Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 305 Standing

"Everything I think of is troublesome and troubling.

All flesh decays and decays,

Give me guidance, break free from the cage,

Praise Om Messiah!”

Amid the ringing bells and the mechanical sage's praises, the young governor pushed the lever on the operating table to the end.

Seven servoskulls floated away from the Mechanical Sage, spreading smoke and splashing holy oil.

Ringing the bell is a ritual and also an instruction.

By pushing this lever, electrical signals are transmitted to all parts of the spacecraft at the speed of light, issuing restart commands to the pressure system and circulation system.

In a normal environment, due to the influence of natural wind, the rotation of micro-machinery and the activities of distant vehicles, the natural environment usually has 20-30 decibels of noise.

But the Crimson Sword was completely shut down and parked in the universe, so the background noise inside it was close to zero.

But as the Governor pushed the lever, the noises began to return.

In silence, even the slightest sound becomes exceptionally clear.

Howard heard a hissing sound coming from all directions, which was the sound made by the friction of high-speed gas or liquid flowing in the pipes.

The lingering sound of the bell had not yet faded, and in a place that Howard could not see, the dry hydraulic cylinder was filled with oil again, the pump began to turn, and the index on the air pressure valve continued to rise.

If this spaceship was originally an old man in suspended animation, relying on a ventilator to stay alive, then now, life seemed to be returning to his body. He began to breathe consciously and independently, and his skinny chest rose and fell under his own control.

But this spacecraft was too old. After the pressure system was activated, the sealing rings of many valves were ejected because they could not withstand the sudden pressure. Many cylinders exploded, pipes leaked, and high-temperature gas or water gushed out, making a sharp sound.

The slave laborers in charge of this part became busy at this time. The experience passed down from generation to generation allowed them to anticipate these possible problems. Under the command of senior slave laborers, low-level slave laborers began to replace damaged parts and repair damaged areas. In the process, many slave laborers' skin and flesh were scalded, and some were directly cut in half by high-pressure water flow.

But no one cares about their sacrifice, or perhaps at this critical moment, the lives of these slaves have become the most insignificant things.

Esrick stared intently at the readings on the console. After pushing the lever, a dense array of error pop-up windows flooded the projection area. However, as the meditation array began to operate, unnecessary windows were hidden, and the most critical parameters were placed in front of the governor.

Howard couldn't see clearly what the parameters were, but judging from the progress bar, these parameters were obviously in a lower range and were slowly rising.

The old man began to breathe on his own for the first time, but just this small action made his heart beat wildly. The blood supply, which was several times more than before, put a huge burden on his cardiovascular system. No one knew whether this aging system would suddenly collapse.

Esrick flipped a few smaller switches, and the hissing sound Howard heard suddenly increased, and the progress on the console quickly increased by 50%.

Thoughts began to become active in the old man's mind. Although his eyelids were still closed, the eyeballs below were moving wildly, and he might regain consciousness at any time.

But after getting halfway through, the progress seemed to have hit a bottleneck, and it was difficult to move forward even a little bit.

Now the old man's heart's blood supply efficiency has reached its limit. If it is further stressed, its heart may stop suddenly.

At this moment, the second bell rang and the glass in the control room clanged.

Although he knew the situation was not optimistic, Esrick no longer had the option of giving up. He pressed the ignition button without hesitation the moment the bell rang.

"Protect us where destruction rages,

Transcends us in the weakness of sickness,

To guide us on the absurd and lost path,

Praise be to Om Messiah."

"Om-"

There was a vibration under my feet, as if a large truck was running on the road in the distance.

The flames were ignited again in the cold and silent power reactor. In the area filled with poisonous fog that Nakhimov had taken Howard through not long ago, electric arcs flickered between these static mechanical structures, awakening them from their long sleep.

These awakened mechanical structures began to operate slowly and unstoppably, just like they had decades ago. High-purity energy flowed through them, and the heat released instantly burned the poisonous fog covering the area and the filthy things entrenched in it into a plasma state.

Howard heard an unsettling clanking sound, coming not from one place but from every piece of steel that made up the spacecraft.

The long period of static state has caused a large amount of stress to accumulate in many parts of the spacecraft. Now the power system is trying to regain control of these parts. These parts begin to move, and the stress is transmitted between the atomic lattices, rampaging unscrupulously throughout the entire spacecraft. The torque of countless parts is changed by the stress, and the strength is destroyed.

If you could observe the entirety of the Crimson Sword from a more macroscopic perspective, you would find that although some parts of the spacecraft were made of steel, they were now twisting and fluctuating like water.

The old man had opened his eyes. He raised his hand tremblingly, pulled out the tube inserted into his respiratory tract, then grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands and tried to sit up.

"Kara!"

There was an unsettling cracking sound in the distance, followed by a huge explosion.

The structure of a cabin on the outer edge of the spacecraft broke because it could not withstand the huge stress of the flow inside, and all the people in that cabin were killed.

Before the cabin ruptured, powerful stress gathered at this point, and the cabin was first crushed together like a ball of paper. Most of the living things inside were crushed into meat paste at this moment. Then the material that made up the cabin exceeded its limit and shattered. These fragments were ejected at an extraordinary speed, killing the remaining living things and penetrating the adjacent cabins.

Then everything in the cabin was sucked into the universe due to the pressure difference.

The light on the Governor's console instantly shot red, and one of the servo skulls surrounding the Mechanical Sage left its position and ordered the personnel stationed around the damaged cabin to close the hatch.

Soon the red alert on the console disappeared, and the most dangerous moment had passed.

Dangerous stress must have a way to vent, and exploding in the external compartment was the best outcome. Although some personnel were lost, the core of the spacecraft was not affected. If the core area exploded, the entire spacecraft would face the risk of falling apart or even exploding.

The old man who had been unconscious for a long time grabbed the edge of the bed and sat up. His heart was beating wildly and his blood pressure soared to the limit. He was gasping for breath, but his feet had already touched the ground.

His shriveled muscles were trembling constantly, and he was desperately trying to squeeze out the last bit of strength left in him, trying to stand up again.