The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 31

After returning to the shooting room, Aiwen found that there was a box of special bullets with strange patterns on the desktop of the shooting position, as well as the ropes and not-so-thick wooden boards he needed, but he did not find any trace of Ikanser himself. .

Without looking for where the other party went, he picked up the special bullet on the table and looked at it for a while. He suddenly heard Brenes in his pocket whispering:
"This is a spiritual bullet that has been blessed by the gods through a special ceremony. It can injure spirit bodies and cause greater damage to extraordinary people. It is rumored that Russell has improved the technology of this bullet. I have heard a lot about him. It’s a pity that I haven’t seen myself.”

"Rosell..."

While thinking about it, Ivan suddenly remembered the Russell diary that the Fool needed, and the bicycle drawings on the copy of the manuscript.

"Upton said that there was Roselle's diary in the library, and I have to find a chance to see what was written."

Thinking of this, he immediately put down the spiritual bullet, pulled it back to the target position with the rope connected to the pulley, fixed the wooden board, and reloaded the modified bullet into the revolver.

Then he fired continuously at the target set five meters away, and decisively began to test the performance of the "dum bomb".

After a burst of rapid gunfire, accompanied by scattered sawdust, there was no ballistic gel to simulate the human body, and on the target that could only be replaced by a wooden board, the fragmented bullets tore a hole the size of half a fist.

In the lingering light blue smoke, Aiwen pulled back to the target position again, and after repeated inspections, he couldn't help but nodded secretly:
"In an era without power armor and body armor, such bullets should be barely enough to deal with low-level transcendents."

This made Brenes, who was lying in his pocket and observing secretly, shrank his head and suddenly felt a tremor in his liver.

At the same time as he was frightened, he, who was not a generalist, couldn't figure out why after some simple modifications, the small pistol could have an effect similar to that of a shotgun.

"But fortunately, when I was targeted by this guy before, at least I didn't use this kind of bullet..."

While Brenes was hiding in his pocket and thinking about it, Ivan finished shooting all the ordinary bullets and gradually regained his shooting feel.

Afterwards, he did not choose to go to Ikanser to get new bullets, but left the shooting room, opened the door of the library with a normal expression, turned on the gas lamp, and there were rows of bookshelves, which were as huge as the mechanical laboratory. The space instantly appeared in front of his eyes.

And because of the exquisitely designed ventilation ducts, there is no musty smell caused by the accumulation of paper books in the ground all year round.

"This is not so much a library, but a small library."

With a silent sigh, Aiwen moved to the bookshelf and quickly browsed.

"Ancient mythology, a brief history of civilization in the fourth era, elementary geometry, postpartum care for sows, analysis of traits of common herbs, introduction to ancient Hermes..."

"Sure enough, I believe that knowledge is power. Books are really complicated."

In the pocket, Brenes changed his previous cautiousness and stretched his neck to look at everything around him curiously.

Aiwen in front of the bookshelf didn't pay attention to the other party, and picked up a fine-textured book with a hard cover and bronzing fonts. The yellowed paper inside looked old, and it seemed to be a collection-level elementary mechanical and equipment engineering.

Turning to the first page, the author's signature is impressively written as a tribute to the great Russell Gustav.

"So the author of this book is a fan of Roselle?"

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. When Aiwen was a little helpless and ready to slowly accept Russell, who was almost everywhere, but after opening the preface, his pupils shrank sharply, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably at the same time. .

The crooked square characters on the title page are replicas that have been transcribed many times, although the order is messy and the fonts are distorted and difficult to understand.

But it made Ivan's thoughts rush, and he could hardly control his emotions amidst the memory.

[March [-]th, damn, the food here makes me almost constipated!
On March [-]th, are Intis' wives all so open?Did I fuck her, or did she fuck me?It always feels a little weird.

On March 22, it was time to choose a faith. One side was the Church of the Eternal Sun, and the other side was the Church of Artisans.

There is no doubt about my choice, praise you, God of all opportunities!
One day, I will let the Artisan Church be renamed the Mechanicus. 】

……

"Although Russell Gustav has passed away for a hundred years, and the notes left by him are still undecipherable, but I believe that, just like the manuscripts left behind by him, they must contain amazing secrets, so I am fortunate to get a copy and share it Copy it here.

