Chapter 165: Forging the New Order of the World
The news of the victory spread throughout Panlan, but people in this world are still just working in the factory forever. The roaring engines and the gear boys who are constantly working seem not to care about their own safety.
They used the Empire's transport boards to travel through the messy giant industrial furnaces or something more terrifying, and their force feedback arms constantly moved the Empire's most precious things up and down.
The priests sang and praised with the help of scriptures and classics all year round. It seemed that no one cared about the Imperial Guard leaving without saying goodbye, and no one knew that the world and the Empire were drifting away at this moment.
But in this world, in addition to those numb and miserable people, there are also people with shining eyes who work here. He directs those who will not stop working. The gears rotate, the furnace roars, and fine gold and ceramic steel are constantly being melted. Production, but long hours of work are still tiring even for his mechanical body.
As a mechanical sage, he needs to constantly sing hymns of great achievements and loyalty to the God of All Machines, so that his power can make the machine soul active and happy. This is not the job he should do, but he does it for the human children he raises. Being able to grow up in a social environment, he voluntarily quit the better arrangements given to him by the higher-ups of the Mechanicus.
But he still wondered why those factories were still operating at full capacity at this moment. The output during this period even far exceeded the level of secondary tax, he muttered. "Isn't the war over?"
This sage had been rescued by the Skadis several times. The Imperial Guard's departure without saying goodbye made him a little depressed. He also wanted to ask those mortals why the top leaders of the Mechanicus were so restless, while his thoughts were still complicated. When he turned the page, the roar of the big clock began to echo in the hive. After the time signal that originally represented the end of work, he forgot most of his responsibilities and walked to his lounge as soon as possible.
That is a room that belongs exclusively to the mechanical sages. In the capital city where land is precious, it is extremely difficult to find a place for him to rest, and even here, this less than 50 square meters of space is full of them. Various personal devices of colleagues and so on.
After making his way around many obstacles, cluttered with pipes or cables, he pulled out a carefully packaged item among the machinery and workbench.
His companion, or colleague to be precise, was another technical sage who was cast by machinery. They also controlled the foundry and continuously imported materials to other worlds.
The sage looked past the thing with a display composed of 600 million simulated optic nerves. "Chocolate?" He chewed the word.
"Has your taste system not been removed yet?"
The mechanical sage held the chocolate and answered. "This is something for my daughter."
"Daughter? Oh, that little flesh and blood, the recruitment of data craftsmen has been launched during this period. Don't let this affect your future. The next time there will be a large-scale vacancy in the Skitarii, I don't know when it will be."
His colleague's "well-intentioned" admonitions, but to this sage who has regained his humanity, such words are unimportant.
"So what, I hope there will never be a war. I'm going back after get off work." He was a little unhappy, picked up his things and started to move forward.
his colleague replied. "Are you sure? The Founding Governor requires us to be willing to work overtime during this period before we can conduct new internal trials. This is a missed opportunity for understanding and knowledge."
But the sage only answered. "I don't care."
When he walked out of the heavy airlock door, he also thought, and he also knew that his colleague's warning was not wrong. He knew very well that it was not good to indulge in emotions as a member of the Mechanicus, but he also understood that he wanted to To give Arya a good life, she must pick up those things. He could wait, just twenty years.
But at this moment, the streets of the hive capital seemed unusually quiet. It was obviously off-duty time, but most people were still working overtime. In addition to dirt and engine oil, the rough alloy walls on the streets also had notices plastered all over the streets and alleys with holy kraft paper. .
What they were preparing for, what they were waiting for, what war they were going to fight, he didn't know, so he could only hold his chocolate in confusion.
In a stormy situation, what about a mechanical sage in the storm? Without the honor and success given to him by his mentor, would he have to use his throat to utter those complicated words all the time like ordinary priests?
He could only walk on the road, swinging his body, which he had changed countless times during this period. There were also many mechanical prosthetics of the Imperial Guard on it. He was somewhat apologetic in that he had occupied the body of a loyal member of the Imperial Guard. , but before he could repay those people, things reached the current situation. It came suddenly and went away quickly. For the Mechanicus, just one year seemed to have flashed by.
He could only transfer his apology to the mortal saved in the war, but...
Suddenly, the noisy sounds in the street attracted his attention. Surrounded by red robes and the unique appearance of the Alpha Servitor of the Mechanicus, the Rangers were fighting someone. This was the headquarters of the Mechanicus, and the Red Pirates were once the capital. The core of the forging world had not been invaded, but the sage had just retreated from the battlefield, and he immediately hid in the bunker almost instinctively.
