Chapter 148: Hymn of the Traitor, Strange Requiem of the Machine Soul

That world, Pan Lan, has been exploited to almost the limit by the Mechanicus. The earth, soil, minerals, and everything that can be used have all become forbidden by the Mechanicus, providing a steady stream of materials for that huge empire, but such a " The world of "dedication, dedication, and loyalty" has changed.

In Area D of the Lord's Nest City a2413 of that world, the heretical troops were stationed here like steel nails. Mortals built those defense projects. The barbed automatic cannons blessed by the gods, or logging guns, were even re-installed. Modified heavy explosive rounds.

Their tops were covered with blessed evil-colored cloths. From the sky, they looked like an ordinary deserted city, and the auspicious detection could not penetrate those divine cloths.

Compared with the chaos they had when they failed before, Ru Ming is not only orderly, but even comparable to those war groups outside the empire that are focused on order. Although that statement is a bit blasphemous, can a war group like the Space Wolves be comparable to Pi Na at this moment? None of those people respected anything from the Codex Astartes, although they didn't respect it either.

But in just one and a half years, how much effort did Wengar spend on creating such a traitor army? He may be very grateful to Alan Bair, but for those mortals, his troops would not be so easy to train.

How much pain did he suffer because of this? For that kind of resentment, he repaid Skadi by letting the fourth group of Skadi taste the food.

He is not a good person, although he already keeps his word and even tries his best to employ good people, but the personality change brought about by his proximity to the power of chaos has made him become sinister and vicious, which is almost inevitable.

And his mood began to be unstable, and his thoughts were slightly disordered. Whispers and nightmares were echoing in his ears. When the subspace jump that had to be started because of Alan Bair was forced to start, they witnessed many crazy things there. , the veterans of Claws of the Stars all have that situation more or less.

"Ha...ah! Medicine, sedatives! Give it to him!" His struggle and contradiction were highlighted at this moment. Those twisted things were neither his power nor the poison that corrupted him.

The mortal servant handed over the potion. Even though he had been "gentle" before, he lost the controller of his superhuman strength in those twisted whispers. The thick legs and arms of the red giant trembled with the power of the power armor, and the mortal's The head was crushed together with the liquid he handed over, and he swallowed it wholeheartedly. Only when his cheeks were stained with blood did Veengar realize what he had done.

He was like a crazy beast, greedy for blood and fresh meat. He retched, but the feeling came and went quickly, as if he was no longer human.

"My Lord Huron...what is he doing?" He wiped away the broken bones and rotten flesh, and watched the mortal fall straight to the ground, making the concrete streets of that world wet and bright red, and then quickly dimmed due to oxidation.

He didn't want mortals to be afraid of him, so he took out his sword, slowly cut the poor guy, then packed it in a bag and burned it with red phosphorus. On the ground, he said that his servant had poured a bottle of expensive wine and was beaten. Sent to the front line to collect troops.

After Veengar finished those things, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. His Scarlet Claw was actually so sneaky, and it was not the first time he dealt with things like this. His gene seeds began to have problems, and his will and expectations Hope is gradually distorted, and if he dies one day, his seed will inherit the curse...

He didn't care if he was a mortal, but that kind of fear was buried in his heart. Veengar didn't know what he had become, maybe he was just a monster.

Dong-dong-dong, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Weingar could tell that such a heavy sound would not disappoint an ordinary person. "Come in, brother."

The metal door was pushed open, and the thick anti-riot door looked like a toy. The Dimensional Blacksmith's unique power armor and his grilled throat represented the visitor.

Valtex said. "Killed again? Have you taken Galen's (pharmacist) medicine?"

Vengar nodded to his brother. "The effect is getting worse..." There were dried blood stains on his cheeks. Although it was completely invisible on his dark skin, it added a bit of a frightening feeling to him.

"I need help." Although Valtex was dissatisfied with many things, his overall view was still normal. In his eyes, without Veengar's command, the unit would be useless.

