Chapter 2651 Trapped in the Lonely City
“The slaves of the mechanical slave masters are charging towards death.”
Bamon, one of the three archbishops of the Black Limb Order, sat in a machine that was originally On the metal throne that only sages are qualified to sit, there are the heads of arrogant sages and their mechanical scepters. Many screens surround the throne, and huge cables are coiled around the throne like pythons. Ten loudspeakers blasted squeaky communications.
This grand hall seemed a bit messy at this time. The original huge statue of the sage had been removed, the tapestry was burned, the murals were scratched and defaced, and blood was spattered on the walls, floor, and The large table where the sages used to discuss matters - even now that table was split in two, the stench of decay filled the air.
"This is the way they fight, dull, stupid, but endless."
Although the Bishop can communicate with his subordinates through spiritual connections, Bamon trusts what he sees with his own eyes rather than what is reported below.
Generally speaking, in the early development of a Genestealer sect, there is usually only one leader who serves as the patriarch’s assistant. As the sect rises and spreads, new infection sites are developed, and the sect will respond according to different requirements. The infected people will divide into different tribes, and new bishops will be born.
The leaders who belong to different branches of the same sect often fantasize that they are competitors in the same industry, believing that the father of genes only favors one of them as a high-level prophet. They try to surpass each other through infamous subversive behavior. Of course, this is just careful A prelude to preparation, for differences and rancor among the Patriarchs were immediately put aside at the beginning of the Great Revolt, any illusion of independence was lost, and all worked together to fulfill the Patriarch's wishes.
Bamon is the bishop of the urban sect. His followers are basically from the infected mechanical city dwellers - low-level technological slaves, low-level technological apprentices, or huge giants serving the sages. A group of mortals, but their characteristics are that they are accustomed to urban life and understand technology better.
This also makes them look down upon those tribes that are mainly miners and slave laborers.
When deciding on the great uprising, Bamon was a relatively resolute opponent, because he understood better than other bishops that the mechanical slave owners also had relatively strong power and control. At this time, the religious order was simply not enough to overthrow them quickly, and once To allow them to catch their breath, the cult will have to face their fierce and continuous counterattack. Even if they can maintain a temporary stalemate for a while, the bottom layer doesn't know, and don't they, the higher-ups, know? This world is just the tiniest part of a decadent and huge slave empire. The mechanical slave masters can summon their allies in the stars, but the Order cannot summon anything. The leader also admits that the Song of Angels is still very far away from here. The distance——
But there is no way, the will of the patriarch is everything, but Bamon always has a feeling that their great and loving father seems to be afraid of
What?
Are they the metal undead from the underground?
Maybe, they are indeed terrifying, but Bamon feels that it would be even more terrifying to expose the Order to the eyes of the mechanical slave masters in advance, because this means that they can no longer hide, nor can they Gathering strength.
Watching the red-robed skitarii charging forward one after another amidst intensive firepower, with heavily armed servitors and various vehicles exploding in the traps and firepower nets deployed by the defenders, Bamon's face became even more... He looked uncertain, with the light of his soul shining in his red pupils.
At this time, the flag-protecting acolyte standing beside him looked at those pictures and let out a low laugh. The strange and grotesque mixed-race face seemed to feel joy, and the thin purple lips twisted to reveal The sharp canine teeth, its twisted claws and the third hand trembled with excitement as if inspired by its owner.
"My lord, these mechanical slaves are just bleeding in vain. No matter how many they come, they will never be able to break through our impregnable defenses."
"I also hoped so, but the reality is very complicated. "
The bishop sighed pessimistically.
"The enemy is dying, and our people are also dying. Even an exchange ratio of 10:1 is still unaffordable for us, because the factories of those mechanical slave owners can continue to manufacture their soldiers and war machines, but we cannot , We cannot accept such bloodshed, which is why we think we cannot revolt at the appropriate time, at least not yet.”
The flag-protecting acolyte’s skinny head shook, and he had been talking to the other side since he served the bishop. The emphasis on patience sounds like wisdom, a long-term plan for a chess player, but they see it as a great honor and liberation.
Seemingly aware of the acolyte’s thoughts, the bishop murmured:
“They called me a coward, but I firmly believe that it is not yet time, the angels’ singing has not yet approached, I You know, now is not the time, we must hide ourselves until that day comes. If this means sacrificing ourselves to the persecution of the slave masters, then this must be done, the Order must survive and bring the The truth is passed on to another generation."
But the situation has been formed, and Bamon shook his head to get rid of those pessimistic thoughts. Putting his hand on the metal face of a dead technical priest, holding his scepter in his other hand, he continued to stare at the battlefield situation everywhere.
"The enemy's offensive in the direction of the 11th engine assembly shop is very fierce."
As he said that, he picked up a communicator. It is very laborious to reach such a long distance by telepathic communication, so He would rather save his energy and use technology to communicate with his subordinates.
"Rogers."
"Dear Bishop, what are your instructions."
"Bring your Jackal troops to support immediately in the direction of the 11th engine assembly shop. Bring more anti-armor rockets. The enemy has a lot of armor."
"Received!"
Then He connected with another leader's communication.
"Leer."
"I am here, Bishop!"
"Take your people and go to the 19 Recycling Station area to strengthen the defense there. The enemy is very active in that area. It is likely that they will organize an attack and try to lure them to the minefield."
"Collect Come! For the Emperor of the Stars!”
“Remember, don’t attack, just stick to it!”
“Yes—”
Although the offensive pressure of the Mechanicus is very high. It is large, but Bamon can handle it with ease. After all, they are familiar with the terrain here, and as long as the Red Temple is still there, the enemy's attack direction will be restricted and their strength advantage will be compressed.
But he didn't know how long he could hold on. The reinforcements from Scorch Oven City never came, although they always said they were on the way.
The patriarch’s meaning is also very clear -
If you stick to it firmly, there will be a way!
Ah, holding on firmly is easy to say, but it is not the case in practice.
(End of this chapter)