Chapter 429 Beauty, Perfection and Imperfection-
This mysterious mechanical priest who calls himself "Lower Deck Maintenance Priest No. 3", Vosco has always called him "No. 3".
Or, to use something more like a name: Lord Tribus.
Based on the knowledge beyond the Medusa ground that was instilled in him by the brainwashing program after he woke up from the operating room, he also instinctively knew that this word was in High Gothic. It means "triple" or "three".
Its extended meaning is more intimate, which is "clan"... So why is "three" related to clan? This is not what he knows. He is eager to know more about the outside world, but is disappointed to find that the knowledge he has been instilled does not contain these further contents about humanities.
…It’s like the people who originally created this knowledge collection thought that people who receive this knowledge should use their limited brain storage to try to receive as much machinery, war, identification of friends and foes, combat cooperation, psychological stability, and endurance of injuries. Pain is the same as knowledge about extreme survival, rather than knowledge about more... astronomy, geography or humanities and society.
Although it is very, very strange that a Medusa man would think this way, it is even more strange considering that Wasco is the genetic blood of the Bogus clan, but he is very smart.
So he realized that his thoughts were different at a very young age, and he kept his deviant thoughts that were useless for survival well hidden.
As he grew up, he "wanted to fly above the ever-dark thick clouds and leave this ever-broken continent to see the outside world and the lives of different people." Such an idea has also become one of the secret driving forces that drives Vosco to participate in the unique recruit trial on the Ouranus Rock.
... However, although he has successfully climbed onto the clouds and flew in the sea of stars, the atmosphere and fighting method of the entire battle group seem to be different from what he thought at first. But he saw that other people in the Dofolk clan were adapting well.
After all, Medusa's life on the surface is precarious, and the average lifespan is extremely low. It doesn't really matter that those who can be selected to join the battle group and become the emperor's warriors with a lifespan of (possibly) hundreds of years are earned by the blood of the selected people. Good place to complain.
Perhaps after he left the Dovek clan (if possible), he returned to the Bogus clan and served for decades in the name of Ohm Messiah and Ferrus, implanting more bionics. After using the body and replacing the chip and emotion control module of the flesh and blood brain, he will not have such random thoughts?
After all, flesh and blood are weak! (Thefleshisweak!) And Ohm Messiah Supreme!
Thinking like this, the hatch closed silently behind him.
The recruit stepped carefully into the deep darkness of the cabin. There was no light here, but his enhanced sense of smell could taste a trace of extra smell, indicating that there should be someone he wanted to meet sitting next to the simple shrine in front. people.
He wasn't sure what it smelled like, but his preloaded knowledge base told him it was "the smell of blood or iron mixed with musky rose" and "the smell of clean bath water."
Of the first three, he is only familiar with the smell of iron or blood, and has no idea what musk, rose or musk rose is. Obviously the person who compiled this knowledge base knows, but as always, it does not understand it. The meaning is deepened and only the name of the smell is explained.
But for Wasco’s fourteen years of life that have been full of success so far (he completely entered a chemical sleep state during the operation, he privately believed that this period of time cannot be counted into his age), it is only It means metallic taste, floating black oil and bitter salty taste, but it is not such a clean and moist fresh feeling.
He still remembered that when he first woke up in the operating room and drank the first pack of Space Marine supplements in his life, he was amazed by the liquid that mixed amino acids and supplements. people. It wasn't until he drank the drinking water prepared for recruits who still had physical digestive organs--rationed to wash down the thick ceramite powder porridge-that he knew what completely transparent water tasted like.
He took another step into the darkness.
The weird smell of this mixture was even stronger.
This made Wasco a little uneasy, but then there was a thick smell mixed with engine oil, promethium and the thick black deposited oil that is often found on maintenance screws and tools, mixed with the operation of the machinery. The heat rushed towards his face, making him feel relieved immediately.
Perhaps those strange smells before were just the remains of the expensive incense or candles used by Lord Tribus to worship the God of All Machines.
This is not impossible. After all, the minds of the ancient machine spirits are more difficult to understand than the others, and as time goes by, most of the machine spirits who were originally relatively easy to talk to will become more cunning. Weird and weird-tempered.
