Cooperating with Ferrus Manus
Gabriel Santor, who had rushed over in his Iron Carriage, was astonished to see the golden Angel in the sky.
He stood there, stunned, his foot still on the accelerator.
The Iron Carriage rushed toward the lava lake, and Santor heard Gorgon's loud shouts as he poured lead into the water.
"Brake!"
Santor then came to his senses and quickly braked.
The Iron Carriage roared to life, kicking up clouds of dust as they braked.
When the Iron Carriage stopped, it was only a few meters away from the lava lake.
As Santor opened the car door and stepped out, he stared blankly at the golden Angel in the sky.
[Angel!]
Santor struggled to control himself, warning himself inwardly.
I will not kneel before anyone except the Gorgon!
No way!]
Alpharius stared in astonishment at Nimrod in the air. Unlike Santor, he could tell that the golden body in the air was Nimrod.
After his father said that Nimrod would change, a thousand images flashed through his mind, but he never expected that Nimrod would become the image of a golden Angel.
Ferrus Manus's silver eyes pierced through the magma, seeing Nimrod's transformation. He wasn't particularly surprised now; he habitually examined the golden armor and wings from the perspective of a blacksmith.
His silver eyes darted around as he mentally assessed the situation.
[Its defense is weaker than my Iron Hands, but it has its own unique strengths; its wings grant it incredible speed.]
The Emperor's golden eyes shone brightly as he gazed at Nimrod with a smile.
[It's even better than I expected!]
Nimrod manipulated the wings on his back and slowly descended, the golden liquid flowing down his face, revealing his original appearance.
My pet Freddy fell into a volcano, I'm going to find him first.
"After that, the value of the relics I found will be evaluated."
Seeing the Old Man in Yellow Nimrod flapped his wings and flew towards the Necrons that had originally bound the Shard of the Burning One.
A gust of air swept past him, and in an instant he arrived at the collapsed ruins of the Necrons.
Nimrod activated his "Warp Vision" and immediately spotted the black ripples shimmering in the Sea of Souls around the Black Wolf.
Fortunately, Freddy was weak, but still alive.
Thankfully Freddy is alright, otherwise, even if I gained the golden wings, I would have lost the Mythical Creature that could pull people into Dream-entry, and my combat strength would hardly have increased.
Well, if we can find the deceased Beyonder Characteristic, once I have Beyonder under my command who are capable of crafting Sequence 4 Mystical Item, we can once again possess the ability to pull people into Dream-entry.
Pulling someone into Dream-entry is a useful support ability. Without Freddy pulling the Burning One into the Dream-entry, allowing Nimrod to take the opportunity to damage the C'tan Shard, the "Wild Howl" mask alone would not be able to kill the Burning One's shard.
[Aside from temporarily losing his ability to pull people into Dream-entry, Freddy seems quite pleasing to the eye and is a satisfactory pet.]
As Nimrod pondered, he flapped his wings and crashed into the ruins.
After some effort, he has been able to control the wings with basic precision.
With its golden wings shattering the rubble, Nimrod flew into the ground.
He found Freddy, whose fur was charred black and whose steps were weak.
Freddy stared wide-eyed in astonishment at Nimrod, who was in the shape of a golden Angel.
He had a close connection with Nimrod, and it can be confirmed that he was Nimrod.
"Master, why have you become like this?"
The change was even greater than when he transformed into Mythical Creature Form and sprouted two pairs of black feet.
You'll find out.
As Nimrod spoke, he flew downwards, grabbing the Black Wolf in his right hand.
Freddy lay comfortably in Nimrod's arms, no longer thinking about the metal Mechanical Eagle or Nimrod's changes.
He was so weak that he lay peacefully asleep in the large, reassuring hands of the man.
Nimrod did not fly away immediately. He hovered among the ruins, using his left gauntlet to clear away the debris.
He discovered that the golden Mechanical Eagle were rarely damaged; the materials used by the Necrons made their bodies exceptionally tough.
Nimrod recalled Garuda of Brodan, the Iron Hands, in the future "Shattered Legions".
Like the crew of the Sisypheum, it suffered greatly but remained indomitable.
It survived a barrage of bullets from Lucius in Idris without being completely damaged, and was repaired by the Iron Father Samathika and Sabic Wieland.
[Yes, Garuda can fly and has strong observation skills, unlike Spy Fly which require Psionic Energy to activate.]
Moreover, its mechanical and electronic capabilities are comparable to those of a regular Tech-Priest, allowing it to perform related operations remotely. It is a practical electronic pet, especially suitable for Tech Sergeant.
As the original Garuda, and creations of the Necrons, these golden Mechanical Eagle may possess more functions and are of research value.
The Noble Ghost might not be able to figure it out, but my Tech Sergeant might be. I can even enhance their Beyonder Ability.
