Chapter 127: Hydra tanks, basilisks, and servitors
When the Imperial Guard came here, both the Forge Governor and the priests of the Mechanicus were indifferent to them. This indifference was due to their indifference and arrogance towards mortal flesh and blood.
But they will not expel the Imperial Guard, just take advantage of it. They firmly believe that the light of Ohm's Messiah will shine here and victory will always be there.
But in addition to faith, the people here still have considerable trust in the triangular defense curtain composed of three modified asteroids near their galaxy. The artificial defense system called the Steel Gate and the Imperial Guard fleet have completely blocked the world. Main warp road.
The Mandeville Point turned the vastness of the void into lines linking the galaxy. The subspace undercurrents extending in all directions carried countless ships away, including invaders and guardians.
The subspace is like a river that connects countless imperial worlds. It is both terrifying and links the future of mankind with exploration and adventure. It is also the core point of attack and defense.
The Steel Gate protects the world, and according to records, it is even equipped with a small volcano cannon, which can destroy a cruiser with just one shot...
However, the three asteroid fortresses are still not enough to resist the enemy. The Black Heart King has an absolute advantage in resources. This is what the Mechanicus fear and worry about, and why they contacted the Imperial Guard.
Probably because of that, I pay taxes to your empire every day, now you have almost fulfilled your obligations! ?
Therefore, their attitude towards the Astra Militarum is not very good. Firstly, the Imperial State Church and the Mechanicus are basically two faiths. Secondly, they have reproductive isolation, which basically destined the Governor of the Forge to have an indifferent attitude.
Therefore, the completely unmodified Alan Bair walking in the center of Forge World cannot be said to be eye-catching. It can really be described as a naked man walking into the White House one day, and then all the White House guards followed him. But he didn't take action.
For the Adeptus Mechanicus, this is probably how it feels for untransformed mortals to walk into the foundry center, and the look in Alan Bair's eyes, most of which are made up of monitors, is dangerous and crazy, greedy for him. The treasures on your body.
For Alan Bayer, it would be a complete waste to hand over the relics of the Dark Ages to the Mechanicus. If they could really research something and benefit the empire, he would naturally not care about paying, but in most cases, Gao The technical sages of the first level will monopolize technology, and then those stcs that have been reproduced with great difficulty, day and night, and spent countless manpower and material resources will disappear completely after their death.
For the Mechanicus, it is extremely difficult to manufacture those STCs after they are developed. In most cases, it is not impossible, but it is impossible to mass-produce them. Soldiers will still use lasers and plasmas, and only some elites will try to distribute them. , even so, the Mechanicus will give priority to those with connections.
So, why not keep it for yourself? Should those murderous weapons be left broken on the battlefield, or should they be enshrined and waited for some genius oil guy to crack them, and then he dies, those things
Disappear again?
Thinking about it, smelling, and tasting the smell of the fuel, I watched with eager eyes and asked about 6-19 times along the way. "Sir, do you need me to help you get something?" Asked by the servitor, Alan Bayer finally arrived at the location of the founding governor.
After the adamantine door opened with the squeaking sound of gears, the air pressure in this room suddenly generated, almost to the point of sucking people in. Alan Bayer couldn't help but hold his breath.
After about a few seconds, the appearance of this room can finally be seen clearly. Inside the metal walls and messy things, experimental props, complex lathes, and a large amount of kraft paper are scattered and piled up here. Amidst countless knowledge, the room's In the center was an operating table, with a disemboweled orc tied up on it, dying peacefully without closing its eyes.
A roughly two-meter humanoid thing stood next to the orc, with many pliers, knives, and drills swinging on his countless mechanical arms. His body had been completely transformed, and only a few parts were still clean, such as the brain?
The red robe, the body made of ceramic steel, and the scarlet monitor were shaking around. At this moment, he was making a sound. Only that sound could roughly judge his age. He sounded like an old man in his 80s, but it was only blocked by the grille and communication. The weapon only appears powerful after being strengthened.
"Sorry, my vocal cords have not been transformed yet. Guests of the Imperial Guard, praise the Ohm Messiah. I was undergoing surgery just now, and dissecting the orcs is a required course for me every day."
