The tangled pipes and passages of the Ark of Omen have been filled with those orcs. Their rough fingers have removed the adamantine, the former heretic forts or more important things, while maintaining the basic ability of those things while plundering the few things on the ark. resource.
This is the tacit approval of Merovingian. Its surviving body now only has this path to choose. Use all the remaining energy and metal to cast a waaaagh position jump device for teleportation, and an orc warship will be used as a coordinate point. The Warp left the sector, reaching places beyond the reach of the Imperium, allowing the Orks and the Ark of Omen to rest.
But cooperation is not without contradictions. At this moment, Duyan looked at the energy panel in the control room, his expression wrinkled up. "Did you maintain the beacon during this period, about half a year?"
Melovin's emotionless voice answered the One-Eye who was looking at the holographic image panels. The One-Eye angrily used his fist to smash the entire panel made of ordinary steel into a dent. The sound was so loud that even the boys working here were shocked. .
"You... you stupid machine, you should cut off all energy sources after you lose power to maintain your own vitality!"
"Now not only do we need an extra week to use the spacecraft to collect heat energy around the star, but the main force of the Red Pirates may also be approaching this star area!"
"Do you know how much trouble your stupid behavior has caused us?!" One-Eye was very angry. After all, Merovingian is now a drag. Not only is it unable to generate resources, the orcs also have to find a way to move the entire huge Ark of Omen. Let's go, there are still other things to do on it, such as renovation work and so on.
"We have demolished most of the forts in this place. During this period, you are completely defenseless, understand? But you let us take action for so long before providing...control panel permissions?"
Merovingian could only respond instinctively to the one-eyed accusation. "This is to fulfill the contract signed with the Red Pirates, and after calculation, it is the greatest possibility for me to get rescued."
"And if you hadn't helped the Imperial Guard, I wouldn't have ended up like this."
"Secondly, I need a period of time to evaluate whether you really want to join me, instead of just using me as a prop." Meloven's calm answer made One Eye even more angry, but his attitude was reasonable, and One Eye endured it His own anger loosened his green fist before he smashed the control room here.
"Adjutant, what is the situation with the subspace storm?" He immediately asked the most important information. During this period, the orcs were still closely monitoring the fluctuations near Mandeville Point. Even if such work was easily discovered by the Imperial Navy, they would not Must know the road conditions.
Orks have no fear of Warp invasion, but Warp storms can complicate matters by throwing ships off course.
the adjutant replied. "From the reconnaissance information three days ago, we found that the subspace is gradually stabilizing, and normal navigation will be possible in half a month."
One Eye savored this day. "Half a month, there is still time, the engine is finished, and then our battleship will arrive..."
"No, we can't take risks. Ask the boys to add engines. During this time, we will push Meroving out into the void at sub-light speed. Remember to install the engine on the dark side so that the Empire cannot find it."
"This star region is now the world before Pandora's box was opened. When the subspace is completely diluted, those desperate people will overflow and completely pull this star region into the flames of war."
"We just need to escape, and then recuperate. Before the real war and waaagh come, we will lie dormant and only take in nutrients." One-Eye replied calmly. The other bosses who were still alive nodded repeatedly. This little orc would follow One-Eye's lead. Because he has brought so many miracles and victories, they will not hesitate to implement those seemingly crazy plans.
The rise of the orcs is in full swing, and those chaotic and twisted things are also stopped on the outskirts of the star area due to the obstruction of the subspace storm, but the Imperial Guard knows nothing about this situation.
They were fully focused on how to deal with the heresy in this forge world. Pan Lan was too valuable to this sector. In order to become aligned, the behemoth of the Astra Militarum had to give up their originally insensitive sense of war. All of them Resources are devoted to the dispatch of the extermination order and internal comfort.
The empire is like this. It is powerful, huge, terrifying, but swollen, slow, and immovable. It is also the only lodging place and home for mankind. But at this moment, at the end of this dark forty millennium, it can no longer keep up with this turbulent world. world.
The soldiers of the empire looked at the brass-colored planet on the battleship. The completely crushing battle situation and the feeling of superiority made them a little arrogant. After all, humans who control this huge war engine can easily combine such power with their own. Real power mixed up.
