God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Ditellian’s residence is as humble and low-key as his current level, even lower than the level of the apprentice Falla, all because of his rebellious identity in the past.

When he was in the Broken Eagle War Gang, he had an Independent Space of thousands of square meters, and when he arrived at Astral Knight, his residence was just a criss-crossed corridor arranged by a machine-controlled algorithm. The crowded area of ​​less than a hundred square meters may be confusing for the human mind without ascension—the narrow entrance gives way to a small room, and there is a single atmospheric vent on the wall. A rotatable bed with a workbench at the bottom and a tool storage cabinet near the head of the bed.

Compared with other members of the local mechanics, Dieterian's figure is tall and tall, perhaps because of the thousands of years of living under the action of low gravity, they have stretched them.

But the bed at the moment is made according to the local average physiological requirements, so it is a little short for him. When he sits on a folding stool and works in front of his small workbench, His left elbow will hit the bracket next to him.

Mechanical Education is proud of being a Guardian of knowledge, but on a macro scale, it is susceptible to the stupidity of brutal versatility, all of which are so bad and inefficient.

Ditellian doesn’t like to work around these, just like the bracket he is leaning against, and the many special tools scattered around his work desk, they are mainly Di Of Trian's own creations, none of them were bought by Kaul-only a few were given to him, and most of the rest were obtained in uncertain circumstances.

But Dietrian's mood has not been very good recently, because Loken returned from Armageddon and declared that he had brought a variety of "new discoveries."

Fundamentally speaking, the operation of mechanical teaching is based on the principle of discovery-or whoever picks it up.

So Dietrian has always been snort disdainfully to Loken, because the opponent’s technology can’t even reach the middle-ranking priest. In front of his genius, he is as stupid as a naughty boy, relying on his relationship with Soshian. Relationships are able to overwhelm the host again and again, and collect things from various battlefields.

To put it more generally, Dietrian is jealous and stubbornly believes that Loken’s gains are actually Stolen.

If Soshian took him in the action, he must have discovered several times more than that stupid and lustful guy!

Loken is just an apprentice memorizing textbooks. His brain is too limited. Dietrian believes that the pursuit of knowledge is a pure call to transcend any moral code, rather than being in various Faculty in the shackles of morality.

But Dietrian is not without the opportunity, in fact, the opportunity has been firmly grasped by him.

stc template, the priceless treasure Soshian brought out from the underground of Armageddon, the stupid Loken was unable to analyze after playing these precious treasures for a long time!

When Dietrian knew that this guy was rudely using a gamma scanner to parse the stc template, he almost choked that product to death. How could such a treasure be practiced like this?

He was so angry that he did not do maintenance for three consecutive days.

Soshian didn't give him the task until Loken was really helpless.

For the first time in his life, Dieterian realized what ecstasy is. He hugged his servant fiercely in the house and kissed three times that day!

But before working, he has another pressing problem to solve.

An electroencephalometer must be used to analyze the stc template, and this requires the technician to personally operate it. In this process, a large amount of data will be generated, and these data need to be stored and deconstructed immediately

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If knowledge confers kingship on a person, then memory is his kingdom.

Ditrian wants to be a powerful king, so he desperately needs a vast kingdom.

For this reason, he decided to take the risk of doing an expansion!

After a brief cleaning, he took his intellectual core out of the socket in his head and divided it into several pieces and placed them on the table in front of him.

Dietrian divided the device neatly into two parts. The thinking unit is placed on the left, the memory core processor is placed on the right, and the slender mechanical appendages are removed from his wrist. The bullet will come out, playing with the tiny parts that he can't rely on his fingers to handle.

The main feature of his desk is the huge magnifying unit, embedded on an armature clamped on the side of the desk, and the lengthy status report is displayed on a glass integrated display with a tick.

At its center, there is a group of graphs arranged intricately to guide his actions.

Without mental aids, this self-modification would actually be dangerous, and accompanied by a headache at any time-this is also due to his removal of his gains.

This process is extremely complicated, and the most risky one is the precise memory machine that is life-threatening. As long as a slight misstep, it will erase his hard work for hundreds of years.

But he must take this risk, otherwise he will not be able to fully parse the stc template.

Now, the big hole in his head is cold, and the sterile gel filled to protect it from disease is evaporating to cool his little organic brain.

He didn't even dare to cover his head because his hood might remove the sterile plastic patch used to close the opening.

Generally speaking, this kind of surgery should only be performed in the operating room of a geneticist, but just like Soshian can’t completely trust him, he can’t completely trust the people here, he dare not give up his brain To anyone here.

As a former member of the Dark Mechanic Sect, he has seen too many intrigues and betrayal killings.

But as a courageous mechanical cultist, Dieterian also enjoys this challenge, and even smiles because of his bold behavior-although only slightly smiled, even the smallest now His movements may also interfere with his meticulous work.

Before the built-in clock rang, Dietrian had completed fourteen illegal procedures in his own mind.

And when the built-in clock plus one bell rings, it means his work is about to begin.

But he is still reconstructing the augmented transformation. As the last panel clicked into place, he glanced at his chronograph, and at the same time the mechanical tendril retracted into the acupuncture point on his wrist inside.

Dietrian raised his hands, shook them, and then cautiously picked up his intellectual core.

Their stability is very important, and he is always surprised how heavy this intellectual core is.

He inserted the hand holding the core into a can of antiseptic on the table, and kept it under his wrist, allowing it to soak in the cold liquid long enough to kill All the living creatures on it died, and it was not removed until his skin began to dissolve.