Chapter 150 The Reporter and the Monk
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The edge of the Novshendak Galaxy, Mandeville Point.
A ship broke away from the subspace, entered the real universe, and immediately accelerated towards the fifth planet in the galaxy.
The painting of this ship is gold. A huge double-headed eagle statue symbolizing the empire of mankind stands at the bow of the ship. Skull symbols symbolizing the uncontaminated genes of mankind are embedded on both sides of the ship. .
It was affiliated with the Imperial War Council, the highest authority in the empire during the Great Crusade.
The Lords of Mankind's fleet had just departed, so the ship was able to pass directly through the fleets of the World Eaters and Iron Warriors without going through any tedious ceremonial procedures or seeking permission from any Space Marine fleet. The line of defense reaches its destination.
“There are two original bodies on Novshendak No. 5. Should we simplify the etiquette process or something.”
“If we are not busy, yes. But not now."
"But those superhuman warriors are cruel..."
"It's nothing. We are a transport ship under the War Council. Those combat freaks don't even have seats in the parliament. If you are worried about this, it is better to worry about whether everything will be smooth sailing after we leave."
"..."
Two Imperial Navy officers talking were walking in the middle corridor of the upper deck of the ship.
When they passed by a porthole and the thing standing in front of the porthole, they all looked sideways at it.
A figure over two meters tall stood in front of the porthole, his red robe covering his strangely contoured body.
Further below the hem of the robe, which is shaped like a gear groove, are multi-legged limbs similar to those of arthropods, except that these limbs are not made of carapace, but metal.
There is a pattern sewn on the red robe: a skull, half of which is a normal skull, and half of which is a mechanical skull, and this skull symbol is surrounded by gears.
All these characteristics mean that he belongs to a unique organization or camp - the Mechanicus.
Wherever such a weird being goes, he will be the focus of everyone's attention and discussion, but in this corridor, people coming and going just take a look at the weird person and then leave in a hurry.
Mechanicum.
They are allies of the Empire, not subordinates.
His Majesty the Emperor of the Human Empire did not conquer Mars, the birthplace of the Mechanicum, but he went to Mars and signed the Olympian Agreement with Mars.
There is a complicated hierarchy within the Mechanicus, with its own promotion system, so few people can identify their status from their ornaments.
People generally refer to them as monks.
“Weirdos. They are all weirdos.”
"Shut up, he doesn't have to stand trial even if he kills you."
The two officers walked more than two hundred meters before whispering.
But their words were still heard and recorded by the radio device embedded in the skull of the Mechanicum man.
The monk standing by the porthole lowered his head and looked down.
His face, which has no trace of flesh and blood left, and the electronic eyes without any readable information, make it impossible for others to analyze the monk's mentality at this time.
Zizi——
The officer who called the monk a weirdo suddenly heard noise coming from the communicator, followed by a standardized and formatted binary expression. Finally, this expression, which was as cold as mechanical noise, was translated into cold Discourse.
"My name is Quadrant, not Weird."
The two officers looked back at the monk and bowed in unison: "Brother Quadrant."
See each other Not meaning to cause trouble, the officers left quickly.
The monk named Quadrant withdrew his gaze.
Under his loose red robe, an appendage that looked like a claw was stretched out in front of him holding a box-like device.
Only the monk's brain can be linked to the box and allow it to function as a record and store.
[Unit: Quadrant 9217]
[Perform mission: record information of the Twelfth Legion of the Empire (battle, decision-making, voyage log)]
[Mission status: About to arrive at planet No. 5 of the galaxy No. 902 (Note: Novshendak No. 5)]
[Record content (simulating the recording style of the official empire chronicler): The distance I was studied by my mentor Seven years have passed since the sequence was deleted. I was ordered to go to the galaxy No. 3245 to perform an investigation mission, and to accompany the chronicler Rania who was about to go to the 12th Legion. When he died, I was ordered to take over the responsibilities of that narrator and go to the Twelve Legions to serve as the narrator. 】
【Such a ridiculous order makes me wonder if the mentor just wants to banish me. 】
At this point in the recording, Quadrant paused for a moment and deleted the previous sentence.
【I am about to arrive at the Twelve Legions and execute the recorded orders. 】
[For the Ohm Messiah, for the God of All Machines, I will complete this task that should not have been performed by me. 】
Quadrant saved and copied this log, and the implant in his brain extracted and temporarily stored the information into a memory device located under the back of the brain.
The monk took out another recording device, pasted the contents of the log temporarily stored in the memory device, and then added a paragraph below.
【Also for the respectable narrator. 】
The contents of the two recording devices are roughly the same. There are only subtle differences, which are just an extra sentence.
But the device Quadrant now has in his hands is his personal recording device.
After recording, Quadrant sends the private recording device to the heart.
On the metal body, the place where the heart was originally placed gradually shrank and opened, revealing a small compartment.
Quadrant put the personal recording device into the compartment and waited silently.
……
"So, you are the one who is rumored to come to the Twelve Legions to be the narrator?"
"Relying on...the mechanical monk to be the narrator? Is that correct? Angron, do you dare to think about it? A mechanical monk is here to be a reporter instead of an engineer or equipment maintainer."
At the landing point, Qin Xia looked at the guy in front of him who could not accurately describe his appearance in words.
Angron stood beside Qin Xia, as surprised as Qin Xia.
In their imaginations, the narrator should be a gentle Terran scholar, or a bureaucrat trained by an imperial training institution on a certain planet.
