The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Vol 2 Chapter 2084: Borrower (below)

Seeing the sudden movement of the entourage, Arney immediately raised his head, and immediately saw above them, a bloodless corpse like a frozen fish hanging from the ceiling.

It was a strong middle-aged man, completely naked and with a shaved head, his eyes were open and staring, his throat had been slit, like a bled animal before slaughter, a clean cut line extending from the neck to the ear.

At the same time, his hands and feet were bound, and he was hooked by a sharp metal hook, and his ankle was partially pierced.

Suhrab has seen a lot of the world, did not show surprise, coughed lightly, and said:

"Gyogi, don't make a fuss, this is the temple of the Omnissian, so be pious."

The priest leading the group then recited a prayer.

"The return of life is in the arms of the Omnissiah."

Sohrab then walked over to Arney.

"Master, let's go."

The pale-faced Arni nodded and started to walk. In fact, he was not shocked by the corpses. He had seen all kinds of corpses in the past few days in the army, and there were no corpses that could surprise him.

What really shocked him was that the act of manipulating people like livestock was just above their heads, row after row of human bodies were hanging on the conveyor belt, everyone had their heads bowed, frozen stiff by the cryogenic temperature, there was Old and young, men and women, pale skin and dark skin, bony flesh bare.

The human superiority proclaimed by the priests is as ridiculous here as the broken sky eagle emblem trampled into the mud.

The standardization of the Adeptus Mechanicum is icy brutal in this place, with each man wearing a hook, ear and toe tags, and an identical cut on his throat.

Arney hoped that these people were mobs, but he saw some people had tattoos on their bodies, which were the more common type in the Astra Militarum.

Probably, for the sages of Mechanicum, the honor and dignity of the dead are not worth mentioning.

The next room was larger and colder.

The floor and walls are clean off-white, colored by lights of different colors. Rows of neat assembly lines are busy in operation, cumbersome mechanical arms are up and down, conveyor belts are rolling forward, and tools are shining in the frost Glowing, screens of all kinds flickered across the array of humming contemplators, lifeless slave laborers kept moving back and forth, and at the head of each conveyor belt stood a member of the Mechanicum, their red cloaks stained with Some frost, and the metal on their bodies should be as cold as their hearts.

Arney didn't want to look at the things on the conveyor belt, but his attention was completely out of his control. Some of the corpses had broken arms and legs, or were being removed, their torsos and heads were still intact, and they were approaching There is also a huge steel device written in binary language on the wall, rows of specimen jars are placed in the cages in the corner, their glass has been covered with frost, and there are floating brains inside—

For those corpses that have been cut up, higher-level personnel will cut open the skulls to start the real transformation, and those brains that can no longer be used will be transplanted into new brain wetware according to the actual situation of the body. And those whose bodies are confirmed to be of little value will have their brains taken out, and where will those corpses be sent afterwards?

Arney remembered the previous food processing factory—

"This is Sage Philippatrick."

They came to the huge array of contemplators, and Suhrab walked up to a priest in a crimson robe with silver trimmings. The metal organ, with a high bulge on the back, can see some metal tanks of chemical reagents, and its face, well, it's hard to call it a face, it's just a metal mask of many observation units and detectors.

Arney is quite familiar with these people. On the one hand, there are mechanical priests serving in the family, and on the other hand, his father often invites some senior Mechanicus members who work in the hive to visit his home.

Instead of saluting the Skyhawk, he took out a gear badge and held it in his hand, then bowed slightly.

"May the Omnissian bless these great and holy machines, hello Sage Fipatrick."

"Hello, Captain Arney."

A monotonous mechanical voice came from under the mask. Although some emotional unit simulation components were added, it was still difficult to speak like a living person.

Moreover, while the other party was talking to Arney, the mechanical arm behind him kept knocking on the array of thinkers, showing the superb ability of being single-minded and dual-purpose.

"Sage, I heard that you have three termite tunneling machines here?"

"That's what I told Mr Sohrab."

"Uh, that's right. We plan to launch a quick strike against those traitors and try to end the battle in the shortest possible time. Therefore, we hope to borrow those three termite tunneling machines."

The visual observer of the mechanical sage flickered slightly, and then replied:

"Can."

Arney was a little surprised by the other party's straightforwardness, and he even thought that at least some conditions would be raised.

Then he immediately realized that Suhrab had probably already negotiated terms with the other party, or reached some kind of deal, but the specific content was probably related to the mining of the planet. After all, Arni’s father is still the chief For the person in charge of logistics, there are still a lot of benefits that can be exchanged, which means that it doesn't matter whether he comes this time or not.

Suhrab's intention for him to come here is obviously not only to get to know this sage who may be closely related to his family business in the future, it is more likely that he wants to let him realize the real "cruel" side of war and weaken his unnecessary power. compassion.

Arney wasn't sure if his point of view had loosened, but looking at the corpses, he suddenly realized that there was indeed some kind of unbridgeable gap between himself and the soldiers.

"Commander Arni, why did you refuse my request to use the fallen soldiers of your regiment? We urgently need a lot of biomass now, and burying them in the soil or burning them ~www.wuxiahere.com~ is an unnecessary waste."

Hearing the question suddenly raised by the other party, Arni thought for a moment and replied:

"Because they are my soldiers."

"Soldiers are just consumables, and they have 99.1% overlap with servants in terms of positioning and function."

Arney pursed his lips. He didn't like this way of speaking, and he also found that his point of view had not wavered.

"This is a promise and an obligation. I have the right to let them die, and I also have the responsibility to let them leave with dignity."

The sage looked at him, said nothing, and turned to continue his work.

Arni also got his wish and borrowed the termite tunneling machine he needed, and then he found Olanios and told his decision. The other party didn't say anything, but asked for a lot of weapons and equipment. Give what you want, give as much as you want.

(end of this chapter)

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