Chapter 126 "Date" with the Mechanicus
The burning earth is filled with asphalt and concentrated acid. This world was once a place full of minerals. Although the Mechanicus made atmospheric changes after settling in, the air here is absolutely safe and loyal, but the exhaust gas produced by the endless excavations is Let this become a living hell.
There is no planetary governor in a forging world. Her master is usually a mechanical sage, called the casting director. What can be built in this world depends on what the person has in his mind, but this forging world is not very distinctive. Something like some terrible dark age technology.
This forge world is completely used to produce standard equipment for the Astra Militarum, that is, carapace armor, hell guns, Hydra tanks and other things. Compared with many awesome fourth-level tax-free forge worlds, they will give you a battleship if you have nothing to do. And Titan, the level here is the majority of the empire.
This place is commonly known as the Crack Forge. The standard mechanical name of the Mechanicus, Alan Bair, is unpronounceable. The Gothic name recorded by the empire is Pan Lan.
This world does not have a long history, but it still supports large and small supplies for the entire Pangia sub-sector, from transport vehicles used by civilians to the Imperial Guard's cannons. Although it cannot produce Lemanus, it is lightweight. For example, Kane's favorite Salamander tank is still readily available, and the Sentinel is also one of the main outputs of this world.
It can be said that the Empire can do without her, but the Pangia sub-sector cannot. Now because of the subspace, she is in a quite independent state after being blocked in this star system. The Mechanicus does not recognize the temporary command of the Lieutenant General, and does not need John De Well food provided.
At least 30% of the world's population has undergone mechanical transformation. The demand for energy crystals, promethium, and oil is far greater than normal human food, and the starch blocks produced by the synthesis of promethium can also meet the needs of slave workers.
Today, at the feet of Alan Bair, in the hive city (hive city), which is as dense as an ant nest and has many flaws, tens of billions of modified humans live, as well as countless members of the Mechanicus.
In other words, stationing here is not a good job. The firepower of the Adeptus Mechanicus cannot be used by the Imperial Guard for no reason, and your nearest supply point and food are...
Starch block.
However, as the elite of the empire, the Imperial Guard must have priority for supplies. With the orcs joining here, the transportation lines have been smoothed. This star system and the surrounding 13 human worlds are all trading with each other, and there will be no shortage of food, so this casting The world becomes more important.
The traitors cannot ignore the undercurrent of the subspace. If they can come in, so can the Imperial Guard called by Alan Bair, so the current focus is to hold on and find ways to hold on.
On the periphery of the void of this world, there are three mobile asteroid fortresses that have been highly modified and can travel at sub-light speeds as fire support, as well as Imperial and Ork warships as the main force. The pressure on the Imperial Guard is actually not very great.
The void is vast. After the imperial forces blockade Mandeville Point, the traitors must capture worlds one by one in order to gain strategic advantage, because they need to rely on those imperial worlds as supply points and jumping points to reduce the burden of long-term navigation.
If you want to describe it vividly, in this star system, today's Red Pirates are empty buildings without a foundation. Although they are huge and tall, they have not stood firm. As long as the Astra Militarum protects the border, they cannot use the Pangia sub-sector. As a springboard into the core of the extreme star field.
The task is daunting, and reality is what it is. The Imperial Guard must put themselves in the most dangerous places to keep this vast empire alive.
Alan Bair took a sip of coffee and breathed in the first breath of Adeptus Mechanicus-style air after getting off the transport plane. It smelled so bad that if any environmentalists from the Ancient Terra era saw this thing, they would probably pass out directly.
Thick smoke is filled with yellow mist, rising straight up to the mountains composed of cities in the clouds. Transport planes like a flock of birds are flying in and out of the sky. The number has been reduced. If there is no subspace obstruction, the sky will be blocked here. transport planes, because this is below the star port, the richest area in the world.
However, the Machine Slaves have done a good job in dealing with the problem of scarcity and inequality. Machine slaves basically only have one salary, a job.
Their brains were lobotomized, emotion suppression devices were installed, and if they needed to make sounds, the vocal cords in their throats were cut out and replaced with talking heads and grilles that amplified the sound.
With the spirit of transformation where there is something useful, the Mechanicus is almost inhuman from top to bottom.
