Chapter 136: My Body Is Made of Refined Iron, and My Heart Is Protected by My Second Brother

Chapter 136: Forged his body with refined iron, and asked Brother Mao to protect his heart...

Compared with the damn breath and those messy things in the clan forging world, Alan Bayer was more fond of the cold and terrifying void. Amidst the sound of sizzling pistons and gears, the completely sealed air valve opened, and it lasted three days. Traveling at sublight speed, Alan Bair came to the Gate of Steel, next to the place where Ruming was plundered by the orcs.

"Are we out of air freshener?" That was his first sentence when he stepped into the Astra Militarum flagship, the Colony.

The sergeant next to him is returning. "No, sir, they are gone!"

Alan Bair shook his head and told the staff that I "have no sense of humor. If not, Skadi's soldiers would definitely answer more interestingly."

The staff officer coughed. "Well, that's not the mentality that a true Imperial Guard soldier should have. Commander, please don't bring in their bad habits."

The one who answered him was not Alan Bair, but Lieutenant General Makato. He still brought stormtroopers, but compared to Commander-in-Chief Qi Fan, who was often assassinated, his soldiers were very few. More like Etiquette team.

he said. "It's okay, it's okay. If those so-called unhealthy trends can make his soldiers like the Fourth Skadi Regiment, he also admits that such a trend is good."

Alan Bayer was neither humble nor arrogant, he saluted as the east class, and then answered. "No, what can shape them is war, blood-like war, and iron-like death. And I don't need to worry about his feelings. Skadi is the first and only regiment."

said the lieutenant general. "The sacrifice is worth remembering. The properties and shapes that the furnace can forge are not something that the blacksmith can control. You obviously have special skills."

As a special group, the staff does not have to salute, but it does not mean that they are not respecting their friends. The staff should not express their respect.

"Lieutenant General, a beautiful battle."

Marcato replied. "If we didn't dislike him for handing over the Iron Gate to the Orks, then he would be grateful to the Emperor for being such an old man, not to mention beautiful."

"He threw away the treasures of the Adeptus Mechanicus and left thousands of priests trapped by aliens. He sinned deeply."

Alan Bair shook his head, and then spoke to Marcato. "Only the God Emperor and several high-ranking officers know about the orcs. What sin I have is because the orcs were afraid of heresy and fled into the Iron Gate."

At this moment, the officers there were all silent. The cooperation with the Orcs was not known to everyone in the Astra Militarum, but at least the East-level officers were not aware of it at all. I want to know that in the entire Western Military Region, there were only those who were in school. Only officers can know that.

For the Mechanicus, the cooperation was strictly confidential. From this point of view, the lieutenant colonel was right, and they could even blame the Mechanicus for their "dereliction of duty."

Makato laughed. "My boy, okay, let them go to the conference room, where the Mechanic-Priest and Catachan Sergeant are waiting for me. They are asking for a plan to attack the orcs, a raid that can cure the disease."

Alan Bair changed his previous attitude, and his vision became sharp. When the matter was related to war, he would no longer be so careless. If the matter was not to deny the Emperor, humanity, and victory, then he would be duty-bound.

If he hadn't done it, mankind would have been even more miserable at the end of that dark forty millennium.

But are everyone as sober and prophetic as him? In the private room built for the Mechanicum on the battleship, the Mechanicus Priest, to be precise, he has a name derived from the deification of Ancient Terra, Icarus.

His parents were both excellent mechanical scholars. He grew up in an almost paranoid religious and academic style. His life was uneventful. He completed the mechanical transformation of half of his body in less than 30 years old and settled in as an elite among priests. Skitarii, become data craftsmen.

Until the orcs came, Catachan came, powerful things crushed their fine iron with flesh and blood, and now his life was struck like powder by One-Eye's words and actions.

Ruming's narrow room was filled with all kinds of orc strategic data, orc ecology, details of orc artifacts, and orc anatomy records under the dim promethium lamp. Unlike the curiosity of the founding governor, that guy was somewhat obsessed.

And the appearance of his mechanical legs and arms is different from that of the priests penetrated by the Mechanicus, but rather similar to the four arms of a green-skinned mechanical can, with countless killing machines connected to them, such as automatic guns or chain saw blades.

