Chapter 134 The Ominous Blade of Tanks Arrival
There have been a lot of transfers within the Mechanicum recently. Even with the permission of the foundry director, the gear boys can't help but wonder where those mechanical creations will go. In the final analysis, what is emotional suppression and what is serving Ohmmisai wholeheartedly and serving the Lord of All Machines? god.
Ultimately, the Cult Mechanicus is still driven by a desire for knowledge, but uses mechanical modification and faith to escape the spell of the Lord of Change, one of the Chaos Gods.
I have to say that they are very smart. This method is so smart that the Emperor agrees. It may even be that he personally planned this method, but in any case, the Mechanicus is very important to mankind, especially at the end of this dark 40th millennium. For human beings, they are absolutely useful.
"Quick, quick, quick, this box is extremely important, you stupid servitor!" The strong flow of data stimulated the body of the transport servitor, although the reason for the slow progress was that they were waiting for the Hydra tanks and those who were leaving. They pray to something, but they still blame something else.
No, it can even be said that the "training" of servitors is the daily routine of individual priests. They still pay a high degree of attention to their own creations and clones.
But the priest still said to his companions. "I didn't expect that the Founding Governor actually gave this thing to the Imperial Guard."
said another. "We can't research anything here, but can mortals really control such an engine?"
His data eyes flashed with a hint of, well...complex human nature, and then he said. "I have protected her for so many years and still can't change. Maybe the Imperial Guard can..."
said the one who asked the question. "Don't think too much, the God of All Opportunities bless her."
The two men in red robes looked at each other without any more questions, and just watched the huge machine being slowly transported in.
After those imperial war engines entered the transport plane, containers of large and small sizes approached the place where the Skadi Sole Regiment was stationed. During this period, the Skadi Sole Regiment, or the Skadi Battle Group, was several compared to the current one. Troops composed of regiments.
They have now opened a military base of their own in the hive. With the approval of the Founding Governor, they can do anything in this world like a duck to water...
They can enjoy the rotten atmosphere and disgusting folk customs of this world. The residents here are not human at all. You can't buy anything and they won't sell it. There is no black market, trade, nobility in the world of the Mechanicus, only countless prayers. Text, repair, beat, gear or clock.
Alan Bayer was in his office, thinking about how long it had been since he had sweets. They had now lost contact with the Ministry of Military Affairs, and normal supplies could no longer be obtained. Even if he had complained about the chocolates issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs before, Synthetically, those cookies have no flavor, but something is better than nothing.
There is no problem in relying solely on this star system to meet the daily needs of tens of thousands of Imperial Guards, but the better things are all in the hands of the Empire. The Skadi Sole Regiment, once an elite force, rarely felt a shortage of supplies even when traveling.
Whether it was their plundering of noble property when One Eye surrounded the entire Karu City, or Mr. John's preference for the Imperial Guard in supplies after he took office, the Skadi Sole Regiment has been kept away from hunger, and even often enjoys snacks and delicious food.
But now Alan Bair pried open his lunch, and he saw a canned Goro beast with dry meat pieces. The fat meat that often stuck to it had been cut off before processing. Although the supply was still sufficient, this The situation has shown that Karu City, or this star system, can no longer afford the huge war expenses.
Once the army takes action, the war engine needs fuel, personnel supplies, administrative transfers, and ammunition. The vacancies created are so huge that it is indescribable. Production and transportation, the consumption alone is enough to crush a world.
Alan Bayer looked at the dry pieces of meat under the promethium lamp, stained with soup. He should eat them gratefully, but if the war intensifies, such supplies will make the situation worse. Lack of calories is murder. .
"Staff officer, how long have things like this been circulating here?"
The counselor put away the cards he was playing. "About 3 weeks ago, I asked about the war ahead in the void. Most of the supplies must be sent there as much as possible. The oil will be used for the maintenance of the battleships, and some of it will be used to make new individual soldier rations."
Alan Beyer said. "As a calorie additive, beat it into pieces and apply it on dry food. Finally, we couldn't even eat the slime distributed by the Ministry of Military Affairs."
Although the taste of that kind of emergency individual soldier rations is criticized, as a commander, Alan Bayer had to comment that only three bags can fit in the tactical belt, and the energy and swelling of the stomach are enough to support a day of forced march. It just causes malnutrition and is simply a gift from the Emperor.
But those things are not in supply now. Canned food and starch can be used to fight defensive battles, but in the case of a surprise attack, the slime is definitely better. He has imagined that the oil is spread on the biscuits, and he wants the soldiers to swallow it. Get down those greasy bricks of flour.
"Damn, we need the empire. We have to admit that although the Ministry of Military Affairs is scolded by us all day long, we can't live without him..."
Although the Ministry of Military Affairs has been emphasized time and time again as the most useless and stupid within the Empire, and even the Imperial Guard will insult him, such a large, stubborn, and corrupt bureaucracy is still the one that the Empire currently coordinates and supplies for hundreds of millions of Imperial Guards. The only thing that exists.
