Chapter 148: The Traitor’s Hymn, the Weird Machine Soul Requiem
This world, Pan Lan, has been exploited to almost the limit by the Mechanicus. The earth, soil, minerals, and everything that can be used have become forbidden by the Mechanicus, continuously providing supplies for this huge empire, but such a " There has been a sudden change in the world of "dedication and loyalty".
In Area D of a2413, the main hive of this world, the heretical troops are stationed here like steel nails. Mortals have built those defense projects. The barbed automatic cannons or logging guns with the blessing of the gods have even been re-modified. Heavy explosive bombs.
Their tops were covered with blessed evil-colored cloths. From the sky, they looked like an ordinary deserted city, and the auspicious detection could not penetrate those divine cloths.
Compared with the chaos when they failed before, they are now not only orderly, but even comparable to those war groups within the empire that are focused on order. Although this statement is a bit blasphemous, a war group like the Space Wolves may not be able to compare with this group at the moment. Things that don't respect the Codex Astartes, although they don't either.
But in just one and a half years, how much effort did Wengar spend in creating such a traitor army? He may be very grateful to Alan Bair, not this group of mortals, and his troops will not be so easy to train.
How much pain did he suffer because of this? He repaid that kind of resentment with Skadi and let Skadi's fourth regiment taste it.
He is not a good person. Although he has kept his word and even tried his best to employ people as good people, his personality change brought about by his proximity to the power of chaos has made him become sinister and vicious, which is almost inevitable.
And his mood began to be unstable, and his thoughts were slightly disordered. Whispers and nightmares were echoing in his ears. When the subspace jump that had to be started because of Alan Bair was forced to start, they witnessed many crazy things there. , the veterans of Claws of the Stars all have this situation more or less.
"Ha...ah! Medicine, sedatives! Give it to me!" His struggle and contradiction were highlighted at this moment. Those twisted things were both his strength and the poison that corrupted him.
The mortal servant handed over the potion. Even though he had been "gentle" before, he lost the controller of his superhuman strength in those twisted whispers. The red giant's thick arms trembled with the power of power armor and pulled the mortal head. Crush it together with the liquid he handed over and swallow it wholeheartedly. Only when his cheeks were stained with blood did Wengar realize what he had done.
He was like a crazy beast, greedy for blood and fresh meat. He retched, but the feeling came and went quickly, as if he was no longer a human being.
"My Lord Huron...what am I doing?" He wiped away the broken bones and rotten flesh, and watched the mortal fall straight to the ground, making the concrete streets of this world wet and bright red, and then quickly dimmed due to oxidation.
He didn't want mortals to be afraid of him, so he could only take out his sword, slowly cut the poor guy, then put it in a bag and burned it with white phosphorus. On the ground, he said that his servant had a bottle of precious wine and was sent Went to the front line to collect troops.
After Veengar finished those things, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. His Scarlet Claw was actually so sneaky, and this was not the first time he had dealt with things like this. His gene seeds began to have problems, and his will and expectations Gradually distorted, and if he dies one day, his seeds will inherit this curse...
He might not care about mortals, but that kind of fear was buried in his heart. Veengar didn't understand what he had become. Probably, he was just a monster.
Dong-dong-dong, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Weingar could tell that such a heavy person could not be a mortal. "Come in, brother."
The metal door was pushed open, and the thick anti-riot door looked like a toy. The power armor unique to the dimensional blacksmith and his throat with a grille represented the visitor.
Valtex said. "Killed again? Have you taken Galen's (pharmacist) medicine?"
Vengar nodded to his brother. "The effect is getting worse..." There were still dried blood stains on his cheeks. Although they were completely invisible on his dark skin, they gave him a more frightening feeling.
"You need help." Although Valtex was unhappy with many things, his overall view was still normal. In his eyes, without Weingar's command, this unit was useless.
