Chapter 289 Yell, Yell

When someone tapped Dietrian's metal shoulder in his rust-red robe, the mechanical priest was in the hall of the void generator of the Cursed Echo, concentrating on checking the damage to the void shield power supply.

"Damage data analysis." He said loudly, "Analyzing - no interference - warning, interference detected. Warning. Warning. Level Alpha+. Extremely dangerous distance."

Although the warning was triggered immediately. But the huge amount of analysis information flowing through the processing centers of the mechanical priest, who may have only a small part of the biomass retained in his body, still made him maintain a stiff movement for a few seconds before he was able to separate his consciousness from the depths of the huge, damaged, and bleeding data consciousness stream of the ship and re-project it into the reality around him.

"What's going on?!" Dietrian said loudly, and was annoyed that the fifty-one heavy-armed mechanical servants and the smaller number of armed drones he brought with him did not play any proper blocking and guarding role when someone approached him. This was like putting his memory unit storage crystal on Ursus' tongue and asking him not to bite it.

In the short time before he turned around and focused the green multiple lenses on the target, so many emotions that were almost close to human flowed through the thinking circuits of the mechanical bishop that Dietrian almost thought that the mechanical servants whose brains he had carefully and devoutly removed, replaced with bionic parts and turned their limbs into heavy weapons with considerable firepower were transmitting emotions that they could never have that would be interpreted as fear and awe into his control chip.

These originally human flesh shells have become perfect mechanical products that he has carefully made and cared for, the hard work of his experience and wisdom, but they will not produce emotions and are absolutely inhuman.

In addition, a line of code from the mechanical priest that was very close to the description of annoyance flowed through the parallel circuit: he had detected a problem with the void shield, which was the line damage caused by the attack on the outer hull, but the mechanical servants originally placed nearby could not repair such a large damage on their own. He had to go there in person, with his technical assistants and guards - and he had to apply to Lord Talos for a group of Astartes as guards to ensure the normal progress of the repair work.

While thinking in multiple threads at the same time, the mechanical bishop's multiple emerald eyepieces reflected a creature that could never appear at this time, in this place, and in this way.

Several circuit nodes on the thinking chip embedded in the biological brain of the mechanical bishop Dietrian briefly burst into small mini sparks.

Damn, he thought. I short-circuited.

"Ah." Someone made an annoyed sound. "How could this happen? I just patted him."

Then the last message received by the sound receiver of Dietrian, who was down before restarting, was the sound of a grenade bullet violently smashing the bolt of the hall door.

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"Fortunately, Bishop Dietrian just shut down the machine."

Crouching in the shadow of the pipe on the ceiling, using the darkness in the room and Dietrian's densely packed armed servitors to attract attention, after about forty seconds, this exquisite but unwatched battle like a silent duet ended. Ramizane, one in each hand, began to stack up the team of Astartes of the Origin Warband who were obviously here to destroy the main generator, and stuffed them into the equipment tool room next to it and locked them.

(*Just leave them where they are, why stuff them in? - But the human wall you built is very beautiful, I like it very much, it reminds me of the sons of Leon who stayed in my castle before.)

"Because," Ramizane raised his hand and pointed at the heavy-armed servitors and drones in the hall with sagging faces, staring blankly at the pale giant who suddenly broke in. "You saw it just now, didn't you? They were going to annihilate all these Astartes with a five-to-one exchange ratio. And I don't want anything to go wrong before I finish talking to Dietrian."

(*Of course I saw it, there's nothing wrong with that, the fate of these intruders is just like this, an obscure and meaningless death count. In addition, I really like the soft and thick carpet made of flesh and scarlet ceramic steel just now, I want that.)

"Rejected."

(*Why! How vivid! How beautiful! The bronze embellishment makes it a work of art!)

"Your hygiene... You really should be taught some serious lessons. The future you see in the galaxy is not the only one. There are more things beyond that than the future itself. More. Only by learning, constantly learning and thinking can you acquire powerful weapons and defenses to arm your mind, instead of passively accepting and being pushed to be more wanton and bizarre by those guys who can do nothing but pamper you. I am different from them, you little pig, you can't control me, you can't threaten me, so I won't pamper any stinky fur that throws a tantrum and lacks discipline! "

(*Who allowed you to use such words to describe the midnight ghost of Nostramo! I am punishment! I am judgment! I am the embodiment of the fear of the sinners at midnight! I don't need to learn! I can see everything! Including the throne of lies and the empire of corpses! Why don't you want to humbly accept what you see?!)

"Haha. You scream, you scream. The louder you scream, the angrier and more frustrated you are, which means that you are more at your wits' end at this time. You even start to know how to use long sentences, compound sentences and strategic expressions when you speak. Why, suddenly you think of yourself Can you actually learn to have normal conversations with people?"

(*...You...you are completely biased! You are not a fair person at all! You are a hopelessly bad double standard! You obviously didn't act like this when facing Perturabo!)

A rather happy smile appeared on the face of the person who heard this.

"Yes. I am partial to Perturabo. I am not a just sage, never have been. Why, did you ever expect me to be a perfect, just, flawless moral incarnation. You have treated a human being Have you ever had such precious and noble expectations?”

(*...! (Some kind of sudden choking emotion and silence))

Lamizane walked towards the mechanical bishop who started to restart.

"This is a very vivid lesson. Remember: because we are human beings, we are prone to partiality. Partiality is not terrible, nor is it a moral flaw. What is terrible is that we do not know that we are partial but think that we are impartial."

The bishop's optical focusing lens began to click, and the first exclamation came from the mechanical loudspeaker.

"Glory to the Om Messiah! Lord of the Night! It is truly you!"

The pale giant stopped in his tracks.

"I'm glad you recognized me, Bishop. But first."

Then his eyes turned to the almost perfect mechanical body of Dietrian, who was nearly ten feet tall.

A chill passed through Dietrich that made his sensor probes stand on end.

"you……?"