The resources generated by the Empire World alone can definitely supply each legion, but the Empire World does not have as powerful a transportation capability as the Ministry of Military Affairs. Even if the Ministry of Military Affairs is an old empire full of high blood pressure, often blocked, and oily blood vessels, But blood vessels are blood vessels, and people cannot live without blood vessels, just like an empire cannot live without a military department.
The Imperial Guard is now rootless water, and they will have nothing until the warp storm completely subsides.
But those messy thoughts were quickly interrupted by the roar of buzzing engines. Dozens of Mechanicus transport planes arrived here, demanding that the Imperial Guard open their warehouses.
"Here it comes, the goods I ordered." Alan Bayer immediately turned on the communicator. "Open the warehouse, let the oil guys in, don't let them touch it, and then bring the hoes and other things I prepared, as well as the dark age firearms without bullets."
Alan Beyer tidied up his military uniform. He had indeed slacked off a bit during this period and even looked sloppy, but those oil guys probably wouldn't care.
He walked into the warehouse where the transport ship landed. Skadi's only regiment only provided a small box to the Mechanicus, and the Mechanicus needed a war engine made of fine iron that took several years to build in this forge world.
Seeing such a "fair" transaction, Alan Bayer felt a little proud in his heart.
Technopoly, boy.
But on the other hand, the technology of the Dark Ages is almost priceless in the eyes of those motor oil guys, so it’s unclear who made the profit...
When the ancient human relic was pushed over by the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment, the Adeptus Mechanicus showed incredulous expressions. When they went from uncertainty to realizing that the mortal troops in front of them really put equipment that could be used as holy relics in ordinary containers. Put together, the Mechanic-Priest made a rather fluctuating sound.
"Chinese... Lieutenant Colonel, are you sure? We don't need soft cushions, tempered glass, related prayers or a strong enough restraint stance?"
Alan Bayer looked at the box of "trash" and replied. "Forget it, it's nothing. If you want, I'll find a place to get some more next time."
Alan Bayer, who has the translator of the shooting assist system and the untouchable mode, basically has no place in this universe except the subspace and the lairs of the major races. He can dig up as long as it is human heritage, so he naturally looks down on those " Rubbish".
But for the Mechanicus, those weapons and equipment are treasures that require countless sacrifices and battles by the Guardsmen to obtain. The priest has felt emotional fluctuations even more times today. In his life after transformation, from the beginning to now The total number of times in the decades is more.
"As long as you are...satisfied..." He held back his collapse, even though his servo skull kept emphasizing his emotional instability. After he finally stabilized his emotions, he called in dozens of highly modified elite skitarii. Lift away those treasures.
But courtesy reciprocated, he spoke. "Lord Lieutenant Colonel, the Void War is over. General Makato, Commander-in-Chief of Steel Gate and Gondwa Western Theater, has secured this space domain."
"But the war is not over. The relevant reports have been conveyed to your tactical tablet. According to my records of you, you have no habit of checking them, so I would like to remind you."
Alan Bair scratched his head. "Finished? So fast?" He didn't carry a tactical tablet at all. It could even be said that he only used it to receive the layers from the battleship.
He was indeed a bit incompetent as a commander, but... He looked at the staff officer. "Commander, why didn't you tell me?"
The staff officer replied. "The Ministry of Military Affairs manual requires imperial officers to check the sacred tablet at least once a day to update strategic intelligence. I think an excellent commander like you can definitely do it."
Alan Bayer frowned and was good at talking. He first turned his responsibility into an obligation, then pushed the problem back on his face and complimented him again.
"Okay... let's talk about this when we go back."
The staff officer watched Alan Bair turn back and immediately wiped the sweat from his forehead with his fingers. At this moment, the Mechanicus also answered. "In addition to the standard supplies, we have additional gifts."
He drove his mechanical neurons, and electromagnetic waves or something filled the air. Hundreds of servitors opened a huge transport ship with all their strength, and the goods inside revealed their ferocious fangs and suppressed aura.
She currently has no driver and can only be pushed forward by the full force of the servitor. Its huge body is about 2-3 times the standard shape of Lemanus. Its huge body can launch accelerated secondary propulsion rockets. The barrel appeared as black as the void.
It is something that Imperial Guard commanders and Imperial Guard soldiers will be crazy about. The dark paint and scorpion barb-like marks are listed on it. The slight bullet marks and damage on the tracks represent the traces of its age and war. .
But no one will dislike her for being a second-hand product, and even only second-hand products will be greater.
Alan Bair swallowed. "Old Emperor, this is the platform, Poison Blade?"
The Emperor's Baneblade and its countless variants are one of the oldest Imperial tank designs still in use.
It has some standard template technology from the Dark Ages that exists only on its own architecture.
These STC technologies are limited to a dozen forging worlds, and the most important Emperor's Baneblade is still produced on Mars.
It is said that the Emperor's Baneblades served the Emperor in full divisions in the past. An Imperial Guard was extremely lucky to have a company of three vehicles, but most of the time there was only one.
Because the Emperor's Baneblade is in extremely short supply, this is because it possesses both powerful destructive power and tenacious survivability. At the same time, such a steel behemoth can inspire high morale in the troops.
