64. The Iron Snakes Chapter's Recruitment (1, 6k)

Dominius Belisarius Cawl, as the leader of the Mechanicus's study visit aboard the ship, was sprawled on the floor in a highly undignified posture, staring nonstop at the floor of his own room, while a constant buzzing rang through his mind like the sound of fans venting heat.

"How could this be?" Cawl muttered to himself, utterly baffled. "What kind of power is this? Psionic? It doesn't seem like it. Why would ordinary metal gain this level of strength under its effect?"

He pondered in confusion for a while longer, then finally decided to put it to the test. Cawl casually picked up the long staff he had set aside. The staff was an extremely powerful weapon with many functions—though, to be honest, it actually looked like a two-handed warhammer topped with a giant gear.

Cawl wriggled backward on his knees a few times and began complaining in his head about how troublesome this body, with its limited mechanical modifications, was to move. What if he added a set of rollers? Then he would not even need to allocate a small portion of processing power to controlling two legs for walking. Complaints were complaints, but in the end, the Archmagos still managed to find a posture he found relatively satisfactory.

Lying on the floor, he carefully aimed the tail end of the staff at the floor of his room, then pressed a few places on the staff. It soon emitted a dangerous hum, and just as the built-in plasma was about to fire, a hand gripped it.

"Hm?"

Cawl blinked in confusion—This body of mine only has two hands, doesn't it? Where did an extra one come from?

He looked up and found that a man who had appeared out of nowhere was smiling at him with a textbook expression