PFC Chapter 321: The Great War of the Mechanicus
Chapter 321: The Great War of the Mechanicus
On the Forge Planet hundreds of light years away, the completely transformed planet is like a metal ball cage. The scorching magma has replaced the clear water in the rivers, and the eternal industrial waste gas has obscured the sky that should have been blue.
The half-mechanical servant was dragging metal debris to fill the furnace to melt gold. Suddenly, thunder roared on the earth like the wrath of God. The crackling sound in the air and the collision charges that were invisible to the naked eye caused his processor to react poorly.
Although the environment of any forging world is not suitable for normal people, at least you can really survive here, and the modification is free, so come here when you travel through time.
The same thing happened to several robot servants around, who all muttered that today might not be a good day to go out.
"Ohm 1001's Messiah! Is this... is this the God of All Machines coming? What a 1001 good day!"
On the peak of the metal mountain, in the high tower that guides the thunder to the ground, dozens of astropaths who had been modified with channel receivers knelt on the ground and recited scriptures devoutly.
The psychic devices on their chests continued to emit bright light because of excitement, and a thin layer of frost gradually condensed on the surrounding walls covered with runes.
"I am a technical priest of the Mechanic Order on the 88th Far Frontier Planet in the Southeast Star Region. The planet is numbered . An STC production line has been established on this planet. The category is medical treatment, and the product is called Panacea.
I am Green Wolin, a think tank of the 33rd Outpost of the Death Watch Chapter in the Eastern Theater of the Ultramarine. I swear in the name of the Emperor to confirm that the STC information is accurate.
I am the Panacea AI, numbered as the Foundation of the Empire, the Hope of Life. I was stolen by Lady Marles of the Dark Eldar on the world of Basic Copper Carbonate 9 and imprisoned in Comoros for a thousand years.
Today, thanks to the help of the Space Marine Lin Heng, its functions have been unfolded and it has begun to live up to its name as a panacea, benefiting the people of the empire.
I hope that the "Triple Phil" can provide assistance to avoid a repeat of the defeat of the empire that year."
The news was reported up the chain of command and reached every corner of the planet in less than two minutes.
Those transformed message receivers all had their own subordinates, and they went wild when they heard the news from STC.
The sages, who were usually so arrogant that they were late and disdained to exchange ideas, came faster and louder than anyone else this time, which was a complete change of their usual behavior.
Galatai Tule (these are actually the names of two satellites, but it doesn't matter), the Forging General of the Mechanicus and the ruler of the planet Triple Phil (these are actually the names of two satellites, but it doesn't matter), hadn't even started the Forging Meeting to summon the sages for discussion, and the Forging Hall was already filled with holographic images of sages from various districts.
Character descriptions, just know what they look like, they are all similar cyborgs
"I remember that it was a barren planet. Apart from the loess hills, the metal deposits were pitifully small. How come an STC appeared now, and it's 1001 complete."
“What’s more, the Panacea STC is too famous, and the other party’s lost cases are indeed recorded in black and white.
Now that it suddenly appears, it must be because something unforeseen has happened."
This situation was indeed somewhat unexpected. As a powerful forging world, they had already checked thousands of planets in the surrounding star regions, and there was no way that any STC remains could be found.
Now it popped up without any word and without any clear reason, which really makes people feel unhappy.
Forge General Galatea, the master of the planet and an absolute high-ranking member of the Adeptus Mechanicus, remained silent at this moment. The dozen or so sages around him kept discussing the new, seemingly false news.
"What are the results of the inspection?"
"After checking, the Death Watch and AI numbers match. The priest number is still being checked. The accuracy rate should be 77.85%." said a sage.
A certain sage with a red robe with a channel receiver device pattern on it nodded and said:
“The other party’s method of delivering messages is very regular, which must be the result of careful consideration.
They must have prepared for a long time and judged the situation before conveying the news to us.
I'm just wondering how the other party managed to penetrate the information blockade of the Great Rift."
“1001, don’t think too much about it. What we should focus on now is to seize the initiative and become one of the best forging worlds.
Even if the planets stationed by other orders received the news at the same time, it would take them hundreds of times longer than us to catch up.
But if we stay one more day, our preemption rate will drop by 0.558%. That’s STC, not some other dispensable thing!”
There was another round of discussion among the crowd.
"Even if we don't make a jump to Mandelville Point and overload the super-large warp joint engine, the 00001 fleet will still need at least (thirty) Terran days to arrive."
