A lone Chimera armored personnel carrier, crushing the fresh dirt that had been turned up, slowly drove towards the top of the hill from the gray mist.

The metal tracks crushed broken bones, iron pieces and stones, making a "crunching" sound, and as the sound approached, the square front face of the armored vehicle gradually became clear.

A naked little giant with only its upper body left was suspended from it.

Hooks of cast iron pierced the limbs of the captives, nailing the angel of the emperor to the shell of the armored car.

He hung loosely in shackles, his head bowed, his black hair covered, bathed in the pain of his life, his skin separated from his muscles, and his muscles separated from his bones, and he was cut through a thousand holes, but his torn lips made no sound, only the slight sound of the tracks crushing the dirt.

The organs were like a bunch of rotten grapes that were dragging and pulling, swaying under his wide open chest, and the blood was still dripping in the form of liquid, colliding on the paving, but it was no longer as eager as the rain, and the physiology of the space marines, despite the immortality engraved by the genes, could only store so much blood.

"Uhhh

The armored car shuddered and stopped in front of everyone.

Witness this.

Fu Qinghai and the three of them were silent together.

Fifty-Six's eyes widened, and he hurriedly stepped forward, reaching out to support the starmarine's chin.

He revealed a mutilated face destroyed by viciousness, his face, which had perhaps once been so cold and proud, was now only naked little blood vessels and blood-soaked layered muscles, and curly and wet black hair drooped on the scarlet skinless face.

Even his eyelids were removed, and his eyeballs, which were not covered by eyelids, stared at the non-existent nothingness, and his pupils had already lost their brilliance.

"Also...... Luckily, it's not Sutter Farland. ”

Fifty-six sighed and whispered:

"I thought he was captured by the Iron Warriors."

Fu Qinghai took a step forward and asked in a deep voice:

"Who is he?"

Fifty-six lowered his head and whispered:

"I don't know his name, only that he was one of the three Raven Guards who were captured along with Satterfaran on the space wreck."

This is a Chimera armored personnel carrier with all weapons and turret removed, Camille opened the perspective of his helmet, carefully glanced around the armored vehicle, and said:

"Khan, there's only one servant in there."

Fu Qinghai nodded, he saw a data board, which was tied to the armor plate with duct tape, and a line of words was written crookedly in blood:

"A small gift for Mr. Sutterfarran."

The blood stains had dried up, Fu Qinghai reached out and tore off the tape, took down the data board, and turned on the screen.

In the picture, there is a video from a selfie perspective:

In the dark and dark underground space, three hateful and twisted Chaos Space Marines are sitting around a campfire, smiling insolently at the camera, the flesh on the sides of their cheeks torn through to reveal steel-clad fangs and black-spotted tongues.

There was a corpse lying next to the bonfire, the pottery steel armor on his chest had been shattered, and a Chaos Space Warrior raised the iron skewer in his hand, on which was strung a piece of meat that Fu Qinghai felt familiar, and connective tissue was still adhered to around the meat piece, the Chaos Star Soldier put the meat skewer on the bonfire and roasted it slightly, and said with a wicked smile:

"Sutterfarran, I heard that your legion is facing reconstruction, quack, don't you want this thing very much, huh?"

With that, the Chaos Space Marine took a bite of the meat skewer into his mouth, chewing it vigorously and wantonly, light red juice spilling from the side of his torn cheek, and then his tongue curled, swallowing the eroded flesh into his stomach.

The screen goes off and the screen goes black again.

That's the gene seed.

Fu Qinghai knew about this kind of behavior.

In the eyes of fear in later generations, the genetic seeds taken out of the bodies of loyal space marines also have a special name - sweet preserved meat.

Chaos Space Marines don't get much from eating genetic seeds, and they simply humiliate loyal Space Marines with this behavior, as many warbands desperately need it to recruit new soldiers.

Fifty-six put his arm on the side plate of the armored car, rested his forehead against the arm armor, and closed his eyes in agony:

"I hurt them."