Commemorating the first published book, Professor of the University of Ruen, Buckley Field, 1305 June 6. "

"He... is really, my fellow villager!"

Ai Wen looked at the crooked handwriting on the preface in a daze until tears blurred his vision.

He once witnessed the massacre of human worlds one after another, one after another space warrior rushed to the battlefield and sacrificed tragically. In the endless battles for thousands of years, what supported him was not only his loyalty to the emperor, but also his return home. desire.

And in order to prove that he is not the most special one, he deliberately engraved Chinese characters on the power armor of his battle group and decorated it in Chinese style. He almost traveled all over the empire's star field during the expedition, but he did not get any response.

Until today, he actually saw it again. Even though most of his memory was lost due to the transformation, his missing was not completely wiped out.

At the same time, the fragmented memories in my mind instantly emerged, the life of Russell Gustav:
He has been called the Son of Steam, inventor, poet, reformer, musician, dictator, and more.

Born in an aristocratic family, he changed the kingdom of Intis into a republic after quelling the rebellion in 1173, and served as the first consul.

In the next 19 years of his ruling career, he reformed the legal code, took the lead in encouraging technological inventions, and promoted the development of the world to carry out the first industrial revolution.

In his later years, he made great efforts to bring Lunburg, Masik, Segal and other countries into protection, and let the three northern continents, the Feysac Empire, the Loen Kingdom, and the Fenepot Kingdom, bow their heads one after another.

At the end of 20, when he was about to complete 1192 years as consul, he changed the republic into an empire and called himself Caesar.

Less than six years later, he finally fell into the White Maple Palace and died in the murder of the Intis nobleman, ending his legendary life.

"They... killed him!"

The familiar hum brought invisible resonance, linking to Aiwen's body, staining his eyes with scarlet.

Brenes, who had witnessed everything, slapped his body vigorously, trying to wake him up.

After a while, holding the bookshelf with one hand, Aiwen, whose facial muscles twisted as if he was enduring great pain, suddenly let out a low laugh, tears burst from the corners of his eyes and gritted his teeth and said:
"I will make them pay the price... Betrayers and false gods will surely perish!"

……

On the other hand, the acting captain Ikanser suddenly received a case transferred from the police station. Due to the shortage of manpower, he immediately recalled Dick, the captain of the mechanical heart of Tingen City, who lived nearby, and sent someone to invite him. Tingen market valued Captain Nightman.

After the brief introduction was complete, they sat around in the lounge, in front of a blond young man with a hooked nose, and began to record in detail what Dunn Smith recounted through the guidance of dreams.

Not long after, a boy about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a round face and a shy expression, jumped onto the paper through the hands of a cartographer like Ikanser.

On the other hand, information such as name, gender, age, height, and the process of the crime were also recorded by Dick one by one.

Tris, the suspected instigator of the Assassin Pathway Sequence 8, caused the Clover tragedy at sea more than a month ago. There is a possibility that the "Society Society" and the "Witch Sect" were involved. The suspect left Enmat Port and came to Ting Root, whereabouts are currently unknown.

In view of the vile means of committing the crime and its high risk, it is recommended that the official transcendents of Tingen City strengthen patrols and conduct investigations on key areas such as the dock area and the station...

Glancing at the investigation opinion written by Dick, Ikanser nodded secretly, while Dunn Smith was still in the dream of the survivor of the Clover, Joyce Meyer, during the detailed inspection.

Dick, who was writing with his face down on the table, said in a low voice: "The inspection of key parts is a relatively easy task, and Ivan Stimson can just be sent there, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Dick raised his head and frowned tightly, "But he doesn't seem to be in a good state of mind."

Ikanser smiled: "It's been quite stable recently..."

Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly froze, he pressed the sensor in his arms that was trembling crazily, coughed lightly and said:
"Hey, I mean let him get acquainted with the work first. If there is anything abnormal, it's better than being exposed in the actions against extraordinary events later."

After all, he looked at Dick expectantly, but his heart was full of hesitation, because the sensor vibrated one after another, making him unable to determine whether Ivan was probing, and now he was in a predicament of a wolf coming.

All that can be done at present is to suspend the course training and push it to the stage in advance.

Next to him, Dick looked back at Ikanser, nodded slowly after a while and said, "He needs a partner!"

(End of this chapter)