Nimrod was about to instinctively press the Communication Bead in his ear when he stopped, as the Communication Bead was burned to ashes by the flames of the Burning One.
He flapped his wings and took flight, thinking to himself at the same time.
Although it was risky and almost exposed as a "Nation of Disorder," the final result was not bad.
The lost armor can be reforged, and in return, a pair of wings containing most of the C'tan Essence from the Shard of the Burning One were obtained.
This is also a small lesson. Before coming to Medusa, I only guessed that Asimos was Shard of the Void Dragon, I didn't know there was also a fragment of the Burning One here.
Nimrod reviewed this adventure, he thought of something else.
The key point is that I didn't expect to be pulled into the air, making it impossible for me to use my Beyonder Ability and Mystical Item.
"Monster" John has only just stepped into the realm of destiny; he hasn't given me any warnings of danger.
As Nimrod pondered, he flew to the top of the ancient ruins.
Looking down, he saw heavy landing craft anchored two kilometers from the Mount McKenna Blacksnow, with servants and Servitor carrying items from the ruins under the command of Tech Sergeant.
The Shadow of Order, seeing the golden Angel in the sky, gripped their weapons warily.
They immediately saw the face of the Primarch and felt a familiar presence in that figure.
The Shadow of Order watched in astonishment as the Primarch slowly descended, recalling the Fireball they had seen in the air earlier.
Nimrod briefly recounted his experience to Adams and Arsena Dunn, who had rushed over, and then ordered the Tech Sergeant to lead a team to excavate the ruins.
Two sidereal hours later, Nimrod flew to the ruins excavated by Manus.
Looking down, he saw that the Medusan's Iron Carriage were devoid of any machinery or equipment.
After Nimrod landed, he, along with the Emperor and Alpharius, followed Manus into the ruins of the giant manufacturing plant.
The Medusan watched in awe as the golden Angel slowly descended, already prepared thanks to Santor's warning.
But witnessing the arrival of the golden Angel, they were still so shocked that they stopped what they were doing until the sound of Gorgon filling lead filled the air.
"Keep working."
Nimrod watched as the Iron Father continued their research, and he thought to himself.
[Ferrus trained the Iron Father exceptionally well. My Tech Sergeant, before advancing to High Sequence, are not as good as the Iron Hands in this regard, though they possess some unique strengths.]
Nimrod then looked at the wall made of data equipment, and saw a chair with cables wrapped around it, embedded in a dilapidated niche.
He pondered for a moment before matching it with the Simulacrum Chamber in his memory.
"The Iron Hands" should be Simulacrum Sanctum developed based on this destroyed machine.
Iron Hands are connected to and seated in this device, and a neural interface directly connected to the spine links them to a sea of data, allowing them to download and upload massive amounts of data at any time.
Within the virtual Thought Space, combat cultivators can use devices to simulate artificial combat scenarios in their minds, and also conduct highly efficient task briefings or data transmissions.
Nimrod looked at the damaged niche, but the image that came to mind was the complete, undamaged data niche, he thought to himself.
Iron Hands also implants subconscious tactical protocols in the brain. These protocols can be uploaded to the brains of every Iron Hands combat cultivator as a contingency plan to deal with any unexpected situations.
Based on their powerful computing capabilities, they can simulate most combat situations.
The Clan Company Glasco is the most adept at using the Simulacrum Sanctum among the Iron Hands; all their mission briefings and information, even war councils, are conducted purely through simulacrum communications.
As Ning Lu pondered, Manus's leaden voice rang out.
"I have lost. Your golden armor and wings on your back prove that you have found the source of Garuda."
"All of them combined are more valuable than the ruins I found."
You won this contest.
Gorgon's voice remained as cold and hard as ever, but the Medusan felt resentment and anger.
They considered that Gorgon's loss to the Golden Angel, another demigod, made the outcome acceptable.
"No!" Nimrod's denial surprised everyone.
He flapped his wings slightly. "It's part of my body; it doesn't count as a discovery."
"Among the ruins I found, there was Punishment-class Reactor and Auto-recharging Void Shield."
"Their value is comparable to the data and simulation equipment you discovered."
Manus glanced at Nimrod in astonishment; he hadn't even examined the equipment, yet he could describe its function.
He heard Nimrod continue, "Our contest is a draw; we share two ruins and are cooperating on research."
Nimrod believed that his Tech Sergeant could benefit from collaborating with the Iron Father, the future Iron Hands.
Upon hearing this, the Emperor smiled broadly. The relationship between Nimrod and Manus was much better than that between him and Russ.
He laughed and said, "I'm happy for your cooperation, brothers."
Manus's silvery eyes softened slightly. "I am willing to develop the two ruins with you, and I welcome your descendants to cooperate with the Medusan."
He looked at Nimrod's golden armor. "Although you possess golden armor, I believe you still need a new one. I will forge a suit of armor worthy of you."