Weingar shook his head and said paranoidly. "The only thing that can cure him is death. Only the annihilation of the Skadi people can make his heart heal painfully. Although there will definitely be scars, as long as those mortals are alive, his blood thirst will become more and more intense." Gross and twisted.”

"Offensive, if they delay going east, the city's resources will be completely insufficient for them to complete the casting of Merovingian's machine soul engine. He has to admit that Merovingian's wisdom has surpassed him in many aspects, even You can use such a rough environment and materials to create a body that can coexist with spirituality and technology." The dimensional blacksmith praised him without hesitation, but he couldn't tell how sincere it was and how much it would make Weingar trust him. All.

People can't be so complicated. He looks down on the new recruits who joined halfway, and is also worried about the problems that will arise in the legion after his absence. He despises the existence of Merovingian, but is also greedy and recognizes its soul.

Even if Chaos traitors are not black and red, those twisted thoughts make them more complex than the Empire's troops in some aspects.

At this moment, Vengar had to think about the question, whether they could rely on their fighting brothers to take the East world and win. If Merovingian could exert 10% of his expected power, they would get a springboard to invade that star system and a ticket to invade the Gondva sub-sector.

For example, the connection between the Pangea sub-sector and the Great Vortex, that is, the road from the Extreme Star Region to the Solar Star Region, has been completely controlled by the Red Pirates. If they can use the East Gondva sub-sector as a buffer, the imperial forces in the Extreme Star Region will no longer have the power to open the road there.

That expedition determined whether the Red Pirates could control the fate of the entire Extreme Star Region in a short time, and whether they could grasp the tunes played by those absurd Chaos Gods in the dark void.

"Merovingian is not perfect, isn't it? Its exoskeleton cannot be shaped due to lack of energy, and its resonance energy is greatly weakened. Its ballad can only spread about 2 kilometers, which is too dangerous."

"Valtex Blacksmith, sometimes waiting is very important..."

Weingar commented, but it is hard to say whether he is tempted. If Merovingian can be activated as expected, the situation will definitely be reversed.

The Dimension Blacksmith spoke. "Okay, let's move. There is a camp in that city with large energy equipment to maintain the void shield. If they continue to delay, the energy supply will be insufficient, which will bring irreversible weaknesses to Merovingian's clone."

Weingar was touched. "Really? Gods, it seems that they have to go out." His tone was very lonely. Obviously, he hoped that the matter could be done steadily, but Merovingian's demand for flesh and blood and energy also exceeded his expectations.

But Vengar didn't hate those cowardly Imperial Guard officers. He wasn't a Red Angel, he wasn't a demigod. He picked up his own weapon. In addition to using that thing to solve the murder scene, he finally had a way to stop his blood thirst.

He went to war with his nightmare and his own destiny, just as he had done, said, and emphasized before. It was his free speech that made him expelled from the regiment. What did he encounter that time?

Vengar was smart and stupid. He was smart because he was a tactical genius, and stupid because he couldn't see his own destiny clearly. Pick up or put down, succeed or die, failure is matched with victory.

Someone brewed the wine, but no one could tell who drank it first and whether it was sweet.

Bombs, chainsaws, plasma, wind bombs, melta, those war weapons were picked up like treasures, and the weapons that followed the traitors across the entire galaxy had begun to spit blood and death.

Merovingian was released in the open space. He began to stretch his twisted limbs from the long jar-like pillar, twisting his mechanical limbs like a flesh pump station to drive his life. If you want to describe the posture of that thing, it would probably be...

"Gods! That's a dragon made of blood and machinery!" Mortals, they never knew that the things they served on a moonlit night were so terrible, completely machines born from war and killing, and twisted objects made of flesh and blood.

The bloody smell carried the strong smell of corruption and motor oil mixed with promethium. The slender limbs made people doubt whether it could walk eastward under normal gravity, but the powerful spirit could carry the huge body forward. The fully unfolded flesh dragon was 7-8 meters long, even taller and bigger than the Space Marines.