"During this time, I will drain the oxygen here to achieve a vacuum to ensure that the orcs will not rot and decompose."
Alan Bayer also noticed that the floor here is made of fine gold, with no gaps, as if it was fused during casting, and no traces of welding. Not to mention the orc spores, even the elite assassins in the living room cannot climb out.
And the electronic sound and the sizzling sound of the damn mechanical joints echoed in his ears, like a mechanical spider made of metal crawling in his head. Alan Bayer managed to maintain his gentleness and elegance to answer.
"It's okay, Mr. Forge Governor, the Skadi Sole Regiment is happy to help, and I will never care about your voice."
He nodded. If that action was still the human ceremonial action that Alan Bayer knew, it was hard to imagine that the thing in front of him had anything to do with humans. Even the orcs would comment on the behavior of the Mechanicus. "Even the mad doctor isn't half as crazy as those gear boys."
The foundry governor put away his terrible blood-stained limbs and said in a gentle tone. "Servant, bring tea to your lord. I'm sorry, I can't taste the food. My stomach is damaged during this period, and its stinging will affect my movements. Although I can no longer feel the pain, I still carry on. Transformed. ”
Alan Bair asked with interest. "Then how many places do you have..." He thought about many words. "Original wife?"
The Foundry Governor pointed several fingers at his head, throat, and heart.
"The next step is to replace the heart. I have almost finished discarding all wet parts."
Alan Bair frowned. For the empire, especially for its meritorious personnel, the countless life extension methods and the genes that humans have evolved over tens of thousands of years make it possible for the empire people to still be considered 80-90 years old. As "middle age".
Of course, this depends on his status. Basically, the empire's school-level officers will not be too short-lived, as long as you can prove your worth. And because of the doctrine and technology of the Mechanicus, if nothing happens to a Mechanicus sage, It's okay to live for thousands of years.
Therefore, the "old man" in front of him obviously has not taken care of his wet parts at all, and it can even be said that he dislikes them.
Aylan Bayer still has the concept of being partly influenced by his parents, and the feeling this old guy gives him is getting worse and worse. In comparison, the girls in his group are much better, although they also look highly modified. He looks like a human being, but his appearance is clearly human.
Of course it may be because she is too young...
But disgust is disgust, cooperation is cooperation, Alan Bayer just nodded. "So about this alliance between the Imperial Guard and the Mechanicus Skitarii..." As soon as he spoke, the sage made a voice.
"That's enough, I don't want to hear this. You also know very well why I asked you to come here." The mechanical sage has no patience. He can spend hundreds of years studying something in secret, but he is not willing to listen. Alan Beyer talks about his world-ending collaboration.
Because from the beginning, the Mechanical Sage was not a warrior, an officer, or a noble, but a solid scientific researcher. If he could touch the human relics of the Dark Ages, he would rather the world be reduced to ruins. For this sage , this world is just one of the ways for him to obtain research information, it is not important.
The value of knowledge is endless, and the founding governor is in a hurry. He has no time to play house with mortals. Alan Bayer also sees this intention. He has already begun to think about whether to go to the first macro branch (although this explanation It's crude and stupid, but it can be barely understood as the regiment-level composition of the Skitarii, but a Skitarii is actually composed of multiple macro branches, and they are all controlled by infantry composed of servitors and a small number of data sages) to help. He protects the world.
But he also considered that the personalities of the Mechanicus were probably the same, and he sighed. "Tell your servitor to keep it safe, and now give me the list."
The Foundry Governor couldn't help but feel happy, even though his emotional suppressor was already buzzing. As a mechanical sage, his brain had not been modified too much. "What can you offer?"
His word order became faster, obviously, and Alan Bair also answered. "Nano virus gun, an elemental weapon, probably hundreds of them."
"Hundred, hundred, bye bye Abai!" The mechanical sage was stuck. He repeated this word for about half a minute until his server was re-adjusted. Alan Bair almost couldn't help it and wanted to shoot him to death. If this old thing hadn't taken into account many of the things that would follow in his relationship, there would still be those elite Skitarii Alphas, almost all made of machinery, who would be eyeing him with electromagnetic guns.
