Chapter 138 People who are close to the sun, madmen are also geniuses
The Bordeaux was playing a sailor's barcarolle that the captain had found somewhere. Those ancient and simple monotonous melodies hit Alan Bayer's head, turning his thoughts into a mess of excrement.
"Ahem, Captain, I will need to dig through the ceiling of someone else's house with the alien wave later. This is a very serious matter. Stop your barcarolle."
the captain suddenly asked. "How do you know this is a barcarolle? I actually don't understand this song."
Alan Bair realized belatedly that he had a translator, but he answered calmly. “Isn’t that what you listen to when sailing a boat?”
The captain nodded. "It's really not bad, but since our hero has asked so, do you have any favorite music?"
Alan Bayer thought for a moment that the current artistic level of the empire was probably that everything sounded like military songs, and he immediately shook his head. "Give me a clean one, so that the roar of the pistons and the eerie whispers of the void sound like the prelude to battle."
The captain nodded. "Indeed, Lieutenant Colonel, you have great taste. There is never peace in war, but those orcs shouldn't need you to spend so much time?"
"There are many of them, but their equipment and supplies are just that. Even in the worst case scenario, if all those Mechanicus die, the Astra Militarum will not lose the battle against the heretics in a short period of time. It seems that something has become a problem for you. ”
Alan Bair looked at the empty bridge. He put away his tactical tablet and nodded. "The staff is still carrying out propaganda and agitation. Skadi's soldiers know everything they need to do, and I have asked the staff to spread the word that the Mechanicus who follow us is a heretic."
said the captain. "What's the matter? In my opinion, that Mechanicus is just a little poor."
Alan Beyer replied. "If you call the four mechanical arms, the evil cyborgs with the big chop and the big tug-of-war called the Ordinary Mechanicum, then is the difference between the green-skinned technocrat and the technosage equivalent to none?"
The captain shook his head. "Don't they have different skins?"
Alan Bayer said jokingly. "Then he is equivalent to a technical sage wearing a red robe?"
The captain looked troubled. "That's true, it's a bit hard to tell the difference!"
After saying that, the two people laughed, Alan Beyer said. "You have a growing sense of humor, Captain."
the captain replied. "I can't help it. There's really no day when I'm not happy marching with you, but is that Mechanicus really a heretic?"
Alan Bair nodded. "It's normal that you can't tell the difference between the Mechanicus, but I can feel that the gear boy is not a good person."
The captain looked at the boundless void and the light spears protruding from his battleship. "We can kill him now, burn him with the light spear, and leave no dust behind."
Alan Beyer said. "I want to kill someone with a borrowed knife. It's obviously better to let the orcs kill this heretic. I don't want to be investigated by the Inquisition. Don't forget, we still need to think about it, instead of killing an enemy of the empire today and another one tomorrow. ”
"If you want to spend your old age peacefully, you must choose your own dishes as cleanly as you choose, otherwise the life waiting for us will not be easy. The merits are great."
The captain nodded silently. He could not refute that such a situation did exist within the empire. Although he was from a noble family and was not afraid of this, the young officer in front of him had a real "unstable foundation".
At the end of this dark 40th millennium, human beings are still social creatures, and relationships and backgrounds are still important. The empire will never lack tragedies of heroes suddenly disappearing. Alan Bair must always be careful not to leave any clues. Although he He fights for the Empire diligently, but his use of Dark Age technology and alien weapons is anything but clean.
Of course he can be a little more talented now that he is still in the Imperial Guard, but when he wants to retire with success, he can go to every academy as an officer instructor or in the agricultural world to enjoy the life of a farmer, maybe become a noble and enjoy the life of being a master. , he must be as clean as possible and not offend others.
Taigang is easy to break. Sometimes the blade needs to reduce its strength to become a legendary sword through the ages. Otherwise, it is just a demon sword that hurts people and self. He does not want Skadi's name to be tarnished by the state religion or high lords in the future empire. The target, at least not within the time he can predict.
