simple to complex.
Of course, there are also a large number of programming books, mechanics, power supply engineering and other subjects.
"These are the tools and weapons you need to completely dismantle and master in two days."
"Engineering equipment coding and binary code and these other books are also part of the things you're going to learn."
Castia 02 casually picked up a chain sword, and the servo skull floating aside projected a chain sword model of the same model.
"You can go through the servo skull and completely disassemble and analyze the internal structure of the weapon, identify the problem and try to fix it."
Alexander took the chain sword handed over by Castea, reached out and knocked it a few times, and pressed the button to try to activate the single-molecule saw blade.
"What are you doing?"
Castia 02 tilted her head and looked at his movements.
"I'm trying to restore this chain sword using the technology that humans used to tame televisions in ancient times."
"Did you succeed?"
"At present, it seems that there should be no."
Alexander looked at Castia seriously, but he was frightened by the thick books.
I thought that learning mechanical engineering only requires hammering like a blacksmith, but it turns out that you also need to master binary, programming, and various engineering books.
Senior talents have to go through a lot of hardships.
"In two weeks, you will use all your knowledge to build yourself a construction mechanical claw."
Castia 02 stretched out a claw from her back and displayed it in front of Alexander.
"Is it possible at this time?"
Alexander felt like he had a heart attack. Was Castia holding a grudge?
"Don't worry, you can definitely do it with your ability. I will leave the Gongzhu Tech Priest to teach you."
Castia 02 pushed the technical priest closer, stood up and was about to leave.
"Oh, Castia, just two weeks?"
Alexander stretched out two fingers to sign, and it felt like everything was timed according to her calculations.
If this continues, let alone getting to know the Warrior-level Titan, I'm afraid I won't even be able to see the blueprints.
"I will supervise outside. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time."
Castia 02 left the studio without stopping and continued to operate the industrial machine tools to produce the parts she needed.
The remaining technical priest moved to the workbench, picked up the simplest casting mechanical wrench and handed it to Alexander.
"Your Highness, please begin."
...
"Emperor, I am ashamed of you."
"Please allow me to use my sinful body to fight to the death for the empire."
The two Captains, expelled from the Imperial Fists, knelt in the monastery of the Phalanx.
The two Custodes stood on their left and right, looking at the emperor's sculpture, with their hands on their chests in the aquila salute.
Ten hours later, Alexander finally withdrew from the noisy mechanical workshop.
"Justard, arrange for Fafnir Lane and Danat Lysander to meet me in half an hour."
Alexander took off his bloated operating clothes and hung them on the back of the door. He went straight to his little bed, covered himself with a quilt and prepared to sleep for a while.
Juste did not reply. After folding Alexander's quilt, he quietly exited the room with the Imperial Guards. Duncan led the combat team to guard the door.
In the wide corridor of the monastery, nearly a hundred Space Marines of the Imperial Fists gathered together, looking at the Imperial Guards and their company commander under the sculpture.
I originally thought it was just a routine meeting, but it turned out that I didn't see my company commander back after several hours, so I looked for him all the way.
"Fafnir Lane, Danat Lysander."
Caster's sturdy figure walked out of the crowd, and the two Imperial Guards who were saluting the eagle took a step to the outside to block part of the line of sight.
"His Highness will see you in half an hour. Now go and rest and prepare."
After informing the two company commanders of His Royal Highness's eldest son's order, Juste turned around and led the imperial army away directly.
The Space Marines standing on the outside watched them leave the monastery, and then swarmed towards their captain.
A group of people looked at each other in silence. The Space Marines noticed that the marks of honor on their captain's shoulder pads had been erased, and at the same time received a notification from within the legion.
"Everyone, go back. Lord Rogal Dorn, the original body, will arrange everything."
Lysander looked at his brothers with an incredibly calm expression.
"Company commander." Sigismund hesitated.
"Sigismund, stay here, I will keep an eye on you."
Lysander patted Sigismund's shoulder armor hard and took the lead in moving towards his room.
Now that he no longer belongs to the Imperial Fists Legion, the room belonging to the First Captain should be vacated.
Fafnir Lann took this matter lightly, pushed aside his guards and went back to pack things with Lysander.
Along the way, the two company commanders walked side by side through the narrow and long corridor, with Space Marines wearing yellow armor standing on both sides.
They gathered spontaneously to bid farewell to their company commander.
"Lord Rogal Dorn, look."
In the Phalanx combat command room, infrared cameras monitoring the entire area scanned everything in the corridor.
All members of the legion headquarters are currently gathered here, ready to fight at any time.
Through the surveillance system, Rogal Dorn could clearly see the faces of each heir, with their hands clenched into fists behind their backs.
"Ignore them and continue to monitor everything in the Phalanx and Geller positions."
At present, the warriors of the Imperial Fist only know that the original Lord Rogal Dorn expelled the two company commanders, but they do not know why they expelled them.
Even members of the legion headquarters did not dare to ask easily.
