Chapter 132 Ark of Omen vs. Steel Gate
Mechanical parts were all over the ground, and death and misery were scattered everywhere in the imperial equipment. The orcs tied up the gear boys, counted the number of red robes, and then carefully recorded the list of "items".
"Ten catties, ten catties, a hundred catties, ten catties, ten catties..."
"Brother Mao, there are hundreds of them!"
“Extra meals, extra meals in the evening, Wuhu~”
The rough words of the orcs hit the priests of the Mechanicus or the data craftsmen with spittle on their faces. Even though their mechanical faces didn't care about those things, they could still feel the humiliation.
In terms of strength, ordinary ropes could not restrain them. In order to save time, the orcs directly used machetes to cut off all their mechanical arms. Now those high-ranking members of the Mechanicus can only lie on the ground like maggots, following their red robes on the ground. stained with dust.
"Alien, Ohm Messiah, will punish you!" The emotional restraint equipment became uncertain due to shame. A data craftsman almost shouted this sentence, but what was waiting for him was the green hand of the special operations boy. hand.
"Shut up, Gear Boy, we have work to do."
Then the piston heart of the Mechanicus felt what it called a myocardial infarction. The damn heretic stretched out his hand and took the cutter to cut off the iron sheet on their star port.
"Heresy! Alien! You can't, you can't! My Om Messiah! The God of All Planes!"
But this guy's call couldn't hinder the orcs' actions at all. After the roar of those buzzing tools and sparks, the fine gold creations carved brick by brick by the Mechanicus were dismantled into a mess of scrap metal, and then the boy They picked up the thing, hit it with a hammer, and transformed it.
"Oh Messiah!" the Mechanicus shouted, they would rather die than see such a situation.
The once honorable Steel Gate has turned into a paradise for the orcs. They are not the Imperial Guard. In addition to the mission, they will also line their own pockets. Marcato knows very well that after this mission, the Iron Gate will cease to exist, and the orcs who get food and scraps will flourish. , maybe he will one day suffer retribution and the backlash of the aliens, but now the heretics are even more vicious.
War does not distinguish between loyalties or heretics, it only shows smiles to the victors, and you can never decide who will die, who will live, and who will tell the story. He can only strive for victory. He knows that this matter is very important, and he only needs to Be clear, everything you do is subject to historical judgment.
The three planetary engines, modified by the orcs and propelled by the battleships, slowly approached and merged. The tattered scrap metal and modified shells were spliced into a triangle, forming a terrifying war weapon that was hundreds of kilometers in size in the incomparable void. The volcano cannons were connected in series with each other. The Mechanicus could not believe that such a crazy and disgusting creation was gradually completed in front of them.
From the initial doubts and resistance to watching the heretical technology, their thirst for knowledge forced them to stop praying to the God of All Machines and choose to think about why the orcs could be like this.
"A miracle, such a thing..." The priest looked in disbelief at the way those pipes were connected in a state he couldn't understand, and how the orcs smashed them into pieces, but he still didn't understand why the orcs wanted to modify theirs. Volcano cannon.
Disaster is approaching, heretics are ahead, the Ark of Omens roars, why are they building here, regardless of death, what are they doing, death does not distinguish between loyalties or aliens.
The Mechanical Priest once said to himself that he was smart and untouchable, but he did not understand human nature or green skins. He had many thoughts, and those aliens broke his thoughts and made him emotional.
The volcano cannon completely fit together in the void, as if standing erected in the universe, holding up the heaven and earth, like a giant in Greek mythology, standing on the backbone of the world.
Fine gold is used to mold its body, ceramic steel is its bones, hundred-refined refined iron is its shape, and energy-gathering crystals are its soul. This restless machine soul makes even the Mechanicus who best understand the God of Machines tremble. The orcs shape the beast, Liberation, now the killing weapon stands in the void.
One Eye looked at the surprised expression on the Gear Boy's face, and became interested. His military boots stepped in front of him. "Why do you think you are so smart?"
"If you have no respect in your heart, you will definitely be doomed."
"Why are you surprised, as if you have never seen it before? Why are you surprised, as if you can't do it?"
"You study every day, but you can't do anything. You fight constantly, and you are addicted to scriptures, but your achievements are not one ten thousandth of those of us orcs."
retorted the priest. "I have become accustomed to corruption and depravity, the worst of which is tarnishing the classics. The void is getting out of control and the machine soul is in chaos. This is why I study."