"And this time the enemy is the 1001st Chaos Rebels, or the Death Guard from back then. If the 1110th (16th) Primarch Mortarion is still in the fleet, then things will be troublesome."
"However, if we can integrate it into our planet, our technological level will surely be improved by at least 44.13%. It is not difficult to even be on par with the Red Sand Country."
“That’s right 1001, but if we really face a large force of Death Guard, our chances of winning are only about 64.55%.
Although STC's attraction to you and me is greater than a dehydrated person's desire for water, but..."
Everyone was silent, as if they were calculating the basic chance of winning. Those present were all the most advanced sages on the planet, and each of them had tens of thousands of elite soldiers under their command.
But if we act rashly in this situation, not only will we be vulnerable to ambush by the enemy, but there is a greater chance that the danger will come from the group of equally dangerous sages around us.
After all, the open and covert struggles have never stopped, and the undercurrents have never been carried out in the open.
...
"1001!"
Suddenly, one of the sages suddenly stopped, pointed at the other sage and cursed:
"The Messiah of Ohm 1001! Your mother is open source!"
Everyone was shocked and didn't understand why this colleague could say such vicious words. They turned around and talked to the people around them.
"Your mother is the one who did open source! Why do you, a bio-genetic researcher, have the right to show off in 1001?"
"Shameless thing, you 1001 say one thing but do another, you talk as if you're worried about being ambushed by the enemy and calculating whether it's cost-effective.
But in fact, this open source thing has long been integrated into the troops, and now the 101st Crusaders of the East District have completed 23% of boarding!
If my men hadn't been watching, this guy would have gotten there first and taken the STC!"
A single stone can cause a thousand ripples. As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was immediately furious. They started to insult each other's mother for being open source, and then, without telling others, they started to ask to what extent their own team had been integrated.
For a moment, the sages who were all worried about the cost-effectiveness, now took off their disguises and revealed expressions as if they couldn't wait to burst into the STC.
"Quiet!"
The sound was like a huge bell exploding above the head. The sound waves caused the thousand-meter-high tower to rustle. The holographic images of the sages flickered and then immediately became quiet.
General Casting looked at everyone, the marker lights under his clothes showing his completely transformed body.
His extraordinary computing ability and transformation technology are the basis for him to stand at the top, and his timely judgment ability is also an important step for him to become a forged general.
"Okay, although we successfully resisted the Hive tentacles and stopped the Chaos fleet led by Typhons.
But this time is different from the past. No matter how many fleets are dispatched, it is not as good as relying on planets to fight.
If we want to truly take down STC, the sages should help each other without reservation. After all, the order has more than just our forging planet.
Let all the Crusaders prepare, pack up all the best things in their boxes, and inform the knight families on the planet to take away everything except the knight mechas that are left to guard the planet!
Summon the Godly Mechs and get the Saint Jolly Titans ready. I want every one of them to be at 100%! "
"Understood, General, but...how many should we deploy?"
Galatea opened his cold, emotionless mechanical compound eyes, and a cold electronic voice slowly came out of the speaker.
"Faith alone can't help us complete the mission, so I always carry a bolter and a prayer... I want enough to escort the STC back perfectly."
"understand!"
Casting World Large Workshop
"All forces will attack together and overload the combined warp engines. Even if you stand outside the ship, you will not be infected by the warp. It's just a few large cruisers that will be overloaded and melted. We can afford it.
Also, activate the jump gate on Satellite No. 3, shut down all factories on the planet, and supply all energy to the gate to ensure that we reach the Damocles Gulf in the shortest time possible.
A complete and functioning STC is the pinnacle of the medical system. As long as we can bring it back, it doesn’t matter even if it means losing everything!"
"Yes, General."
"Activate the first-level planetary self-protection plan. Any exploration outside the planet is prohibited before we return. Any distress signals are rejected.
In addition to accepting supplies, 75% of space ports will be closed and the galaxy ring will be blocked to ensure 100% no problems.
Finally, it’s time to ring the bells!”
"Boom!!!"
The sound of a real bell began to reverberate in the cloud of ionizing radiation. In the dark stone-green cloud of nuclear radiation, a ray of light seemed to break through the fog.
"Ring the big bell once, push the lever, start the piston and pump."
The wise men sang in silence, and all humans who heard the sound of the bell stopped what they were doing and listened attentively.
