Recently, there have been a lot of transfers within the Mechanic Sect, and although it is the permission of the Foundry Director, those gear boys can't help but wonder where those mechanical creations will go, what emotional suppression will be in the final analysis, and what will serve Ommise wholeheartedly and serve the God of Machines.

In the end, Mechanicism is still driven by intellectual curiosity, but through mechanical transformation and faith to escape the spell of one of the Chaos Gods, the Lord of Change.

I have to say that they are very smart, this method is so smart that the emperor agrees, and even... It may have been his own plan for this approach, but in any case, the Mechanics would be absolutely useful to humanity, especially at the end of the dark 40th millennium.

"Hurry up, this box is very important, you stupid servant!" The strong stream of data stimulated the body of the transporter, and while the slow progress was due to the fact that they were praying for the departing Hydra tank and those things, they were still very good at blaming something else.

No, it can even be said that the "training" of servants is the daily routine of individual priests, who still have a high degree of attention to their own creations, doppelgangers.

But the priest still said to his companion. "I didn't expect the Foundry Governor to give this thing to the Imperial Guard."

Another said. "We can't figure anything out of it, but can mortals really harness such an engine?"

His data eyes flashed, well... Complex human nature, then said. "I've been defending her for so many years, and I still can't change it, maybe the Imperial Guard can..."

The one who asked said. "Don't think too much about it, the god of all machines bless her."

The two red-robed guys glanced at each other, and no more questions were asked, just watching the huge machinery slowly move in.

After those Imperial War engines entered the transport planes, large and small containers approached the place where the only Skady regiment was stationed, and during this time the Skady only regiment, or Skady battle group, compared to the current unit of several regiments.

They now have a military base of their own in the hive, and with the approval of the Governor of the Foundry, they are at ease in doing anything in this world...

They can enjoy the rotten atmosphere of this world, the disgusting folk customs, the inhabitants here are not human at all, you can't buy anything, they won't sell it, there is no black market, trade, nobility in the world of Mechanicism, only countless prayers, repairs, knocks, gears or bells.

Alan Bair was in his office, thinking about how long it had been since he had eaten sweets, they were now disconnected from the Ministry of War, and they could no longer get normal supplies, even if he complained that the chocolate issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs was synthetic, and those cookies had no taste, but something was better than nothing.

It's okay to rely on this star system alone to feed the daily needs of tens of thousands of Imperial Guards, but everything better is in the hands of the Empire, and the only Skadi regiment, once an elite unit, rarely feels a shortage of supplies even when traveling.

Whether it was the one-eyed plundering of the nobles' property over the entire city of Karew, or Mr. John's penchant for supplies for the Imperial Guard after taking office, the only Skadi regiment kept hunger away, and even often enjoyed snacks and delicacies.

And now that Alan Bair pried open his lunch, a canned Golomon saw dried pieces of meat, and the fat that often stuck to it had been cut off before it was processed, and although the supplies were still sufficient, it was a sign that Karui City, or the star system, could no longer afford the huge war expenses.

Once the army is in action, the fuel, personnel supply, administrative transfers, and ammunition needed for the engine of war are indescribably large, and the consumption of producing them, transporting them, and those consumption alone is enough to crush a world.

Alan Bair looked at the dry chunks of meat under the promethium lamp, stained with soup, and he should have eaten them with gratitude, but if the war raged, such supplies would make the situation worse, and a calorie deficit would be murder.

"Staff, how long has this been circulating with us?"

The staff officer put away the card he was playing. "About 3 weeks ago, I asked the Void ahead that the war had begun, and most of the supplies should be sent over as much as possible, and the oil would be used for the maintenance of the battleship, and some of it would be used to make new individual rations."

Alan Bair said. "As a caloric additive, it was broken and applied to dry food, and finally we couldn't even eat the kind of soft mud issued by the Ministry of Military Affairs."

Although the taste of that kind of emergency individual ration is criticized, as a commander, Alan Baier has to evaluate that with only three bags, the tactical belt can be put down, and the energy and swelling satiety are enough to support a day's forced march, but it will only lead to malnutrition, which is simply a gift from the emperor.

But those things are not available now, and canned food and starch can be used to fight a defense war, but in the case of a raid, it must be those soft mud that is better, he has imagined that the oil is smeared on the biscuits, and he wants the soldiers to swallow the greasy flour bricks.

"Damn, we need the Empire, I have to admit that although the Ministry of Military Affairs has been scolded by us all day long, we can't live without him..."

Although the Ministry of War has been repeatedly emphasized as the most useless and stupid within the Empire, and even the Imperial Guard will insult him, such a large, stubborn, and corrupt bureaucracy is still the only existence of the Empire that currently reconciles and supplies hundreds of millions of Imperial Guards.

The resources generated by the imperial world alone can definitely supply one army after another, but the imperial world does not have the powerful transportation capacity of the Ministry of Military Affairs, even if the Ministry of Military Affairs is the blood vessels that the old empire is full of high blood pressure, often blocked, and filled with greasy, but blood vessels are blood vessels, and people cannot live without blood vessels, just like the empire cannot do without the Ministry of Military Affairs.