"I swing the hammer, sparks fly, I perfect the circuit, the furnace goes on."
"The bell rings 12 times, and your heresy will be dispelled!"
One Eye laughed. "Look now, it is not you who save the empire, but our blasphemous machine. Your scriptures are useless. Where is your God of all machines?"
The priest's voice was full of waves. "I will not listen to your heretical remarks, I will not understand your heretical transformation, and we will not listen to you!"
"The big bell keeps ringing 12 times. I must be extremely smart... extremely smart...!"
One-eye licked his lips. Xiami was indeed amused. His big green face was full of smiles. His thoughts could easily change a person. He was smart, scary, and deadly. Sometimes people even forgot that he was an enemy of the empire, but inheriting that name, he had Destined to have a fateful battle with Alan Bair.
the boy shouted. "It's done, sir, you can launch it anytime, anywhere."
"Well done, sergeant, I will remember that you all paid. Now show me your green palms. Anyone with calluses can take a pound of cans after the matter is over."
The boys raised their fingers high. Those aliens worked hard for the Empire. It was ridiculous, but the Mechanicus was lying on the ground. Who will save mankind now? Who knows the difference clearly, and what’s the next step?
Makato holds great power and is faced with a dilemma: sacrifice or victory, failure or success, infamy or understanding through the ages. Now as a commander, he has to shoulder it all. The communicator in his hand is the decider. He has become a giant and stands tall. In the void, hinder heretics.
He can no longer resist or be afraid. He is waiting. He is waiting. He needs someone to lay the foundation for the war, but he believes that someone will point the way for the heroic spirit of the empire. One day, one day, he will have his place under the Golden Throne. .
He will do whatever it takes to continue this ancient empire for a long time. If they can lay a solid foundation in the second battle, they will shake the world, one day, one day.
In the void, in silence, in the darkness, in the battleship, at the command point, the captain closed his eyes and sang what he heard from a certain staff officer.
"Maybe I won't be able to see the glory in my lifetime, but I happily join the fight. When future generations tell our story, tonight will be praised from generation to generation."
"I have seen miracles, big and small. If wild cats can succeed, then I will succeed too. To the Emperor, I will flow through the land like water, passing down my honor and life to you."
"Because the loyal ones will continue one after another, and we will continue one after another and never stop."
The voice was not loud, echoing constantly in the dark ship. If they could not come back, if they did not succeed, the sacrifice or honor would turn into mist. He hoped that he would do this, he would fight bloody for the empire, and he would give his own The honor is passed down.
All hope lies in the auspicious omen, in the Bordeleau, that loyal machine spirit, his partner.
Life is lost every minute, and they have no regrets. If they are dragged into hell by the gravity of the heretic's ark, they only hope that their information can be returned to their comrades before death.
Everyone was engrossed, and their expressions could not be clearly seen in the darkness, whether they were fearful, expecting, or praying to the God Emperor, but they were silent and did not infect others with their emotions. They were just enjoying the madness, danger, and... Opportunity, they must seize that opportunity.
Didi, didi, didi, didi, didi, didi!
It's moving, dark green. "Record the coordinates quickly! Correspondent!"
the captain shouted almost instantly. "125832, 234619...88, Emperor!"
"We succeeded!"
"Start the engine, let's go home!"
"No! Captain, we are too close. The gravity of the Heretic Ark is pulling on us, and it will take us a full five minutes to start the engine! We are already close to the atmosphere, and their defense guns will also detect us."
"We're screwed!"
The engine roared and the pistons trembled. Bordreau tried his best to keep his partner alive and the Imperial Navy unscathed. However, the evil power of the heretical Ark kept pulling at the souls of mortals, as if to force Bordreau to go up. All mortals must be buried with him!
The captain stood up. "Start the engines at full speed, open the load, let all the pistons roar, the gravity of the Heretic Ark is lower than that of the normal world, we still have a chance, if the Emperor really bless us, if she (Boldero) really wants to help us. ”
"Sailors, hoist the sails, get ready, go home, we will go home, the rough waves of void and heresy cannot kill us!"
The outer shell of the Bordero turned red in the atmosphere, and it was only tens of kilometers away from the ground. You must know that this is a big thing that is a full 3 kilometers long!
Almost attached to the Heretic Ark, the dark and lightless world is sleeping, those lonely ghosts, the illusion caused by the subspace are biting the outside of the ship, trying to peel off the loyalists inside and cramp, those automatic cannons roar, and the void protector The shield made waves.
