Surrounded by enemies, this squad was completely disconnected from the main forces of the Order camp that were gradually taking control of the situation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If you look at the situation in which Burke finds himself today, there is no doubt that this sentence reflects the dire situation they are facing now.

The enemy, everybody

Everybody, ever

Everybody, everybody, everybodyever, everybody

After all, the guys who had been making a lot of trouble again and again before, and were in the depths of the enemy camp, the few guys that Burke followed were also people who had no concept of the so-called secret operation, whether it was the mechanical priest who was full of ancient technology and frontal scare, or the one who was basically no different from the orcs, except for WAAAGH or WAAAGH's one-eyed political commissar, it was basically the same thing.

Therefore, it is basically impossible to keep a low profile, and such a big fuss, especially under the premise of helping the Emperor Champion to slaughter a big demon recently.

The problem has aggravated indefinitely.

"How do these things look so much like your Mechanic stuff?" The rude, ugly-looking commissar slammed his fist into a twisted humanoid with half of his body replaced by a machine, and thrust the Splitman Saw over the head of the Chaos servant, and with a slam pull, the Chaos Servant was shattered and dropped everywhere.

"Because they're the stuff of the shameful traitors of the Dark Mechanics, look at these servants, mixing flesh, machinery, and twisted subspace energy, tarnishing the depraved rituals of mechanical purity, the filthy sharp horns...... These are their symbols, and it just so happens that I was going to look for them. Tia chopped off the mechanical brain of a Chaos Combat Robot with a single sword, and then stabbed the Perfect Blade into the inside of the robot, shattering the internal structure of the Combat Robot with the Perfect Power Field "Now, I have caught his tail. ”

Burke had no intention of participating in this conversation, the Dimensional Blade was not a weapon that these simple cyborgs could withstand, and their mechanical bodies were not much tougher than the Cultists' flesh and blood bodies in the face of Phase Cutting.

But a new enemy is always not a good sign, although from just now, Burke felt that the previous zombies seemed to be affected by something, so that they became more and more powerless, and many zombies even stopped their activities directly, just stood stupidly, and even fell directly to the ground, and there were many corpses that turned into unconscious corpses again.

These situations reminded Burke of some materials he had read in the past.

There is information about the Void Device.

However, this large-scale void phenomenon, it stands to reason that the current level of science and technology of the Federation is still unattainable, after all, the current state-of-the-art void shielding device, the level that Burke knew before his retirement is only the level of covering a radius of about a few kilometers, and even now, it is only a few tens of kilometers.

As for a whole planet? This will take at least a few hundred years of technological accumulation to do, and of course, with the help of external forces, the process will be faster.

Well, it's clear that Burke, while not in charge of the outreach project, has always heard a few words.

At least, he used to have an old buddy in charge of connecting with the Space Necromancy, a race of intelligent mechanical civilizations.

An ancient race with a long history far beyond the Federation's imagination, and while many aspects of this race are hidden under a deep veil, and many of their overlords, the ruling class of this race, have fallen into delirium and madness, their powerful and wise and incomparably ancient leader, the Lord of Silence, remains intact and willing to sacrifice his power for the future of the galaxy.

After all, as early as the 20k Golden Age of Humanity, a Phase-iron that could suppress psionic energy probably had some of the information from these ancient rulers.

Then, the supporters this time are likely to be them, after all, in Burke's influence, only they have this level of technology.

As Burke pondered in his head, he flung out his pistol and slammed a precise acceleration solid bullet into the head of a transhuman, blasting his entire head into the air.

In any case, if Chaos is weakened, then the action on their side is simpler, it is nothing more than to recover an STC, even if the Dark Mechanic Sect really comes, according to the current situation, they must not be able to send more reinforcements from subspace.

Space necro technology is no joke, and if they are sure to cut the subspace and the real plane in this area, then they can undoubtedly do it.

"Tia," Burke said, turning to Tia, "you're saying these are the Dark Mechanics?" That's all they have? ”

Burke seemed to be tired of honorific titles and called Tia by her first name.

"Your words are strange." Tia crouched, then leaped to her feet, swung her perfect blade in the air, decapitating a dozen Dark Machine minions, and then lifted the Northern Strategist's Coat.

Then, a pulse of energy rushed forward, carving out an entire pathway.

"They are pathetic traitors of varying abilities, Burke, their minds are corrupted, and their mechanical creations are equally illogical, but ......"

"Sometimes, indeed," an evil, dry whisper sounded, "some truly great ideas are also hidden in our exploration of his subspace and mechanical truths." ”

Then, a crimson laser slammed into the chest of the last Fortstar Soldier and blasted it to pieces, and in the midst of this terrifying declaration, a man in black robe slowly stepped out of the darkness, tall and evil, strangely shaped battle robots guarding his sides.

The lower half of the body of the comer was like a scorpion, a red flashing laser cannon hung on his tail, several pairs of mechanical arms with weapons glowing red slowly moved, and the black robe covered his body, only a pair of red lights at the eyes could be faintly seen.

"Yes, Father Tia, my dear sister." The visitor said this in a dry whisper, and then pulled out a pair of twin knives wrapped in electric light from his waist, "My mentor, Lord Lester, the great director of the dark forge, ask me to convey his greetings to Master Draco, the director of the Kakab forge, and he says that your head is a good gift." ”

Tia didn't answer, and a subconscious glance out of the corner of Burke's eyes saw Tia subconsciously clenching the perfect blade in his hand.

"In the name of the highest glory of Mars and the supreme Omninessia, my calculations prove that I will cut off your head to clear your treachery!"

Then the fighting resumed.