"I could have ...... If I had tried to figure it out, I could have saved them all, fuck. ”

Joshida was breathing heavily, his face flushed, and he clenched the steel claws in his hands in anger.

Camille had already finished inspecting the entire armored car, walked up to Fu Qinghai's side and whispered:

"The steering wheel was fixed, a servant was strapped to his seat, and the engine fuel tank had no more or no promethium, which burned out when it came to us."

Camille pointed to the corpse, which was still hanging from the frontal armor, and said:

"Underneath the vertebrae, there was an armor-piercing grenade that had been pulled out of the latch, and the firing pin was pressed against the bone."

Fu Qinghai nodded:

"I see it."

It seems that the Raven Guard, named "Satfarran", has caused so much trouble and loss to the Iron Warrior that the other party wants to provoke him in such a way.

Fu Qinghai thought in his heart, and saw that No. 56 was about to step forward and take the body off the armored car, Fu Qinghai hurriedly stopped him:

"Wait a minute."

Fu Qing elevated the plasma pistol and said:

"He's dead, let him rest in peace, stand back."

No. 56 took a few steps back according to Fu Qinghai's request with a blank face, Fu Qinghai raised his gun to aim, and pulled the trigger.

The plasma beam flashed.

"Boom-"

The crow guard's broken upper body was completely blown into a pile of corpses, scattering in all directions.

"Let the bones be collected."

Broken bones and flesh were sprinkled from the air, and Fu Qinghai dropped a sentence and led Josda and Camille to leave, joining up with the Mechanics forces outside the camp.

……

Master Quintor led the cathars and armed servants in a low-lying flatland.

The short old man carried a cogwheel axe taller than himself, like a staff from a pestle, a standard weapon for technical priests and technical sergeants.

Fu Qinghai had almost never seen Master Kunto take out this gear axe, and he felt that it had been reduced to a ritual decoration.

Sure enough, Master Quintor said:

"Little Locke, I've handed over command of the cathar to you."

Fu Qinghai nodded: "Okay, master." ”

The Cult of the Mechanics has advanced weaponry, powerful individual firepower, and a loyal cathar. The firepower level is sometimes even higher than that of the Imperial Guard and the Space Marine Legion, but strictly speaking, the Technopriests are still scholars rather than officers, and with the exception of a few outliers, they can fight, but they are not good at it, so Master Quintor chose to transfer the command of the troops to his student, an Astarte trained in professional war command.

With Master Kunto's operation, the information and data links of the cathars and armed servants were integrated into Fu Qinghai's helmet, and a series of character commands flashed on Fu Qinghai's retina like a waterfall.

Unlike Master Kunto, as their master, who can directly command remotely through encrypted data, Fu Qinghai does not have any mechanical plug-ins in his brain, so Master Kunto has to upload and match Fu Qinghai's characteristic information to the data network.

"OK, Dendrimonic Networks I or III."

"Neural Networks: Wireless Pathfinding Linked."

"Upload ...... Superstructure. ”

Rolling doctrinal directives, each with the exclusive authorization of the sage of Quintor Anastasia, the cathars regard this brain-invading command as the sheer will of the god of all machines.

As one of his most perfect works, Fu Qinghai's body data, including the voice, fingerprints, iris, and even the size of Xiao Mingming, Master Kunto knows it well.

"The link is complete, and the command path has been established."

As soon as it was completed, behind the ridge, two Space Marines walked over, it was Fifty-Six, and a Raven Guard wearing MK6 Raven-type power armor.

Matte matte black paint, embellished with gray and white tones, black hair close to the scalp combed back into the back, pale and indifferent, eyes dark and dark, inlaid with two service nails of one gold and one silver on the side of his forehead, exactly the same as Qiao Shida's, he hugged the helmet with a sharp beak on the breathing grille at his side, and came to Fu Qinghai without saying a word.

This is the Raven Guard Sutter Farran, whom the Iron Warriors hate?

Fu Qinghai took off his helmet and said:

"I'm sorry for what happened to your comrade, brother."

