Chapter 293 I will witness his death
Electric sparks were struck, one after another.
The technological whiplash of chemistry and physics is ruthless and cruel.
Let the dead rise from their graves and fight for the sake of the living.
Life-sustaining nutrient-rich feed ooze is poured into the already shrunken throat, powerful chemical stimulants are combined with synaptic shocks and invasive biochemical stabilizing agents to cause some kind of unpleasant The compulsion calls began to come alive again.
Annoyingly, but predictably, he was tired and irritable at being awakened from his eternal sleep.
He was too exhausted, too tired.
He opened his withered mouth and waved his stumps desperately, but only pushed the tube open, and the cold and viscous amniotic fluid poured into his lungs, and he began to gasp and make weak sounds. scream.
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After the lever was pulled, the endless screams from the connected speakers echoed throughout the reflection hall. The sound waves mixed with the echoes of ancient war machinery stirred and collided on the surfaces of various objects. The newly arrived machine spirits from Mars and other Imperial forge worlds whispered uneasily.
"Well... although I have only witnessed the scene after a pharmacist awakened Dauntless and spent time with a few scorners, but."
Lami Zane used his now completely black eyes with almost no whites. His eyes looked at the full-metal figure wrapped in a robe - it was strange, although Dietrian was fully capable and justified in transforming himself into the portion of his colleagues left on Mars in the past hundreds or ten thousand years. The same huge, intimidating and aggressive body, but he didn't.
This mechanical priest, who is equally experienced and experienced, has replaced most of his biological organs, nerves, and flesh and blood systems with crystals, mechanical gears, and metals that are more in line with his philosophy and closer to the Ohm Messiah. Apart from the exquisite combination of pipelines and skeleton, there are no particularly eye-catching changes.
He even only changed his appearance to a larger and taller form, but did not lose the human outline - of course, additional mechanical arms and some tentacle probes are necessary and common equipment and tools - but Dietrian is still in human form, and he has not even equipped himself with too many heavy-duty offensive weapons, which makes him look like a thin and tall man when wearing a robe that reaches his feet. .
Now in front of them is a imprisoned Dreadnought. The driver's adamantine sarcophagus is particularly strong and gorgeous. It has an expensive style that is incompatible with the entire war gang and the ship. On it, someone has handcrafted a A scene of the hero defeating three captains of different legions.
The screaming sound came from the fearless sarcophagus.
"You have no problem saying so, Your Highness."
"But is this normal? He sounds like he is screaming now, and it should be in pain, very painful."
(*You can remove should, I can taste his exhaustion, despair and pain here, fermented reluctance, bitter responsibility, sweet and bitter fantasy, and sweet despair.)
< br>"That's right, Your Highness, please don't worry. This situation is actually very common in the preservation and use of such objects. In addition, according to the data and instrument calculations, the biological condition of this object is within the allowable range. , Your Highness, or as people usually say, is stable and normal.”
"What about his mental state? Is this considered normal and stable?"
(*I think it's pretty good. He used to follow the rules and was sad. Although he is suitable to be a disciplinarian, he himself is boring. And much more indifferent.)
"No one asked you. - Answer my question, Bishop."
The followers of the God of Machinery paused for a short while, thinking about how to use it. Appropriate words to express his suggestions or opinions to His Highness, until Talos, who hurried here to stay with their genetic father, finally couldn't help but growled at him.
"Lord of the Night, I never ordered you to do this, how dare you. - Look at him! Listen to his scream! Don't say you don't understand human beings Emotions, Dietrian. Lou Frix is right, you understand it even better than most people - you can even create an emotional jamming device like 'Scream' to distort his pain for you. Benefits. I never allowed you to do this to him. You forcibly retained him and then secretly relocated him into a Dreadnought behind my back! He is a glorious warrior and he should have gotten what he deserved! Rest in peace and respect!”
The soul hunter's gauntlets clenched, and his obvious hostility made Dietrian arch his back slightly, but the skull face on the prophet's helmet made him look as cold and ruthless as ever. "He is not this object. His name is Markarian. We honor him as the War Philosopher of the Legion, the true commander of the 10th Company, a great hero. He is our Company Commander Markarian, not ·This object! Let him rest in peace-"
"Okay, okay, Talos, don't worry, okay? I will take care of it for you." En subconsciously put a pale and skinny palm on the prophet's skull helmet and touched it - well, he still avoided the human material products calmly -
(*You look like You are coaxing a murderer, villain, thief and robber as if you were a child, ha, then you are waiting to hear the sharp comments from my sharp-tongued heir——)
But unexpectedly, The soul hunter's passionate roar paused, making an immediate impact, and then a grunting or similar sound came from under his skull mask. The breathing grid distorted his original timbre, making the words he spoke sound like It's a low, vague beast's guttural sound.
"But at your command. My lord." Finally, he suppressed the words and then closed his mouth tightly.
At this time, the mechanical bishop finally came up with some words that he thought were appropriate and that these powerful gods liked to hear.
“This item, I mean, War Philosopher Markarian, can still serve you and the Legion in the future, by applying forced neural whipping and correctly giving enough stimulant doses to stimulate to maintain the brain and nerves Vitality levels that allow us to control his movements properly so we can launch him into the battlefield."
"Are you talking about some euphemism for torture?"
(*These practices are commonplace in Legion's dissection rooms - Talos's words and actions sometimes remind me of Sevatar.)
"They can indeed be used in torture sometimes," Dietrian admitted, "but I can accurately-"
Lami Zane stopped his words with a gesture.
"Well...it seems there is no better way."
(*I will witness his death.)
He stepped forward - in In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the console in one hundredth of a second. Dietrian, who was the first to realize what he was going to do, let out a terrifying scream. The harshness of this scream could kill or coma a mortal instantly. But those present either didn't care or had helmets.
"No——! Please! The result of the interruption of the awakening ceremony is irreversible! This will break my oath! Please——!"
And Talos stood quietly, he The tip of his sword was lowered and pointed at the ground, his head slightly lowered as if to say goodbye.
The intricate wiring between the consoles of the Fearless and Awakening Ritual was torn off, and the crackling electric sparks were scattered like a beautiful golden bouquet.
The painful screams stopped.
For a while, there was no sound in the hall except the unacceptable murmur of the Mechanic Priest.
Wuwei stood there quietly, motionless, without any movement.
Talos' head dropped lower.
“Avedominusnox.”
(End of this chapter)