Chapter 226 The name of the person who will never return and the person who is now
The inorganic spines of the Iron Hands are trembling, the current on the chain of the furnace is winding like a snake, stimulating their perception, the emotional control protocol and The control of the cerebral cortex was forcibly broken through, and the long-suppressed human cries of the mechanical giants, who no longer had much human bodies on top of the bodies called humans, echoed lowly in the dark depths of Lacuan's Hall of Conquest.
If any mortal had the misfortune to pass by here at this time, he would probably be so frightened that he would immediately wrap up his coat and run away in a hurry. However, here there are only a large number of servitors and machines without autonomy, so everything is silent and motionless.
The holy smoke lit by someone unknown in the distance to praise Om Messiah curled up, walking like a ghost in the dark corridor.
The Holy Father of Steel also followed the crowd like a pilgrim, bowing his head deeply towards the standing ancient saint.
The machine-spirits of Rakuan's Halls of Conquest rejoiced once more in the darkness as witnesses to their Primarch.
Every living creature in the fortress monastery heard the thumping of mechanical pipes like blood vessels and cables like nerves. The joyful signal rushed through every part of the flying giant, causing all the emotions in its occupants to The mechanical components are also inspired by resonance.
I want to cheer, cheer loudly, shout out sad, joyful and painful prayers.
Holy, Emperor! Great, Ferrus Manus!
He's back!
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The Contemptor Fearless stood silently, his silver fists hanging naturally and casually by his side.
But a certain overwhelming and eye-catching momentum began to appear from inside him like a diffuse illusion of breath, as if it had been deliberately suppressed before. Just standing there, he It makes people feel the ultimate perfection of a warrior's defense and attack control of every part of his body. Every seemingly random movement is designed to perfection without thinking. Every pleasing angle allows people to experience it to the maximum extent. What does it mean to be impeccable?
Although the fearless amniotic fluid chamber is a fully enclosed design, and the people inside can only rely on sensors to observe the outside world, everyone at this moment feels a pair of bright, cold silver eyes above their heads. He looked at himself sternly, his eyes so deep and sharp, as if he wanted to penetrate their power armor, penetrate their mechanical bodies and internal organs, and look into the two hearts, hearts, and even the depths of their souls.
With the faint smell of anodized steel, a strange and shuddering pulse was passed unconsciously among the descendants of Ferrus Manus. The feeling of being completely seen through, and every imperfection in the soul and body being ruthlessly picked out and placed on the altar...
Markan Feros was the first to frown slightly.
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The perspective turns back to the other side.
Time returns to Fulgrim leaving the bridge and preparing to return to his cabin.
"Although being a Dreadnaught does not require a comfortable bed or a soft armchair, a dedicated maintenance cabin is the norm. However, after getting used to Perturabo and his way of treating people there..."
"——This place has indeed begun to become unsightly... Correction, the mistakes have become more conspicuous."
Fulgrim Ishtar chuckled softly, "Ah, Both aspects, isn’t it?”
He walked to a corner, which should have been the external equipment end of a maintenance node of this huge fortress. Its current construction style is already typical of steel. The style of the Hand is exaggerated and weird, that is, although it is built with some parts of human beings and steel, it is essentially built to be used by a user whose body has become mostly a machine, rather than to provide For use by a "humanbeing".
The original simple and clear pattern logos and input methods on the interactive interface have been replaced by layers of parchment prayers, purity seals, candles, and more, direct and rough repairs and additional functional lines. There are relay modules with unknown uses, more wet parts of skull cogitators and shriveled servitors, gray-white faces and metal mask throats that are completely soaked with antiseptics into leather, and they are all spiked by neural probes. The composition of the new specialized interface is completely covered. The entire gigantic wall installation, which looks like a mechanical growth, is obviously maintained every day. Its surface is polished until it shines, and engine oil and holy oil are carefully applied to every powerful, efficient but definitely ugly thing. place.
It extremely emphasizes the practical and inhuman aspects, and completely eliminates the certain boundaries of perception of beauty that humans can feel. Things born from antiseptic human flesh and blood and cold steel machinery have their own weirdness." Style", but that cannot be looked at carefully. If one observes carefully, a human visitor will be shocked by the rejection of "humanity" contained in this strange work.
Purple Ting Phoenix had already passed here, but in the end he couldn't hold it back and walked back again, looking at this tortured steel creation, and finally spread out his fearless power claws as much as possible. Open it and place it on the mottled and thick metal wall of this ancient relic fortress.
"What do you think? My friend with the golden wing," he said softly, "do you feel it? This harmonic... He was very unhappy because he was fixed on more and more In the midst of so much pain, he didn't understand why these little things living in his body couldn't expel all the discomforts in his body for him, but just asked for them, simply and rudely asking him to avoid those nodes through repeated attempts. Fractures, mistakes and torture. He is telling that more and more, no one cares about his or other people's feelings, no one thinks about why, only ruthless and mechanical calculations and probability statistics."
"——Yes." This time Garuda was silent for a few seconds before replying to him. "——They went from one extreme to another, breaking the boundaries in confusion, and they were lost——This was something that was not expected to happen."
Fulgrim Ishtar Er sighed, "Then we really shouldn't blame them too much, right? After all, everything turned out to be unsatisfactory, and they had no one to guide them, but they still retained their loyalty even when they were lost. Besides, since I heard the Machine Soul's Groan, I really want to repair this place a little to reduce its burden. Although I think I can probably find some tools here, the shape of my hands is not suitable now... I miss the ones left on the Iron Blood so much. Replacement power hand ”
"—Yes."
"Do we have it? My friend?" His iris-colored eyes blinked in the crew cabin, and his voice sounded like it was forged at the foot of Narodania. Like the flames in the furnace.
Someone is hesitating, perhaps because of the name spoken by a voice that they thought they would never hear again.
"——Yes." Once Garuda made a decision, he quickly gave the rewritten code and location of the interface. A certain silver substance poured out of its body and passed through the interface. Inserted into the fearless body, and began to become more and more, and finally gathered in the fearless hands, began to deconstruct, assimilate and turn those ordinary plastic steel and fine gold into the same mysterious substance, and finally, driven by a firm will Next, reshape your fearless hands into a pair of dexterous palms.
Fulgrim raised his hands, which were now made of silver-white metal, and placed them in front of the sensor, looking at them over and over again.
Until Garuda sent out a questioning pulse that was mixed with impatience, arrogance and a very tiny trace of uneasiness that had been well hidden by the accumulation of time, "——Why, you don't like me doing this for you?" A gift made?"
"Oh, no, of course not, they are as sensitive as my own hands. Let's start repairing them."
Phoenix replied with a soft voice, and at the same time began to move towards the depths of the disabled dark deck.
“Thank you, my dear... friend.”
A strand of Fulgrim’s white hair floating in the amniotic fluid chamber quietly slid along the lines at the corners of his eyes. He was no longer perfect. of jaw.
They tacitly agreed not to mention certain issues or names.
They are just Fulgrim Ishtar and Garuda.
(End of this chapter)