The Mechanical Sage calmed down and closed his eyes. If those things were eyes, although he theoretically had no eyelids, he could still close the iron sheet and cover the place where the eyelids were originally, probably because of his habits during his lifetime. Catch his eyeballs.
After a while, several servitors came over with long lists, ranging from common individual weapons to automatic guns, with clearly marked prices. There was even a nano-weapon written on it, and how many yuan weapons could be exchanged for.
This efficiency made Alan Bayer's eyelids twitch slightly. Fortunately, no other officers came this time. It was just him and the elite of his Skadi sole regiment. He picked up the long piece of brown paper in the servitor's hand and looked at the details. content.
"The price is a bit high?" Alan Bayer said this, but he knew very well in his heart that the price here is not outrageous, because those weapons are no longer valuable to him. Compared with the so-called technological relics of the Dark Ages, they are more valuable to Ska. The only thing that Dee told the team was scrap metal without ammunition.
The technical sage replied. "Needless to say, flesh and blood, this is the highest price in this sector, you understand."
Alan Bayer was still panting and understanding, pretending to be confused. "The relics of the Dark Ages are priceless. You Adeptus Mechanicus must know that. If you miss the inventory of my only regiment, Skadi, you can dig in the fields and maybe you can get it out."
The technical sage didn't want to theory, he just wanted to study the wisdom of those ancient humans. Although he kept saying it was the dark age, all the top officials in the empire understood that those relics were ridiculously easy to use.
But the more I see the clues of the heyday of mankind from the power of those things like witchcraft, the more I am fascinated, at the same time many sages of the Mechanicus have fallen into the corruption of chaos. It can be said that the empire is currently timid in various aspects. Given by subspace.
But Alan Bair doesn't care whether the sage in front of him will fall. If he really joins the traitors, all that awaits him is the wrath of the Imperial Hammer.
The sage of the Mechanicus also saw the determination and will in Alan Bair's eyes. As the saying goes, people become better with age. Even a technical nerd and an inhumane mechanical engineer can understand what kind of people are worth socializing with. Of course, the Mechanicus Everything depends on belief and knowledge reserve, but interpersonal relationships are not a bad stepping stone.
For example, Alan Bayer can judge that the Mechanicus girl in his regiment is bound to rise to prominence in the future just because she is a disciple of the Sage. Even if her sect is very partial, it is not something that a small force in the empire can touch.
It's just that the senior leaders of the Mechanicus rarely show their emotional intelligence in front of others, unless that person makes them feel valuable.
That's right, the founding governor of this world now has a strange feeling. If he gets to know the guy in front of him, his legacy will be much greater, and the God of All Machines will definitely be much better as well.
"Okay, in addition to providing supplies, all your subsequent maintenance and ammunition supplies will also be discounted, and supplies from our world will be given priority to your regiment in the future." These words of the Mechanical Sage are extremely valuable, and as a first-class high tax standard In the imperial world, their taxes are enough to supply about 50 standard imperial worlds, which means a huge population base of tens of billions of people.
Although Skadi's only regiment has never been short of money, they have also experienced painful journeys of being squeezed out by local military departments in other star regions, lacking supplies, and not having enough supplies. Now there is a forging world and a garden world that can continuously provide supplies. and supplies are naturally better, and he may even be able to break away from the Imperial Military Department...
Alan Bayer immediately put aside the dangerous heretical idea, and he immediately started purchasing mode.
"There are 12 Hydra anti-aircraft tanks, 15 basilisks, and the Salamander reconnaissance tank Kane likes it so much that he also has two units to play with."
"Then plasma, first each team has a plasma gunner, and then give the assault troops some melta guns and melta grenades, and then we have a thousand guns."
The tip of the pen was writing and drawing on the kraft paper, which made people wonder whether the war engines of the empire were free of charge. When Alan Bair finished writing, large and small war materials were hung all over the paper, and the sage did a quick mental calculation. , and then his transformed body trembled obviously.
He knew that he would have something to study (and dismantle) for the next few hundred years! (End of chapter)