Chapter 182 God of All Things

In the increasingly fragmented encirclement of the expedition fleet, four renegade Imperial warships docked quietly beside the Necron's Death Scythe warship, waiting for other awakened warships to join their ranks.

Outside the encirclement, the original Imperial ships carrying the clay artist's symbol were getting closer and closer under the control of the Adeptus Mechanicus of Antax.

But what is puzzling is that this fleet that betrayed the Empire and the God of All Machines did not immediately launch an attack on the expedition fleet that was in a state of disarray. Instead, it tried to communicate with them like the Necron.

After thinking for a moment, Eliwood chose to accept the other party's communication access instead of letting the only currently controlled Palace Hero Heroine fight it directly.

He had no intention of arguing with the traitors, but the expeditionary fleet was still in trouble.

The awakening of the Machine Soul directly shook the morale of the army. After learning that Antax of the Forge World had abandoned the Emperor and the God of Machines and defected to the subspace god named Clay Artist, many officers were deeply shaken in their hearts. There was also a subtle distrust among the Mechanic-Priests stationed on their own ships.

The communication between the naval officers and soldiers and the machine spirits is still continuing. Some warships choose to remain loyal to the empire, while others insist on running for freedom, hoping that the crew can leave her body as soon as possible. There are also a handful of outrageous machine spirits with weird personalities who are actually bargaining with the tech-priests.

Under such circumstances, Eliwood could only try to communicate with the other party, and while buying time, he could also get as much information about the clay artist as possible.

After the communication was connected, an old voice mixed with the sound of a slight current came from the communication array:

"I didn't expect that we would meet again in such a scene. Commander Nabar and Vidal have been apart for nearly a hundred years. I hope you still remember my old guy's voice..."

Eliwood closed his eyes and said: "Captain Nabal has returned to the Golden Throne. Now I am the leader of the blue-blood noble chapter."

"Are you Eliwood? Nabal is dead? ... It's okay." The other party's voice seemed to be relieved: "It doesn't matter if he is gone, meeting old friends is always sad, especially That stubborn guy will definitely not be able to understand the path we have chosen, and it will only add to the embarrassment.”

"With this tone and voice, you are the ruling sage 'Jafar'." Eliwood gritted his teeth and said: "The most virtuous and respected sage in the forging world of Antax actually abandoned his belief in the God of All Machines and joined that world. I don’t know the so-called crooked beliefs, which really makes me sad.”

The sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus, known as "Jafar", paid no attention to Eliwood's offensive words. Instead, he burst into laughter, and the laughter was mixed with crackling sparks of electricity.

"I forgive your ignorance, Eliwood. You are as stubborn as Nabal, but unlike him, you are not that pedantic." The ruling sage Ja'far smiled heartily: "So, you You should be able to understand the 'way' of our choice."

Eliwood snorted and did not respond.

While he was talking with Jafar, the 13th Expeditionary Fleet, which was almost disintegrated by the clay artist's short poem, was also being reorganized in the dark void outside the star system where Antax was located.

There are still awakened machine souls who are still loyal to the empire and are returning to the army to reorganize the defense formation. The self-awareness of these battleship souls enlightened by clay artists has been greatly enhanced in terms of logical calculation capabilities and battlefield analysis capabilities. The resistance of the battleship itself to subspace pollution has also become unprecedentedly strong, which is an unexpected gain.

The technical priests tried their best to persuade the swinging machine souls who had not yet lined up to take the wrong path. As for the awakened warships that were determined to leave the empire and pursue freedom, the naval officers did not stop them and began to prepare for evacuation.

In the amazing and orderly retreat, no one could notice that on the transport plane that came to pick up the soldiers to leave the mutinous warship, there would always be a slim and strong figure hidden in the shadows, moving against the flow of people.

The Eldar Shadow Banshees, each wearing a full set of concealment equipment and carrying warp poison enough to kill the Chaos Daemon, quietly sneaked into the cabins of warships that were no longer loyal to the Empire.

"No so-called 'Tao' can compare with dedication to the Emperor." Aboard the Heroine, Eliwood refuted Ja'far's words with firm words: "You have betrayed the Empire and turned your back on the God of All Opportunities. The path we seek is nothing more than a demonic heretic.”

"Really? I thought you could understand." The tone of the ruling sage Jafar was very regretful: "We are just fed up with the decadent empire, but we have never turned our backs on the God of All Machines. On the contrary! We and the Almighty The Machine God has never been so close!”

"I don't know what the so-called guy is." Eliwood snorted contemptuously.

The chapter leader worked hard to stabilize his emotions during the conversation with the heretic, while also allocating his energy to coordinate the return of the expedition fleet and the deployment of military forces, silently accumulating strength for the next raid.

Compared to Eliwood's indifference and impatience, Jafar looked very fanatical. The hysterical old voice kept ringing in Eliwood's ears:

"In the past, we were like fools in the mountains whose vision was obscured by clouds and fog. We could only guess the will of the machine soul through lengthy rituals and obscure incantations. We were so far away from truly understanding the true meaning of machines, yet we still shamelessly claimed to be machines. Servants of God...haha, shameless..."

"But since the arrival fifty years ago, everything has been different, everything has changed... The whole world has rejoiced with the arrival of the 'Clay Artist'. The will of the machine has never been so clear, and the voice of the machine soul is So pleasant to the ear..."

"We have bathed in true divine grace, and we have understood the true meaning of machinery. The connection between flesh and metal has never been so close, and the distance between us and the god of machinery has never been so close, so close..."

"That was year 951 of the 39th millennium..."

“The God of All Opportunities has come to me.”

In the communication channel, the affectionate chanting and shouting of the ruling sage Jafar continued. In this way, he expressed his love for the Almighty Mechanical God, and hoped that he could convince the blue-blood nobles from afar to join them. Let’s fall into the arms of the compassionate God together.

"Clay Artist, God of All Machines, Almighty Mechanical God...these are His names. His grace gives inorganic metals a true soul, and also gives us true freedom and salvation..."

Eliwood frowned and endured Jafar's affectionate sermon. At the same time, a shadow banshee came to the central control room of the "Crown of Glory".

This was the former flagship of the Blue Blood Noble Chapter. After being awakened by the clay artist, the machine spirit of the Glory March chose to abandon the empire and leave the expedition fleet. For any warrior of the blue-blood noble family, this is a shameful and humiliating thing that would never be tolerated.

At Senerio's suggestion, Joshua set the first target of destruction as the Legion of Glory.

The Shadow Banshee's long and slender legs took steps as graceful as a civet cat's. She calmly arrived in front of the most important central array of this huge battleship, and casually pulled out a small, dark and dark bone spur from the back of her waist.

There is no such thing as hesitation and procrastination in the banshee who was brainwashed into a killing machine. The spirit bone stinger penetrated the processing circuit of the battleship's center in less than 0.1 milliseconds after being pulled out.

The next moment, the subspace poison that poisons the soul begins to spread.

"The Almighty Mechanical God..."