At this moment, he was chanting silently. "Stirring his mind to the point of pain, Ohm Messiah escapes his difficulties. In the midst of the theorem of chaos, the piston moves three times, his body is made of fine iron, and the big bell rings 12, praising Ohm Messiah...the big bell...the gear..."

"Ha, the big bell keeps ringing, nine tones, the piston rotates, nine easts, between truth and error, between him and power..." He stood up at this moment, and there was a green leather-style creation on the table, made of rags and scrap metal. Formed, dizzily moving forward, constantly trembling.

The wasteland-style thing was using simple fuel structures to move forward, and he laughed. "Finally, finally!"

"What a one-eyed creature, what an orc, their technology is worthless in front of the followers of the God of All Machines!" He looked at the little robot crazily. The chaotic, disgusting alien-like creation was full of abnormal temperament...

It lurched forward step by step on the table, and then dazzled with pride at the priest. "He succeeded, O Om Messiah!"

But how can the engine built by the Mechanicus run the orc-style creation normally? Soon, the thing began to fall apart. The priest immediately moved his mechanical legs and arms, and used his body to constantly and quickly began to maintain the little thing.

"No, no, no, I deny his miracle, I deny his victory, I can't!"

He was almost crazy, madly using his lifelong knowledge to maintain the "orc" creation, but in the end, what was waiting for him was collapse.

He looked at the scrap metal that was completely useless in his knowledge after continuous welding and twisting, and he couldn't even stand the welding work.

"That, no... just an alien, how..." At this moment, the orc-modified volcanic cannon flashed in his mind. The powerful force that instantly destroyed the Ark of Evil Omen that day made him linger, and he suddenly muttered obsessively. "God of All Machines, Brother Mao, Brother Gao?"

In his mind, the most favored children of the God of All Machines began to change from the sages to the greenskins. If the things they casually made could surpass the imperial iron, then did the God of All Machines give anyone a blessing...

He began to laugh crazily. "Ha, he's red, ha..."

When his mechanical throat was hoarse and the grille became turbid, it was unknown how long it had passed. His body began to consume promethium or human food, and in the messy reports in his legs, he turned to a person's case...

Written on it was his legendary life, all kinds of amazing achievements, and those files were there, and the mechanical priest had marked three points with a red pen.

Orc nemesis, used orc machines, and was called boss by orcs...

At first, his eyes fell on the title of the case.

[Personal military information of Lieutenant Colonel Alanbaier, the leader of the only regiment of Skadi, please do not spread it. 】

Ding ding ding, the door made of fine gold opened, the communication bell rang, Ikaros's movements and expressions immediately stabilized, and his madness disappeared without a trace.

"Who?"

Answered. "Second Lieutenant of the Astra Militarum, please go to the command room for a tactical discussion."

"Why not? He won't go, he has his own research needs to carry out, can't our Imperial Guard handle those alien things?"

Then the second lieutenant answered. "Then you can't miss the meeting with Lieutenant Colonel Alanbair. He is an expert on orcs and has defeated countless orc sieges in Gondvar VI."

The priest asked immediately. "Lieutenant Colonel, Alanbair? The lieutenant colonel of the Skadi's only regiment?" His digital pupils flashed a trace of greed.

The second lieutenant saw the situation change and answered immediately. "Yes, the meeting will start in half an hour, please be sure."

Ikaros said in a mechanical voice. "Of course, I'm always here, just Om Messiah..."

That was not surprising, because Ikaros was once the mechanical priest in charge of the defense organization of the Iron Gate, otherwise he would not appear in the first battle line facing the orcs, and be teased by the one-eyed man. Things like fate have a strange inevitability.

It seems that his fall was planned. Without the one-eyed man's whim, his words, and Ikaros's special status, he would not be close to Alanbair...

And the conference room half an hour later, the prayer room of the Coronni, which could accommodate 300 crew members to pray to the Emperor at a time, now those statues have been removed and connected to the star map projector and countless data and tactical reports.

The tables and chairs were prepared early, and around the star map, people expected the elite of the Imperial Guard to plan their tragic fate for the heretics in that star zone there.

Alanbair came very early tomorrow, even earlier than General Marcato, because the battleship was boring, and he couldn't go back to the Bordello to find a few sailors to play cards to kill time, so he came there early.

But he was shocked as soon as he opened the door, because a "person" had walked into the seat of the conference room. Alanbair was not sure what he was, after all, the humans he knew didn't look like that.