He never speaks out and will not offend others. The Imperial Guard respects him, the Planetary Governor is afraid of his power, and the Mechanicum is greedy for his treasure. Maybe a hundred years later, if he still does not die in the war, he may be able to become a A high lord, of course he was not interested.
The average lifespan of high lords is two hundred. With the average lifespan of high-ranking people in the empire being 5600 years, they are quite "short-lived". Even the best machinery in the empire cannot sustain those people in the face of the empire's huge rule across the galaxy. The countless pressures and data generated at the time.
Compared to being in a high position, Alan Bayer feels that kind of responsibility is torture. Those who step into it are elites selected by major forces, and they are also tycoons who accept torture in exchange for benefits.
With so many thoughts on his mind, Alan Bayer made up his mind to get rid of that stupid Icarus without anyone knowing. Although he didn’t know why he fell and why he imitated the orcs, Alan Bayer only knew that he was such a heretic. It should burn in flames.
Outside the window of the battleship, the alien-shaped Steel Gate appeared in front of it. As a huge asteroid spanning hundreds of kilometers, it became larger and larger in the field of vision. Now its appearance has been greatly changed. Gears and statues, the Empire's The skeleton or the big clock was replaced by the big face of Brother Mao, the gears turned into fangs, and several ferocious imitation imperial warships stood upright in the void, showing their sharp edges.
But now that fate is beating, Icarus will definitely not be captured without mercy. He will not die. Instead, this encounter will make him reborn. He knows that Icarus must first get the wings in the labyrinth of Milotaurus.
He knew very well that he could not die in Skadi's only regiment. He relied on his knowledge to enter the monitoring system here early in the first half of the trip. He could not destroy the entire battleship system, but he could confuse her machine soul.
With a little manipulation of the chaotic virus code, the picture in the Bordero's control room became strange, and then in an instant it turned into the meditation of the mechanical priest, motionless.
And Icarus calmly adjusted his body, and those twisted gears turned. His desire for knowledge made him prepare to crazyly transform his brain.
That's right, he transformed his own brain. If you look at it this way, you still have to doubt whether he is really alive. He set up advance protocols and procedures for his robotic arm, and only simulated the transformation of his brain from The frantic surgery began with the head moved to his abdomen.
His abdomen is not a weak spot of mortal flesh, but a terrifying defense machine made of adamantine and ceramic. He also has a small void shield to ensure that his personal defense is enough to reach the Astartes level, but the only problem is Even though his head is still not 100% mechanized, his soul cannot be turned into real data.
But before this Icarus sees his wings, he will not agree to die. Even if he transforms himself, he will not hesitate to change himself. This kind of dark will is nothing more than this. Even the technical sage cannot guarantee such a crazy operation. Success, this madman actually used a simple program designed by a crude automatic arm plus the robotic arm just made during this period.
When those chain saws pried open his head, Icarus had already shut down his physical abilities. This crazy lunatic did not hesitate at all. Just to get a chance to survive under the hands of Skadi's only group, he had no chance at all. hesitate.
The danger of heresy is such, mobility and madness. Although most heretics' behavior is just self-destructive behavior, there are too many people and the gods will really grant such stupid things.
The ground is wet with blood, the loyal ground made of fine gold, those crazy flowers and machine oil carry human blood. It is hard to imagine how those messy things can be integrated together. All the technologies mastered by the Mechanicus are used as sharp blades to transform human beings. on his body.
The unconscious Icarus knelt on the ground like a martyr, with only four robotic arms provoking his blood vessels and muscles, pipes or fuel lines according to the program.
At this moment, as long as the Bordero suddenly accelerates or decreases, or the soldiers of Skadi's only regiment check the room, this heretic will die, or there will be a program error, or the mechanical arm will malfunction. He is not walking a tightrope at all, but committing suicide.
But the Chaos Gods and the Power of Destruction have destined this bastard to become the spokesperson of their will. More than death, they need this mortal to continue his arrogant life and recognize himself as the divine choice of Ohm Messiah.
