Chapter 58 The End of the Era: Weapons of Execution

Sparks gushed out from both sides of the cutting heat flow of the welding gun muzzle. The rain-like sparks lit up the steel backbone and supporting steel bars. The entire huge lower deck of the ship was extremely busy, and countless indicator lights and lighting lamps lit up this wide space.

The orange indicator lights and the blue display screen echoed each other, and various lights lit up every corner. Sparks were spraying down from the towering corridor brackets and steel bar platforms. The welding guns cut and anchored on the steel bars and supports. Those sparks fell from the sky, but they were also fleeting.

Under the warm and hot sparks, the mechanical priests were inspecting and soothing the machine spirits with their colleagues. The fragments of sparks fell from both sides of them, and the incense burners burned on both sides of the operating platform. The unique mechanical incense filled the entire space under the dome and above the steel deck with these thin smoke and dust.

Not all of them were from the Mechanicus. Soulless servitors pushed and pulled fuel tanks and followed the ground technicians. These maintenance personnel of the navy ships were busy working under the instructions and leadership of the Mechanicus priests.

The huge space was full of sparks and clanking sounds. The old machinery and steel parts were dismantled. The specially modified heavy-duty servitors carried steel bars and heavy parts. These soulless corpses, which were already full of data tubes, nutrition hoses and various mechanical equipment, followed the priests faithfully.

The Mechanicus priests in red robes walked around the huge space. They communicated with each other in the unique syllables and dialogue methods of the Mechanicus. The data flow and prayer ceremony were proceeding in an orderly manner.

Vito leaned on the high rotating platform, where he could overlook the entire lower deck. There were busy people everywhere under the vast underground dome. In addition to the servitor laborers, the ground crew sailors were also very busy.

Transport vehicles and trucks drove across the wide deck, tall tires rolled between the servitors and ground staff, and the red lights illuminated the metal space being assembled and maintained.

Vito had to sigh at the tacit understanding of these sailors. There were so many transport vehicles, forklifts and flatbed trucks running around, but they didn't hit even one person.

They passed smoothly and smoothly between the people coming and going, delivering parts, combustion and tools to various places. Of course, there were also box-type cabinet trucks carrying servitors shuttling into the deck.

Those transport vehicles like diamond pyramids arrived at the busy construction site. The ground staff stepped forward and skillfully opened the pull rod. The mechanical arm on one side stretched out, loosening several servitors from the fixed frame, letting these soulless workers fall to the ground.

On the steel deck intertwined with cold blue and fire, the ground staff waved their hands casually to signal the servitors to follow. Several arms and servitors that had been cut off and replaced with welding equipment and engineering guns followed the ground staff neatly, like ducklings following big ducks.

Vito looked up and saw countless dense sparks falling from above his head. The technicians with safety ropes on their waists were completing some kind of engineering welding work. They removed the buckle plates and fiddled with some weird circuits or instruments in them.

The entire lower deck was busy in an orderly manner. The mechanical priests, soulless servitors and naval ground staff worked closely together. Under the interaction of sparks, holographic projections and electronic display screens, the creations of the God of All Machines in the entire space were also operating in an orderly and efficient manner.

Especially the big guy. Vito leaned on the guardrail with both hands and looked down. The platform transport vehicle with heavy tracks that were two stories high was slowly moving in. Its huge body even covered the wide deck between the steel support and the dense steel bar network.

Everyone moved aside when the platform vehicle passed. The yellow warning light kept flashing on the lower edge of the platform. The indicator waved red lights with two indicator sticks to signal the driver to keep going.

The heavy-loaded tracks rolled over the deck, and the roar was accompanied by the roar of the four-mounted high-horsepower engine. The hydraulic structure and transmission belt pushed the behemoth of several floors vigorously, and also carried the giant missile on its back that almost penetrated half of the corridor.

It was an absurdly large missile. Although the naval shells and missiles of the empire were generally large, this missile was still absurdly large. Its size was hundreds of meters long and dozens of meters high. I don’t know what kind of terrible power was hidden in the huge body.

On the wide platform of the platform vehicle, the giant was locked by dozens of iron chains thicker than human thighs. The mechanical god stood beside the missile, shaking the incense burner in his hand, walking back and forth along the missile and chanting the hymn of the God of All Machines. The servo skulls flying around also hung incense burners under them, flying around the entire platform vehicle.

The navy personnel were busy preparing for docking at the launch port at the other end, which was as huge as the warhead. The gantry crane and the super-heavy mechanical arm were moved over, and the heavy-loaded support platforms moved quickly along the sliding track above. The gear structure engaged together, pushing these giant platforms forward.

Vito smiled with relief as he looked at the missile. The Imperial Sky Eagle logo on it flashed a bright golden light, and the iron ring was also engraved with the Holy Spirit prayer written in High Gothic. Although Vito always felt that it was difficult to understand why so much decoration energy was spent on these things that were destined to be taken out and exploded, it was obvious that the Mechanicus was happy to do so.