To describe it, it was a thinner, smaller, orc killing can, wearing a motor oiler's robe and walking in the conference room. Although he still carried a loyal skull and the gears of the Mechanicus, this was not Alanbair's first impression.

He felt that the thing in front of him was more like a green-skinned machine than a human or a member of the Mechanicus, but it was not quite the same. It made a mechanical sound, and that was the only thing that was very similar to the Mechanicus.

"Lieutenant Colonel Alanbair, he is the mechanical priest, Ikaros, who once served as the chief defense mechanism designer of the Iron Gate."

Alanbair thought for a while, why is the Imperial Guard so poor? He saw in the combat report that the oil man was dismembered by the orcs, but how could they be so poor that they used the orcs' scrap iron to cast the body of the Mechanicus?

But the well-informed Lieutenant Colonel of the Astra Militarum also answered in surprise. "Thank you, Father Ikaros, praise the Emperor."

Ikaros replied. "Praise Om Messiah."

Alanbair walked uncomfortably, and found a position farthest from him, but the priest still looked at him unconcealedly.

"I have used green machines before, haven't I, Lieutenant Colonel?"

He asked as if in a trance, and Alanbair also answered. "Yes, he has used one."

The priest asked. "What are the principles of those machines, why can they..."

Alanbair said. "There is a waaaagh stance among the orcs. That stance allows the orcs' unphysical bodies to function, that's all."

"Did he use the machine because there were still remnants of heresy in the air at that time? Those remnants of witchcraft allowed him to complete the basics of tactics. Is it true that the Emperor bless him?"

But the priest said. "I'm talking nonsense. Humans can't drive that kind of scalability, and the position of the orcs is wrong because the orcs' collective needs are very strong. Without a large number of orcs, my operations would not be possible at all."

"What am I hiding, Lieutenant Colonel?"

Alain Bair's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. He had indeed thought about being caught by the Inquisition and asking questions, but he had always regarded himself as the mainstay of the empire and believed that he could escape. Even if he pretended to be a fool, the Inquisition would not How about wronging him.

But at this moment, he really felt that the Mechanicus in front of him wanted to eat him alive and dissect him.

"What do you mean? He is very bright. The orcs are just the orcs. He just drives the alien engine by completing the tactical goals."

The priest stood up, his twisted body slowly approaching, while speaking. "It seems that there is a lot to discuss between them. He has a topic about whether orc weapons can be used by humans as the core, or even humans make orc weapons. If those cheap steel recycling technologies can be used by PDF, then a world The firepower can be increased a lot.”

Alan Bayer held the relic leg gun at his waist, calmly adjusted it to the melt mode, thinking about how to open the gourd for the suspected heretic, and then answered. "certainly."

"He is happy to discuss it, but during that time he needs to recover the lost Iron Gates of our Adeptus Mechanicus, and I'm sorry that he can't work with me to produce useful information about the Empire."

"Well, he'd be happy to let me try to capture some orcs."

The priest's mechanical legs and arms were raised. "No, his experiment must be mine. Now they can discuss a specific issue."

Icarus believed that the flesh before him could not avoid his claws, unless he became the Space Marine, the Astartes.

Alan Bair also felt that the Mechanicus had gone crazy, but he would not be defeated, so he begged the Mechanicus to get closer a few meters. His melt range would have reached the standard, and he could kill the anthropomorphic person with just one shot.

In this state, the situation was tense. When the Mechanicus Ma Zaiqiu stepped into the range of Alan Bair, and the Mechanicus Cult Ma Zaiqiu jumped up to attack, the door of the conference room suddenly opened, and General Makato with the Stormtroopers came over. The men and horses were putting away their weapons, but it was tacitly understood that they did not expose the wrong side, because the two people were not clean in using heretical items.

General Makato said as he saw the two people walking so close to each other. "He is very happy to see that our relationship is so good. The meeting will start in a few minutes. He hopes that we can be separated as much as possible. After all, the priest wants to provide them with a feasible reference for the attack plan. He hopes that I can be close to him. A little closer."

Icarus answered. "certainly."

Marcato continued. "Lieutenant Colonel, please be prepared to pick up those guys from the east who are veterans and have no experience with the Imperial Navy. Don't embarrass the Imperial Guard."

Alan Bair glanced at the Mechanicus. "certainly…"