Many "fake" giant tanks that are simply composed of thickened shells and cannons are also used as poison blades to boost morale.
But the original Baneblade has a better engine, better heat dissipation, a better main gun and its powerful power, and the farewell method is also very simple. Alan Bair quickly walked behind her and climbed into the cockpit. Look at the characters engraved next to the driver's seat.
"Forge World, Mars, vehicle name, dr.2457716. Cursed Blade.
The former crew members, Captain, Jayne Coteyn, Lieutenant, Bannick... experienced..."
Alan Bair's head was buzzing. This was a real thing. He immediately climbed out of the poison blade and asked the priest of the Mechanicus again. "Why are you giving me such a...gift?"
answered the Mechanicus. "She once collided with the heretic's flesh and blood engine during one service. After the violent explosion, she had irreversible psychic interference and could hardly function normally. Although her machine soul was still loyal, it was blocked by the heretic's things. Pipeline.”
"Not even the Mechanicus Priests of Mars, the Technosage, or even the Techmarines of the Space Marines can erase her curse through physical replacement, and the wizards even commented that no one can undo her witchcraft."
"But after a period of time, a diviner gave the only answer and brought her to this forging world. When the world faces suffering, her soul will be liberated."
"But as you can see, she has been parked here for four hundred years, and the crew members have long since turned into dust. Even Mars has almost forgotten her existence."
Alan Bair looked at the Mechanic-Priest. "You think I can help her?"
answered the Mechanicus. "No, she will help you."
Although Alan Bair knew that most people in the empire regarded the technology of the Mechanicus as witchcraft, he knew very well that the Mechanicus was not proficient in psychic powers.
"Do you believe those prophecies?"
replied the priest. "Because I can't save her, it'll be the same wherever she is."
Alan Beyer replied. "How pragmatic." He patted the body of the Emperor's Baneblade. "Thank you for your protection, I will start her."
There is no hope for the Mechanicus-Priest. "I hope so..."
When the transport plane slowly left, the soldiers of the Skadi Sole Regiment and the 113th Regiment of Falakcita also filed in to touch and feel the machines of imperial honor. However, no one dared to get close to the Emperor's Baneblade. They only dared to stay away. Watch from a distance.
Except for one person, the ensign pointed at the poison blade and yelled. "Boss, you really did something big, please open it for me!"
Alan Bair immediately grabbed the idiot. "If you dare to touch her, I will let you wipe the toilet for the next half a year!"
The second lieutenant immediately stopped, looking resentfully at the beautiful poison blade and the constant laughter of the other soldiers.
Until Alan Bayer suddenly saw the captain of the 113th Regiment of Falakcita staring at the poison blade intently.
What was the name of her former leader, Jayne... Alan Bair shouted. "Captain! Captain Kelis Arkady! What is the name of your former regimental commander?!"
replied the captain. "His name is Jayne Noct, sir!"
Same surname? Alan Bair thought for a while, this machine was a curse that started four hundred years ago, and the 113th Regiment of Falakxia was... three hundred years ago, and Mr. Jayne Noct had already survived because of the mechanical life extension. The entire three hundred years, that is to say...
Could he be a descendant of the crew chief? Although Alan Beyer doesn't believe in fate, he said. "You go ahead, Captain, I trust you more than the second lieutenant, this idiot."
The captain waved immediately. "I...I can't, I've never driven one, I've only driven a Hammerhead..."
She has been lucky enough to transform from a legacy of the empire into a regular army, not to mention driving a Baneblade and becoming her commander?
Alan Bayer said. "I believe that only soldiers like you can control her machine spirit."
The captain still shook her head until she was pushed by her teammate. "Go ahead, Captain, our commander."
"We will always support you."
The captain made up her mind at this moment. She walked into the cockpit and brought the best soldiers of the 113th Regiment of Falakcita, but they pressed the engine to no avail, and the driving piston made only a low sound.
The fuel has been filled, is it really not possible? When the captain was disheartened, the dog tag of the former regiment leader hanging on her chest suddenly fell off and fell on the record next to the driver's seat.
[Jayne Noct] [Jayne Cottain] The two names were like razors scratching the captain's heart. She wasn't sure, but...
"Move with me, ma'am, I am the heir of Major Jayne Noct, I am the Imperial Guard, I am the Imperial Hammer, if you can still hear me, then don't sleep!"
She pressed the lever and the piston again, but it was still quiet, disgustingly quiet. When she sighed, was about to give up, and let go of her hand, the poison blade started to buzz.
At this moment, after four hundred years, this Sleeping Beauty lady started to move again with the spiritual inheritance of countless generations of humans. The Emperor's Poison Blade slowly moved forward, and the whole garage screamed, and the huge monster directly It drove into the training ground, which aroused the surprise of most of the Imperial Guards, as well as the priest on the transport plane, who lowered his head and looked at the camp. He was so surprised that the expression on his face was twisted.
he shouted. "The prophecy is true?!"
At this moment, a motor oil man had a doubt about materialism... Second Lieutenant, stay away!
(End of chapter)