Even Qin Xia did not expect that the person who came to take on the role of narrator in the legion would actually be a monk from the Cult Mechanicus.
The monk named Quadrant remained silent and performed the gear salute.
The Gear Salute is a salute gesture just like the Eagle Salute used by the people and bureaucrats of the empire. "You, like your colleagues, don't even want to say more. Can you be a good narrator?" Qin Xia looked at the quadrant.
A mechanical monk came to the Legion to work as a reporter.
Thinking about this, Qin Xia felt baffled. He even wondered if the guy in front of him had gotten into trouble with the Mechanicus and came here to seek refuge.
Quadrant remained silent, just maintaining a saluting posture.
Qin Xia gently nudged Angron's arm with her elbow, and whispered: "The people of the Mechanicus are like this. They are no different from living machines. Even you are very bad. Deal with it, because the other party has no emotions at all."
Hearing this, Angron also remained silent, just staring at the mechanical monk named Quadrant in front of him.
The Primarch is using his natural abilities to sense the Quadrant.
What he perceived was different from what Qin Xia said. The guy in front of him who felt like a machine was not without emotions. On the contrary, he was very full of emotions.
It was just suppressed and tried hard to hide.
Angron didn’t know if the emotions of everyone in the Adeptus Mechanicus were hidden like the person in front of him, or if the person in front of him was special.
These are not too important, the key is that Angron himself also wants to have a narrator.
The Twelve Legion needs some writing skills.
"Can I stay?" Quadrant sent out binary numbers, and the binary numbers were converted into language. This process without delay was really like what he said himself.
Angron looked at Qin Xia.
Qin Xia shrugged.
Qin Xia never pays attention to personnel matters.
"You can stay." Angron said, "Do you have something like a camera? I want to take some pictures."
The quadrant was silent. At the eye position of the mechanical head without a trace of flesh and blood under the hood, the electronic eye on the right side extends outward layer by layer, becoming like a camera lens.
"Damn." Angron looked surprised, "What kind of organization is your Mechanicus? How could you be transformed into this?"
Quadrant remained silent.
Angron turned around helplessly and motioned for Quadrant to follow him.
The three of them turned around and walked away from the landing point.
The 62,000 legion soldiers who were preparing to board the ship and leave Novshendak No. 5 gathered here and lined up in order.
Angron touched his head and realized that he knew everything about photography.
He pulled out a huge stone from the ground, carried it to Qin Xia, and then asked Qin Xia to sit on it.
After Qin Xia sat on it, Angron came to the right side of the giant stone and Qin Xia, put his arm around his shoulders, and gave a thumbs up to the camera.
Kiel, who was preparing to arrange for the legion to board the ship, looked at the two of them.
"3, 2, 1." The quadrant begins to count down.
But before the count reached zero, Angron suddenly raised his hand and interrupted: "Wait, change positions."
"It's just a photo, hurry up and take it."< br>
“This is the first victory of the Twelve Legions after my return. There is no room for carelessness.”
Angron and Qin Xia changed positions, still maintaining their previous postures.
Behind them and above was the extremely dazzling sun in the Novshendak galaxy.
Behind and below them was the astonishingly magnificent defense line built by Perturabo in the distance.
Quadrant took the photo in silence, and the electronic eye projected a holographic image, allowing Angron to see the effect clearly.
"Perfect!" Angron clapped his hands and turned to look at his heirs, "Kiel, Kahn, Mago...all of your company commanders come here together with the legion commander."
Kahn has already walked over.
The company commanders who had not been able to go to Nuceria to welcome the return of the original body, and who had waited until the original body arrived on Novshendak No. 5 to see the original body for the first time, looked at each other in confusion.
The scene in front of me is a bit warm, like the way a family gets along.
This is not in line with the style of the Twelve Legions.
"This is an order." Kil said coldly.
The company commanders were in a daze for a moment and hurried forward.
Angron's long arms hugged Kil and Karn, and the other company commanders stood in front of the Gene Father.
It can be seen that they are not good at taking pictures, so none of them even took off their helmets, giving people the feeling of queuing up to land in an airdrop pod.
Quadrant took photos.
Angron looked at the finished film again, and then arranged for other people to take photos.
Each company took turns to gather together and take photos with the Gene Father.
Those who distinguished themselves in this war were photographed alone with the Primarch.
In the end, everyone took photos, and the Space Marines who had been torn apart by the "Special Photo Operation" of the Gene Father gathered together again and formed an array as rigorous as before.
"Garland." Angron called the pharmacist's name with a smile, "My brothers and sisters, can they come down and take pictures?"
Pharmacist Garland saluted: "I'm sorry. , Father. They are in the preparation stage for the transformation surgery. They are all immersed in the cabin and cannot move freely for the time being. "It's a pity." Angron was a little disappointed.
"Technical means can be used to synthesize photos of you and those who are not present." Cold words came from a certain sound transmission organ in the quadrant.
"Is there such a way? Is it really possible?" Angron suddenly became interested.
While preparing to discuss the possibility of combining photos with the original body in the quadrant, Qin Xia patted Angron on the back and motioned for him to look in the direction he pointed out.
Angron looked over.
At this time, a primarch was passing in front of Angron.
Perturabo held his head high and led Dantioch northward without even looking at Angron.
Angron glanced along the direction Perturabo was heading. He didn't know there was anything in that direction worthy of Perturabo walking over to check.
(End of this chapter)