"It's not easy to do, this is a useless mission." Alan Bair complained. He was sitting in a transport vehicle prepared by the Adeptus Mechanicus for the Astra Militarum. He was surrounded by senior officers of the Empire and several members of the Skadi Sole Regiment. The soldier serves as a guard, and the high-grade synthetic material on the seat gives him a comfortable feeling, but the driver is almost integrated with the vehicle, which looks like something out of a horror movie.
If his twisted body was not still covered with the red robe of the Mechanicus, it would be difficult to imagine that such a thing is a mechanical priest. Instead, he may have noticed Alan Bair's impolite gaze, and his protruding mechanical eyeballs stretched out at this moment. Come out, like a snail, then twist back...
"Read the database and query. Is there anything you can do? Mr. Alan Bair, Lieutenant Colonel of the Imperial Guard."
Those trembling, squirming, mechanically moving tentacles in the narrow vehicle space really make people wonder if they have arrived in subspace.
Alan Bair coughed. "How long until we arrive?"
replied the priest. "Estimated, three hours, forty-two minutes and twelve seconds later."
Alan Beyer replied. "Thank you, continue your work and praise Om Messiah."
replied the priest. "Praise be to Om Messiah!"
As an Imperial Guard, Alan Bair is now going to meet the Forge Master (Forge General), who rules both this world and the Skitarii, but remember, the Skitarii are not PDFs, but actual terrifying cyborgs. Terrible military organization.
The only thing that makes Alan Bayer feel relaxed is that the priest girl in his regiment has joined the team here as a diplomat, but her method of communicating with her fellow villagers is incomprehensible to outsiders.
"10101100111111110000. Start, Enzan Protocol, 100011111011111110000000..." She was in the passenger seat, her highly modified body chanting...
"Agree, start the agreement, praise the God of all opportunities. 1010010101010010101010100000111111..."
Although I don’t know if there is a saying in this world that you can drive without being distracted and without being distracted, maybe their prayers can make the car more stable. Anyway, looking at the old man, the car and the person are integrated, as if Picasso has painted on him. , there should be no car accident.
Probably, maybe...
"The bells tolled 12 times, praising the Ohm Messiah, Mr. Alan Bayer, we have arrived." At the end of the long, long, smelly and damn bumpy road, Alan Bayer had fallen asleep, and the machine taught them Without breathing, they have no idea how bad it smells.
He patted the wrinkled military uniform and cursed and commented. "I will report this to the Foundry Governor, and I will ask for a transport plane to carry me next time."
replied the mechanical priest. "Thank you for the suggestion, compatriot, compatriot, compatriot..." He was stuck. It seemed that this sentence was very incomprehensible to him, which made Alan Bayer a little angry and wanted to give this "alien"-like "human" a head. hair.
When the broken car left quickly, I had to admit that the Mechanicus' research on human comfort was probably equivalent to the medieval times of Ancient Terra. He lowered his head and held his thighs.
They were numb. Only the cushions were comfortable in that place. If you sit for a long time, you will feel that the blood is not flowing. I don't know what those people think. The entire small space is for senior officers of the Imperial Guard to sit. Of course, it may be to express their feelings. dissatisfaction.
The Adeptus Mechanicus is a fairly independent existence within the empire. If it hadn't been for this attack, the Imperial Guard would not have been able to get close to it. In other words, they hate flesh and blood mortals disturbing their lives and interfering with their world. Even the Imperial Guard's powerful firepower, Possible damage here.
Those motor oil guys keep saying that they have no feelings and desires every day. From the bottom of their hearts, they are the most greedy people. All the things they have lost due to transformation have turned into a desire for knowledge, religious expectations, and the 12 tones of the bell and so on?
There are emotions engraved in human souls, and they will never erase them all. They say they are ruthless, but in fact they are just covering up their weakness. The Imperial Guard is the backbone of mankind, and they are nothing more than mechanical genitals.
Alan Bayer murmured in his heart that he didn't like those oil guys. Although they once represented the truth of the empire, now they are just existences of gods and ghosts. Their desire for knowledge makes them no longer human, but they are still greedy.
