Chapter 166 Looking Down From the Watchtower, the Metal of the Empire
Chapter 166 From the sky above the watchtower to the east, the metal heart of the empire is burning
The Emperor, the one who protects the empire; the God of Machines, the god who rules over machines
The spirit of machinery and the secret of technology are better than the physical body;
Praising the clever spirit is your vocation, guarding the clever spirit is the basis of your happiness, and appeasing the clever spirit is the basis of your survival.
Without dogma, the mechanical spirit cannot help.
Ring the bell once!
Push the lever to activate the piston and pump!
Ring the bell twice!
Press the east button to start the engine, ignite the turbine and breathe life into it!
Ring the bell three times!
Sing in unison to praise the God of all opportunities!
Under the words of the loyalists of the Mechanicum, people's hearts gradually stabilized. In the expressions of those poor refugees, the sages saw fear and loneliness.
Since the light and gift of the Ohm Messiah shone on that world until the dawn of time, such a large-scale conquest has never happened again. Compared to the invasion of the East Red pirates and the orcs, the losses were not large due to the bravery of the Skadi soldiers. What's ridiculous is that the world governor's own purge order caused flames to burn in many places in that world.
Ridiculous, sad, Pan Lan has never experienced rain in the east, and never will. Once upon a time, in a distant new era when it was just known to mankind, when Pan Lan was still alive, strong storms tore through its surface, carving out river channels in the rocks, and shaping the continuous coastline from the steep cliffs. into towering mountains.
Then that world experienced its first death, and the entire planet became an empty red wasteland of dusty basins and pitted, scorching deserts.
Then, the red planet revived again.
In the earliest years of mankind's golden age, the terraforming project seemed to bring new vitality and hope to Pan Lan. But in the end, this proved to be a temporary solution rather than a permanent solution. In just a few centuries, Panlan died a second time, suffocated by the exhaust fumes of countless combined foundries, continent-sized factories, and the crafting of millions of weapons.
"Pan Lan has never experienced rain in the east." Then any living person living in that forging world would be wrong about her dry evaluation.
But tomorrow, compatriots are slaughtered, blood is splashing everywhere, the bright red liquid is splashing in the hive city, the weapons of heavy servitors crack the heads of mortals, blood is spilled on the streets, east of the statue of the God-Emperor, it has never been east The Forge World of Rain now had a rain of blood, the Emperor's statue was there, those terrible things were sprinkled in front of him, and bright red tears fell from his cheeks as the Imperial humans foolishly slaughtered each other.
The mechanical sage mobilized his database, holding many supplies and food in his legs. His eyes were filled with the taste and nutritional elements of those foods and other miscellaneous indicators. During that time, he I learned a lot of things, especially whether I am wrong about ordinary people.
He began to record what foods humans should eat, what nutritional supplements they needed, and what things they should have to help them live their daily lives.
He has a profession like a nutritionist that is almost forgotten by human society, or something even more special.
It is hard to imagine that at the end of that dark forty millennium, anyone could care so much about the thoughts of mortals, but after the reconstituted food with a mix of meat and vegetables and a normal taste was distributed, the exhausted and poor soldiers finally felt that there were many Not much warmth.
Although the sage's skills are not very good, the food he makes is far from the delicacies enjoyed by the nobles. All he can do is heating and mixing, but without that kind of care, most people in the empire would not like it. It's something I haven't enjoyed since I was born in the womb.
Many people even began to mistakenly call the unknown member of the Qiguwang Mechanical Cult mother or father, but everyone mistakenly thought that his unified formal name was not the director of command, or the governor of military affairs such as command. aspect name.
Of course, he doesn't care about being a sage. His job is only to provide all the help he can give. After all, in terms of command, he is definitely not a professional.
But sometimes war is not about command, but about the morale of the soldiers. Three days after the start of the great purge, a large number of data craftsmen, governing sages and even the director of the Fourth Hongzhi also joined the resistance team one after another. In the East, the "official" power of the Mechanicus even gradually began to be lower than that of their group of "heretics".
