Sisters of Battle warship.
After Li Feng walked out of the Medical Sisters' room, he wandered around the warship. Since he hadn't eaten, his stomach was growling with hunger, and he had no intention of going back to sleep.
Somehow, he ended up at the Mechanicum Workshop of the spaceship, just like an old man taking a stroll. At the entrance, a servitor, with only its head remaining, blocked his way. A mechanical voice stated: "Access denied. Protocol 527 required."
Li Feng then displayed Cawl's token, which he wore around his neck, and the door quickly opened.
"Verification passed. Access granted. Authority level Alpha."
The workshop interior was vast, with numerous weapons and equipment being repaired. Many half-human, half-machine servitors, with their brain lobes removed, were using various tools to 'bang and clang' on the Sisters of Battle's Rhino transports.
"Teacher Li!"
The voice came from behind. Li Feng turned around and saw the Oil Man, who had previously had his 'showerhead' ripped off by Li Feng, running over, holding a shoe-box-sized device.
"It's you, kid?"
At this moment, the Oil Man no longer had his previous arrogance. Half of his fleshy face was now covered in fawning smiles. He knelt on both knees, holding up the shoe-box-sized device with both hands.
"Teacher Li, this is a gift from Great Sage Kaor for you. Hehe, this is a 3D printer from the Dark Age of Technology, capable of manufacturing and producing small 'machines of the omnissiah' using stc templates."
Li Feng looked at his fawning and flattering expression and couldn't help but wonder if Cawl had become a bigmouth, spreading rumors everywhere that he was the messiah. "Did Cawl tell you anything?"
Hearing Li Feng's words, the Oil Man slowly stood up, then quietly leaned close to Li Feng and whispered:
"Great Sage Kaor told me that you are a human from the golden age, mastering the pinnacle of the omnissiah's technology and truth!"
Hearing this answer, Li Feng breathed a sigh of relief, then took the device... Whoa! It was quite heavy!
Li Feng placed the device on a nearby workbench and began to examine it carefully. As a "Tu Ba brother" with strong practical skills and comprehension, Li Feng seemed to grasp the operating principle of this device.
Its appearance was similar to the 3D printers in Li Feng's world, but there was an additional component on the side, resembling a copier's ink cartridge.
By inserting manufacturing materials, similar to plasti-steel powder, and then inserting an stc template, production and manufacturing could begin. The item's strength primarily depended on the stc design and production materials.
"Teacher Li? Would you like to try it?" The Oil Man asked, holding an Imperial standard dagger stc template in his hand.
Li Feng nodded, and the Oil Man began to operate it. He took out a can of plasti-steel powder and plastic fibers, poured them into the cartridge, then inserted the stc template on top, and clicked "Start" on the screen.
A bright light and sound, like welding, emanated from within the device, causing Li Feng to squint. Soon after, manufacturing was complete, and a dagger appeared inside the device.
The Oil Man opened the lid, took out the dagger, and handed it to Li Feng with both hands. Li Feng took the dagger; its surface was still slightly warm. Li Feng toyed with it; it was not just similar to the daggers he had seen in the armory, but practically identical.
Seeing Li Feng's increased interest in the machine, the Oil Man said,
"We found many of these things during our archaeological digs. Many are just piled up gathering dust in the warehouse."
Li Feng showed a puzzled expression. If this thing appeared in his world, it would be a groundbreaking invention of the century! Everyone could craft what they needed at home without leaving their house.
Seeing Li Feng's confusion, the Oil Man explained. While this item was good, it couldn't be mass-produced. The Imperium deploys hundreds of millions, even tens of billions, of troops in a single campaign. Using this machine to build things would be barely better than nothing. Moreover, this machine relies on stc templates for production, and where would the Imperium get so many idle stc templates for everyone? Even if there were cheap stc templates piled up in warehouses, they wouldn't just let you use them freely.
Li Feng understood this explanation. However, through this machine, he also caught a glimpse of the "golden age." The power of this machine was so immense that calling it a magical tool from Doraemon would not be an exaggeration.
Of course, this tool was also given to Li Feng by a certain Dora (Cawl). However, seeing the Oil Man's current attitude, Li Feng felt a little bad about ripping off his "showerhead."
"Um, has your showerhead been repaired?"
