Burke opened his eyes again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It wasn't that the pain he had experienced had waned, in fact his whole body was still in terrible pain, but a violent jolt brought the fainting agent back to consciousness.

Shaking his head, Burke took a closer look at where he was.

Then an opaque visor was attached to Burke's face.

“…… Hello? Burke said uncertainly.

The mask lifted, revealing its entire mechanical body.

"Report, Observation Subject One has regained consciousness, Your Excellency the Supreme Sage." An apparently machined electronic sound echoed.

There was no response, and it seemed that there was no one around except him...... Maybe add this robot, and no one else is there, but soon, Burke knows that it was just an illusion.

With a flash of light, the mechanical priest from before appeared around Burke with five other robots, a long ugly man with a scarred face, carrying a giant chainsaw taller than a man, a black coat and carapace armor standing next to him, a crimson medallion dangling back and forth on his chest, a large cap over his head, and the emblem of the double-headed eagle shimmering.

Well, a commissar, it couldn't be better.

"You're recovering faster than I expected, has your physiology been optimized, or have you transplanted some optimized organs?" The mechanical priest just glanced at Burke and immediately asked, his tone still not salty.

"I'll consider telling you when I get the chance." Without violating the premise of secrecy, Burke thought that no matter how Burke could not imagine that he could stop the mad curiosity of a mechanical priest.

"So, okay, now, you can get up, right?"

"I think so." Burke struggled to his feet, unsure of what strange thing the mechanical priest had injected into him, but at least he was effective.

Then, Burke subconsciously touched his armor, the nanoarmor was still on him, but he always had a strange feeling.

"Where's my weapon?" Burke asked, looking straight at the mechanical priest across from him.

"I think it's better for me to keep them." The mechanical priest said, looking imposing, "After all, you've just recovered. ”

"But I'm a warrior, and it's the property of the Federation, and you don't have the right to use it."

"All technological creations belong to the Cult of the Mechanics, but, of course, if you insist, then I think you can indeed throw yourself into battle." Then, the priest moved back, and a robot approached with two pistols and the Dimensional Blade, and Burke took the weapon from him, placing the gun on his waist and holding the Dimensional Blade in his hand.

"Thank you." Burke said to the robot.

"He won't answer you, Celex's deep transformation has basically eliminated their ability to react actively."

"Well, I shouldn't care too much." Burke waved his hand, "Let's move on." ”

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"Great shaman, I think it's ......"

Rotten Tooth looked at Zeda's great technocracy who was messing around on the panel of the space ancient garbage with an embarrassed expression, and said to the great shaman of Wazak, "I'm afraid it's going to be worse if it goes on like this......"

"Why? I think he's pretty good. Wazak fiddled with the sledgehammer in his hand with a nonchalant expression, and said indifferently, Millet was happily lying on Wazak's shoulder, constantly knocking on Wazak's iron head with his hairy staff.

"But the Great Shaman ...... I'm thinking that we're going to be left here...... Why don't you call the screw head master first and let him take a look? ”

"No!" With a wave of his hand, several lightning flashes flashed, converging on his hand, and then all of them dissipated.

"I feel it...... This is WAAAAGH calling! Very good, I said there will be a great battle waiting for us next! A blue light emitted from Vazak's eyes, projected not far away.

Then, a sudden scream interrupted the time of the Great Shaman of Vazak.

"Mortal! You've me off! I will get my revenge! I'll tear you to shreds" After the scream ended, a creature with tentacles covered in tattered armor and flames fell in front of Vazak.

"Damn it, damn Dark Relic, what the hell is that?" The guy was still swearing and swearing, unaware that Vazak was standing behind him, and that his anger was soaring.

"Bastard! When I get back to the physical universe, I'll ......" Then, a huge mechanical claw gripped his throat, and blue lightning wrapped around the mechanical claw, crackling sparks on the demon's face.

"Hey, little cub." Vazak said in an unkind tone to the demon that suddenly appeared, "You're fucking looking for death?" ”

"Damn, Greenskin let me go! Mistress Quillon is not something you can ...... This spiritual energy! The god of darkness is above! That's impossible! This is almost comparable to my father! Who are you! ”

The demon struggled harder and harder, and he let out a scream beyond the limits of mortal comprehension, and the flames began to burn up Waszak's arm, but alas, Vaszak's arc was superior.

"Well, then, listen up, you ugly bastard." Vazak grinned, and the smile was terrifying, and extremely malarial.

"I'm Vazak, blow up my head, Brother Mao's divine choice, the great shaman of the orcs, now go back and call some more capable garbage!" Vazak roared, and the claws snapped together, slicing Quylon in two with unrivaled force.

The demon's stump fell to the ground with a muffled thud, and then began to twist and twitch again.

“WAAAAGH！” With a roar of rage, Vazak stomped on top of the severed limb, and a torrent of green washed over the entire cabin, destroying the demon to the brink.

"Is all this garbage now? Zeda, hurry up or I'll kill you. ”

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During the Golden Age, human technology reached a peak that is now unattainable. It's a great thing to be able to get back half of the technology of the past now.

In addition, Mechanism is not a religion of 1+1=2 and the like. However, many of the theoretical techniques that were too advanced and difficult in the past have lost the foundation for understanding and learning in the 40K era, so they have to pass them on in a religious way. (To be continued.) )