Between the warships and the planetary dockyard ran countless airtight passageways like capillaries.
These passageways often stretched for dozens of kilometers, and within them, silently operating space elevators propelled by magnetic force carried the Space Marines of the White Scars Legion, along with several warriors of the Iron Hands Legion.
The space elevators were surfaced with transparent reinforced material, allowing Gantula and the others to easily observe the internal structure of this moon-sized planetary dockyard with their naked eyes.
Automated machines drifted and moved through space everywhere. They had been designed with extreme simplicity for a variety of purposes, and during operation, they could also be assembled and function in modular forms.
It was something quite novel. At the very least, after being accustomed to the Adeptus Mechanicus's machinery steeped in religious mysticism, Gantula found it very impressive.
Simple and smooth, efficient and swift.
Lights, whether from searchlights or reactors, illuminated the dark void within the dockyard.
Gantula watched those unmanned machines swarm over their warships like ants. In an extremely short time, they assembled themselves into suitable repair tools and directly dismantled and cut away the battered warship armor.
Then, materials freshly forged in the storage center were transported to designated locations. The machines melted the materials and carried out preliminary repairs at the damaged sections.
Once the materials had been built up, they saw a massive black metal tower move into position through the dockyard's sky. The special-frequency shockwaves it emitted activated the metallic bonds between the metal atoms, causing them to fuse together perfectly.
Only the Iron Hands could understand the principles behind those seemingly ordinary beams. A warship repaired in this manner faced no risk of diminished overall hull strength. If anything, the repaired vessel would be sturdier than it had been when it first left