Chapter 2083 Borrowing Weapons (Part 1)
The sages sent by Angstrom were stationed in an almost abandoned factory area. It was obvious that the red pirates did not take good care of the original facilities of the planet. , but there is no excessive damage. The top priority is to restore their production capacity, because the logistics line of the expeditionary force is shifting further away, and the troops on this planet must be "self-sufficient" as soon as possible.
Although there are strict traffic controls in the war zone, Arni's status as commander allows him to enter and leave most areas freely, so when his armored vehicle came to the factory, there were no obstacles along the way.
It is said to be a factory area, but because reconstruction requires a lot of manpower and material resources, a small city has been formed. Various shacks and dilapidated houses spread like leech outside the towering chimneys. People wearing metal collars Dirty slave laborers trudged through the narrow streets, their skins stained with oil, passing scribes, servitors, and Mechanicum priests.
Most of the slave workers here are surrendered prisoners, and what is waiting for them is to use their fragile lives to atone for the emperor's sins for the last time.
Of course, there are "ordinary people" living here, most of them are low-level technicians or affiliated personnel serving the Mechanicus, there are even small businessmen, and priests representing the state religion.
The Anglican priests in gorgeous silks walked past the stalls surrounded by slaves and servitors. They sang hymns sparsely, trying to attract the attention of the crowd. Groups of private skulls hovered overhead. Whisper wildly.
“People from the State Church are here too?”
Arni noticed the State Church team outside the car window, and Suhrab beside him nodded.
“The future development of this planet will require more people. The state religion has organized many jihadists this time, and they will be the main force in colonizing and recovering the world in the future.”
"Ha, I'm afraid the state religion just wants to get an extra piece of the big cake after the war."
Arni sneered. No one knows the quality of these state religion priests and the so-called state religion families better than him. He pretends to be a They were more simple than the others, but lived more luxuriously than the others. He knew that a "highly respected" bishop had more than thirty illegitimate children alone.
At this time, Suhrabu also laughed and said:
"By the way, Master, the Werner family is also here, and they can also contribute to this operation."
Arnie frowned when he heard the name of his future married family.
"Them? What are they doing here? They will only add chaos."
"Hey, you can't say that. What we need most for this plan is military strength. Their fanatical believers may not have enough combat power, but their number is definitely That’s enough. Master, your fiancée Danica is here too.”
Arni’s brows furrowed even more.
“What is she here for?”
“Look at you, you are her future husband, isn’t this a matter of course?”
Arni curled his lips and didn't say anything, but when he recalled the other person's face, he had some vague expectations. After all, he hadn't seen a serious woman for a long time.
The armored vehicle moved forward without slowing down. The water splashed when passing by the puddles splashed on the slave workers, but they did not even have the strength to be angry. They just glanced numbly and continued on. Walking at the urging of the whipping servitor.
Soon, they arrived outside the main door of the factory. The driver parked the car and opened the hatch. Arni and his entourage got out of the car. Each of them wore a breathing mask. The Mechanicus taught Their disregard for environmental safety is well known, and being accustomed to the clean air of their nests, they have very low resistance to most toxic gases.
There are fewer people here. The dull servitors are pacing back and forth, carrying fuel barrels on their backs, or dragging huge tool boxes with their hydraulic mechanical arms.
One or two of the servitors are equipped with bionic electronic eyes. When the light begins to dim, they stand out like shining gems.
Then, the heavy factory door opened, and Arni felt a chill as soon as he stepped through the threshold. The air-conditioning in this place surrounded him, and he subconsciously wrapped his military coat tightly.
"Commander Arni, welcome."
A male mechanical priest without much modification came over, with a servo skull floating above his shoulder. "My name is Lux-13, and I am the second-level attendant of Sage Fei Patrick."
"Hello, Father Lux-13, I have something that I need to talk to the sage."
"The sage is checking the progress in the servitor manufacturing workshop, please follow me."
Following the priest, Arni found that they needed to pass through a food processing workshop first.
If it weren’t for those termite boring machines, he really wouldn’t want to set foot in such a dirty and filthy environment. This place was so dirty that it didn’t look like a place where food could be produced. The walls and floors were covered with crusts. Covered with a thick layer of grease, the porters' eyes were dull as they packed the produced food, most of which were corpse starch and ration bars.
And these things were all transported from several noisy huge machines. Rows and rows of raw materials were put into the machines, and then made into the most boring products using technology he did not understand. Protein food is provided to the Astra Militarum.
But that’s not all.
Arni tried his best not to watch those processes, but he could still see from the corner of his eye that the servitor was throwing a lot of corpses into the meat grinder.
Those corpses were simply ordinary human corpses. Some corpses still had scars from being hit by laser guns, but most of them looked like mobs that had been wiped out.
Suddenly, Arni felt that he had stepped on something. He stopped and looked down at the black stains.
At first he thought it was just a piece of metal, but then he realized that it was a wing made of black iron, an Aquila emblem split into two, the style and size of which was the largest among the Astra Militarum. The common kind.
Because he stopped suddenly, the priest who was leading the way immediately turned his head, staring straight at him with his light green mechanical eyes.
"What's the matter, Captain Arni?"
Arni's heart was pounding, and he tried his best to resist the urge to vomit, but he restrained himself and moved his feet.
"It's okay, let's continue."
After that, they passed through the food processing plant and came to a deeper facility. The light here was very dim, with only the lighting in the eye sockets of the servo skull. The ball glowed in the darkness, flashing with despair in the cold.
This place is much cleaner than before, and military boots creak when walking on the smooth floor.
After entering here, the servo skulls also began to play binary chants in a loop.
Although Arni just felt a little harsh.
Servants are not unfamiliar to him, but he has never thought about or seen how living machines that obey instructions are created.
The overall structure of this place is very large, and the main body is still made of cut rocks. The walls and pillars are dark gray, and they are covered with climbing frost, which shows that the temperature in this place is very, very low.
“Throne!”
Suddenly, one of Arni's followers suddenly shouted and raised his head with a frightened expression.
(End of this chapter)