Chapter 379 Mechanical Blood
At the end of the corridor, the air suddenly twisted, and a figure wearing a black robe and holding a staff and a long sword stepped out of the darkness.
Taros could not identify the inscriptions and carvings on the opponent's robe, but there was no doubt that those things were shining with spiritual light, which made the back of his eye sockets sting.
“Oh, damn!”
Talos cursed, and then several multi-syllable curses in Nastrom language popped out of his mouth.
"A subspace fucked alien wizard!"
Sirion on the side put a bolter against his face and fired, laughing as he replied.
"At least we will be killed by a guy with some skills."
But when he saw that his bullets were blocked by invisible barriers, he immediately joined Talos's curse. In chorus.
“Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Let’s retreat first!”
Talos is also a little confused now. He doesn't know if his choice is really right. Does the Nessen galaxy really have his destiny?
In other words, what is the end of this destiny?
But what must be solved now is the void shield problem, otherwise the enemy will continue to invade.
"Where's the Bishop?"
But Talos didn't know that the void shield had not actually failed, and that was not the problem.
"Analysis..."
The Technology Bishop chanted loudly.
“Analysis, analysis——”
He stared at the large number of runes and graphics flowing out of his mind, and checked them in a loop.
The connection to the engine is strong and smooth, but the amount of information transmitted is so large that there is no time to filter it. The main problem is not the failure of the void shield.
But it has continued to weaken for 3 minutes and 9 seconds, and the ship suffered an unknown level of harassment 34 minutes and 12 seconds ago. In the battle with the enemy ship, these precious seconds were enough for a large number of enemy troops to join the gang. Login.
The enemy's attempt to tear the Cursed Echo apart from the inside made Dietrich's skin tighten - if he still had skin at all.
With his subsequent efforts, the shield was restored, but the engine itself was on the verge of self-destruction, which also led to further problems: Unless he could restore stability to the engine, the next flash stop would cause The enemy ship fired another salvo.
Maybe they won't do that, after all, they still have their own troops here, but Dietrian has not degenerated into some creature that relies on assumptions and speculations to make decisions, and he is not that kind of person. A creature that thrives on chance.
He wanted to figure them out clearly, and that would suit his taste.
Based on in-depth calculations based on the existing data, if the shield does not recover quickly after the second flash stop, they will lose the entire ship.
What's worse, it will lead to a complete failure - not only the ship is destroyed, but also people are killed.
Dietrian had no desire to die, especially after investing so much time and concentration into sculpting his biological frame with mechanical perfection.
He didn’t even want to sacrifice his soul, turn it into grotesque shapes, and finally tear it into pieces for the pleasure of the devil and the mad god.
As he likes to say, this is not the best option.
"Continue to analyze...wait."
Suddenly, he caught some anomalies from the torrent of data.
It turns out that this is the problem!
The corrupted data was mixed into the engine's encryption algorithm, and after running up to a thousand times per second, it was transmitted to several external void shield projection arrays on the starboard hull.
This could be repaired, but it couldn't be done remotely. He would need to send servitors there, or go into battle himself.
Dietrian didn't sigh, he blurted his anger into a wordless mechanical code, like a hiccup in binary, and then activated his message with a patient movement.
"This is Ditmian."
A moment later, the audio network responded with an overwhelming shout and the sound of gunshots.
Dietrian almost forgot that he had just escaped from the power cabin at the stern of the ship and got into the encirclement again.
He stared at the screen for a while.
The Void Shield engine room is the largest room in the entire ship. Its walls are layered and made of sacred steel and brass, making clanking sounds under the impact of energy.
In other words, the computer room itself is an iron tower trembling in plasma. Through the open mouths and eyes of the gargoyles carved on both sides of the pillar, the operation of liquid energy can be seen from the outside. The room around him, which had only moments before been alive with the sounds of gunfire and pitch-shifted screams on the audio, was now in a beautiful silence.
The flesh, flesh and fragments of the enemy's gang members - or those who were recently gang members, lay among the blood-soaked ceramic shards on the ground, like a carpet covered with Room carpet.
Dieterian's olfactory sensor detected the smell of blood and organs in the air, which was enough to make most mortals feel sick to their stomachs, but the smell of killing had nothing to do with Dietrian.
His attacker did not come close to him.
Because, like the priority and value of many technology priests, Dietrian is also a true believer in the principle of "being prepared for danger".
Secondly, he also maintained an overloaded energy reserve at all times. The moment the void shield weakened, he knew that the Night Lords would be forced to disperse to defend every deck where an abnormality broke out, so he carried him with him Carrying its own insurance - highly modified armed servitors.
It's just a pity that after the first battle, three-quarters of the servitors did not survive.
He walked across the room, assessing the disparity of the carnage.
Those servitors still standing were mechanical creations with dull faces and lost their humanity. Their left arms were replaced by bulky weapons, and bionics occupied more than half of their bodies and almost all of their internal organs.
If you take away the emotion and certain details that require careful observation, each of them is a reliable labor.
He did not thank them or congratulate them on their victory, nor did they pay attention to it.
However, it is not easy to kill 10 Eldar warriors. Even if it requires 39 enhanced servitors and 12 advanced gun servitors, this loss will cause him inconvenience for some time in the future.
Dietrian paused for a moment as he noticed the badge on the shoulder armor of a corpse.
This is a symbol similar to a white inverted triangle.
"Record: Aeldari, Craft World, Codename: Ulthvi."
He still retains the empire's alien database, so he did not spend a lot of time identifying these dead The identity of the enemy.
"First paragraph: Complete."
Dietrian stopped and waited for the living servitors to confirm the code.
"The second paragraph begins."
Then, the servitors moved in unison and began to continue processing the program loops they had previously been included in.
A group of five or six moved through the ship, performing search and destroy procedures.
The other five or six followed Dietrian and returned to the contemplation hall.
The ship shuddered, causing one of his servitors to lose his balance and reported an error message on his chin. Dietrian chose to ignore it and connected to the audio system.
"Dietrian called Talos of the First Talon."
But there was only the sound of bolter fire in response, intermittent on the audio channel, erratic in the distance.
“He is dead.”
Hearing these three words, Dietrian hesitated.
"Requesting further confirmation."
"He's not dead."
Another voice came.
"I heard him speak. What do you want, Bishop?"
"Who am I speaking to?"
"Kalad of the Sixth Talon .”
Suddenly, the warrior's voice was cut off, and the click of a bolter continued for a moment.
“We are guarding the platform of the flight deck.”
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(End of this chapter)