The Imperial Guard is rootless water now, and they have nothing until the subspace storm ceases completely.

But those chaotic thoughts were soon interrupted by the roar of the humming engines, and dozens of Mecha transporters arrived to demand that the Imperial Guard open their warehouses.

"Here, I've ordered the goods." Alan Baier immediately turned on the communicator. "Open the warehouse, let those oil guys in, don't let them mess around, and bring the hoes and stuff I've prepared, and those Dark Age guns that don't have bullets."

Alan Baier tidied up his military uniform, he was indeed a little slack during this time, and even looked sloppy, but presumably those oil guys wouldn't care.

He walked into the warehouse where the transports had landed, and the only group of Skadi provided the Mechist with a small chest, which needed a war engine made of fine iron that had spent years of forging the world.

Looking at such a "fair" deal, Alan Baier felt a little proud in his heart.

Technology monopoly, kid.

But on the other hand, in the eyes of those oil guys, Dark Age technology is almost priceless, so it's not clear who earned it...

When the ancient human relics were pushed by the soldiers of the only regiment of Skadi, the mechanical priests all showed incredible expressions, and when they went from uncertainty to realizing that the mortal troops in front of them had really put the equipment that could be used as holy relics in ordinary containers, the mechanical priest let out a rather fluctuating sound.

"Medium... Lieutenant Colonel, are you sure? We don't need upholstery, tempered glass, prayers or strong enough stances or anything? ”

Alan Baier looked at the box of "waste" and replied. "Forget it, it's nothing, if you want to go find a place to get some more next time."

There is a translation of the shooting assist system and an untouchable mode of Alan Baier, this universe basically has no place to go except for subspace and the nests of major races, as long as it is human heritage, he can dig it, so naturally he can't look down on those "garbage".

But for the Mechonists, those weapons and equipment are treasures that require countless sacrifices and battles of the Guardian Army to obtain, and the priest feels the number of mood swings today, more than in the decades since his transformation.

"You... He held back his breakdown, even though his servo skull kept emphasizing his emotional instability, and after he managed to stabilize his emotions, he called dozens of highly modified elite cathars to carry away those treasures.

But the courtesy was reciprocated, and he spoke. "Lord Lieutenant Colonel, the Void War is over, and General Macato, the Commander-in-Chief of the Iron Gate and the Gondelva Western Theater of Operations, has secured this Celestial Domain."

"But the war is not over, the relevant reports have been conveyed to your tactical tablet, according to my records of you, you are not usually in the habit of checking them, especially remind you."

Alan Baier scratched his head. "Done? So fast? "He didn't carry a tactical tablet at all, and he even used it except to receive layers from the battleship.

He was really a bit incompetent as a commander, but ... He looked at the staff officer. "Staff officer, why didn't you tell me?"

The staff officer replied. "The Ministry of War manual requires Imperial officers to inspect the Holy Tablet at least once a day to update strategic intelligence, and I think a good commander like you can do it."

Alan Baier frowned, good words, first turned responsibility into obligation, then pushed the problem back into his face, and then praised him.

"Okay... We'll talk about it later. ”

The staff officer watched Alan Baier turn his head back, and immediately wiped the sweat from his forehead with his fingers, and at this moment the Mecha also replied. "In addition to the supplies required by the standard, we have additional gifts."

He drives his mechanical neurons, electromagnetic waves or something in the air, and hundreds of servants open a huge transport ship with all their might, and the cargo inside reveals its ferocious fangs and oppressive aura.

She currently has no driver, and can only move forward with the full force of the servant, her massive body is about 2-3 times the standard shape of the Riemanus, and her huge barrel that can fire accelerated secondary propulsion rockets is as black as a void.

It was something that the Imperial Guard commanders and Imperial Guard soldiers would be crazy about, with black paint and scorpion-like barbed markings on it, and the slightest bullet marks and broken tracks were signs of age and war.

But no one will dislike her for being a second-hand, and even only second-hand goods will be greater.

Alan Baier swallowed. "The emperor, his old man, this is Taiwan, poison blade?"

The Emperor Poison Blade and its countless modifications are one of the oldest Imperial tank designs still in use.

It has some of the standard Dark Tech era stencil technology that exists only on its own architecture.

These STC technologies are limited to a dozen casting worlds, and the main Emperor Poison Blade is still produced by Mars.

Legend has it that in the past, the Imperial Poison Blade served under the Emperor's command as a whole division, and it was extremely lucky for an Imperial Guard to have a company of three vehicles, but most of the time there was only one.

Because the Emperor's Poison Blade is in extreme demand, this is because it has a powerful destructive power and tenacious survivability, and at the same time, such a steel behemoth can inspire high morale in the troops.

Many "fake" giant tanks, consisting of only thickened shells and cannons, are also used as poison blades to boost morale.

