The mechanical priests of the Mechanicus are serious explorers and devout believers, and in their opinion, machines and bodies must not be confused, and any use of technology, no matter how small, must be tested repeatedly, and any heretical technological behavior that goes against the will of the mechanical gods is not allowed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, there are also heresies, blindly crossing the boundaries that cannot be crossed, and even throwing themselves into chaos, channeling unclean chaotic forces into machines and bodies, and constructing terrifying monsters.

And Lester, the great heresy that the survivors and hateful Mechanic Priests and Mechanic Hunters, fearfully call the Taboo Rewriters, is the archetype of the degenerate who indulges in this evil and filthy mechanical transformation.

Nearly a millennium ago, Lester was just an ordinary mechanical priest, doing day-to-day maintenance work without any new ideas, but after a chance witness to the terrifying power of the apocalist demon engine during a battle, Lester began to be fascinated by this novel mechanical creation.

Once you have taken the first step of the Fall, each subsequent step is much easier.

Lester disguised his secrets with diligence and piety, and began to work hard to discover the STC technology, which took six centuries of disguise and continued contributions, and eventually Lester became the Forge Director of the card instead of the Six Forge World, but this was only the first step in his own conspiracy.

In his secret laboratory, Lester began to summon demons, and captured them, dismantled them, and assembled them into terrifying war machines, no one knew about the crazy experiments of the Forge Director, perhaps the Inquisition's Mechanical Order and the Holy Hammer Order realized something, but when the mad demon engine rushed out of the laboratory and began to wreak havoc in the forge world, the Inquisition's secret fleet had not yet reached this remote forge world.

The demon engine army was unstoppable, and almost in a day, the vast army of filth killed half the inhabitants of the world, and the slaughter was finally echoed by the subspace, and the evil god, though it is not known which one, responded to the horrific blood sacrifice, and the raging subspace storm swept through the periphery of this world, and when the storm finally dissipated, Card instead of Six disappeared into the material world forever.

And within the Eye of Fear, there is a terrifying demonic forging world, a filthy world that is forever producing constantly optimized and improved horror war weapons.

Instead of Six and Lester, both of them have found a new home.

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"Drive faster, we're going to grab those horned cans!" Wazak rode his motorcycle, rushing in the middle of the group, shouting at the truck from time to time.

"Boss, it's already the highest speed! Half of the right side of the Tagged is gone! The sound of a broken gun came.

"Then put him back! Where is the screw head? ”

"Here, Great Shaman!" Screwhead drove his four-wheel drive with many cranes hanging from behind.

Vazak stared at the screw head carefully, and for some reason the guy seemed to be a little bigger.

"Screw heads! What did you eat? Vazak asked unconsciously.

"What? Great shaman, what to eat? Screwhead asked, subconsciously kicking the ass behind him.

"No, I was wrong." Vazak shook his head: "What happened to the cannon I made you whole?" Where are you pretending? ”

"Right here, Great Shaman!" Screwhead patted the cloaked and tattered scaffolding behind him, and the four-wheel drive vehicle in the middle was obviously a little taller, and from time to time electric sparks erupted from the car and fell to the ground.

"I'll leave it in my car, just waiting for your words."

"Good!" Vazak said, then shouting to the convoy: "Everyone, stop!" ”

With a shout, a puff of black smoke suddenly rose from the engine of each big dirty car, followed by a crackling sound like popping beans, and the team finally stopped before it ran apart.

"Now, everybody start fixing the car, screwheads, get your crackling cannon out, and shoot it in the direction I'm pointing!"

Wazak raised the staff of Mao in his hand, and the sparks on the staff gradually converged and pointed to a mountain peak in the distance.

"That's it, let him waaaagh a shot!"

"Hurry up, smash the gun carriage to the ground, quick!" Screwhead ran up and down, ignoring the special operations boys around him who couldn't do anything about the dirty cars that kept exploding, pushing each other, and beckoned the fart to uncover the cloak.

Then, a large, sparkling, large, gauge cannon thick enough to fit a kid into it revealed his figure.

"Wow!" All the boys looked at the cannon with envy.

"He's so shiny!" Rotten Tooth couldn't help but say.

"Yes!" Xiaomi also showed a silly smile and agreed.

"Uh-huh!" Vazak interrupted the boys' discussion: "Now get down to business, screws, adjust the cannon." ”

"Yes, great shaman, it will be fine soon." The screw head scurried onto the 4WD, waving the tool arm in his hand and the manipulator behind him, quickly assembling and assembling the cannon, and finally, the cannon began to crackle loudly.

"It is done, Great Shaman."

"What are you waiting for? waaagh!”

“waaagh!” All the boys began to shout as well, and the screwhead raised his tool arm and smashed it against a big red button.

With a loud bang and a crackling sound, a huge ball of electricity tore through the silent night, illuminating the dark plain like the sun, and all the boys couldn't help but cover their eyes, only Vazak still opened his mechanical prosthetic eye, and watched the sun cross the distance and crash into the faintly visible mountain.

The intense white light blurred Vaszak's vision, and when the light disappeared, Vaszak blinked and found that the peaks of the mountain had been evaporated.

"Okay, Screwhead, what did you do......" Vazak turned his head and was about to speak, when he saw the cannon begin to glow red.

"Get down!" With a shout, Vazak threw the screw head that was standing stupidly, and then slammed it to the ground.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and Vazak felt the ground tremble violently twice.

By the time Vazak stood up, there was only a huge crater left where the crackling cannon had been placed.

"Scum, Screwhead, you're going to have to build a new crackling cannon!" Vazak shouted in remorse.

Screwhead struggled to his feet from the ground and tapped his prosthetic brain, seemingly unrelieved from the aftermath of the explosion.

"Ah, great shaman, why are you over there?"

Then the screw head saw the crater of the explosion and raised his robotic arm.

"Where's my car and the crackling cannon?"

"Blow it up, technician, just blow it up!" Rotten Tooth stood up with the millet who had just been covered by him, and shouted at the screw head.

"Blow it up!" Millet shouted excitedly, raising her little hand alof, an arc of lightning darting between her fingers, startling Rotten Tooth.

"Screwhead, you stay here to fix the car, black gun boys, pick up weapons and go with me." Then, Vazak walked over to Rotten Tooth and pinched Millet's face as gently as he could, and Millet smiled happily and raised his little hand.

"Behold, Daddy, shiny!"

"Woo, yes, good!" Vazak stared at the shivering tooth after hearing Millet's name, and then looked at the orange-red arc again.

"Excellent! It's very tasty, keep it up! ”

Then, Vazak lifted the rotten tooth with one hand: "You have thought about the day, right, rotten tooth?" ”

"Spare your life! Great Shaman, I did my best! ”

"Ah, is it?" Vazak smiled sinisterly: "For the sake of millet discharge, I will spare your life." ”

Without waiting for Rotten Tooth to show a relieved expression, Vazak raised Rotten Tooth above his head.

"But that doesn't mean I'm going to let you go!"

Then, with a powerful throw, and with the energy that Vaszak was carrying, Rotten Tooth flew out with a scream.

"Alright, let's go!" Vazak watched with satisfaction as Rotten Tooth disappeared from sight, then announced loudly.

“WAAAAGH！”