"You're here, I've been looking for you for a long time and I still can't find you." Cole said, walking from the side of the corridor. He walked under the sparkling working ladder. He walked to Vito and looked down. , and immediately saw the huge missile.

Cole stared at the behemoth on the armrest, "Why are you transporting the cyclone torpedo?"

"Practice?" Vito said nonchalantly. Cole cursed in a low voice and pointed at the giant launch port on the other side of Vito. The closed sliding doors still began to open one by one, and the docking devices all rotated and opened and closed.

The platform carrier vehicle arrived in front of the launch port. The heavy mechanical arms above the steel spaces on both sides began to droop. The huge iron tags clamped the missiles from the front and back. The gantry crane was also hung on the anchor point on the top of the Destruction Object and began to lift the heavy machinery. The missile was slowly lifted up amid the buzzing sound.

"What on earth are you planning to do by ordering them to transport the Extinction Order weapons out and then reload them?" Cole asked sharply, bright sparks falling from him and Vito.

The two stood in the shadow of the busy space. The inquisitor turned around and shrugged slightly. At this moment, the death penalty weapon that could blow up an entire planet had begun to be loaded into the launch port. The mechanical arm pushed the missile from the circular bomb bay little by little. Enter outside.

The mechanical priests operate the equipment closely, and the mechanical arms and data terminals cooperate with each other efficiently. The mechanical skull parts of the Imperial Skyhawk and the Mechanicus are still entering the launch tube, and the torpedo is entering its combat position.

Cole stared at Vito without any sign of giving in. He knew that Vito must be playing tricks, and it seemed that he didn't intend to act now. This was true, because Vito knew that Cole would hardly be fooled, especially Himself, well, at least at times like this.

Vito shrugged slightly. After the projectile completely entered the launch tube, there was a weighing transmission sound, which meant that every safety anchor point had been locked and the cyclone torpedo was ready to be fired at any time.

"I might have to blow up a planet, so I got it out." Vito said easily, while Cole held his forehead speechlessly, and he leaned on the armrest to stay with Vito.

"Are you out of your mind? What planet did you blow up?" "Sustervo." "That's why I said you were out of your mind. That planet is currently being carried out by the Mechanicus for scientific and technological archeology. You fly over and kill the Mechanicus as well." Exploded together with their archaeological results?”

Vito sighed helplessly and looked at Cole, the cold optical fiber reflected on his face, "I'm so idle, am I going to provoke those oil guys?"

"Those idiots dug up a Necron grave and woke up the entire dynasty, and now they're busy fighting those space psychos."

Cole frowned and quickly realized the seriousness of the situation, "The Adeptus Mechanicus accidentally awakened a Necron dynasty?! Your Majesty! Why didn't we receive any reports!"

"Because those two-digit idiots wanted to solve the problem on their own, and they didn't want to let the Empire and the rest of the Mechanicus forces steal their excavation results, so these idiots with short-circuited brains went to fight with the undead on their own. , and completely unaware that if they lose and are destroyed, the undead will pounce on dozens of surrounding empire worlds."

Vito leaned on the armrest and crossed his arms, sparks falling from the back of his head illuminating the black hair, while Cole sighed silently and rubbed his neck.

"Why am I so unlucky in the beginning when I join you? We just finished fighting the Tyranid Hive Fleet a few months ago, and now we are busy fighting the undead?"

"Then you have to ask the Emperor why we are so unlucky." Vito said with a smile and looked at the launch port. The torpedo had completely entered, and the launch cover was immediately closed from above. After a burst of negative pressure vacuum jets, the cabin The spiral stabilizing bolt on the cover also slowly rotated and made a muffled sound.

The communicator on Cole's wrist rang. The captain stood up and turned on the holographic communicator. The first mate's half-length projection appeared in front of Vito and Cole.

"Captain, Lord Inquisitor, we have extremely bad news! We have left the subspace and returned to the physical universe, but according to the auspicious equipment detection, the Adeptus Mechanicus on Suvost is at war with the Necrons. ! The whole low-Earth orbit and the surface are fighting!”

"There is a war zone ahead of us. The Mechanicus fleet is having a fierce exchange of fire with the harvester ships."

Cole looked at Vito with a look of helplessness on his face, while the Inquisitor shrugged quite naturally. He patted Cole on the shoulder and walked to the side of the hanging ladder.

Cole looked at him and sighed and looked at the first mate, "The entire ship is in combat readiness, the void shield is charged, and the macro cannon and light spear are loaded." "Yes! Captain!"

The first officer's image disappeared. Cole turned to look at the platform vehicle that was slowly driving away after loading. He looked at the completely closed torpedo launch tube and sighed helplessly. Then he walked towards the nearest cabin. Door.

The Infinite Frontier's propulsion array began to slow down slowly, and the flickering light of the void shield covered the outside of the battleship. The void battleship was spitting blazing flames and rushing towards the battlefield ahead.

Rush towards the Suvost star lit by green arcs and laser beams.