For example, a cogitator engine from his former clan only allowed the most devout believers to slap it while chanting binary prayers loudly before it would work. Another example was an ancient giant apocalypse that required a dedicated The maintainers have to knock their heads hard and loudly three times from the right direction with precise force to remove the snowflake noise and continue to display it - so much so that their maintainers have replaced their foreheads with metal for generations. Thickened and anti-shock treated.
Beautiful voices reciting binary prayers emanated from a crude electronic loudspeaker.
It is a pity that Wasco thought that if the amplifier was not so inferior, Ohm Messiah would be more happy to hear such carols.
"Come, Brother Wasco." The Mechanicus Priest lit a lamp on the table, and then lit some candles for worship. The warm-toned light source cast a warm light on his red-clad figure. On the huge body wearing a robe and a silver-gray mechanical mask, a long, long black shadow stretched out from behind. "Do you need to pray and meditate alone today, or do you want to confess to the Om Messiah? I just have some time."
"Praise the God of all opportunities! Lord Tribus, no need today Do you want to go down and do some maintenance on the equipment? --- I want to pray and meditate alone for a while to calm down.”
The priest's head moved, as if he was nodding, "My work for today is temporarily over. Then come to the front of this shrine, Brother Wasco. Today we were visited again by those... I mean, veterans of other clans... ...Exclusion?" Although his voice had a serious electronic texture, Vosko somehow heard a hint of sympathy.
"It's okay." He knelt down in front of the shrine, preparing to offer a prayer to the Om Messiah to atone for his clan's sins. With a priest of the God of All Opportunities beside him, such a familiar prayer could always Makes people feel at ease.
“I think they may just be grumpy and not good at words, and many people have their emotional suppression module turned on all the time. Maybe their same sentence can be better accepted by changing their words, so actually Just accept the content and not pay attention to the words. If I think like this, I can calm down faster."
The Iron Hand recruit heard Father Tribus speaking dryly in the shadow of the light. Laughed twice.
“Yes, the art of language is very important in communication. ... Very true, the art of language is very right to you, Wasco, the idea is very... right, and you... are really What a pity.”
"What?"
"Nothing, come on, let me pray for you."
In the following time, following the guidance, he began to gradually immerse himself in a meditative state. As he said, after the prayer ceremony, he felt that his soul was gently soothed and repaired, and the overly intense and bad emotions returned to the surface of his soul, just like burning in the deep sea. The crater of the volcano, the magma is hot, but it can be cooled by the sea water, a perfect balance.
This is the reason why he likes this priest so much, even though the Iron Shaman from his former clan or the Iron Priest of Dofok can make his mind cold and calm by guiding prayers and confession rituals. , became hard-hearted, but not like this. This actually made him feel more comfortable. This was one of the reasons why he now only chose to come to Father Tribus instead of the steel priests of Lacuan.
In the moment when Wasco finally finished today's prayers, planned to leave, and had the customary brief conversation with Tribus, he always had a wonderful feeling that this priest should be a "beauty.
Yes, "beautiful" people.
Although the Medusa where Wasko Dovko lived was filled with radiation, poisonous gas, lava and tectonic changes, and had nothing to do with "beauty" or pastoral scenery in the usual sense, if you want to use a If he uses words to describe this priest, then the word "beauty" will naturally pop up in his mind, just like the word that human beings are born with to describe this feeling. There is nothing more suitable than it, and there is nothing more than him. It’s more like a concrete representation of this word.
Perhaps it is precisely because Father Tribus is the most loyal servant of Ohm Messiah that he feels this kind of beauty of harmony in the harmony of guidance? Was this the sense of revelation given to him by the Ohm Messiah?
“What’s the matter?” Father Tribus’ low-hanging sand-red hood came with a strong electronic inquiry, “Today’s prayer is over. Brother Wasco, what else do you have? Do you want to talk to me?"
"No, Lord Tribus." The newcomer of Iron Hand saluted the other party sincerely, "Thank you for talking with me."
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In the throne room of Lacuan Conquest Fortress, the silver djinn sat on his newly made mechanical throne, with cables connecting him to this huge flying fortress. There are many of his descendants, and through constant data exchange and modification, every machine and operation here becomes more in line with his expectations.
