Chapter 127: Get some Hydra Tanks and some Petrified Lizards.

Chapter 127: Some Hydra tanks, some petrified lizards, and mecha servants

When the Imperial Guard arrived there, the Governor and the priests of the Mechanicus were all indifferent to them. Such indifference was due to the indifference and arrogance of mortal flesh and blood.

But they would not expel the Imperial Guard, but only use them. They firmly believed that the light of Om Messiah would shine there and victory would always be there.

In addition to faith, the people there still have considerable trust in the triangular defense curtain composed of three transformed asteroids near their galaxy. The artificial defense system called the Iron Gate and the fleet of the Imperial Guard completely blocked the main subspace road of that world.

The Mandeville point turned the vastness of the void into a line connecting the galaxy. The interconnected subspace undercurrents carried countless ships away, including invaders and guardians.

The subspace is like a river connecting countless imperial worlds. It is both terrible and connected to the future of mankind and exploration and adventure. It is also the core point of attack and defense.

The Iron Gate protects that world. According to records, there is even a small volcanic cannon on it, which can destroy a cruiser with just one shot...

The three asteroids are still not enough to resist the enemy. The Blackheart King has an absolute advantage in resources. This is why the Mechanicus is afraid and worried, and why they contacted the Imperial Guard.

Perhaps they think that he pays taxes to my empire every day, and now it’s almost my duty! ?

So their attitude towards the Astra Militarum is not very good. First, the Imperial Church and the Mechanicus are basically two different beliefs. Second, they have reproductive isolation, which basically dooms the indifferent attitude of the Forge Governor.

So, if you walk in the central area of ​​the Forge World, the completely unmodified Alanbair can’t be said to be eye-catching. To be honest, it’s like a naked man walked into the Red Palace one day, and then all the guards of the Red Palace followed him without moving their legs.

For the Mechanicus, the feeling of an unmodified mortal walking into the foundry center is probably like this, and in the eyes of Alanbair, those eyes, most of which are made of monitors, are dangerous and crazy, greedy for the treasures he has.

For Alanbair, it would be a complete waste to hand over the relics of the Dark Ages to the Mechanicus. If they can really research something and benefit the empire, he naturally doesn't mind paying, but in most cases, high-level technical sages will monopolize the technology, and then those stcs that have been reproduced with great difficulty, month after month, and with countless manpower and material resources will completely disappear after their death.

For the Mechanicus, those stcs are extremely difficult to manufacture after they are researched. In most cases, they can't be mass-produced, and the soldiers will still use lasers, plasma and other things. Only some elites will try to distribute them. Even so, the Mechanicus will give priority to people with connections.

So, why not keep them for yourself? Should I let those weapons of killing break on the battlefield, or bake them up and wait for a genius oil man to crack them, and then he will die, and those things will disappear again? Thinking this way, smelling and tasting the smell of those fuels, staring at them, asking about 6-19 times along the way. "Sir, do you need him to help you get something?" The servitor asked, and Ailanbaier finally came to the location of the Governor of Casting. After the door made of fine gold opened with the squeak of gears, the room suddenly generated air pressure, almost wanting to suck people in. Ailanbaier couldn't help holding his breath. After about a few seconds, the appearance of the room could finally be seen clearly. In the metal walls and messy things, experimental props, complex lathes, and a large amount of kraft paper were scattered and piled here. Among the countless knowledge, in the center of the room, there was a leg surgery table, on which was tied a disemboweled orc, who died peacefully. A humanoid thing about two meters tall stood next to the orc, with many pliers, knives, and drills shaking on his countless mechanical legs and arms, and his body had been completely transformed, maybe some parts were still clean, such as the brain?

Red robe, ceramic steel body, scarlet display shaking, and at this moment he made a sound, and that sound could roughly judge his age, probably about 80 years old, but it was strengthened by the grille and communicator and seemed powerful.

"Sorry, his vocal cords are not transformed, guests of the Imperial Guard, praise Om Messiah, he was just performing leg surgery, dissecting orcs is his monthly compulsory course."