And he also commanded the Second Macrobranch Special Guard Corps composed of a large number of mortals to give the iron fist representing the Ohm Messiah to those who slaughtered their compatriots.
The departure of the ruling sage also means that the morale of the Advocate Mechanicum's Guard Corps has dropped. To be precise, those servitors do not have much autonomy.
Generally, there are some Alpha-level veteran captains who can maintain a small amount of judgment and make mistakes in complex situations and changing battlefields.
The Adeptus Mechanicus relies on the control and orders of the Overlord Magi and countless war protocols to maintain the agility and change of the huge legions of Skitarii.
The sage's betrayal will not only take away the soldiers of the Skitarii, but also reduce the execution ability of those legions that serve the "official" army. During that time, the director's actions have angered many people, not just mortals. The sage who was close to mortals, at this moment, even his close followers began to betray him.
Ruming's Mechanicus troops no longer have the previous unity and strong dispatching power, and their tactical flexibility is also much worse. Compared with the so-called heretic troops, they are elite and small in number. They occupy several factories and residential areas and have sufficient supplies, but the only problem...
When the sage looked up and saw the light curtain and explosion in the sky caused by the shooting between the Mechanicus scientific research barge and the Imperial Navy, there were occasional automatic gun turrets fired by the Imperial Navy reconnaissance assault ship, and the Imperial Navy military forces faintly crossing the sky.
Then Ruming's sword of Damocles told everyone left that time was running out, and the Imperial Navy would break through there anytime and anywhere. There was no dock in that world, so why did the Imperial Navy choose the extermination order without hesitation.
Pan Lan certainly asked again, but if Ruming opened up several commercial roads, or even just individual weapons, Gondwa VI could provide sufficient now, compared to sacrificing the lives of the loyalists of the Imperial Guard and the time when the Red Pirates or new alien threats in the void came.
An extermination order is not only efficient, but also will not lose minerals outside Panlan. Perhaps according to the difference in the execution standards they choose, the minerals in that world may become easier to mine.
In comparison, the lives of trillions of servitors and mortals are even more valuable than the factories and hive cities that cover the sky and the moon, spread across the equator, and are like continents in that world.
When I was on the same ship with the heretics, the only way to prove my loyalty again was to sacrifice and die, to use war and victory to wash away the stupid behavior of my compatriots before, until the empire recognized your sacrifice and praised my behavior.
If the loyalists in that world have no choice, they must pave their way with blood and death to return to the human collective that is not warm, shaky and cruel, even if that is not their choice.
In the camp, the sage's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his adjutant. He was a former star army, or a hired merchant, a bounty hunter, but he did not serve the big guys like the roving merchants, but an ordinary planetary governor.
The Sage had never heard of his world before. After all, the Empire was so vast that it spanned the Milky Way. Even if his head was damaged, it would not be able to store all the information of the thousands of Empire worlds.
But the thing that impressed the Sage the most about the man wearing a homemade military uniform and bulletproof armor was that he refused to use the uranium-burning flintlock or magnetic rail flintlock that the Mechanicus normally used, which could penetrate the outer armor of Space Marines, and instead stubbornly asked to use the Imperial Guard's laser gun.
The Sage often felt strange about the things that could be produced in the factory by millions a day. The Hive Worlds and Forge Worlds he knew could produce laser guns, and they were almost continuously output, but the Imperial Guard Infantry Regiment had about 50,000 people, or even less.
Even if a conscription world has a long history, it is difficult for more than a thousand infantry regiments to be born, not to mention that most Hive Worlds have about a hundred regiment-level Imperial Guard outputs.
But if we look at the laser gun in his leg, the sage can directly say that if there are not tens of millions, there are millions, which is enough to arm a star system, not to mention that it is the output of his supervisory factory for decades. Such a large factory has hundreds of forging worlds.
But the Imperial Guard is still short of weapons, and it can even be said that it is almost always short of supplies...
The sage shook his head. He knew that the Ming Empire was in trouble. But he still needed the Empire's forgiveness, unless the Imperial Navy would cancel the release of the extermination order without reason.