Billions of light point calculations float every millisecond in data cables and links, but outside of office lines and lines for trusted senior military officers, two highly skilled The mechanical expert still quietly set up his own dedicated chat loop.
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Is he back?
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He came back from the lower deck and seemed to be in a better mood. I couldn't help but wonder.
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Nothing surprising, Mr. Jiujiu, maybe he just got along well with the new guy from Dofolk. After all, he concealed his identity when talking to him. According to my experience, in this case, humans are more likely to talk about topics specific to their current mood. And if the relationship between each other is just ordinary but does not reach the stage of knowing everything and talking about everything, it will lead to avoidance and silence.
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Confessing your heart to someone who conceals your identity? It's hard for me to understand. Shouldn’t we be more vigilant and suspicious of the other party’s words? In my opinion, the brainwashing process for Iron Hands recruits needs to be improved to remove more memories and emotions...
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...Maybe it's just that this recruit is special, because as far as I know As we know, the effects of brainwashing programs are actually unpredictable. The proportion of people who have completely lost their past has been floating around one-third. Your brainwashing procedures are harsh enough. I can't even imagine how you can screen out so many recruits and scouts every year with a mere planetary population of half a million for those crazy line-fillers. It's no wonder that your sons There are so many hidden in the secret cellar like squirrels spending the winter...
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Wait a minute, what did you say, five hundred thousand? Consumption? Recruit?
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What's wrong, when your biochemical chip circuit here allocates a full 10% of your computing power to your monitor like a newbie single stupid dad, it's me, I'm doing it for you Read "The Geology and History of the Steneros Galaxy (Internal Reference Edition)" dedicated to "you" by Malkan, Mr. Chirp. Although it doesn’t say this directly above, it sums up like this.
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...Ah...they actually write this thing? A massive historical epic?
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how? Isn’t it good? Although it is indeed mechanical and a bit boring...
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There is nothing wrong with it.
An emotional pulse similar to relief and "You guys are worthless writing this" was passed to Fearless Phoenix.
For a moment, due to the shared thinking link, the subtle thoughts of the original body like Ferus, who is always cold-faced, has a bad temper, and has difficulty expressing his subtle emotions with words and expressions. It was successfully delivered to Fulgrim Ishtar.
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...It turns out that what they did is a bit like the way Robert Guilliman's descendants record people, so I'm actually quite happy...? Gorgon...
An emotional pulse of fierce rebuttal (but to the extent that Iron Hand himself could be considered at a loss) was fired again.
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Oh, old friend, why are you so worried? Although I am not Fulgrim here, I completely understand why you care so much.
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Really? No, actually I don't.
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I hate to mention that being in my world, but Robert Guilliman in this universe is exactly the kind of warrior king you want to be in your heart of hearts, right? There are things that I can't stand, but I can control myself according to the actual situation. I won't be carried away by a momentary emotional out-of-control. I can make precise calculations when I need to be cold. At the same time, I don't fear people, but only generate admiration. ——A leader who is as noble and elegant as the template in ancient heroic legends.
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I don't.
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Really? Are you still denying yourself on this matter? After betrayal, death and so much more. Gorgon. Listen. You are one of the best of all Primarchs, even if you will admit that you "envy" others.
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What's wrong? That's it. That's what humans are like, Gorgon.
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…I gotta say, it’s probably because you always look at me with a bias, bro.
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So what? If you were to ask this young man, I'm sure he would tell you the same thing, even though he was yelling at you to shut up like a grump when you argued with him earlier.
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I doubt it.
Garuda seemed greatly relieved that the topic could be changed.
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I very much suspect that the psychological pollution and trauma caused by Fabius Bayer may not be recovered for the rest of his life.
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Then if you think so, why didn't you kill him from the beginning? There is a sufficient window of opportunity available to you even before this time. Rather than like now.
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Even though the body is made of steel, the softness in the heart is still there. Gorgon, we are each other's mirror, the Third Legion and the Tenth Legion, you and me. You know what I mean.
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The human body is born with all kinds of differences and flaws, and the Primarch is already a perfect example among humans. You and I are not imperfect, Gorgon, you only have to be perfect in one person's eyes to be perfect enough.
(End of this chapter)