But the original Poison Blade had a better engine, better heat dissipation, a better main gun and a lot of power, and the way to say goodbye was simple, Alan Bair quickly walked behind her, climbed into the cockpit, and looked at the characters carved next to the driver's seat.

"Casting World, Mars, Vehicle Name, Dr.2457716.

Once a member of the crew, Captain, Jayne. Cotteyne, Lieutenant, Bannick... Experienced..."

Alan Bair's head was buzzing, it was a real thing, and he immediately crawled out of the inside of the poison blade and asked the mechanic priest again. "Why give me so... Gift? ”

The mechanical priest replied. "She was once in a service with the Heretic's Flesh Engine, and after a violent explosion, she had irreversible psionic interference that made her almost impossible to function, and her mech, though still loyal, was clogged up by the Heretic's stuff."

"Not even the mechanical priests of Mars, the techno-sages, or even the techno-sergeants of the Space Marines could erase her curse with physical replacement, and the wizards commented that no one could unravel her sorcery."

"But after some time, a servant master gave the only answer, and brought her to this casting world, where her soul would be liberated when this world faced suffering."

"But as you can see, she's been docked here for four hundred years, and the crew has long since turned to dust, and even Mars has almost forgotten about her existence."

Alan Bair looked at the mechanical priest. "You think I can help her?"

The mechanical priest replied. "No, she'll help you."

Although Alan Bair knew that most of the Imperials regarded the technology of the Mechanics as sorcery, he knew very well that the Mechanics were not proficient in psionic powers.

"Do you believe those prophecies?"

The priest replied. "Because I can't save her, it's all the same there."

Alan Bair replied. "It's so pragmatic." He patted the body of the Emperor's Poison Blade. "Thanks for your maintenance, I'll get her moving."

There is no hope for the mechanical priest. "I hope so..."

When the transport plane slowly left, the soldiers of the only Skadi Regiment and the 113th Regiment of Foraxita also rushed in, to touch and feel the machines of imperial honor, but no one dared to approach the Imperial Poison Blade, they only dared to watch from a distance.

Except for one person, the lieutenant shouted at the poison blade. "Boss, you're really a big baby, open it for me!"

Alan Baier immediately grabbed the idiot. "If you dare to touch her, I'll let you wipe the toilet for half a year!"

The second lieutenant immediately stopped, looking at the beautiful poison blade with resentment, and the constant laughter of the other soldiers.

Until Alan Baier suddenly saw the captain of the 113th Regiment of Foraxita staring intently at the poison blade.

What is the name of her former head of the regiment, Jayne... Alan Baier shouted. "Captain! Captain Kelis Arcade! What is your former regimental commander called?! ”

The captain replied. "His name is Jayne. Nocht, sir! ”

Same surname? Alan Byer thought for a moment, this mech was a curse that began four hundred years ago, and the 113th Regiment of Foracia was... Three hundred years ago, and Jayne. Mr. Noctor has lived for the entire three hundred years because of the mechanical life, which is to say...

Could he be the descendant of the commander of this crew? Although Alan Baier does not believe in fate, he said. "You come on, Captain, I trust you more than the second lieutenant's fool."

The captain immediately waved his hand. "I... I can't, I haven't driven, I've only driven hammerhead sharks..."

She has been fortunate enough to become a regular soldier from the legacy of the empire, let alone driving a poison blade and becoming her commander?

Alan Baier said. "I believe that only a soldier like you can harness her mech."

The captain still shook her head until she was pushed by her teammates. "Go ahead, Captain, our commander."

"We've got your back forever."

The captain had only made up her mind at this moment, and she stepped into the cockpit, taking with her the best soldiers of the 113th Regiment of the Foraxita, but it was useless for them to press the engine, and the pistons were driven only in a low voice.

The fuel is already full, is it really not working? When the captain was disheartened, the dog tag of the former regiment commander hanging from her chest suddenly fell and landed on the record next to the driver's seat.

[Jayne. Noct [Jayne. Cotteyne] The two names were like razors scraping into the captain's heart, she wasn't sure, but...

"Follow me, ma'am, I'm Jayne. Heir to Major Noct, I'm the Imperial Guard, I'm the Hammer of the Empire, if you still hear it, don't sleep! ”

She pressed the lever again, the piston, but still, quiet, disgusting quiet, and as she sighed, ready to give up, let go of her hand, the poison blade buzzed and roared.

At this moment, the Sleeping Beauty lady was reactivated after four hundred years, under the spiritual inheritance of countless generations of humans, the Emperor's Poison Blade slowly moved forward, the entire garage shouted, and the huge monster drove directly into the training ground, causing the surprise of most of the Imperial Guard, and the priest on the transport plane, looking down at the camp, surprised that the iron skin on his face was distorted.

He shouted. "The prophecy is true?!"

At this moment, an oil guy has a slight doubt about materialism...

Ensign, stay away!

(End of chapter)