He said to his adjutant in the special voice of the adjusted grid. "He can feel that the mechanical spirit is restless, and the war is coming..."
The adjutant replied. "Yes, the brothers have cleaned their weapons and applied holy oil. Next, they will conquer about 30% of the city area to take the outer streets."
He seemed optimistic, but the oracle was worried about someone. "Can it be faster? The Extermination Order has been issued. He doesn't think those pig-like things can protect that world for too long. The Imperial Navy will soon deliver the punishment of Om Messiah." The adjutant became a little depressed when he heard those three words. It's better to say that every imperial person knows the meaning of the Extermination Order. No matter how much contribution I have made to the Emperor, no matter how great or humble I have been, after the wrath of the Empire fell, there were the elimination of heretics and a few "commemorations" for the martyrs. But the adjutant said. "It's okay, Lord Director. He has experienced a war worse than tomorrow. The Inquisition also applied for an extermination order, but it was rejected."
In fact, the extermination order in the Empire is not as easy to obtain as imagined. On the contrary, the extermination order requires the mobilization of the Imperial Navy, which requires the compromise of the star zone commander and the Military Affairs Department. Depending on the execution area, it may also require the permission of the local Star Army War Lord and the Astartes Order. It can even be said that as long as I am not really labeled as a heretic, and I have a voice, and there are interests involved in that world, the extermination order can be postponed because of my concerns.
Because for the Empire, every world is unique. The treasures obtained with human blood and the smelting of war are the most precious and fundamental things of the Empire. Unless it is really necessary to use the extermination order to prevent the worst situation, the Empire will never use those extreme things.
But for the sage, what he was worried about at the beginning was not actually the Extermination Order. When he lowered his head and looked at the bolt gun in his leg, the name of the thing he wanted most at the moment was engraved on it.
The mentality of a sage has actually gradually changed from a scholar to a warrior. There is no doubt that those who become sages of the Mechanicus are all talented and intelligent. In the Mechanicus, where the hierarchy is strict and the assessment standards are extremely difficult, even if there are people in front of them, It takes a long time to accumulate their recognition and their own achievements.
But no one who becomes a sage is stupid. Even from a mortal perspective, he is a perfect genius.
Even before meeting the Skadi people, he was arrogant, but what he had not accomplished for decades was completed by mortals. Later, he fell into the quagmire of war and was also beaten by mortals. When he was saved, he realized that arrogance was what corrupted him.
He said to his adjutant gently at this moment. "Yes, the extermination order will not appear soon, but he also has personal matters... He has a daughter who lost contact with him deep in the residential area three months ago. Ruming's life and death are unknown."
"Although his request is stupid, he will still say it. He needs to use our precious lives to help him confirm this matter, so that he can become our commander..."
His words were apologetic, but the adjutant scratched his head. "Well, their target is not you. They need to contact the Imperial Guard, provide them with traitor intelligence and ask them if they can pick up the survivors."
"My lord, were their goals consistent from the beginning? You thought too much, and the help you gave them was enough to make up for your so-called 'selfishness'. Who made delicious food when the soldiers were in pain and injured?" Food, who sings the praises of the God of all opportunities when people are confused? "
The adjutant said. "At this moment, they are at the core of that world. If there is a watchtower, if they look around from there, they can see that the world is burning."
"Drying is also painful, but otherwise it will not let the flames burn. Otherwise, those heretics and traitors draw their swords on the compatriots, and the blood will ignite like promethium because of the war, igniting the world."
"The aliens and Space Marine traitors have failed to do that, and they know full well that the war has
It's inevitable. "
"My lord, command them, shoot at the enemy, don't hesitate, your fate has come..."
The sage's emotion controller fluctuated strongly at this moment. He did see that he was in a high, low-end and slender watchtower, in a flame that would never go out, and his compatriots, all mortals. The Mechanicus are all wailing in pain, their blood being drained by the war.
After a moment, the sage's eyes looked clear and cold outside the linen robe.
"Let's go to war, or else Ohm Messiah..."