He could see the smoke of war coming from the direction of his house in the distance, and he could also feel that something was going wrong. The feeling he had last time was when the Red Pirates invaded.
The Mechanicus' rail flintlocks and carbines were firing wantonly in the streets. He calmly took out his usual collection of finely crafted explosive bombs. Because the Mechanicus' monitoring of the body's armed transformation seemed complicated, he also chose a more direct method. Method, a firearm taken from the production line as "unqualified" and about 20 rounds of lethal explosives.
However, he is not an expert in shooting, and has never even touched a firearm. Compared with combatants, he is still just a weakling. But now he does not have the command authority of the servitors, and he does not necessarily have any supreme rights. In the war, After the tragic incident, he realized that if he wanted to survive in this galaxy, this chaotic place, even hiding in the capital of the Mechanicum was not safe, and he had to find a way to gain a foothold.
This explosive bomb with Arya's name engraved on it was also a birthday gift he planned to give to the girl. He hoped that she could be as strong as the weapon gifted by Ohm Messiah, and that she could ignore her past and cast herself in the furnace of mechanical casting. Normally it becomes a finely crafted weapon.
"Praise the machine soul, you will obey me and draw its sword for victory, praise the Ohm Messiah, who roars in the name of gears and algebra..."
He recited wartime prayer spells, and the complex mechanical body twisted out of the bunker. He wanted to see who the enemy was and what caused the chaos.
But both sides of the war were wearing red robes, but one side enslaved the servitors, while the other side was mostly mortals living in the local area. He couldn't tell who was right from wrong, and could only watch the crazy battles numbly.
Roaring, gunfire, bursting beams, and the sizzling sound of hot weapons evaporating from the air. Those things are treasured by the sages. The treasures and machines they forged are now being used against each other in the capital of the Mechanicus. Fight.
As the chaos continued to grow, his keen listening ears picked up human conversations that were rare on the battlefield.
"The governor ordered to eliminate heretics."
Mechanized voices flashed in those monitors and communicators. This should be the voice of the Alpha Skitarii Legion.
"That's not the Ohm Messiah. It's just that you want to use the power of heresy to covet those taboos. For the gears and the big clock, for the world, and for ourselves to stay away from chaos and filth, my heart goes to the God of All Machines. ! ”
This was the voice of a mechanical sage or a director. He could tell that the voiceprints of those high-level members of the Mechanicus were forcibly recorded in his head, but now this director somehow used clothes that covered his face and changed his face on his own. His vocal cords made it impossible for the mechanical sage to recognize the executive.
And he really doesn't quite understand why Alpha, who protects the Mechanicus, and the top brass of the Mechanicus are fighting so hard. It seems that something strange has happened in this world between the time he didn't know and the beginning...
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The ensuing battle was more intense than the sage expected. With the help of a director-level sage, the Alpha Skitarii were unable to defeat the troops composed of mortals.
The ragtag group composed of rebellious gang members and merchant escorts from all over the world are currently relying on the weapons, equipment and tactical guidance provided by the director to maintain a precarious advantage.
But the gods have always preferred to use those fates to tease mortals. When those mortal troops achieved strategic advantages with huge sacrifices and victories, a roaring and restless giant machine broke through the situation. It was a crane equipped with a crane. The force feedback engineering arm rushed out of the cumbersome roads of the hive at lightning speed, and waved its angry arm to crush the main mortal army into mud.
As long as the mechanical monster is smashed down at this moment, the army will never be able to raise its head again, nor can it maintain its current small advantage, the director also shouted because of this. "God of all opportunities!"
But things were not without a turn. Destiny led the mechanical sage to come here. He could recognize that the equipment used in the factory was now under his management.
He could use the internal network to shut down the machine, saving those mortals from death and keeping the unit alive, but why?
If he does this, the higher-ups of the Mechanicus will discover his operations. He has very high authority and will be strictly monitored if he moves. His behavior of not working overtime today has already made the governor unhappy. If he does such a thing again, he may be punished. These are all very forgiving decisions.
But the sage looked at the mortals who would be crushed, killed, and ravaged and the cowhide rolls floating all over the streets, and asked in a stern tone for endless overtime and war preparations. The departure of the Skadi soldiers also...