This is what the driver says when the captain is away. "The Astra Militarum is the leader, the Imperial Navy is the bones, the Imperial Guard is the meat, the Commander-in-Chief is the brains, and many other officers are the joints and organs. So, what is the Ministry of Military Affairs?"
The officer next to him finished fiddling with his controller, then pressed the fire button, firing at the Adeptus Mechanicus' battle barge, before answering. "appendix."
replied the officer who asked the question. "precise!"
But the Imperial Navy did not know that when their huge warships arrived in low-Earth orbit, those who feared them were not only the heretics of the Mechanicus, but also the loyalists who waged war. The honor of the Empire hung like the Sword of Damocles. When it was on their heads, those soldiers felt the sins that appeared on their bodies for no reason.
The looming nightmare outside the atmosphere was clearly detected by the sage's prosthetic eyes. The war had reached its hottest stage. He didn't know whether he could win, but he had completely controlled all the enemy's Second Hongzhi's military strength.
One general's achievements lead to thousands of bones drying up, not to mention that he is not a famous general, but just a scholar. His victory is a road paved with countless blood, and he does this just because they need to survive.
This matter involves too many things, including one's own life, honor, future and piety. Being labeled as a heretic and dying under an order of extermination is almost the greatest insult to those who believe in the emperor, other than direct trial.
Dignity and life, the meaning of life and hatred drive this dry planet. Blood fills the world and moistens the gaps between gears.
The sage used his skull in mid-air to detect the distant core city and the signal transmitting platform above it. He was more eager to find his child. However, the resistance in this area had raised a void shield, and the generators in the villa area kept roaring. .
The metal tower that was originally used to send signals to the high-ranking nobles here was surrounded by the Skitarii. They built many small ion shields or deflection shields, large-caliber projectile weapons, and strengthened logging guns on it. and depleted uranium flintlocks were prepared early.
"What a fucking iron wall..." The adjutant commented after looking at the image conveyed by the skull, but the sage who had experienced the war replied. "We have to conquer this place as quickly as possible, even if we can't give priority to helping the rebels in the residential area."
This sentence is very strange. He is obviously worried, but he chose the big picture, because if the extermination order falls, the lives here and the sacrifices caused by the war will be meaningless.
The sage became a war and regained his humanity, but now he has to let go of his humanity, but no matter what, his stance is not cold, but gentle like the light of stars in spring.
But it was just a stance. His emotionless electromagnetic voice issued the final cruel orders to his subordinates. "The large forces are gathering. All the rebels in the main nest, we are going to end our war and let Pan Lan return to the empire. We need to communicate with the imperial navy and provide them with starports and assistance, topographic maps and when necessary. Manpower.”
"As long as the front area is captured, except for the core Divine Calculation Tower, the hive will already belong to Ohm Messiah."
But no matter how exciting the sage's words were, the long-term continuous fighting also made the soldiers tired. This combined army composed of humans, servitors, sages or priests was actually on the verge of collapse.
This remnant and defeated army can no longer conquer any place, and the sages know it very well. Therefore, in this war, the sages will not join the command. Instead, their goal is to use what they have learned throughout their lives in the temporary communication room. To crack the permissions of the radar communicator, let the device send out a signal that is clear and good enough to let the Imperial Guard know that this world still has value.
The price is that it takes tens of thousands of deaths in just a few minutes to attract Director Hongzhi stationed here to strengthen the firewall system, and every microsecond of communication represents the loss of countless lives.
The densely packed shooting ports and installations on the dark communication tower were chilling. After a short slogan, the adjutant held a firearm and began to charge. "For the Empire!"
"For the Empire!"
But it was different in the communication room. It was quiet and even suffocating. Several inhuman-looking technological sages lowered their heads in front of countless pipes and complex communication equipment. possible actions.
"The piston pulls once and the bell chimes once."
"Give me the repeater."
"Alternate once, pass on once, put on the repeater, press the fuse."
Click, click, pull the lever downward, as orderly as in a factory.
"The lever is pulled once and the bell rings twice."
"Give me the communication line."
"Inherited twice, alternated twice, welded the thread, pressed the button."
