Chapter 82 Angel's Wings (Please Order)

Chapter 81 Angel Wings (please order)

When Deimos and Phoebus are at apogee and perigee, you will surely be honored by the Messiah of Om.

The golden armor is dazzling, surrounded by wind and clouds.

The Lord of All Machines reigns over all peoples and rules over all human territories.

His glory shines all around, and no one in the scorching sun dares to compete with it.

Tarkis froze on the spot, recalling the scene when he first saw Ohm Messiah on Mars in the warm light.

again.

Mankind's Manifest Destiny appeared before him.

Two rows of burly warriors wearing golden finely crafted power armor walked out of the storm bird's open hatch and stepped into the obsidian hall with neat steps. They lined up neatly, looked at each other, and held ceremonial bolters on their chests, forming a simple guard of honor.

During one piston pumping time.

The Daughter of the Messiah of Ohm appeared before the Forge General.

Tarkis devoted almost all of his body and soul to the great God of All Machines, Om Messiah, but even so, he still found some amazing beauty in the archangel.

Every detail on her body, even every feather on the wings on her back, represents mathematical harmony, symmetry, and perfection.

There is also a power in the light that shines around her.

Power deep into the soul.

With her arrival, omnipresent light flows in the heart of every machine.

It brings kinetic energy, heat, energy and light.

It feeds the furnace and drives the engine.

The soul of a great machine exists in every gear and device, flows through every cable, and infuses every piston and the beating heart of every engine.

Without it, the universe would be a dark, barren place, a dead place devoid of light and existence.

"I think I should kneel down for you." Tarkis looked at the angel and murmured.

The moment the light enveloped him, the incongruity in his mechanical body disappeared in an instant.

His soul was attached to the steel body he was proud of, and electrical signals flowed smoothly through the cables that made up his body like blood.

"When I meet you, I remember meeting your father for the first time on Mars."

Tarkis fell into memories and continued to speak.

His little thought of confrontation and uncompromising disappeared out of the sky the moment the daughter of Ohm's Messiah appeared.

Sanguinius was not the first son of the Om Messiah he had met. He had followed the Forge General of Mars to meet Horus, the Wolf-god of the Sixteenth Legion and the Returned Son.

At that time, he was just a great sage of automation engineering in the Mars Mechanicum.

But he remembered it clearly.

Horus showed no similar abilities.

So, Tarkis continued, "You are very similar to your father. You are a special one among the descendants of Ohm Messiah."

"Ah, sorry..."

Tarkis soon realized that what he said was a bit arrogant, "This is not the topic I am here to talk about."

A string of friendly red lights flashed in his electronic eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.

The pale, corpse-like smile, coupled with the strange red light flashing in the eyes, did not convey the friendly atmosphere as Tarkis expected.

In fact, the mood on the scene became a little tense. Azkelon, who was following the archangel, gently stroked the butt of the gun with his fingers.

"No, that's not meant to be offensive."

Sanguinius stepped forward, nodded slightly in greeting, and then said with a smile: "I have not returned to the Empire for a long time, and I don't know much about many things. I am satisfied to be able to get some things about my father from you. It’s a curiosity I’ve always had.”

“If you don’t mind, I’d be happy to share this knowledge with you.

In the empire.

Although this knowledge is little known, it is hardly a secret. "

Forge-General Tarkis replied:

"When the Om Messiah came to Mars, it rained and the light of the stars disappeared. He healed the machines and healed the Titan's legs, so we knelt before him and swore allegiance to him."

General Tarkis' electronic eyes looked at the archangel in front of him and continued:

"I thought I would never have the chance to witness the power of Ohm Messiah again in this life. But I was wrong. I sensed in you the same power essence as your father. So, General, I think even if you are It is also special among the original bodies."

"I will make good use of this power." The angel replied.

"This general has guessed the origin of you, the daughter of Om Messiah. Now let us start discussing the business. I am willing to provide services to you and your legion as required by the Holy Covenant. But this matter involves all aspects , in order to avoid future trouble, we need to negotiate.

This may take a while.

But trust me, the time is worth it.

They will allow your army to operate more efficiently in future operations. "

"Thank you for your understanding." A smile appeared on the Archangel's face, "To be offensive, I thought there would be some twists and turns in this conversation."

"If things develop according to normal circumstances, there is indeed a probability of more than 70% that similar situations will occur. Although we are two sides of the imperial double-headed eagle, we ultimately represent different interests. With different interests, conflicts will naturally occur."

General Talkis said sincerely, "But sometimes personal power can allow us to put aside disputes and seek common ground while reserving differences."

"This is naturally the best thing."

The Archangel smiled, and the Primarch of the Legion shook hands with the general of the Forge World to express friendship, "You are an enlightened ruler."

"No, you are wrong."

General Talkis said, "I can't accurately understand the meaning of this word, but I have heard people say more than once that I am stubborn, cold and inhumane. I take these words as compliments, because the machines of Om Messiah should be like this.

But you are different.

Even the machines of Om Messiah will operate more efficiently and harmoniously in front of you."

"Uh..." The smile on the Archangel's face was slightly stiff.

She thought for a while and replied, "Thank you for your compliment."

"Daughter of Om Messiah, I am not deliberately complimenting you. General, I am just telling the truth. Machines never lie."

After that,

General Talkis turned around.

Leaving the Archangel and the members of the Holy Blood Guard who were looking at each other in bewilderment, he walked towards the mechanical corridor deep in the hall.

The Archangel waved his hand, not caring about Talkis's strange temper.

In fact,

this kind of official business, sincere words.

And the image of attaching great importance to efficiency is very popular with the Archangel.

Following the steps of Talkis, the Forging General, he walked forward through the long and dark corridor, and at the end was a huge freight elevator.

