Chapter 289 Scream, you scream
When Dietrian’s metal shoulder covered with a rust-red robe was tapped, the mechanical bishop was cursing the location of the Echo’s void generator set. In the hall, everyone is focused on checking the damage to the void shield power supply.
"Damage data being analyzed," he said loudly, "Under analysis - interference prohibited - warning, interference detected. Warning. Warning. Level Alpha+. Extreme hazard distance."
< br>Although the warning was triggered immediately. However, the huge amount of analytical information flowing through the several processing centers of this mechanical priest, who may have only a small part of his body retaining biomass, allowed him to maintain a stiff movement for a few seconds before he was able to shift his consciousness from this. The ship's vast, traumatized, bleeding depths of data's stream of consciousness are separated and re-projected into the reality around them.
"What's going on?!" Dietrian said loudly, and at the same time he was annoyed that no one was approaching him among the fifty-one heavy-armed servitor guards and a smaller number of armed drones he carried. to play any due blocking and protective role - this is tantamount to destroying itself on this void ship that suffered a sudden attack forty minutes ago and whose void shield was disabled for three minutes and nine seconds. The memory unit storage crystal was placed on Ursus' tongue and asked not to bite it into pieces.
In the short period of time before he turned around and focused the green multiple lenses on the target, so many almost human emotions had flowed through the mechanical bishop's thinking circuit that Dietrian almost thought that those being His servitors, who had meticulously and religiously lobotomized their brains, replaced their bionic parts, and turned their limbs into powerful weapons, were feeding into his control chips what they could not possibly interpret as fear and fear. The emotion of awe.
These physical bodies that were originally human beings have become perfect mechanical products that he carefully crafted and cared for. They are the crystallization of his hard work of experience and wisdom, but they do not produce emotions and are absolutely inhuman.
In addition, there is also a line of code from the Mechanic Priest flowing in the parallel circuit that is very close to the code described by Chao: He has detected a problem with the void shield, which is the line damage caused by the attack on the outer hull, but the one originally placed nearby The servitor cannot repair such a large damage on his own. He must go there in person, bringing his own technical assistants and escorts - he must also apply to Lord Talos for a group of Astartes as escorts to ensure the normal progress of the repair work. .
While thinking in multiple threads at the same time, the mechanical bishop's multiple emerald eyepieces reflected a creature that could never appear like this at this moment, in this place.
Several circuit nodes on the thinking chip embedded in the biological brain of Dietrian's Mechanical Bishop briefly exploded with small mini sparks.
Damn it, he thought. I'm short circuited.
"Ah." Someone made an annoyed voice. "How could this happen? I just patted him."
The last message received by the sound receiver of Dietrian, who then crashed before restarting, was that bolter bullets violently shattered the hall door. The movement of the bolt.
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“Fortunately Bishop Dietrian just shut down.”
Crouching in the shadow of the pipe on the ceiling, using the darkness in the room and Dietrian's densely packed armed servitors to attract attention, this exquisite but unwatched dance like a silent pas de deux ended in about forty seconds. During the battle, Lamizane, one by one, began to stack up this group of Origin Chapter Astartes, who were obviously coming to destroy the main power generation unit, and stuffed them into the equipment and tool room nearby and locked them.
(*Just leave them where they are, why push them in? - But the human wall you built is very beautiful, I like it very much, it reminds me of the sons of Leon who stayed in my castle in the past They.)
“Because,” Lamizane raised his finger and pointed at the heavy-armed servitors and servitors in the hall who were wearing loose faces and staring blankly at the sudden intrusion of the pale giant. Drones. "You just saw it, right? Originally, they were going to complete the annihilation of these Astartes at a five-to-one exchange ratio. And I don't want anything to go wrong before I finish talking to Dietrian."
(*Of course I saw it, there is no problem with it, the fate of these intruders should be like this, an unknown and meaningless death count. In addition, I really like the soft and thick carpet composed of flesh and blood and scarlet ceramic steel just now , I want that.)
"Dismissed." (*Why! How vivid! How beautiful! The bronze accents make it a work of art!)
"Your hygiene... you really should be taught some serious lessons. The future in the galaxy is not the only one you see. There is much more beyond that than the future itself. Learn, keep learning and Thinking will allow you to acquire powerful weapons and defenses to arm your mind, instead of being passively accepted by your guys who can do nothing but pamper me and them to become more wanton and bizarre. But it’s different, you little piggy, you can’t control me, and you can’t threaten me, so I won’t tolerate any stinky little piggy that has a bad temper and lacks discipline!”
< br>(*Who allows you to use such words to describe the midnight ghost of Nostramo! I am punishment! I am judgment! I am the incarnation of sinners’ midnight fear! I don’t need to study! I can see everything! Including the throne made of lies and the empire of corpses! Why are you unwilling to humbly accept what you see!)
"Haha. Scream, you scream, the more you scream, the more angry you become. , it means that you are more at your wits end at this time, and you even start to know how to use long sentences, compound sentences and strategic expressions when speaking. Why, suddenly you remember that you can actually learn to have a normal conversation with others? ”
(*...You...you are completely biased! You are not a fair person at all! What a hopelessly bad double standard! You clearly didn't act like this when facing Perturabo!) < br>
A rather pleasant smile appeared on the face of the person who heard this.
"Yes. I am partial to Perturabo. I am not a just sage, never have been. Why, did you ever expect me to be a perfect, just, and flawless moral incarnation. Have you ever had such precious and noble expectations for a human being?"
(*...! (Some sudden choking emotion and silence))
Lami Zane? Walk towards the Mechanic Bishop who is starting to reboot.
“This is a very vivid lesson. Remember: because we are human beings, we are prone to partiality. Partiality is not terrible, nor is it a moral flaw. What is terrible is that we do not know that we are partial and think that we are partial. Impartiality”
The bishop's optical focusing lens began to click, and the first exclamation came from the mechanical loudspeaker.
"The glory of the Ohm Messiah! Lord of the Night! It is really you!"
The Pale Giant stopped in his tracks.
"I'm glad you recognized me, Bishop. But first."
Then his eyes turned to the almost perfect mechanical body of Dietrian, who was nearly ten feet tall.
A chill passed through Dietrich that made his sensor probes stand on end.
"You...?"
(End of this chapter)