Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

The words of the technical priest are not nonsense, but have practical proof.

It is impossible for any expedition ship arriving in the Flare Galaxy to fail to notice the extremely large pyramid located in the center of the building complex - and the incomplete crack at the top of the tower.

The preachers and technical priests have organized the exploration of the rift, either by sending drones in, or by directly letting servitors and banshees airborne. However, no matter whether the reconnaissance units sent by them are automatic machines or organisms, once Upon entering the rift, contact will be immediately lost - the lost unit will reappear after approximately 1 second.

However, the place where they reappeared after disappearing was random, and could be anywhere in the Flare Galaxy. Two servitors appeared directly among the decaying star corpses in the center of the galaxy, and were instantly annihilated.

Combining the "phase hiding" properties of the building complex itself and the strange warships that can ignore inertia, Alphonse can preliminarily determine that the owner of this pyramid complex: the Necron should be a person who is good at using dimensional technology. Strong civilization. It is consistent with the leader's previous instructions.

So, how to unlock the dimensional blockade on the door in front of us?

Alphonse looked at the flickering green lights on the door with great distress, while Listia had already come to the door with several technical priests with great interest, touching and looking at this and that, and couldn't wait to look at it. This incredible alien high-tech creation has its own hands.

The light is still flickering. Even if Alphonse's brain has the powerful computing power of a quantum computer, it is difficult to conclude any rules from the flickering of these lights. He doesn't even know the encoding method for encrypting the door. It seems that he can. I found some ideas, but seemed completely helpless.

"Sure enough, it's better to just demolish it by force, right?"

"Ah?" Alphonse was stunned, and turned around to see that Listia had handed over a high-pressure melt gun that was longer than her legs from some angry banshee, with a dragon head embossed belt on the muzzle. With the scorching temperature.

"If you are not afraid of being randomly teleported into the star, you can try it." Alphonse said helplessly: "I will teleport away first before taking action."

He still has a lot of youth, but he can't go crazy with them here.

"It's just a joke, why are you so serious?" Listia reluctantly returned the high-pressure melt to the furious banshee who was guarding her. In front of her, there was a technician with an obviously higher status. The priest squatted in front of the door, and his dexterous robotic arm like an octopus's tentacles held up a strange instrument that looked like an iron box. He was probably using decoding equipment to try to crack the code that blocked the door.

"As for the decoding equipment... we did bring one." Alphonse said suddenly.

Listia asked doubtfully: "Is there any? Why don't I know?"

"Of course you don't know..." Alphonse was speechless at her emotional intelligence.

He was sent to the Order of Truth to be an experimental recipient when he was still under one month old. He was raised by the monks from an early age and instilled with knowledge and ideas. Naturally, the trust he received within the Order far exceeded that of Listia, a third-named family member who had become a monk. slave.

For example, Alphonse knew that the scientific research director had brought out several black box technological artifacts that were still in the experimental deconstruction stage from the underground research base. One of them was a "quasi-dimensional mapper" specially used for full-format decoding - Li Stia didn't know it at all, because everyone disliked her, and she didn't know it at all.

The technical priests were still busy at the front, and Alphonse also felt that fishing was not a good idea, so he thought for a moment and sent a message to the scientific research director staying behind on the ship: "While exploring the pyramid, we found a door that had been specially processed. The encrypted sealed door may not be able to be decoded by our capabilities. Director, I would like to apply for the use of the 'quasi-dimensional mapper', please approve it."

"Quasi-dimensional mapper? What is that?" Listia and the two technical priests who heard his communication looked at Alphonse curiously.

Looking at her curious face, Alphonse hesitated. In principle, he should not disclose information about experimental equipment to "outsiders", but then he thought about it, and he would use the equipment in front of them later. I can’t hide it either.

So he considered the sentence and said: "That is a technological black box product that is very difficult for us to understand. Its main function is to decode all formats of locking programs. As for its operating principle... you will be able to see it soon. arrive."

After listening to his explanation, Listia felt even more confused.

Soon the director of scientific research sent a confirmation message approving the call. Alphonse got on the Falcon motorcycle of a sarcastic banshee and quickly returned the same way. A small black box sent by the follow-up support force was brought back to the gate. .

Curiosity drove Listia and the technical priests to approach him as soon as he came back. A dozen pairs of prosthetic eyes stared at this small black box, which was only the size of an adult skull.

Alphonse suddenly realized that the thirty or so people in his group might not be able to collect a hundred pounds of organic flesh and blood.

After expelling the heretical thoughts that suddenly appeared in his mind, he methodically verified the genetic identification lock, opened the black box, and took out the contents.

It was a metal sphere about the size of a baby's skull. The absolutely smooth surface was covered with dense right-angle lines. The smallest line might be less than 1 micron in size, and only prosthetics like them could see it. From the perspective of ordinary people, this thing is just a big iron ball.

This is the "quasi-dimensional mapper".

"Can this thing really unlock the dimensional encoding seal of the Necron?" A technical priest couldn't help but ask.

Theoretically, it can deconstruct all logical codes in the physical universe... Alphonse remained calm and carefully raised the quasi-dimensional mapper with both hands in front of the green light-extinguishing door.

"Start mapping..." Alphonse gave the command softly.

The moment his voice fell, the flashing green light above the door stopped.

Then the light points continued to beat, starting from the first point, to the third, to the fourth... There were more and more light points in front of everyone's eyes, and more and more "doors" could be seen.

Endless dimensional blockade gates occupy almost everything people can see. The flickering spectrum on each gate is completely different, and none of them is repeated.

The quasi-dimensional mapping is still going on, and the doors are still increasing, disappearing, and then continuing to become more...

"This is the working principle of the quasi-dimensional mapper." Alphonse's voice was filled with a little reverence and yearning, and he said seriously:

"General encoding locks have trial and error settings. Once the number of decoding errors reaches a threshold, it will self-destruct. Therefore, it is impossible to crack the blockade through exhaustive and stupid methods."

"But the quasi-dimensional mapper is different. This magical technological black box creation can map an unlimited number of mirror universes for decoding objects. It can conduct unlimited decoding attempts in countless parallel universes without any impact on the goals of this universe. .”

"Therefore, in theory, there is no logical encoding that a quasi-dimensional mapper cannot decipher."