Chapter 51 Sudden Betrayal
The nobles stared at Yarick like ferocious wolves protecting their food. "What do you know? If the war breaks into the hive city, do you know how much property we will lose? It's so much that it will scare you to death! Even if you sign a slave contract, you can't repay these losses even if you work non-stop for 10,000 years!"
The nobles seemed to have found a common topic and began to show off to Yarick that they all had those precious wealth, what kind of losses they would suffer in the battle, the price of the damage of a nail, the price of the decoration of a floor tile, they kept saying it in their mouths, and the calculations were extremely detailed and accurate. Listening to their endless chattering, Yarick felt exhausted and then turned his eyes to the two entrepreneurs in black suits.
"While fighting in the hive city, we must also meet the production of the war. The items on the production line must be uniformly allocated, and the production equipment must be transferred from now on."
The military-industrial complex entrepreneur who heard Yarick's plan took a breath and looked back at von Ozk. But their real controller was still in shock, staring at the terrifying mechanical priest in a red robe.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, an entrepreneur complained with a smile, "Political commissar, you don't know that our factories are now running at full capacity. We haven't even raised the prices of those increasingly scarce materials. We have purchased them all at the original price. We have lost 5 percentage points of profit year-on-year."
"Yes, yes, political commissar, we have fully cooperated with the empire in this war. The production of the military factory has been in deficit. We have even reduced the frequency of attending banquets to support the empire's war."
"Yes, yes." The two entrepreneurs told Yarick about their difficulties and the silent dedication of the military factory without any profit. Watching their performance, Yarick turned his head to the noisy nobles again, still talking about the compensation and loss issues that gave Yarick a headache. The only progress was to start considering how many throne coins the empire should compensate for their losses if the orcs really broke into the nest city.
"I still had a little hope for you." Yarick was so angry at the incompetence and evasion of these nobles and entrepreneurs that he just sighed silently, then raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the two entrepreneurs who were still complaining to him.
Two gunshots rang out, and two fat bodies with their stomachs pierced by explosives fell to the ground. The nobles stopped shouting, and instead, they rebuked Yarick for his audacious behavior.
Just as they were about to greet Yarick with the most un-noble etiquette words they knew, hundreds of planetary defense soldiers broke in from outside the door, and the two teams of guards protecting von Ozk fell to the ground with blood.
The laser guns were aimed at these nobles who were pampered and high-ranking in the upper class of the hive. In the fierce shooting of the laser guns, these nobles who had undergone expensive life-extending surgery had no power to resist the volley of laser guns. One by one, their limbs and flesh were shot off, and they screamed and died.
"The Golden Throne will never open its doors for you maggots!" Spitting fiercely at the corpse of a noble, Yarick approached the last living person, Von Ozk, holding a gun.
Von Ozk, who had just woken up from a dream, shrank in fear on the chair and yelled at Yarick: "You did this! Aren't you afraid of our revenge? The power of our nobles is far greater than that of you mud-legged soldiers!"
Yarrick looked at Von Ozk who was yelling at him, grinning a cruel smile, and turned on the communicator on his wrist, "Domicilon, how are you?"
A lazy and hoarse voice came from the communicator, "Ah, to be honest, these nobles are really useless. Thank you for your petrified lizards. This cooperation is quite pleasant."
"Commissar! Commissar! I killed several noble guards. Can I get a military merit for this?" The loud voice of the fire-breathing Ryder completely overwhelmed the voice of Domicilon, making Yarick want to cover his ears.
"You fool! Get out of my way! If you want to talk to your beloved political commissar, go talk to him alone!" Domicilon's scolding and beating were heard, and Spitfire Ryder walked away mumbling.
In the past few days of communication and interaction with Domicilon and Ryder, Yarrick felt that the relationship between the two was abnormal. It was not like the dangerous and serious relationship between a gang leader and his subordinates, but more casual and noisy. The relationship between the two was like that of brothers who lived together day and night, but Yarrick was not interested in these. As long as the relationship between them did not affect the subsequent defense, it would be fine. Whether they were brothers or lovers, it had nothing to do with him.
"Have you heard? After tonight, your forces will all become stories floating in the streets."
"You lunatic, you lunatic, you actually mobilized artillery and armored regiments to surround and kill nobles! You are rebelling!"
"If you nobles are delayed again, this will be a real rebellion." Looking at von Ozk with disgust, Yarick raised his gun.
"Wait! Wait! We signed the Iron Treaty with you! Remember! The Iron Treaty signed by our ancestors!" von Ozk asked for help from the tall mechanical priest behind him.
The mechanical priest looked at him for a long time, sighed, and silently moved in front of von Ozk. The weapons of the mechanical body stretched out, and the two reinforced mechanical arms that had been modified on the front held a huge gear axe, which was engraved with the half-machine and half-skull logo of the Mechanic Cult. More additional limbs behind him were equipped with Tesla coils, hot melt guns, lifting clamps, and a plasma plasma cannon.
"Mechanical Sage Chaos, do you really want to protect this noble?"
"The Iron Treaty cannot be violated." The ruthless mechanical synthesized voice made Yarrick cold all over.
Looking at the mechanical sage who had already made a fighting posture, Yarrick's face was extremely ugly. He knew very well that these stubborn gear guys only recognized agreements and treaties. If you want to impress these guys, you can only discuss it if you dig out a complete STC from the ground for them. But Yarrick has no chance of defeating this mechanical monster. Only the Emperor of God knows how many deadly weapons and devices are hidden under the red robe.
"I thought the news you told me about the Titan Legion was on our side."
"The Iron Pact cannot be violated." The ruthless mechanical synthesized voice came without any change, completely dispelling Yarrick's thoughts.
"Okay then." With a sigh, Yarrick tightly grasped the grenade launcher in his hand, drew the power sword at his waist and bravely rushed towards the mechanical sage.
"For the Emperor!" The shocking angry war cry echoed throughout the hall and could not dissipate for a long time.
What a mechanical sage might look like