At the end of the corridor, the air suddenly distorted, and a figure wearing a black robe and holding a staff and a long sword stepped out of the darkness.
Talos could not identify the inscriptions and carvings on the opponent's robe, but there was no doubt that those things were shining with psychic light, which made the back of his eye sockets sting.
"Oh, damn!"
Talos cursed, and then several more multi-syllable curses in Nastrom language popped out of his mouth.
"A warp fucked alien wizard!"
Sirion on the side put a bolter against his face and fired, smiling as he replied.
"At least we'll be taken out by a guy of some caliber."
But when he saw that his bullets were blocked by invisible barriers, he immediately joined Talos's curse chorus.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Let's retreat first!"
Talos is also a little confused now. He doesn't know if his choice is really right. Does the Nessen galaxy really have his destiny?
In other words, what is the end of this destiny?
But what must be solved now is the void shield problem, otherwise the enemy will continue to invade.
"Where's the bishop?"
But Talos didn't know that the void shield had not actually failed, and that was not the problem.
"analyze……"
The Technology Bishop chanted loudly.
"Analyze, analyze—"
He stared at the large number of runes and graphics flowing out of his mind, and checked them in cycles.
The connection to the engine was strong and smooth, but there was so much information that there was no time to filter it. The main problem was not the failure of the void shield.
But it has been weakening for 3 minutes and 9 seconds, and the ship suffered an unknown level of harassment seconds ago. In the battle with the enemy ship, these precious seconds are enough for a large number of enemy troops to join forces and land.
The enemy's attempt to tear the Cursed Echo apart from the inside tightened Dietrich's skin - if he still had any skin at all.
After his subsequent efforts, the shield was restored, but the engine itself was on the verge of self-destruction, which led to further problems: unless he could stabilize the engine, the next flash stop would cause the enemy ship to launch another salvo. shoot.
Maybe they won't do that, after all, they still have their own troops here, but Dietrian has not degenerated into some creature that relies on assumptions and speculations to make decisions, and he is not the kind of person who relies on chance to make a living. biology.
He wanted to account for them clearly, and that was to his liking.
Based on in-depth calculations based on the existing data, if the shield does not recover quickly after the second flash stop, they will lose the entire ship.
Worse still, it could lead to a complete failure - not just a shipwreck, but a loss of lives.
Dietrian had no desire to die, especially after investing so much time and concentration in sculpting his biological frame with mechanical perfection.
He didn't even want to sacrifice his soul, turn it into grotesque shapes, and finally tear it into pieces for the pleasure of the devil and the mad god.
As he likes to say, this is not the best option.
"Continue analyzing...wait."
Suddenly, he caught some anomalies in the torrent of data,
It turns out that this is the problem!
The corrupted data was mixed into the engine's encryption algorithms and, after running up to a thousand times per second, was transmitted to several external void shield projection arrays on the starboard hull.
It could be repaired, but it couldn't be done remotely, he would need to send servitors there, or go into battle himself.
Dietrian didn't sigh, he blurted his anger into a wordless mechanical code, like a hiccup in binary, and then activated his message with a patient movement.
"This is Ditmian."
Moments later, the audio network responded with an overwhelming wave of cries and gunshots.
Dietrian almost forgot that he had just escaped from the power cabin at the stern of the ship and got into the encirclement again.
He stared at the screen for a while.
The Void Shield engine room is the largest room in the entire ship. Its walls are layered and made of sacred steel and brass, making clanking sounds under the impact of energy.
In other words, the computer room itself is an iron tower trembling in plasma. Through the open mouths and eyes of the gargoyles carved on both sides of the pillar, the operation of liquid energy can be seen from the outside.
The room around him, which had only moments before been alive with the sound of gunfire and the inflection of screams on audio, was now in a beautiful silence.
The flesh, flesh and fragments of the enemy's gang members - or those who had recently been gang members, lay among the blood-soaked ceramic shards on the floor, like a carpet covering the room.
Dietrian's olfactory sensor detected the smell of blood and organs in the air, which was enough to make most mortals feel sick to their stomachs, but the smell of killing had nothing to do with Dietrian.
His attacker did not come close to him.
Because, like many tech-priests who prioritize and value things, Dietrian is a true believer in the principle of "being prepared."
Secondly, he also maintained an overloaded energy reserve at all times. The moment the void shield weakened, he knew that the Night Lords would be forced to disperse to defend every deck where an abnormality broke out, so he carried his own insurance with him - —Highly modified armed servitors.
It's just a pity that after the first battle, three-quarters of the servitors did not survive.
He walked across the room, assessing the disparity of the carnage.
Those servitors still standing were mechanical creations with dull faces and lost their humanity. Their left arms were replaced by bulky weapons, and bionics occupied more than half of their bodies and almost all of their internal organs.
If you strip away the emotion and certain details that require careful observation, they're each solid laborers.
He didn't thank them or congratulate them on their victory, and they didn't care.
However, it is not easy to kill 10 Eldar warriors. Even if it requires 39 enhanced servitors and 12 advanced gun servitors, this loss will cause him inconvenience for some time in the future.
Dietrian paused for a moment as he noticed the insignia on the shoulder armor of a corpse.
This is a symbol similar to a white inverted triangle.
"Record: Eldar Tribe, Craft World, codename: Uthwe."
He also maintained the Empire's xenos database, so it didn't take many worlds to figure out the identities of these dead enemies.
"First paragraph: done."
Dietrian stopped and waited for the living servitors to confirm the code.
"The second part begins."
Then, the servitors moved in unison and began to continue processing the program loops they had previously been included in.
Groups of five or six moved through the ship, performing search-and-destroy procedures.
The other five or six followed Dietrian back to the contemplation hall.
The ship shuddered, causing one of his servitors to lose his balance and an erroneous message was reported on his jaw. Dietrian chose to ignore it and connected to the audio system.
"Dietrian calls Talos of the First Claw."
But there was only the sound of bolter fire in response, intermittent on the audio channel, drifting far and wide.
"he died."
Hearing these three words, Dietrian hesitated.
"Requesting further confirmation."
"He's not dead."
came another voice.
"I heard him say, what do you want, Bishop?"
"Who am I talking to?"
"Kalad of the Sixth Talon."
Suddenly, the warrior's voice was cut off, and the click of a bolter continued for a moment.
"We're guarding the flight deck platform."