Upon hearing this question, the Oil Man lifted his robe! Whoa! Good heavens! It had been replaced with a valve-style faucet! The Adeptus Mechanicus was indeed strong in body modification.
Li Feng then asked, "Um, I still don't know your name?"
"Teacher Li, my student's name is Ailong."
Li Feng sensed something was off and continued to ask,
"Your surname...it wouldn't be Musk, would it?"
"Eh! Teacher! How did you know my name is Ailong Musk!"
It really is you! Ma Yinglong!
... Nun's Dormitory
The Nuns slept collectively on the hard bluestone floor, covered only by a thin blanket. It was very quiet, with only the low hum of the spaceship's ventilation system audible.
Holy incense drifted through the large room, and the only light came from the flickering flames of a few white candles before the colossal Imperial Saint statue at the end of the room.
Fides couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned on the bluestone floor, where she had slept since childhood. Her mind was filled with the image of a man... He wouldn't be angry, would he? ... Let him be angry! Who told him to say such things! ... But he didn't mean any harm, it was just an accidental remark. the book of sacred words also states that we should treat our brothers and sisters kindly... (The Emperor: If my children listened, would I still be like this?)
Who said I was brothers and sisters with that guy!
At this moment, two Sisters of Battle floated in Fides' mind. One was Saint Sylval, founder of the Order of the Argent Shroud,
and Saint Catherine, founder of the Bloody Rose Order... Saint Sylval, with white wings on her back, a halo above her head, wielding a holy light greatsword, and clad in silver-white armor, constantly advised Fides to be kind and approachable, and to trust Li Feng.
Meanwhile, Saint Catherine, with blood-red wings on her back, a halo above her head, wielding two Xuanhua battle axes, and clad in red armor, shouted that they needed to strike hard and teach these men 'masculine virtues'! They must strike Li Feng with heavy blows!
The two saints in her mind argued incessantly, and Fides irritably covered her head with her blanket... "What should I do...?"
Suddenly, a figure appeared in her mind, giving each of the two saints a punch on the head. The newcomer was none other than the founder of the Martyr Ladies' Order, Saint Alicia Dominica, who personally slew the arch-heretic of the Age of Apostasy, Pope "Nine Thousand Years" Goge Vandire!
Saint Dominica was seen grabbing the halos atop the other two saints' heads, throwing them directly towards the golden light behind her, and then calmly stated: "Sister, you decide your own matters... just... make sure you don't regret it."(Author: Ponder this sentence, considering the relationship between the Adepta Sororitas and Vandire during the Age of Apostasy.)
As the voice gradually faded in her mind, Fides wasn't sure if what she had just thought was her own mind or a saint's manifestation... But she had made up her mind!
Get up! Fides climbed off the floor, wrapped her robe around herself, put on the white stockings that symbolized a nun's purity, and walked out of the dormitory in her leather boots!
As Fides left the room, several Nuns opened their eyes... Then, all the Nuns collectively sat up and looked in the direction Fides had left... "She went! She really went!"
"Family! This is mind-blowing! That 'iron tree' Fides! She actually bloomed!"
The girls immediately started chattering, gossiping with each other... Some Nuns even began to imagine a convoluted and romantic story... Suddenly!
Next to the dormitory door, the Grand Nun's door opened!
Grand Sister Margaret emerged, wearing pajamas inscribed with sacred words, her face ashen. The Nuns immediately fell silent, looking at the tigress about to unleash her fury... "You probationers and prospective Nuns! If you haven't learned manners in the convent, go back and learn them! Now, everyone! Go to sleep!"
After speaking, Grand Sister Margaret closed her door. However, she herself wasn't asleep. As a Grand Nun, over 80% of the Sisters of Battle on this ship were new recruits fresh from convent training. She was responsible for leading these new recruits to this Star Sector, where the intensity of battle wasn't so high, for practical training.
She sighed and sat back on her bed, looking at the few personal items on her table—a photograph.
In the photograph was Sister Margaret in her youth. At that time, she was a High Sister Sergeant, newly promoted because of a senior's sacrifice. Beside her stood a kind-faced Medical Sister... Both were feeding a small girl, whose stomach was wrapped in gauze, on a sickbed.
She picked up the photo, looking at her younger self in the picture, trying to coax the little girl, who was crying from pain, to eat... "So, you've also reached this age?"