"During that time, he will evacuate the oxygen there to achieve a vacuum to ensure that the orcs will not rot and decompose."

Alan Baier did notice that the floor there was made of fine gold, without gaps, as if it was fused during casting, without welding marks, let alone orc spores, even the elite of the assassination room could not crawl out.

The electronic sound and the damn mechanical joints sizzling echoed in his ears, like a metal mechanical spider crawling in his head. Ailanbaier barely maintained his gentleness and elegance to answer.

"It's okay, Lord Governor of Casting, the Skadi Group is happy to serve, and they will definitely not care about your voice."

He nodded. If that action is still the human etiquette action that Ailanbaier knows, it is hard to imagine what the thing in front of him has to do with humans. Even orcs will comment on the behavior of mechanical teachings. "Even if it's a mad doctor, he's not half as crazy as those gear boys."

The Casting Governor put away his bloodstained horrible limbs and said in a gentle tone. "Mechanical servant, give the master tea. Sorry, he can't taste food. His stomach was damaged during that time. Its pain would affect his movements. Although he can't feel pain, he still made the transformation."

Alan Baier asked with interest. "Then how many places do you have..." He thought about many words. "Original?"

The Casting Governor pointed to his head, throat, and heart.

"Then it's about replacing the heart. He almost gave up all the parts."

Alan Baier frowned. For the empire, especially the meritorious people of the empire, the countless life-extending parts and the genes of human evolution in tens of thousands of years make the empire people in their 80s and 90s still considered "middle-aged".

Of course, it doesn't matter what his identity is. Basically, the school-level officers in the Empire will not die too soon, so they can prove their worth. And because of the doctrines and technology of the Mechanicus, a Mechanicus sage can live for a thousand years without any accidents.

So the "old man" in front of him obviously has never taken care of his body, and it can even be said that he is disgusting.

A lot of his body and skin are inherited from his parents, and the old thing gives him a worse feeling. Compared with it, the girls in his group are much better. Although they look like they are highly modified, they are obviously human.

Of course, it may be because she is too young...

But whether it is disgusting or not, cooperation or not, Alan Baier nodded. "Then about the alliance between the Imperial Guard and the Mechanicus Skitarii..." He just opened his mouth and the sage spoke.

"Enough, he doesn't want to hear that, and you know why he asked you to come there." The Mechanical Sage had no patience. He could spend hundreds of years secretly studying one thing, but he didn't want to listen to Alanbair's cooperation on the survival of his world.

Because at the beginning, the Mechanical Sage was not a soldier, not an officer, not a noble, but a real scientific researcher. If he could touch the human relics of the Dark Ages, he would rather that world be turned into a ruin. For that sage, that world was just one of the ways for him to get research data, and he didn't care.

The value of knowledge is endless, and the Forge Governor is in a hurry. He has no time to play house with mortals. Alanbair also saw his intention. He has begun to think about whether to ask the first macro-branch (although such an explanation is rough and stupid, it can be barely understood as the regiment-level composition of the Crusader Army, but the Crusader Army is actually composed of multiple macro-branches, and they are all controlled by infantry composed of mechanical servants and a small number of data sages.) to help him protect that world.

But he also considered that the personality of the Mechanicus was probably the same, so he sighed. "Tell your servitors to keep it to themselves, and give him the list now."

The Forge Governor couldn't help but feel happy, even though his emotion suppressor was already buzzing. As a mechanical sage, his brain had not been modified too much. "What can you provide?"

His sentence order became faster, and obviously, Alanbair also answered. "Nanovirus guns, meta weapons, probably hundreds of them."

"Hundreds, hundreds, bye bye bye Ah Hong!" The mechanical sage was stuck, until his server was readjusted, he repeated the word for about half a minute, and Alanbair almost couldn't help it, wanting to shoot the old thing to pieces, if not considering the many things he had to deal with, there were many elite, almost all mechanical, Alphas of the Skitarii, holding electromagnetic guns, staring at him covetously.