Weingar shook his head and said paranoidly. "The only thing that can heal me is death. Only the total annihilation of the Skadi can heal the pain in my heart. Although it will definitely leave scars, my blood thirst will become more serious and twisted as long as those mortals are alive. ”
"Offensive, if we delay any longer, the city's energy will be completely insufficient to complete the casting of Merovingian's machine soul engine. I have to admit that Merovingian's wisdom has surpassed mine in many aspects. He can even use Such a rough environment and materials create a body that coexists with spiritual energy and technology." The dimensional blacksmith praised him without hesitation, but he couldn't tell how much of it was sincere and how much of it was just to gain Veengar's trust. It was probably both.
Human beings are so complicated. He looks down on the new recruits who join halfway, and is also worried about the problems that will arise in the legion after his absence. He despises the existence of Merovingian, but is also greedy and recognizes its soul.
Even the Chaos Traitors are not black and white, and those twisted thoughts make them more complex than the Empire's troops in some aspects.
Veengar had to think about this issue at this moment, whether they could rely on their battle brothers to take over the world, and whether they could win. If Merovingian could exert 10% of his expected capabilities, they would get the chance to invade this world. The springboard of the star system, the ticket to invade the Gondva sub-sector.
Now the connection between the Pangia sub-sector and the Maelstrom, that is, the road from the Extreme Star Region to the Sun Star Domain, has been completely controlled by the Red Pirates. As long as the Gundva sub-sector can be captured as a buffer, the imperial forces in the Ultimate Star Region will There is no longer the ability to open the road here.
This expedition determines whether the Red Pirates can control the fate of the entire Extreme Star Territory in a short period of time, and whether they can grasp the tunes played by the absurd gods of chaos in this dark void.
"Merovingian is not perfect yet, is it? Its exoskeleton cannot be shaped due to lack of energy, and its resonance ability is greatly weakened. Its songs can only spread about 2 kilometers, which is too dangerous."
"Blacksmith Valtex, sometimes it's important to wait..."
Weingar commented, but it is difficult to say whether he is moved. If Merovingian can activate it now, the situation of the battle will inevitably be reversed.
The dimensional blacksmith spoke. "Okay, let's take action. The only camp in this city has large energy equipment to maintain the void shield. If we continue to delay, insufficient energy supply will cause irreversible weakness to Merovingian's clone."
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Veengar was touched. "Really? Gods, it seems we have to take action." There was a lot of loneliness in his tone. Obviously he hoped that this matter could be carried out steadily, but Merovingian's demand for flesh, flesh and energy also exceeded his expectations. .
But Veengar is not one of those cowardly Imperial Guard officers. He is the Red Angel, he is a demigod. He picked up his own weapon. In addition to using that thing to solve the murder scene, he finally had a way to suspend his blood thirst.
Fighting against his own nightmare, fighting against his own destiny, just like what he did, said, and emphasized before, it was just his speaking out that made him expelled from the battle group. What will he encounter this time?
Veengar is smart and stupid at the same time. He is smart because he is a tactical genius, but stupid because he cannot see his own destiny clearly. He picks up or puts down, succeeds or dies, and fails with victory.
Someone brews the wine, but no one can tell who will swallow its sweetness in the end.
Bolt bombs, chain saws, plasma, blast bombs, melta, these weapons of war have been picked up by countless treasures. The weapons that have followed the traitors across the entire galaxy have begun to thirst for blood and death.
Merovingian was released in the open space, and he began to stretch his twisted limbs from the long pillar like a jar. It was like a flesh and blood pumping station twisting its mechanical limbs to drive its life. If you want to describe the posture of that thing, it is probably Just...
"Gods! This is a dragon made of blood and machinery!" Mortals shouted. They never knew that what they served day and night could be so terrifying. A machine that was born entirely for war and killing, and a twisted object made of flesh and blood. .
The smell of blood carries the rich scent of corruption and machine oil mixed with promethium. The slender limbs make people doubt whether it can walk under normal gravity, but the powerful psychic energy holds the huge body forward, fully unfolding The flesh dragon is 7-8 meters tall, even taller and bigger than the Space Marines.
The spot where it had been crawling before had been crushed into holes, and one could see how heavy the weight of the Merovingian mass that had allowed the concrete to look like this was.