The place where it was crawling before had been pressed into a pit, and it can also be seen how huge the weight brought by the mass of Merovingian that can make concrete like this is.

When the hot wind of that world gradually blew over its body, distorted ballads came out of those tattered and corrupted holes, like ethereal wails, but extremely penetrating. Chaos Spirit and Merovingian's extreme understanding of the machine soul made it perfect in this aspect. It was born to be an anti-mechanical demon.

When the traitors heard that sound, they instantly felt the weight of their loyal power armor. "Brother, his armor stopped working!"

His tone was a little confused. To know, the armor made of ceramic steel can keep moving even if it is hit by a machine soul erasing bullet. Then, his best and most loyal partner in this life is now... out of order?

Confusion flashed through the minds of the demigods. For mortals, it was only a moment. They didn't even notice it, but Merovingian made a low sound of ridicule. "Space Marines, the creation of the Emperor, what kind of god, a maggot or a worm."

But a moment later, Merovingian felt the sharp pain in his outer core. The Dimension Blacksmith came over, holding the long whip that made it like a nightmare, and pressed the destruction position.

"Ahhh! His master! Spare him!"

The Dimension Blacksmith replied. "I have despised my master, and I will punish him a little."

"Now, go to the battlefield, his servant."

Mrovingian lowered his head. The arrogance and backbone before seemed to have disappeared, but the horror it brought made the Space Marines have to think about whether it was wrong for them to cooperate with such a monster...

The storm is coming, and those terrible twisted things are greedily stretching their claws towards the Empire. The desire of the Red Corsairs is getting closer and closer. Loyalty, traitor, death, victory, those tragic foundations that are always emphasized and repeated will be replayed in that dark fortieth day.

The lieutenant still hadn't grasped the core of his destiny. He had become familiar with the Crusader Army in that camp, but there were only void shields and a few hundred fairly good electric rifles, and the Sage Ruler was working diligently at his post.

As for building a good relationship, in fact, the lieutenant had a good relationship with the Sage Ruler, and those servitors were actually just his clones.

"Sage, what do you think of their situation?" The lieutenant asked the Mechanicus with interest, of course, because he didn't know the group of things that looked like machines but were actually human beings.

The Sage was neither cold nor warm, and the third leg calmly dismantled the armor left behind by the dead traitor space marines, and then sewed it into his servitor's body, sparks flying, to provide a little extra help in war.

Everything is trying to survive, to survive, and the war is no exception for the lives on the battlefield. The way to keep yourself alive is to kill the enemy, without thinking about other things.

"The survival probability is 87%, the situation is optimistic, the attack of the heretics is not a big deal, Om Messiah bless you, Lieutenant."

"Yes, they are blessed, the confinement is getting better and better, and when he finishes the war, he will apply to go to another world to serve as a PDF."

"He suddenly feels that he is not suitable for a military career, sage." The lieutenant has a psychological burden because of the previous failure. He is still fragile in this aspect. People can not overcome their mistakes without recognizing them, but need growth and time, although the world will not wait for me.

The ruling sage stopped the work in his legs. He was very optimistic about the young man, especially when he knew that the lieutenant saved his apprentice.

"I am very suitable, Lieutenant. Responsibility is my most powerful weapon and driving force, like my own unique source (source is the general term for all the sources of Mechanicus) driving me forward."

"And he is more of a scholar than a warrior. For him, the battlefield is just one of the places he needs to step on to gain power, but for me, it is probably the whole of my short life so far."

"And I told him, I want to give up my persistence? I obviously already have someone in my heart, don't think too much."

It is difficult to say how such a sage can reach such a high position, but the void is vast and there are all kinds of things.

The strange words made the lieutenant slightly happy, but at this moment, the promethium lights in the entire camp suddenly dimmed.

The sage reported. "External machinery is blocked, survival probability adjusted, 76, 65, 43 percent..."

The ethereal singing voice has arrived, the gears of fate are turning, the bell roars three times, one to start the piston, two to turn the gears, and three to praise the God of All Machines...

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