The old Crow Guard shook his head, did not mention the matter of his comrades-in-arms, and said directly to Fu Qinghai:

"I know where the Iron Warriors' transports are hiding."

The voice is flat and there is no trace of emotion.

Fu Qinghai could hear the suppressed monstrous anger lurking underneath.

Fu Qinghai's eyes lit up, and he nodded slowly:

"I see."

Fu Qinghai thought for a moment, turned around, looked at the cathar soldiers lined up at the bottom of the hillside, and shouted loudly:

"Warriors of the Mekhan!"

The sound is deafening, the intracranial implant sizzles due to the interference of the connection, and the data is transmitted directly to the cathar's mind, and the hearing is not a vibration captured by the human ear, but a code directly processed by the brain.

"Praise the Divine Cogears, the Divine Oil, and the Divine Spark!"

Fu Qinghai continued.

"We carry out the will of the Ohm Messiah and are here to complete his work in the place of the great God of Machines, and this most sacred task does not allow for any mistakes."

Fu Qinghai looked around at his soldiers, who stood in the depression like silent chess pieces on a black-and-white checkerboard.

"The fallen enemies have broken with the God of Machines, and their filthy existence has desecrated all pure souls and the word 'truth' itself."

The mountain breeze blew through the depression, the grass and trees swayed slightly, and the corner of the rust-red burqa lifted with the wind, revealing the hydraulic system at the base of the thigh and the rotating joints of the bionic arm, and the calves and arms replaced by titanium alloy were like insect arthropods.

"Receive His blessings and remember all that you have acquired in His name."

Fu Qinghai raised one hand, his fist covered with his armor waving high, and the mechanical prosthetic eyes of the cathars lifted with his movements, and he saw the gear on his left shoulder armor wrapping around his skull.

It bears the same emblem as them, the same rust-red color as their burqa.

Agrippina is gray, Springs VIII is black, and Reza is orange.

Not every casting world can use Mars Red.

"We are the wrath embodiment of the omniscient mechanical god!"

"We are the sharp minions of the all-powerful god of machines!"

"War is our sacrament!"

Fu Qinghai yelled.

Then, he paused for a second, suddenly put away his high-pitched emotions, and said softly:

"Initiating the Joint Decontamination Protocol."

"No traitor can leave alive from this planet."

"Not one."

That last word turned into a sonorous stream of data that stirred through the cerebral cortex of every cathar.

……

Master Kunto stood not far away, watching Fu Qinghai stand on the hillside, making an impassioned speech and delivering a pre-war speech.

His central matrix could feel that although the pioneers and rangers were silent, the static electricity flowing in the data network was already filled with surging battle intent, and the gears and cables between the bionic limbs were also vibrating gently.

He was a natural speaker, a demagogue.

Master Quintor silently assessed in his heart.

No. 56 and Sutterfarran and others also saw Fu Qinghai's pre-war mobilization of the Mechanistic Sect soldiers from a distance.

With the exception of Camille, the rest of the recruits had listened to their commander's pre-war speeches in their past military careers, some short and some lengthy.

But they had never seen an Astarte commander give a pre-war speech to the cathars.

In most battles in the past, the Cathars, Controllers, and Titans were controlled by a Dominator who was responsible for front-line command, rather than by an Astarte Techno Sergeant.

For the soldiers of the Apologetic Army, Fu Qinghai's voice command method is also a novel experience.

There are layers of chain of command in the massive apologist army: bishops, alphas, soldiers...... The technical priest remotely controls his cathars, and without opening his mouth, he can directly use the form of data link to complete all one-way communication and instructions.

But that doesn't mean the cathars don't have hearing and sight.

Conversely, for rangers whose eyelids have been cut off, whose eyeballs have been enhanced by optical imaging equipment, or even directly replaced with mechanical prosthetic eyes, their vision in various dim conditions is more powerful than that of ordinary humans, and even surpasses that of Astarte - depending on how much his technical priest is willing to spend on replacement.

The vanguard, on the other hand, is covered in armor, with a red robe on the outside of the armor, and his head is completely wrapped in an inverted iron pot-shaped metal helmet, leaving only a pitch-black horizontal slit and a shining electronic eye, and his body looks a little more "strong" than that of the rangers.