At this moment, the group of people followed the machine slave down. It was a brown staircase made of lead plates. When walking down the ramp, the first thing that caught his attention was the strong smell of sulfur that hit him. It felt like a sponge. Wet it with sulfur and promethium, and stuff it into your face.
There was also a blazing hot wind, which seemed to be the stinky farts continuously emitted by the furnace itself, sending the rolling heat waves from the factory at their feet to the imperial officers through the surrounding stinking air.
"Pay attention to the exhaust emissions, flesh and blood." The leading servitor said. The unique mechanical sound and the damn sound effect of his speaker passing through the grille momentarily distracted Alan Bair.
Even though he was warned in advance, he still choked and coughed, and then felt that he was almost suffocating. It was then that he began to truly envy the respirators worn by the Tau warriors.
The journey ahead is not necessarily far, and their destination is not surprisingly... a church.
The big golden clock, the huge gears, and the gap in the gears are enough to fit a Lemanus. It looks like a huge monster-level creation, but Alan Bayer can't tell what this thing does. It's mechanical. The Jiao Mingming has the ability to make more advanced power transmission equipment, but they still have a soft spot for gears and pistons.
He walked in front of the huge metal door, which was carved with countless exquisite things. A huge monster was stationed beside it. He was holding a power spear, and his body was like an Ogryn. A huge medicine jar hung on his body, and his flesh and blood swelled abnormally.
"Welcome." He greeted us with his unique plain tone through the sound-producing device, while simultaneously making the cogwheel gesture popular among followers of the Mechanicum with both hands. "I am Centurion Quibo (jb), Infantry Brigade of Fikundia, Bishop's Guard."
A Kistali, it is obvious that the body is highly modified. It is difficult to imagine what the Mechanicus considers human flesh and blood, a burden?
Alan Bair coughed. "We want to see the Governor."
Mr. Kipo lowered his head, and binary flashed in his eyes. If that light was binary, Alan Bayer just felt like this, anyway, he should be thinking?
Under the attention of many Imperial officers, any Astra Militarum would feel nervous, but Mr. Kipo stayed here for half a minute before speaking, and answered with that unique mechanical voice.
"I don't have permission and application."
"Your team, without permission, please leave."
Alan Bayer instantly felt like he was blocked when he went to the website in his previous life. He rubbed the tip of his nose. "I've been riding for five hours and I'm exhausted. Do you understand, don't waste my time, if you don't want your world to be ruined by heretics."
At this moment, the priest girl suddenly said. "Sir, to be precise, we sat there for about four hours, fifty-three minutes, and seven seconds."
Alan Bayer frowned. When did she have such a sense of humor? "Well, that's not the point. The point is, I applied for visit."
Mr. Kibo lowered his head again, and after an obvious pause, he answered. "Visit, failed, casting director, refused your meeting."
Alan Bayer really doubted whether this guy was connected to the Internet. He really couldn't stand this tough guy, so he waved his hand. "Well, sergeant, give me your scythe."
Then the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment handed over their weapons in a polite manner, and Alan Bair waved the weapon in front of the big lump in front of him.
"A relic of the Dark Ages, high technology, equipped with a destruction stance generator, used to process crops."
Da Da Da answered immediately. "Visit, apply, please please please..."
"Failed."
Alan Bayer frowned and took out his pistol. "A relic of the Dark Ages, compatible with melta, heat rays, lasers, most known energy weapon firing forms and can launch small hydrogen bombs alone."
Kipo answered immediately. "Visit, apply, succeed."
A voice came from behind the huge metal door. It was an old, mechanically synthesized voice, but it could not conceal its excitement. "Sir, Lieutenant Colonel of Skadi's only regiment, please come in, please come in. According to the visit agreement, please take off your weapons and have them collected by the servitor... ahem, kept for safekeeping."
Alan Bair walked into the door and answered. "Fuck you M, I'm here to save you, not to go through the process with you. If you want the relic, you have to spend money to buy it. Let's clearly mark the price!"
The old guy behind the communicator answered. "Then, please come in. Let's have a little chat about the invasion of heretics. How many throne coins can you sell your relics for?"
The other officers looked at each other in confusion. They thought they should be shut out, but this one seemed... Did he go to rob a tomb? Now is the series of Tomb Raiders 2
(End of chapter)