By chance, luck, and moment, when Icarus woke up again, he could feel that his body was still natural, that he was still alive, not a soul or in some non-physical world, even if his brain was at its weakest. He still survived being exposed to the air and being operated by several dangerously uncontrolled robotic arms.
The remaining life after the disaster did not make this bastard feel scared. He collapsed on the ground, his red robe stained with blood and engine oil. His mind was filled with pride for himself and the feeling of death.
According to Alan Beyer, this child's brain was probably burned out and there was no way he could be saved. An extermination order was recommended.
But Icarus can only feel that he has succeeded in hiding the truth. He is the person chosen by the God of All Opportunities. He is of the same level as Ommisai. He believes that he will definitely succeed in the future, achieve the greatest things, and bring about the golden age of mankind. Come again, and the wisdom of the orcs is indispensable.
His arrogance has put him in the same position as the Emperor, stupid and brainless.
Those who play with heretics and aliens are destined to pay a price, but those damn things will cause greater losses to mankind before they die.
When the battleship docked, Icarus walked out of the room without any scruples. His high spirits made the malicious eyes of the members of Skadi's only group who had just received the news that he was a heretic become strange. In his eyes, those emotions were envy and envy. He is a member of the powerful Cult Mechanicus.
In Alan Baier's eyes, this guy seemed to have taken the wrong medicine, and it was obvious that he was going to the execution ground. It was not clear yet. When they started drilling holes and entered the orcs, they would shoot and kill the heretic, and then follow Alan Baier's instructions. Er threw him into the orc lair through a path designed in advance, pretending to be an accident.
Even for the melta bullet used to execute him, Alan Bayer made a fake bill and changed it to be stolen by local thieves and flowed into the local black market, ensuring that the mechanical priest's death would be unknown.
And Icarus was also prepared. He was almost the first to enter the login warehouse, because he knew very well that long-term pain was worse than short-term pain. If the Imperial Guard wanted to kill him, he had to die first and then live.
Regarding the target's cooperative actions, Alan Bayer was happy to sit next to him, and without any scruple pressed his relic pistol against the head of the bastard in front of him.
"Aren't you afraid of heretics?"
Icarus answered. "Why should I be afraid? When you want my physical form to disappear, something is destined to happen between us, and I am not a heretic, but a true believer in the Mechanicus."
Perhaps because the emotional control device was destroyed during the brain transfer surgery, he became extremely emotional, and his speech became similar to that of ordinary people. The mechanical feeling he once had became an electronic voice, but he revealed it all the time. It's about his arrogance, the arrogance that he thinks he can control his own destiny.
Alan Bayer looked at him with interest. "You have been transformed. If I still had doubts before, you are a complete heretic now."
Icarus cursed. "Imperial Guard, don't blame me, Om Messiah is above. My loyalty can be seen in heaven and earth, and the void is proof." His condition has never been so good, but Alan Bair is restrained because of the monitor that still exists. .
But when Bordeaux slowly stopped, Alan Bayer also realized that they had arrived near their destination. The Steel Gate was now strictly controlled by the Imperial Navy's fleet, monopolizing their waterways and escape routes. At the same time, the Imperial Navy It also became a sentry tower, where the movements of the heretical red pirates were monitored.
This is a real battle area, which is very bad and dangerous at the same time, but Bordero is like an officer driving to the military camp. When passing an imperial warship, the greetings of other warships will echo at the command point.
Because the Bordeaux is a hero, the hero who defeated the Ark of Omen, and a great battleship of the empire. Its captain, crew, and the battleship itself are all the nemesis of the Ark of Omen!
At this moment, Bordero came to the top of the Steel Gate, and Alan Bair and the soldiers also began to wear jumpsuits. This was the trial of the heretic Icarus and the beginning of their rescue operation. After about a day of oxygen, they There are many things they need to find ways to accomplish before they run out.
With no food or water, only their own weapons, ammunition, and a half-day's worth of oxygen tubes, the heroes didn't feel like they would ever go back, because they had dealt with more terrifying enemies! (End of chapter)