Chapter 118: Bella Kahn Descends to Fight - Beginning
On the other side, there is the hangar assigned to the former Imperial Fists.
"Our apothecary...why haven't you arrived yet?" Lysander took a half step anxiously. He knew that he was not in the right mood recently, but when a person constantly doubts what is happening around him It's hard to blame him for such a small thing when you are constantly trying to convince yourself not to think about it and just accept it and deal with it.
His Terminator armor has been retrieved from the armory. The difficulties he encountered during the process include but are not limited to asking him to fold the quilt six times for a disgusting war blacksmith in Bala (why did he still use the full set? Bedding?!), fight anyone in a gladiatorial cage for eight times with bare hands, or volunteer for a pharmacist’s seven antiseptic tests.
But in short, he is now fully armed, and his other biochemical states are at their peak except for his mood. I don’t know how the armory priest here does it, but Lysander has never felt that the armor on his body is like this. Prajna pointed at it, and more importantly, during the entire process of putting on the armor, he did not encounter any profane use that he had heard or seen.
If anything, he highly doubted that many of the service machine souls here might have actually crossed the red line stipulated by the Mechanicus. Oh, and also, the skull on the iron halo behind his head has changed its shape, and the motto below has also been replaced with Obey or Die.
Brother Pastor Li Kaiwen has peacefully completed the anointing and blessing prayers for everyone's power armor and weapons: now there is a group of black-painted shoulder armors, wearing starry skull logos and will be gathered in this hangar. The armor plating turned into a low-key and bright silver Terminator, and the similarly shining silver Centurion armor looked as new as if it had just stepped out of the forge under the spotlights in the hangar.
These forces are actually destructive weapons for most planets, but unfortunately Belakahn is a forging world with a long history, so things are not that simple.
And what they want to carry out is special operations, especially when the goal is to completely capture a forged world like this time, how to use these forces becomes a question that requires great caution.
Lysander had previously tried to use his own identity to call the Iron-Blooded shipboard database. To his surprise, he obtained the required information without any obstacles, and it was fast, detailed and clear.
The machine soul of the Iron Blood sent him a detailed three-dimensional ground scanning map of the planned landing site, detailed information on the "Lightbringer" Titan Legion's station, and information on each member of the Machinery Council, etc., without even asking him again.
To be honest, if this wasn't the Iron Blood, I would start to like this ship a little bit. This bad thought was wiped out of Lysander's mind, and then he focused on the current events. .
The power Lysander and the others can use this time includes the seventy Terminators of the first company, thirty ordinary power armors and thirty centurion armors that can be connected to them. In addition, they The weapons and ammunition of the Iron Blood have also been replenished in the armory.
The living saint of their genetic father, His Excellency Nirayidoa, will follow him as their side's apothecary.
There were also two squads of recruits assigned to them. Lysander originally disliked them very much until Brother Nilaidoa informed him of the names of the chapters to which they originally belonged.
Lysander knew the name of that glorious but expelled sub-group. He was heartbroken but also had a strange... mixed feeling of joy?
Kevin Li and he have already informed the others in advance that they will try their best to teach each member of these two teams everything an Imperial Fist should learn.
Anyway.
Lysander could think of no reason for their failure.
As long as those Iron Warriors bastards don't hold us back.
Also, when will Brother Nilaydoa come?
Finally, a figure they had been waiting for appeared at the door of the hangar. "For the glory of Dorne!"
"Don't forget to praise the glory of the master of this place." Ignoring the expressions of Lysander and others who instantly turned pale (anyway, under the helmet (cannot be seen), Parogov walked to the front of the queue calmly, "Everyone," he took off his helmet, and his face immediately attracted everyone's attention, "My plan is..."
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Archmagos Daedus has ruled Belakarn as the supreme ruler of the Mechanical Council here for more than three centuries. During this period, in order to save the stagnant product production that has declined due to the increase in ancient equipment that has become increasingly useless. , this genius master of static attitude knowledge has independently studied the oldest and deepest related technical mysteries for decades.
As for why not find a few more assistants or companions - if you are familiar with a Mechanicus sage, this situation is not surprising, because in the Ohm Messiah sect, "academic struggle" The meaning of this term has always included "physically destroying the opponent's organic and inorganic existence" and "plundering all the opponent's data storage units."
There is no such thing as "academic exchange" unless it is used to release code viruses into the opponent's hard drive or to rob the storage units or even younger bodies of his apprentices.
The most famous example includes that Belisarius Call himself once encountered an academic bully whose boss used his best friend as a threat to try to plunder his body and devour his soul. Ling, of course, the final result is that even under such a disadvantage, Caul still won. The intruder became a part of Caul's personality, and now, together with other parts, is embedded in hundreds of pieces of his body. In personality.
So we can see that in the Mechanicus, "other people's secrets" are such a precious item that can lead to death, especially when the data link layer of your planet is very likely to be When unequal superior-subordinate agreements are shared with each other.
Therefore, Fisher, the junior biological sage, is now holding his secret in his arms, trudging on the frozen soil and iron-red dirty ice of Belakahn that is as cold as minus 40 degrees Celsius. The season of iron is coming, The raging wind and snow here almost froze his remaining flesh and blood into ice cubes. He could feel that the surface layer of his biochemical skin was cracking and falling down piece by piece.
But he didn't dare to stop, and he didn't dare to stop at all until he arrived at the black market spacecraft leading to the near-planet orbit platform that was occasionally mentioned in low-level data streams.
Just a few hours ago, due to the daily routine of the slave workers handling the biological wastewater effluent for the Great Sage Daedus, there was a malfunction, so he had to go down and manually switch the pipeline. At that time, the optical matrix of the Biosage casually swept across the wastewater that was about to be treated in the container, and then Fisher saw with horror something that should never be there: a few strands of fallen biomass fibers, and something else. Dissolved fragments of tissue.
If they are a sage who specializes in logic or exploration, they may not immediately discover the problem at this moment, but unfortunately Fisher is a biological sage with a neurological orientation. His biological analysis lens immediately cruelly and clearly listed before his eyes some contents that he did not want to know at all.
He recognized that it was a part of human brain nerves, and it was in a state of decay.
All the irrational and strange details about Belakaan that have been passed down over the past decades and centuries, and the fact that they are now in a severe shortage of resources, but the Mechanical Council is still unwilling to export them to the outside world More products in exchange for resources—never have the answers flowed through Fisher’s data loops with such clear logic.
The junior biological sage trembled all over, and disposed of the wastewater with the most carefulness and speed, and then returned to the upper level as calmly as possible, using the most reasonable reason within his authority to find an excuse to leave the machine. The Gear Tower of the Council——
The memory storage unit stored in the data phylactery is being continuously read.
Gua.
I was all planning to write about a happy spring outing, but I found out that as long as I touched any other Warhammer place other than the Iron-Blooded Ship, it would not be funny (you
There will be a wedding tomorrow and I will have to help from early in the morning until after dinner in the evening (uh, ah, and it lasts for two days)
SO I have to take a day off tomorrow
Invite book friends to each other Tell me, I will say it again tomorrow
In addition, book friends who have read the previous chapter guess that even if the process is correct, the result may not be completely correct hahahaha
Pony has one thing that only he has The characteristics were vaguely hinted in the original text but were unconsciously strengthened here, leading to the current result
(End of this chapter)