Chapter 825 Agrapilina

Agrippina forges the world.

The geomagnetic signal towers at the two poles of the planet were activated with the blessing of the mechanical priests. The top of the tower was a huge bell engraved with sacred gear symbols. As the device pulled the geomagnetic field of the planet, it drove the equally huge bell hammer that matched the bell.

Ring the bell once! Push the lever to start the piston and pump!

Ring the bell twice! Press the button to start the engine, ignite the turbine, and inject life!

Ring the bell three times! Sing in unison to praise the God of All Machines!

The three bell sounds spread from the two poles and swept across the world. This impact caused the toxic atmosphere covering the surface of the planet to gather around the equator, and it almost broke out of the atmosphere in the collision and compression. After the impact, the air mass that was forcibly squeezed together dispersed violently again, and every inch of the earth was blown violently.

Eighty million industrial slaves living in the sealed hive city bowed their heads for this great moment. Their hands and feet were still moving. The Mechanic Priests shuttled among them, roaring with deafening voices with their mechanically modified throats to remind them not to let the power of the God of Machines delay their work.

"The God of Machines does not like laziness! The God of Machines does not like slowness! Keep working! Keep praising!"

When the Mechanic Priests who were supervising went to the next area to check, some people carefully asked others what the three muffled bells meant.

"The holy relics of the God of Machines have been brought back." The oldest of the industrial slaves answered their questions, "This is the bell to welcome them. It has nothing to do with us. Keep working."

As he said, a huge mechanical ark was indeed parked outside the planet. This mechanical ark, named Eternal Exploration, was led by the forging general Rom.

Rom, like other high-ranking members of the Mechanicus, had undergone a lot of mechanical transformation. The robe, which was mainly gray and supplemented with red, covered his huge inhuman body. Only a small part of his face was not covered by the dark and complex machinery, but the overly pale and stiff face undoubtedly made the great sage look a little more terrifying.

The sharp-edged cables and wires of various colors passed through his robe and pierced into his body through the plugs embedded in his body. With this design, he can perfectly control the mechanical limbs installed on his back that look like clusters of branches.

Rom's rows of electronic eyes stared at the temporarily clear Agrapilina Forge World. From the perspective of ordinary people, this is not a beautiful planet. The gray-blue surface of the planet is full of holes. These are all traces left by the invasion of chaos.

The gray and poisonous atmosphere once again blocked the sky of Agrapilina, and Rom's electronic eyes could not see the true appearance of this world.

The huge red dot that can be observed from the universe marked the landing area. The Eternal Exploration Mechanical Ark released a transport plane carrying the Great Sage Rom and the Guardian Corps to the surface of the planet.

The free particles in the atmosphere rubbed and collided, occasionally igniting the chemicals spewed out of the chimney. The colorful lightning and flames hit the surface of the transport plane, leaving their own traces.

Passing through the atmosphere, approaching the dead earth. Trenches more than 100 meters deep are spread all over the surface of the planet. Millions of trenches crisscross, and the walls are straight and smooth. There are no bunkers inside. They are both the transportation lines connecting various nests and the graves of the enemies.

At the intersection of trenches, a gun fortress was pulled up. The light that is invisible to the naked eye is the eyes of the fortress machine soul. They are always on alert with the blessing of energy. When an enemy invades the planet, these turrets are the first line of defense.

Rom saw that the troops of the Lord of Casting, Orik, had formed a square formation in a landing area connected to more than 20 trench entrances and were ready to welcome them. Rom was a little disappointed by the guard of honor composed of only tens of thousands of Orik's subordinates. He was not sad about the stinginess of the pomp. What really saddened him was that after he had been away from the Forge World for so long, the Mechanicus leaders who ruled this world were still on guard against each other because of different ideologies.

"Nothing has changed in Agpilina." Rom muttered to himself, his harsh voice like metal pieces rubbing together. "But this won't last long."

The huge vehicles loaded with Skitarii and recycled technological relics drove along the straight gullies. Every few hundred meters, you can see several gullies closing together, forcing anything to squeeze into these narrow, unprotected passages to face the guns and cannons on the city walls.

Entering the hive, the factory area divided by factions immediately aroused Rom's disgust. The decorations of the Martian and the local, the radical and the conservative, the forging and the reductionist grew wantonly under the giant gear-shaped dome symbolizing the God of All Machines, and they all showed their infinite enthusiasm for the power of the God of All Machines in their own way.

They all thought that they were right and the other was wrong. Even if it meant death, they would never give in to each other. But if the other side really died, they would definitely go crazy and grab all the other side's technological heritage.

There is a special weapon testing site near the huge factory, but the names of these areas are just to cover up.

Even through the shield and thick metal walls, Rom can still hear the unique sound of plasma and laser bombarding metal armor and flesh.

"Another conflict?" Rom asked the holographic projection of the Lord of Forging Orik angrily, "Why didn't the Great Sage who supervised the construction stop it?"

"He is studying the Black Stone Stabilizing Anchor and has no intention of distracting his attention on this kind of thing. What's more, the battle between the sages of the Bionic School and the sages of the Reduction School does not violate the requirements of the All-Machine God's Code."

Rom did not open his mouth to refute. As a member of the Sacred Ceremony Court, he certainly knew the Book of All-Machine God mentioned by Orik.

Everyone in the empire knows that the Forge World is the place where sacred technological artifacts are produced, but few people understand the principles of the Forge World's operation.

The Archmagos of Forge are naturally the true rulers of the Forge Worlds. They have complete political, secular, and religious power within their own realm. They only swear allegiance in name to Mars and the Emperor.

The organization under the Supervisor of the Great Sage is the Holy Ceremony. Each member of its organization is an oligarch and sub-ruler of the Forge World fief or the Forge Temple. They are also the senior priests of the Mechanicus. The entire organization Governing the lives of the Forge World through a complex network of alliances, preferences, technological arcana specialties, and religious hierarchies.

The resources invested in the forging world are huge, and just for agricultural resources, Agpilina has three agricultural worlds to provide it with supplies.

But as the main source of weapons supply in the Cadia sector, the output of the Forge World is equally terrifying.

(A brief overview of the political system of the Mechanicus is: the feudal clergy oligarchic ruling group.)