The temperature inside the iron box-like elevator was very high, at least about 70 or 80 degrees, and the air around was slightly glowing red.

Two mechanical sages in scarlet robes were waiting here.

Although they were not as exaggerated as the Forging General Talkis, at a glance, at least more than 80% of their flesh and blood were replaced with hideous machines.

They were all very tall, comparable to the fully armed Astartes, and there were also thick mechanical arms extending from their backs.

When the Archangel was in the same room with them, the two mechanical sages were obviously a little nervous.

Sanguinius heard the sound of electricity sizzling in the energy core.

"Who are these two?"

Sanguinius nodded slightly, as a greeting, and asked the casting general Talkis.

"The one on the left is the civil sage Lin Ya, and the one on the right is the mechanical sage Avia. They are my deputies and deputy directors of the Corcyra world." General Talkis introduced them briefly.

Mechanical sage Avia nodded slightly to the Archangel, as a greeting.

Civil sage Lin Ya raised his head, and a stream of snowflake-like numbers flashed in his bar-shaped electronic eyes, and finally a simple emoticon appeared -

(￣ー￣)

Hmm~

It should be a smile.

Sanguinius responded with the same smile.

The wide freight elevator is as large as two or three hundred square meters, enough to be used as a parking bang for some small spacecraft. Even with the Primarch, three Mechanicus sages, and more than a dozen Astartes of the Holy Blood Guard standing here at the same time, it didn't seem crowded at all.

Amidst the buzzing sound, the freight elevator went all the way down.

The temperature around was still rising, and steam mixed with the smell of steel seeped out from the gaps in the elevator. The sound of the hammer hitting the iron felt came from far and near like some kind of rhythmic symphony, and the floor underfoot was buzzing and vibrating, because of the constant acceleration, it was always in a slight sense of weightlessness.

This canyon is incredibly deep.

They have now descended at least four or five hundred meters, but their speed has not slowed down at all.

Azkelon looked at the casting general with a slightly aggressive look.

The Forge General seemed to be unaware of this. He just looked at Sanguinius and said to himself, "It will take some time to reach the warehouse on the lower level. Please allow me to introduce you to the history and specialties of the Corcyra Forge World."

"The Corcyra World returned to the rule of the Empire in the early days of the Great Crusade. Before that, it was a planet ruled by a feudal dynasty. The scale of the Corcyra Forge World is not particularly large, but the complete industrial facilities are enough for it to produce common armored vehicles including Land Raiders, Predator Tanks, Mastodons and Rhinoceros Armored Vehicles."

Land Raiders and Predator Tanks are two common heavy firepower supports on the battlefield.

Mastodons and Rhinoceros Armored Vehicles, while having heavy armor and considerable firepower, can also transport dozens of Astartes warriors to the core of the battlefield.

Even with the return of the Primarch, the Ninth Legion began to receive more resources from the Military Affairs Department.

But as the saying goes.

Distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. The Ninth Legion is still in the dilemma of lacking heavy equipment.

The equipment produced on the world of Corcyra can obviously greatly alleviate the lack of heavy firepower for the Ninth Legion, but the surprise does not end there.

Clang!

The freight elevator finally reached the bottom of the canyon.

The heavy metal door in front of it slowly opened to both sides with the sound of hinges pulling. In front of it was a huge warehouse, where the war beasts were lying in rows.

In the red light brought by the promethium brazier, a hideous luster flashed.

The air was filled with the smell of rich incense, and even formed white smoke visible to the naked eye.

Threads of white smoke.

As the scarlet robe of the Great Sage swayed, it swayed to both sides.

"When the orcs invaded the Andros galaxy, General, I had already prepared for the worst. I hid these sacred war machines in the deepest part of this canyon, and the stupid orcs did not notice this. The treasure of the Messiah."

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General Tarkis said proudly:

“As you can now see with your own eyes, these machines have been completely preserved.

I can feel the divine spirit of machines longing to crush the enemies of the Empire on the battlefield, and I hope you will grant their wishes. May the God of Machines be with you. "

At the end of the warehouse is a solidly sealed door.

This portal almost fits tightly with the surrounding iron walls. If you don't look carefully, you won't notice the existence of the portal at all.

Being treated like this by the thoughtful General Tarkis, there must be a great treasure hidden in this portal.

This is indeed the case.

General Tarkis put his hand on the wall.

A long electronic screen appeared in front of him, with high-frequency scarlet light flashing on it.

The scarlet light flashed at the same frequency as General Tarkis's electronic eyes, and it lasted for several breaths before the defense mechanism was verified.

Click!

Accompanied by the sound of gears turning.

The iron portal protruded outwards, then moved downwards and disappeared.

This iron gate was a little narrow and Tarkis could barely get through. The archangel had to turn sideways and bend slightly to pass through. The space inside suddenly opened up, with the same smell of incense and engine oil, but without those huge war machines.

What is stored in this small warehouse is not armored vehicles.

It’s individual combat equipment——

Jump pack!

The jump pack greedily sucks in a large amount of air through the reinforced turbine air inlet at the top, and then sprays it out from the twin turbine directors at the bottom after being pressurized and heated by the promethium engine.

The jump backpack can be directly installed on the armored power backpack and has a very convenient disassembly device.

Its appearance allowed the Astartes to fly short distances.

It can break into the battlefield from various incredible angles, fall from the sky, and cause physical destruction and mental shock to enemies in large numbers. Azkelon had heard about some technical sergeants' ideas for a jump pack, but he never imagined that he would actually see a real completed product in front of his eyes.

His breathing suddenly became rapid.

I imagined the scene of fighting side by side with my mother on the battlefield and falling from the sky. Under the helmet, the corners of Azkelon's mouth raised involuntarily.