The stronger the cathar soldiers, the fewer flesh and blood parts on their bodies, and the more mechanical parts they have, the cathars that the rich oil guys have pinched out must be a little stronger.

The positioning of the rangers is hunting, guerrilla, and reconnaissance, while the positioning of the vanguard is assault, assault, and defense, both of which are classic types of light infantry in the apologetic system.

Fu Qinghai did not do micro-manipulation one by one, but delegated the command authority of the rangers to the Apologists Alpha, and let the five squad leaders lead the rangers to break up into pieces, and go out to all directions of the marching formation, using the perfect information gathering ability of their respective mechanical prosthetic eyes to act as their own eyes and ears.

At the center of the line were iron-clad vanguards, encircling the five Astartes in the middle, and at the end were heavy cavalry fighter servants whose tracks kicked up a cloud of dust.

Master Kunto had already returned to the research ship, and as for the mortal soldiers under No. 56, Fu Qinghai asked them not to participate in the battle with the cathars.

Don't finish a fight and find out that everyone has cancer.

……

Everyone is heading towards the location of the Sutterfarran discovery.

Where the Iron Warriors hide their ships.

Fu Qinghai summoned his own jetpack, which had been cruising above the clouds, swooped down, and instantly merged with Fu Qinghai, and then Fu Qinghai rose from the ground in the ring of dust that washed the ground, soared upward, and penetrated the clouds again.

It's so handsome.

Fifty-six tilted his head back with envy.

Sutter Farran also tilted his head and silently stared at Fu Qinghai flying high.

That's not the height that a normal bag jumper can reach.

The Midnight Lord and the Raven Guard are the most popular legions of Pack Jumpers, and none of them have a love of flying in their genes.

The taciturn Dark Raven Warrior didn't know that Fu Qinghai's high-profile move was deliberately done to show him.

Fu Qinghai soared high in the air, his helmet vision pulled in, scanning the distant scene.

He converted the picture information he obtained into binary data packets, bytes and phrases were superimposed on each other, neural synchronization was directly linked to the meninges, and orbital maps, holograms and sensory signals were shared and transmitted from Fu Qinghai's helmet, like lightning, directly into the brain of each cathar.

"Let me see everything." Fu Qing ordered.

Alpha, the Ranger Alpha, who lurks in the forest and moves quickly, the servo skull rising behind his shoulder.

The Scout Servo skull, half grey bone, half data matrix, with gears rotating around the skull like a ring of thorns.

Through its enhanced optical array, the servo skull transmitted back images it had captured in the forest, and the data was uploaded via a cable to a visualization processor inserted in the Ranger cerebral cortex, where it was centrally processed and fed back to Fu Qinghai.

Thanks to the supercomputing power of the Brain of Moduoke, Fu Qinghai's eyes blinked, and the picture quickly zoomed in and out, and the external information processor of the technical priest was not needed, and the huge and complex information was processed in a few seconds.

The Cult of Mechanica's information-based warfare.

But the premise of this method of warfare is:

1. The Goliath-class foundry docked in space orbit serves as the central matrix of data network links.

2. The all-new All-Interstellar Marine's Mordork Brain can process information like a real technocratic priest.

The most important points:

3. There is a logician, the superrational master Varnack, who is ensuring the security of data transmission.

The Warhammer 40K universe has always had a place in electronic information warfare, and many battles have already been fought in the information field before the guns and swords are fought, whether it is a space naval battle or a ground battle.

Astarte communicates tactical information through voice communication, which seems to be less advanced and efficient than the Mechanica, but in this way, when facing the traitors of the Dark Mechanica, there is still a risk of being hacked, and it is not as safe as Astarte to communicate with his mouth.

Fu Qinghai was secretly comparing in his heart.

"Found it!"

The muzzle of the front ranger had locked on an unaware mortal soldier, dressed in the uniform of a warlord unit, standing guard and patrolling in a bored manner.

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