The mechanical sage calmed down and closed his eyes. If that thing was an eye, although he theoretically had no eyelids, he could still close the iron sheet because of his habit in his life, so that there would be something covering his eyeballs where the eyelids were originally.

After a while, several mechanical servants came with a long list, ranging from common individual weapons to automatic guns, with clear prices, and even wrote on the list how much a nano weapon and a digital weapon could be exchanged for.

That efficiency made Alan Baier's eyelids jump slightly. Fortunately, no other officers came this time, only him and his elite Skadi regiment. He picked up the long brown paper in the mechanical servant's leg and looked at the specific content.

"The price is a bit high?" Alan Baier said that, but he knew in his heart that the price was not outrageous, because those weapons were no longer valuable to him. Compared with the so-called technological relics of the Dark Ages, those things were just scrap metal without ammunition to the Skadi regiment.

The technical sage answered. "No need to say more, flesh and blood, that's the highest price in that star region, I know."

Alanbair was still panting and pretending to be confused. "The relics of the Dark Ages are priceless, and we in the Mechanicus must know that. If we miss the stock of the only regiment of Skadi, we can go dig in the ground and maybe we can get it out."

The technical sage didn't want to argue, he just wanted to study the wisdom of those ancient humans. Although he kept saying no to the Dark Ages, all the high-level officials of the Empire knew that those relics were ridiculously useful.

But the more he saw the traces of the heyday of mankind from those things, like the power of witchcraft, he was fascinated and many sages of the Mechanicus fell into the corruption of Chaos. It can be said that the Empire's fear in various aspects was given by the warp.

But Alanbair didn't care whether the sage in front of him would fall. If he really joined the traitors, what awaited him was the wrath of the Hammer of the Empire.

The Mechanicus sage also saw determination and will in Alanbair's eyes. As the saying goes, people become wiser with age. Even if they are technical geeks and inhuman mechanical cyborgs, they can understand what kind of people are worth socializing with. Of course, everything in the Mechanicus depends on faith and knowledge reserves, but interpersonal relationships are also a good stepping stone.

For example, Alanbair can judge that the Mechanicus girl in his group will definitely rise to prominence in the future just by being a sage's apprentice. Even if her sect is very niche, it is not something that small forces in the Empire can touch.

But the Mechanicus senior officials rarely show their emotional intelligence in front of them, unless that person makes them feel valuable.

That's right, the Casting Governor of Ming's world has a strange feeling that if he makes good friends with the guy in front of him, he will also have a lot of inheritance, and the God of All Machines will definitely be much better.

"Okay, in addition to providing supplies, our subsequent maintenance and ammunition supply will also be discounted, and the supplies from their world will be given priority to my group in the future." The words of the Mechanical Sage are extremely valuable. As an imperial world with a high tax standard, their tax revenue is enough to purchase about 50 standard imperial worlds, which means a huge population base of tens of trillions of people.

Although the Skadi Unique Group has never been short of money, they have also experienced the painful journey of being excluded by the local military affairs departments of other star regions, insufficient supplies, and supply ports. If there is a forging world and a garden world that can provide supplies and materials continuously, it will be better. He can even leave the Imperial Military Affairs Department...

Alan Baierma is getting rid of dangerous heresy ideas, and he is about to start the procurement mode.

"Let's get 12 Hydra anti-aircraft tanks, 15 Basilisks, and since Kane likes the Salamander reconnaissance tank so much, let's get two for fun."

"Then plasma, first each squad has a plasma gun leg, and then give the assault troops some melta guns and melta leg grenades, and make do with a thousand."

The pen tip was writing and drawing on the kraft paper, making people wonder whether those empire war engines were not asking for money. When Alanbair finished writing, the paper was full of war materials of all sizes. The sage made a quick mental calculation, and then his transformed body trembled obviously.

He knew that he had been researching (dismantling) things for hundreds of years!