I summoned the Fourth Scourge in Warhammer

Chapter 64 Foolish people are not worthy to serve Om Messiah

This answer was far beyond Redito's expectations. His optical eyepiece flickered a few times, emitting a few faint electrical hums, as if he were dealing with a logical error.

“The former is fine, but the mechanical modification… are you sure?” Redito’s voice was filled with obvious doubt.

“Yes,” Ruan Wenbo glanced at the forum posts. As soon as the Cult of Machines appeared, the topic of mechanical modification became the most popular topic on the forum, and other related topics were barely visible.

Ruan Wenbo confirmed, "If you agree, then many people who are about to die will come to request reformation. You can simply do as they ask."

Could the dying be an Astragalus army that reveres mechanical modification? Ridto's logical circuits were racing. However, this request from the Astragalus army would undoubtedly deepen their connection with the Cult of Mechanics, especially with Ridto himself.

Redito had considered using force to control the Astronauts, but after a simple deduction, he realized that he might not be able to win—if the Deathbringers could pull out laser guns out of thin air, could they also pull out molten bombs out of thin air?

Therefore, Redito did not engage in any extreme behavior from beginning to end; instead, he began to distance himself from all members of the Astral Army.

“I can grant your request,” Redito finally agreed, because in his view it was hardly a condition at all. He could also take this opportunity to study how this Astral Army could produce weapons out of thin air! This would undoubtedly be a huge contribution to the knowledge temple of Ohm Messiah!

But Redito soon realized he was celebrating too soon... because the demands of these people going to their deaths were just too damn weird!

The first player to enter the modification room excitedly said to Redito's mechanized face, "Priest, I want to have an explosive device implanted inside me, the more powerful the better, preferably a tactical nuclear bomb!"

Redito's indicator light almost froze. He looked at the player in front of him and repeated, "Plant an explosive device inside you, the more powerful the better, preferably a tactical nuclear bomb? Are you sure? My time is precious. I can't design a special surgery for you; it will just be forcibly stitched into your body. The leaked radiation, contaminants, and rejection reaction will give you at most a month to live! You'd better choose those already mature modifications, which can at least guarantee you ten years of life..."

"Yes, yes," but the other person just waved it off indifferently, as if shooing away an annoying fly. "Who can live for more than a month?"

"By the way, I see your Guardian Corps is so awesome, with things like metal prosthetics and brain-computer interfaces. Can you give me all of them? I want to experience them all!"

"...Those nuclear explosives are completely incompatible with yours. If they are used together, the rejection reaction will be more severe. At best, you will only have ten days left to live."

"That's enough, just get them going!" the player urged.

Redito ultimately complied with his requests and carried out the modifications. After the player finished, he explored himself thoroughly, feeling the faint, yet powerful, surge of energy within him, and the novel sensations coursing through his body, before running off. Redito could clearly sense that the player was absolutely overjoyed.

“…It’s puzzling,” Redito muttered to himself.

Then the next player's request puzzled him even more: "To make your abdomen transparent and able to flash red, green and blue lights alternately?"

“Yeah,” the person facing death said in incomprehensible words, “a walking RGB light strip, how cool is that?”

“This would require the removal of a large number of your organs,” Ridito said. “After that, you would only be able to stay alive by intravenous nutrition and would lose the function of most of your organs. In this situation, your body would quickly become unbalanced, and even optimistically, you would die from more than a hundred diseases within three months…”

"Ugh, why all this nonsense? Just get it done! Who can survive for three months?" the player interrupted impatiently.

By the time the third suicide came in, Redito had accepted that these guys, like the Krieg Death Legion, were completely indifferent to life. They would simply nod and carry out orders, only speaking when asked for something utterly impossible.

When the tenth person went to their death, what they said surprised Redito once again: "I want to become a mechanical priest!"

Seeing the indicator light on Redito flashing in surprise, the man named Li Yongsi, who was about to die, quickly said, "I've admired Om Messiah since I was a child. I love the astonishing power of large-scale industry in operation. I believe that machinery is the source of human power, the fundamental reason why humanity has been able to continue to this day..."

“No need to say more,” Redito waved his hand, interrupting Li Yongsi’s rambling confession, “You want to be my apprentice, right?”

“…Yes.” Li Yongsi answered somewhat nervously.

“Not everyone is qualified to serve Om Messiah,” Reditor’s voice regained its usual coldness and authority, “especially fools.”

As he spoke, Redito took out a piece of parchment, scribbled on it, and then handed it to Li Yongsi. Li Yongsi looked closely and saw a bunch of dizzying math problems, full of complex formulas and symbols, interspersed with a lot of esoteric philosophical and religious terms.

"Take it back and make it. Give it to me after 24 Terras."

After saying that, Redito saw that Li Yongsi still wasn't leaving and asked, "Is there any other question?"

Li Yongsi said nervously, "Uh, could you write down the formula for PVC and its manufacturing principle? I'd like to take a look."

Ridto stared at Li Yongsi for a full minute, his logical circuits racing during that time. Was he a spy sent by the Xenomorphs to steal the results of Om Messiah? The thought flashed through Ridto's mind, and then he almost laughed at himself. If the Xenomorphs were that stupid, humanity would have already swept across the world; why would they be stuck in the quagmire of war for ten thousand years?

Only when Li Yongsi's forehead was covered in sweat did Redito pull out another piece of parchment and write down the formula for PVC and its manufacturing principle.

“Anyway, it’s not a big deal,” Redito said slowly, with a hint of amusement in his tone. “I’ll just take it as you being very studious.”

Li Yongsi accepted the parchment with a sigh of relief, thanked her, and left the room. Redito, however, watched everything Redito did after leaving the room via the monitor—nothing suspicious; he simply returned to his resting place and went straight to sleep.

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Earth.

Li Yongsi forcefully pushed open the hatch of the game pod, and the people who had been waiting immediately surrounded him, their faces filled with anxiety and anticipation. Li Yongsi's first words were: "Mission successful! I've obtained the manufacturing principle of PVC!"

The surrounding crowd erupted in excited cheers, and someone shouted, "What about the mechanical priest's apprentice? Has he become one?"

Li Yongsi nodded vigorously, unable to contain his excitement: "He gave me a set of math problems and said he wanted to see how well I did. I memorized all of those problems!"

"Comrade Li Yongsi, you have done a great service!" An elderly man with gray hair immediately stepped forward and grasped Li Yongsi's hand, his voice trembling with excitement. "Without further ado, I will arrange for someone to help you with that set of questions right away!"

Li Yongsi said firmly, "For the sake of my country, I will definitely learn it all!"

(End of this chapter)