A narrow escape? It was like a lifeless situation. The captain was concentrating on managing every part of the battleship. Not a single trace of energy was wasted. All of it was poured into the engine, so that it could resume activity at the fastest speed and in the fastest time.
But they were still pulled by the atmosphere and gravity to continuously charge towards the huge Heretic Ark, unable to recover.
Following the light generated by the falling high temperature, the captain once again saw this cruel and beautiful world before his death. In the dark clouds in the ship window, demons and ghosts shuttled among them, but the captain saw a golden throne, in which countless famous people The Imperial hero awaited him inside, and he smiled.
But a silver-haired woman flashed in his mind. She called the captain. She talked about expeditions and unrealistic words. She posted them on the bridge and called other battleships in the empire as sisters. The captain suddenly opened his eyes, and because of Bo Derro is still young, she cannot die...
As he listened to the roar of the ship, Bordreau also woke up. There was no problem with the battleship's engine. The powerful Imperial creation could escape the atmosphere. They were saved!
“Pull up!”
However, he found that the crew members had been unconscious due to G-force overload and were lying on the ground. It would be better to say that he was the only one who was still awake. He walked out of the command point and threw himself on the rudder of the ship as quickly as possible. With all his strength, his old body Pull upward.
"Ahh! Oh the Empire! Oh the Emperor!"
A miracle happened. Under the G-force where no one could be awake, under that kind of pressure, the old captain used his own intelligence and will to pull the Bordeaux out of death. Was it the help of the machine spirit, or...
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The battleship flew crazily upwards in the atmosphere, completing an almost impossible maneuver. Such a huge thing used its own energy to leave gravity in the atmosphere. What is this...
And the heretical troops stationed there that day also vaguely saw the battleship being held up by a faint silver light before completing that crazy action...
Bordeleau returned to her ocean, in the void. The captain's nose and eyes were full of blood at the moment. The congestion made his head dizzy, and shouts kept coming from the communicator.
"Captain, Captain, this is Makato, how are you doing there?"
Marcato's tone was urgent. If something happened to Bordero, he would not be able to tell Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer where his comrades had gone!
He is also ashamed of the heroes of the empire!
But the communicator answered. "I'm fine. I'm out of range of the Heretic Ark. The Emperor bless me. This is a miracle."
Marcato paused, then he answered. "Get ready, watch our victory, the heresy stops here, and there will be no change."
He looked at the Ark in the distance, radiating his own energy and terrible corruption unscrupulously, and all the anger, sacrifice, victory, and honor in his heart were aroused.
"125832, 234619, 88, shoot! Alien!"
One Eye answered at this moment. "Why, Imperial Guard, I have it all, you have to give me more, do you understand?"
At this moment, Makato's heart cooled down. He knew that the aliens could not be trusted, so he actually increased the pressure on the empire at this moment? Aren't they satisfied with the asteroid that the three Forge Worlds worked hard to build?
"You damn heretic! Alien! You bastard greenskin, you should die. Aren't you afraid of the Lieutenant Colonel?"
One-Eye burst out laughing after hearing Makato's curse. "How is it possible? He is far away from me. How can he threaten me?"
He is now completely out of control of the Imperial Guard, and he does not believe that those staff officers and engineers can change anything. He is the boss of countless boys, how could he be enslaved by humans...
Duyan suddenly felt a cold feeling behind his back. "Shoot, alien." The voice was rough, and the bronze arm was thicker than his head. A shotgun blaster was pressed against the one-eyed head. He looked back in disbelief. Is that Catachan?
At this moment, all his personal guards were taken down. The Catachans took off their staff uniforms and wiped off the white powder on their bodies. Greenskins are so blind to humans. They are not good at recognizing humans. Alan Bair also said, He prefers the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment, especially Catachan, to protect him, but they have more important tasks to choose Stormtroopers.
How could a normal staff group control the orcs? Orcs are one foot taller and humans are one foot taller!
One Eye swallowed. "Yes, boss."
He pressed the button and adjusted the position. He had no intention of not destroying the Ark from the beginning. He just wanted to increase the stakes. However, all his calculations failed. Boss Alan Bayer is more terrifying than he imagined...
At this moment, the sharp volcanic cannon shrank like a sea-fixing needle, as if it was about to break through the sky... and burst out energy towards the core of the Ark of Omen! Are you a beast again? (Catachan rolls up his sleeves)
(End of chapter)