The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The sages sent by Angstrom were stationed in an almost abandoned factory area. Obviously, the red pirates did not treat the original facilities of the planet very well, but they did not cause excessive damage. The most urgent task is to restore them. Production capacity, because the logistics line of the expeditionary force is shifting to a farther direction, and the troops on this planet must be "self-sufficient" as soon as possible.

Although there was strict traffic control in the war zone, Arni's status as regiment commander allowed him to freely enter and exit most areas, so when his armored vehicle came to the factory, there was no hindrance along the way.

It is said to be a factory area, but because the reconstruction requires a lot of manpower and material resources, a small city has been formed. Various shacks and dilapidated houses spread like leeches outside the towering chimneys, and dirty slaves wearing metal collars lived in the narrow They trudged through the streets of the city, their skin stained with oil, brushing past scribes, servitors, and priests of the Mechanicum.

Most of the slave workers here are captives who surrendered, and what awaits them is to atone for the emperor for the last time with their fragile lives.

Of course, there are also "ordinary people" living here, most of them are low-level technicians or affiliated personnel serving the Mechanicus, there are even small businessmen, and priests representing the state religion.

Anglican clergymen in rich silks passed by the stalls, surrounded by slaves and servitors, who chanted sparsely, trying to get the attention of the crowd, while hordes of private skulls hovered above their heads, murmuring frantically.

"People from the state religion are also here?"

Arney noticed the national church team outside the car window, and Suhrab beside him nodded.

"The future development of this planet will require more population. The state religion has organized many jihadists this time, and they will be the main force for future colonization and recovery of the world."

"Ha, I'm afraid the state religion just wants to get an extra piece of the post-war pie."

Arney sneered, no one knew more about these state church priests and so-called state church families than he did. They pretended to be more simple than the other, but lived more luxuriously than the other. He knew that a "highly respected" bishop had three illegitimate children. more than ten.

At this time, Suhrab also laughed and said:

"By the way, young master, the Werner family is also here, and they can also contribute to this operation."

Hearing the name of his future marriage family, Arnie frowned.

"They? What are they doing here? It's only going to add to the chaos."

"Hey, I can't say that. What we need most for this plan is military strength. Their fanatics may not have enough combat strength, but they are definitely enough. And... young master, your fiancée Danica is also here. "

Arnie's brows furrowed even tighter.

"What is she here for?"

"Look at you, you are her future husband, isn't it a matter of course?"

Arney curled his lips and said nothing, but recalling the other person's face, he felt a little inexplicably looking forward to it, after all, he hadn't seen a serious woman for a long time.

The armored vehicle moved forward without slowing down. The water splashed by the puddle splashed on the slave laborers, but they didn't even have the strength to get angry. walk.

Soon, they arrived outside the main gate of the factory. The driver stopped the car and opened the hatch. Arnie and his followers got out of the car. Each of them was wearing a breathing mask. The Mechanicum's disregard for environmental safety is well known. Yes, they are used to the clean air of the nest, and their resistance to most poisonous gases is very low.

There are fewer people here, dumb servitors pacing back and forth, carrying fuel cans, or dragging huge tool boxes with their hydraulic mechanical arms.

One or two of the servitors had bionic eyes that popped out like sparkling gems when the light started to dim.

Afterwards, the heavy factory gate opened, and Arney felt a chill as soon as he stepped through the threshold. The place was surrounded by air-conditioning, and he subconsciously made him wrap up his military coat tightly.

"Commander Arney, welcome."

A male mechanical priest with little modification came over, a servo skull floating above his shoulder.

"My name is Lux-13, and I am the second-order attendant of the sage Fipatrick."

"Hi, Father Lux-13, I need to speak to the Sage about something."

"The sage is checking the progress in the machine servant workshop, please follow me."

Following the priest all the way, Arney found that they needed to go through a food processing workshop first.

If it wasn't for those termite tunneling machines, he really wouldn't want to set foot in this dirty and filthy environment. This place is so dirty that it doesn't look like a place where food can be produced. There is a thick layer of grease on the walls and floors. The porters pack the produced food with dull eyes, most of which are corpse starch and ration sticks.

And these things are all transported out of several noisy huge machines. Row after row of raw materials are put into the machines, and then the most boring protein food is made into the most boring protein food with technology that he doesn't understand. them.

But that's not all.

Arney tried not to watch the process, but out of the corner of his eye he could still see the servitor throwing a bunch of corpses into the meat grinder.

Those corpses were just ordinary human beings, some of which had scars from laser guns, but most of them seemed to be exterminated mobs.

Suddenly, Arney felt that he stepped on something, he stopped and looked down, in the black stains.

At first he thought it was just a piece of metal, but then he realized it was a black iron wing, an aquila split in two, the style and size most common among Astra Militarum.

Because he stopped suddenly, the priest who led the way turned his head immediately, and stared straight at him with the light green mechanical prosthetic eyes.

"What's the matter, Captain Arney?"

Arney's heart was pounding and he tried to resist the urge to throw up, but he held back and moved his foot away.

"It's okay, let's continue."

Afterwards, they passed through the food processing factory and came to a deeper facility. The light here was very dim, only the lighting **** in the eye sockets of the servo skulls shone in the darkness~www.wuxiahere.com~ shone with despair in the cold shine.

The place is much cleaner than before, and the army boots still creak when walking on the slippery floor.

And the servo skulls, after entering here, also began to play binary carols on a loop.

Although Arney just felt a little harsh.

Servants are not unfamiliar to him, but he has never thought about or seen how those living machines that obey instructions are made.

The overall structure of this place is huge, and the main body is still made of cut rocks. The walls and pillars are dark gray, covered with frost that clings to it, which shows that the temperature of this place is very, very low.

"The throne!"

Suddenly, one of Arni's attendants suddenly yelled, raised his head up, and looked terrified.

(end of this chapter)