He touched the chocolate in his breast pocket. He didn't know. Even if he was extremely smart, he couldn't guess the changes in people's hearts in this world. Even if he was talented and smart, he couldn't find out what fate was playing tricks on.
Whether to take action or wait, whether to surrender or resist, these doubts formed in his mind, and the chaotic thoughts made him hesitate. He was not a warrior, nor a hero, but he knew clearly that something seemed to be in his hands at this moment.
He stood up and used all his strength to expand the signal he could spread. As a sage, his authority allowed the huge mechanical arm to stop instantly. The mortals also raised the melt, dissolving the precious wealth of the Mechanicus. net.
Afar also noticed this sage and asked the leader. "Mechanical Magus, why is this so? Your behavior constitutes apostasy. It has been...up..."
Before he finished speaking, the sage raised a finely crafted explosive bomb and smashed his head. Even technicians, in an empire full of martial virtues and simple folk customs, there is no one who would hesitate to shoot. This is why the empire The strict storage of various military supplies is terrifying.
He has parted ways with the Governor. No matter what the Governor is doing or doing, it is definitely not right...
His behavior was also affirmed by the Mechanicus. The flintlock shot at him, and the violent projectiles pierced his chest. He did not think of pain and death for the first time, but was depressed as if he had put chocolate in his chest pocket. .
Then he felt that his body was damaged. Although he could still move, he could no longer resist the continuous shots.
The help that can be given to others will eventually be repaid at an unknown time. When the flintlocks are ready to fire, the assistance shots from the mortal troops follow one after another. Those firearms that represent the riot play in front of the mechanical troops driven by the supreme authority of the empire. With astonishing fighting power, the heat and plasma tore apart the bodies of the Skitarii, and those troops who had been victims before became victors.
When they approached the sage with vigilance and recognition, the senior executive he identified as director level slowly walked over. His voice did not change at this moment, making the sage instantly recognize his voice.
"The Adeptus Mechanicus is massacring civilians, and permanent residents whose physical transformation is less than 40% will be incinerated. The higher-ups have decided that they will break away from the empire and publicize that they have found the real Ohm Messiah."
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The sage listened to this weird news in surprise, but that voice made him have to admit it, because it was his mentor, casting director, and former First Hongzhi Deputy Director...
"Old..." He wanted to say this title, but immediately changed his mind. "Have you seen the little girl in the residential area...my mansion?"
His teacher naturally knew where he lived, so he spoke. "Your residence melted, which is pretty much what you can imagine. In the end, we only found part of the tissue that was fused with the metal. Everything was heavily carbonized."
"About 90% of the residents in that area have been wiped out, and now the world has become weird and extreme."
At this moment, the sage only felt that his emotional controller was buzzing. He did not listen to those messy things, and just touched the carbonized metal on his chest and the almost non-existent chocolate.
Sometimes fate is so sad, but his mentor had to wake him up with the loudest voice and tell him even more terrible news.
"The Astra Militarum has unilaterally issued a warning to us. If the Mechanicus does not surrender, hand over the heretical creations and accept the purge, then the Imperial Navy will issue an extermination order to this world!"
"We don't have time. We must contact the Imperial Guard in the shortest possible time and convince them to give up the extermination order."
The sage said. "That's all. Now I have nothing. The big house I just moved cost all my savings, and my children also..."
his teacher suddenly asked. "What big residence? Don't you live in the main nest, No. Y341648, Huaen Street?"
The sage immediately became energetic. "I moved to an inner location in a residential area to give my children better space..."
Then his teacher answered immediately. "In the inner area... there are still rebels in the inner city area on D Street. We will go to assist there during this time. There is also a sentry tower with star communication capabilities in the inner area, and we need a reliable commander."
"Join, kid?"
The sage retorted. "I have lived 60 standard Terran years."
His teacher replied behind a mask. "In my eyes, you are still a child. Wearing a mask is a sign of distinguishing the alliance. Although it is very simple, it is enough to make others aware of your difference."
The sage looked at the thing sewn from linen, which looked like the beak structure of the disease doctor in the ancient Terran classics, but he had to admit that the world was sick.
He stretched out his arm and slowly put on the mask that represented responsibility and destiny. After getting used to the turbid field of vision that hindered his detection, he felt that he could see more clearly now and his thoughts were freer.
The streets were chaotic, deserted, scary, full of corpses and despair. Although Pan Lan was not good in the past, he would never be like this.
He replied with trembling anger and the calmest tone. "I'm ready, teacher." (End of Chapter)