"Boom!!!"
"Tick the bell twice, push the button, the engine fires, the turbine lights up, life is breathed in."
Except for the robot servants whose frontal lobes had been removed and who only knew how to work continuously, all other humans who could still think fell to their knees.
"Boom!!!"
"Ring the great bell three times, and sing in unison, praising the God of All Things."
"twenty three..."
All sages, regions, and sects turned on their communicators, and billions of people sang binary prayers in unison, praising the God of All Things from the bottom of their hearts.
They will be ready to go, work together to embark on the journey, kill all evil demons and take back the real imperial technology.
......
"No need to fight back? What does that mean? What on earth are the angels thinking?!"
The officers who received the news on the front line were all confused, but since it was an angel who spoke, no one dared to disobey. However, they were still unhappy that they could not kill their enemies with their own hands.
A company commander took out a telescope and looked at the yellow light swaying between the hills. There were hundreds of alien warriors that could be seen.
As for those invisible bastards who only know how to attack from behind, no one knows where they are hiding. The soldiers in front of them are also targets that attract attention. The real dangers are the vehicles hiding in the corners.
"The final battle..."
"Yes."
Just as the company commander sighed, he heard a voice of recognition from behind him. He turned around and found that it was an angel who answered him.
Although he was shocked that the opponent could move forward silently despite his heavy body, he was even more shocked that the opponent actually walked up to him, as if he wanted to fight with him.
"Lord Angel?"
The Death Watchman with a red scorpion logo on his left shoulder armor looked at the captain, then knelt on the ground and said slowly:
"Let us chant a prayer together, praying for the attention of the God-Emperor and victory in this battle."
This is a pure Crimson Scorpion. I didn't find the one that joined Deathwatch, but they are all similar.
The officers nodded repeatedly, looked at the position on the hill, then knelt down on the ground, clasped their hands together and prayed.
Lin Heng noticed the kneeling crowd. He knew that even the Space Marines believed in the Imperial truth.
'The newer the generation of Space Marines, the more they indulge in the lies of the Imperial Truth. Although the effect of this lie is beyond imagination, it is actually not what the parties involved want.'
The pastor spoke in star language at the right time.
This kind of thing cannot be completely eliminated. Although this is not the emperor's original intention, at least in the current situation it can still motivate people to fight.
Lin Heng nodded and said:
"I understand... After all, everyone needs a spiritual sustenance to escape the infection of the numb and cold universe. Some things cannot be avoided by you or me. Someone has to do it."
The priest seemed to straighten his back a little, groping for the skull symbol on the scepter, wondering what he was thinking about.
"When do you think they'll get here?"
Lin Heng said, enjoying the last calm before the storm.
"From what I know about them, if they are willing to sacrifice everything they have, it probably won't take more than ten days."
"So fast?! What kind of Dark Ages technology are they hiding?"
"I don't know, maybe they are preparing to overload the subspace jump engine and travel a very long distance."
"I don't know whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. This desperate method is definitely beneficial to you and me at this stage. I'm just afraid that when everything is settled..."
"How many people in the Empire want to die? Do you want to die?"
Lin Heng curled his lips and looked at the still blue sky in silence, hoping that nothing would change in the future.
"Of course. I don't want to become a lunatic who only knows how to kill. I still have many friends I haven't had time to say goodbye to yet..."
The pastor nodded slightly and carefully examined Lin Heng in front of him. He became more and more certain that the other party possessed unparalleled abilities that ordinary people did not possess.
His and his teammates' persistence was not in vain. The other party really appeared, and he was not just a name without roots or affinity in the legend...
'By the way, remember, psionic power is never a reward or gift. The more detailed your understanding of its energy forms, the more you will be integrated into the warp.'
The pastor looked at Lin Hengdao.
"Your mastery of psychic energy is indeed far beyond that of ordinary people. If your energy level is not too low, your achievements may even be higher than that of the former Prime Minister Malcador."
"Magic Pattern Makado? Who is that?" Lin Heng asked puzzledly.
The pastor shook his head and sighed:
"You only need to know that the other party is a great mortal psyker, a hero who has devoted his life to the cause and is willing to bear the torrent of energy in the Webway under the Golden Throne on behalf of the Emperor."
Lin Heng was truly shocked and was about to ask more questions when the roar interrupted his thoughts.
The killing warrior from the Red Scorpion Regiment raised his head and said:
"They're coming!"