Boom, boom, the red light flashes, the communicator beeps and buzzes, which is the result of tens of thousands of lives.
"Press the button and the big bell will chime three times."
"Transmit data to me, praising Om Messiah, praising the God of all machines."
"Praise to our compatriots who have sacrificed their lives tens of thousands of times, praise the beauty of the vast knowledge in the void, and praise the complex mysteries of data and algebra..."
"Transmit data, turn on the device, activate the source power, and drive the promethium element."
“Praise be to Om Messiah for the sake of gold and sacrifice not forgotten.”
The sages of the Mechanicus murmured in low voices. "Zaom Messiah."
The communicator was dialed, data was transmitted, and the distribution map of the enemies on the ground began to appear one after another in the imperial headquarters, the specific situation of the civil unrest, the list of loyalists, and the immunity applications and calls for support prepared by the sages.
But those things cannot be sent instantly, the director said in a low voice. "five minutes…"
"It is expected to be completely wiped out..."
Silent, because the sages here all know that the general manager's calculation is good. Automatic cannons roared on the surface, and the flesh and blood were smashed by bullet casings. The logging gun dealt with a living person without armor as if it were dealing with a ball of butter that could be moved, and the burning The uranium flintlock can penetrate the core area of the servitor.
The troops lacking the command of the sage suffered very fast losses. They approached the tower one after another. In order to gain enough attention from the commanding sage on the opposite side, they were even willing to die in exchange for time.
After all, the extermination order is also death. There is no need to hesitate if you choose between dying without dignity or letting the world continue to survive.
On the battlefield, the sage's adjutant hid behind a wall bunker made of servitor corpses, counting his equipment, then raised his laser gun, killed a cheap servitor with three or four consecutive shots, and then skillfully avoided it. Open strafing fire and fall into the "accidental trench" blown up by a grenade next to it.
However, humans cannot be faster than bullets. He is almost habitual to do evasive actions, which are more like gambling than dodging. The adjutant is already used to it. He took off his helmet and took out a small bag of transparent things from it. Gu drank.
"It has to be Amset..." He lay down in the trench, watching his comrades fall continuously. This is the feeling in the Imperial Guard, the feeling that the individual no longer matters, so what if he fights well?
He took out the Ranger smokeless cigarette in his tactical belt and wanted to take a sip, but found that his lighter could not be found.
"Fuck." He groped around for a bunch of corpses and the like, and finally found a ball of flame at the servitor's fuel tank that was ignited by uranium.
With radiation, powerful.
He crossed his legs, listened to the roaring gunfire, skillfully waited for a gap, then raised his weapon, shot, killed one person, dodged, reloaded, and took a puff of cigarette.
There was no doubt that he would survive, no matter what, the Mechanicus was no more terrifying than the aliens. He blew out a smoke ring. "Can that guy find his child..." the adjutant muttered to himself, and then looked at the nearby temporary recruits hiding in the trenches in fear, and couldn't help but think about what it would be like for him.
They were shooting almost blindly, raising their heads from time to time. Two people, young, probably family members of the Mechanicus, would have become priests or gear boys in the future, but the projectiles they were shooting at this moment were useless. How sad...
Useless soldier, he was about to give some advice, but a standard Mechanicus heavy servitor grenade fell here.
"Oops." He wanted to leave the trench, but saw that the two new recruits next to him had not yet reacted.
"Fuck, get the fuck out of here!" He pressed against the buttocks of the two recruits, and before they could react, he pushed them out with all his strength. The adjutant didn't know why he did that, but he felt that the Empire Scholars are needed more than veterans.
He looked at the dark thing on the ground, blew out a smoke ring, and then looked up at the two idiot recruits looking at him resentfully outside the trench, running away under the hail of bullets.
He gestured with a middle finger, and then flames burst out. The two soldiers were completely stunned, while the adjutant only had his ceramic body armor and dog tags intact.
The torn pieces of clothes were scattered in all directions, falling into unnoticed corners of the battlefield. This man's name was written on his chest, but no one in this world knew who he was, what he had done, whether he was a successful person, or not. Loyalist.
Only the roaring projectiles and endless death are always there, roaring to welcome Mr. Pain to the universe.
(End of chapter)