When the hot wind of this world blows through its body, twisted songs come from those tattered and corrupt holes, like ethereal wails, but extremely penetrating. Chaos spiritual energy and Merovingian's extreme understanding of machine souls Shaping it to perfection in this aspect, it is born to be an anti-mechanical demon.
After the traitors heard that sound, they instantly felt the weight of their loyal power armor. "Brother, my armor has stopped!"
His tone was a little confused. You know, the armor made of ceramic steel can still keep moving even if it takes a machine soul erasing bomb. This is the best and most loyal partner in his life, and now it...has malfunctioned?
Chaos flashed through the minds of the demigods. For mortals, it was just a moment. They didn't even notice it, but Merovingian let out a mocking whisper. "Space Marines, creations of the Emperor, gods, but maggots."
But after a moment, Merovingian felt the sharp pain in the core of his heart. The dimensional blacksmith came over, holding the long whip that made it like a nightmare, and pressed the stance of destruction.
"Ah ah! My Lord! Spare me!"
The Dimensional Blacksmith replied. "You have despised your master, please give me a little punishment."
"Now, go to the battlefield, my servant."
Merovingian lowered his head. The previous arrogance and backbone seemed to be gone, but the terror it brought forced the Space Marines to think about whether it was right for them to cooperate with such a monster...
The storm is coming, those terrible twisted things are greedily extending their claws to the empire, the desire of the red pirates is getting closer and closer, loyalty, traitor, death, victory, those tragic foundations are always emphasized and repeated. In this dark fortieth it will be repeated.
The second lieutenant still has not grasped the core of his destiny. He is already familiar with the skitarii in this camp, but in addition to the void shield and hundreds of reasonably good electric current rifles, the ruling sage is at his post. Work diligently.
And speaking of building a good relationship, the second lieutenant actually has a good relationship with the ruling sage, and those servitors are actually his clones.
"Sage, what do you think of our situation?" The second lieutenant asked the Mechanicus this question with great interest. Of course, it was because he didn't know much about these things that looked like machines but were actually human beings.
The Sage was lukewarm, and his third arm calmly dismantled the armor left behind by the traitor Space Marine after his death, and then sewed it onto his servitor body, sparks flying, just to provide an extra bit of help during the war.
No matter what it is, they are trying to survive and survive. For the lives on the battlefield, war is just that. The way to survive is to kill the enemy without thinking about other things.
"The survival probability is 87%. The situation is optimistic. The heretic's attack is not serious. Ohm Messiah bless you, second lieutenant."
"Yes, we are blessed, and life is getting better and better. When I finish fighting this war, I will apply to work as a PDF in another world."
"I suddenly feel that I am not suitable for a military career, sage." The second lieutenant has a psychological burden due to previous defeats. He is still fragile in this aspect. People do not just recognize their mistakes and can overcome them, but they need to grow and Time, although the world is not waiting for you.
The ruling sage stopped what he was doing. He was quite optimistic about forcing this young man, especially since he knew that the ensign had saved his apprentice.
"You are very suitable, Second Lieutenant. Responsibility is your most powerful weapon and driving force, just like your unique source of energy (source of energy is the general name of the Mechanicum for energy) driving you forward."
"And I am more of a scholar than a warrior. For me, the battlefield is just one of the places I need to step into to gain rights. For you, this is probably all you have in your short life so far. ”
"And you told me that you want to give up your persistence? You already have your heart tomorrow morning, don't think too much."
It's hard to say how such a sage could reach such a high position, but the void is vast and full of wonders.
This strange remark made the second lieutenant slightly happy, but at this moment the promethium lamp in the entire camp suddenly dimmed.
The sage reports. "Internal machinery is blocked, survival probability adjusted, 76%, 65%, 43%..."
The ethereal song has arrived, the gears of destiny are turning, the big bell roars three times, one blasts the piston, two blasts turn the gears, and three blasts praise the God of All Machines... Today's Challenge 12,000 Updates
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