Chapter 47 The promise has arrived
"Priest Loken?"
Soshiyang looked closely and found that he was actually the technical priest of the orbital station. The other party was obviously intimidated by the cruel battlefield. , especially after seeing the dead Space Marines on the ground.
The official empire has always promoted that the Astartes are immortal angels. Loken has also accepted this kind of propaganda since he was a child, so when he saw the tragic situation of these angels bleeding on the ground, he was deeply affected. The impact can be imagined.
Other warriors also noticed the sudden appearance of the Mechanicus priest, but they did not pay too much attention because they were busy dealing with the wounded and recovering the equipment of the dead.
"Priest Loken?"
Seeing the other party standing there blankly, Soshyan called out again, this time louder than before, and the other party immediately came back to his senses.
"Hug, sorry!"
Loken bent down and said in a sincere tone:
"Is there anything I can do to help you?"
Soshiyang looked at him doubtfully. It was obviously the other party who appeared on his own initiative, but it seemed as if he had summoned him.
"I need your help, the supplies and equipment that our battle group originally ordered."
"Oh, this way! This way!"
Loken He nodded quickly, and then led Soshiyang to the centralized warehouse not far from the star port. This is the main place for storing materials in the orbital station. It is made of solid fine gold. Without Loken's authority, even if he uses the battleship's main gun The blast may not be able to blast away.
“It’s...here!”
There were five warehouses in total, and the technical priest stopped when he reached the third door.
Then he opened the console on the side, inserted the mechanical appendage into it, and entered his security code and biometric code.
After the input was completed, the ten-meter-high and five-meter-thick fine gold door slowly opened with a harsh friction sound, just like the door of a giant god in mythology.
As the gate slid to both sides of the track, a massive amount of steam poured out from the gap and submerged the bodies of Soshyan and Loken.
“It’s right inside.”
Loken coughed twice, shook his red robe, and stepped forward, with Soshyan following closely behind.
As soon as they entered the warehouse, all the lighting equipment turned on immediately. It uses independent power supply and is therefore not affected by the central power system.
Soshiyang was immediately shocked by the scene inside.
This is a space the same size as the Starfire hangar. The first thing that catches the eye is the densely arranged monomolecular chain swords, power swords, power axes, and jumping shields on the hanging display racks on both sides of the wall. Waiting for melee equipment, there are hundreds of them at a glance.
In the middle of the wall are giant containers stacked up, each one as tall as a Leman Russ tank.
Soshyan walked up to a container, and Loken immediately opened the door. However, because he was not strong enough, he was already struggling to open the door lock.
The space warrior beside him didn't say much, and directly stretched out his hand to gently open the door.
The small lighting equipment inside also lights up in an instant.
What comes into view are neatly arranged bolt rifles, bolt pistols, and heavy bolt guns hanging on the bulkhead of the container, with sealed ammunition boxes below.
Soshyan used a dagger to open an ammunition box. Inside were stacked explosive bombs. The brass-colored bullet cases still smelled of grease. Apparently they had just been produced not long ago.
Not only that, the entire warehouse is filled with the smell of incense and holy oil. It doesn't seem like a place that has been closed and no one cares about it.
"I will check these equipment regularly."
Loken told the truth.
“Make sure they are ready for use at any time.”
Soshyan took off his helmet, nodded towards the other party, and said gently:
"You work hard, Priest Loken."
"It's just a small thing, it's just a small thing. My mentor often says that you must strive for excellence and don't be too troublesome."
"Your mentor..."
Soshiyan recalled the name that Brother Said mentioned to himself.
"...Is it Master Espied?"
What he was talking about was none other than the master of the furnace of Ma'kande No. 2, Bishop Espied. "Yes."
Loken nodded with an unnatural expression, which was immediately caught by Soshyan.
“What happened?”
“The mentor...has returned to the embrace of Omnisiah.”
"That's right."
Soshiyang nodded thoughtfully. He also knew that there was no harmony within the Mechanicus. Although they always emphasized that they were machines, the desires and shortcomings of mortals were in their hands. It doesn't disappear from the body, sometimes it becomes more intense.
Jealousy and hatred have never really disappeared in their cold mechanical logic, which is indeed ironic sometimes when you think about it.
But Soshyan could only ask. Outsiders could never interfere with the internal affairs of the Mechanicus, not to mention that they were just a war group on the verge of destruction.
This time the Chaos Space Marines almost succeeded because they used tricks to exploit a small loophole. Otherwise, even a complete Chaos warband would not be easy to attack a forge world.
"It's such a pity. I originally wanted to thank him for his long-term support to our battle group."
"That..."
Loken hesitated for a while, and then whispered:
"The mentor did not die naturally..."
Soshiyang turned his head and looked at the young face under the opponent's cloak. As a mechanical cultist, the "flesh" on Loken's body was indeed A little too much, there are almost no traces of transformation on his face, he looks more like a state priest.
Being stared at by Soshyan was also a bit hairy. Loken shook his shoulders and took a step back.
"Sir, I, I have no other meaning."
"Since you are Master Espied's disciple, then I will tell you the truth."
Soshiyang sighed and said in a deep voice:
“The reason why we came to pick up the goods ourselves this time is because our regiment has just experienced a tragic battle. From the previous chapter commander on down, the entire regiment has 771 All the battle monks were killed, and there were only more than thirty new recruits left. I had only taken over the chapter for a standard Terran week.”
"Uh..."
Loken was dumbfounded, and his three views were shattered. In his opinion, the battle that broke out among the more than twenty space warriors on the orbital station was already at the level of gods.
What kind of horror would it look like in a war where more than 700 Space Marines could be killed in one battle?
The Omnisiah's hymn floated in his mind, and he could even see his mentor's face full of wrinkles and mechanical attachments smiling at him...
"... …Our monastery fortress was handed over to other chapters and now can only use a strike cruiser as a base. This batch of supplies is very important to us and can only be collected in person.”
After Soshyan finished speaking, he found that the other party seemed to be sleepwalking, and then touched his shoulder with his hand.
"Priest Loken?"
"Did you not wash...ah! Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't ask, shouldn't ask."
Loken After being startled, he quickly nodded and bowed towards Soshyan, making the Space Marine frown for a while.
Most of the mechanical cultists he met were very rigid, just like real machines, but also very rigorous.
But the Mechanicus priest in front of him seemed a little out of line. If he hadn't been able to open the warehouse, Soshyan even doubted whether it was a guard pretending to be one.
"I almost forgot about business, here is the list of supplies."
After Loken woke up, he fumbled around for a while, and finally found a data tablet and handed it to Soshyan.
“Fifty-six chainswords, eighty power swords, twenty power axes, four pairs of power fists, one hundred and twenty jump shields, and one hundred and forty bolters , two hundred and sixty bolt pistols, thirty heavy bolters, ten plasma pistols, forty armor-piercing rocket launchers, armor-piercing grenades
Grenade..."
Looking at this long list of supplies, Soshyan had to praise the generosity of the former mechanical bishop. There were not only weapons, but also a large number of power armor repair parts, holy oil, spare servers, etc.
No wonder we need such a large warehouse.
After reading the list, Soshyan turned his attention to Loken.
"Our battleship will sail into the star port later. Now please arrange for a group of personnel to transfer the materials in the warehouse to the loading and unloading dock of the star port."
(End of this chapter)