Loved the cold and terrible void more than the damn breath and the mess of the Clan Forge World, and the sound of pistons and gears opened the completely sealed air valve, and after three days of sub-light travel, Alan Barr came to the Iron Gate, now the land of orc pillage.

"You don't have any air fresheners?" These were the first words he had when he stepped into the flagship of the Astral Army, the Cologne.

The non-commissioned officer next to him immediately returned. "Yes, sir, we don't have any more!"

Alan Bair shook his head, and said to the staff officer, "You really don't have a sense of humor, if it were a Skadi soldier, it would definitely be more interesting to answer." ”

The staff officer coughed. "That, this is the mental outlook that a real Imperial Guard soldier should have, regimental commander, please don't bring our crooked wind in."

It was not Alan Bair who answered him, but Lieutenant General Makato, who still carried the Storm Troopers, but with very few soldiers than Commander-in-Chief Zivan, who was often assassinated, and more like the ceremonial team.

He said. "It's okay, it's okay, if those so-called crooked tendencies can mold my soldiers into the same way as the Fourth Skadi Regiment, I admit that such a bad atmosphere is good."

Alan Baier was neither humble nor arrogant, saluted as a subordinate, and then replied. "No, the only thing that can shape them is war, a war of blood, a death of iron, and you don't need to worry about my feelings, Skady is the first and only regiment."

said the lieutenant general. "Sacrifice is worth remembering, and the nature and shape of what can be forged in a furnace is not something that a blacksmith can control, and you obviously have a special skill."

As a special group, the staff officer can not be respected, but in the respect of his friends, the staff officer still expresses his respect.

"Lieutenant General, a beautiful war."

Makato replied. "If you don't dislike me for handing over the Iron Gate to the orcs, then I'll thank the Emperor for his old man, let alone the beauty."

"I've lost the treasures of the Mechanics, and I've left thousands of priests trapped in aliens, and I'm guilty."

Alan Bair shook his head, then spoke to Makato. "Only the God Emperor and a few high-ranking officers know about the affairs of the orcs, what sins do you have, it's just that the orcs are afraid of heresy and have entered the gate of steel."

At this moment, the officers here are silent, the cooperation with the orcs cannot be regarded as well-known in the Astral Army, but the junior officers are at least completely unclear, you know, the entire Western Military Region is only known to the officers from the colonel upward.

For the Mechonists, the cooperation is even more strictly confidential, so it seems that the lieutenant colonel is right, and they can even blame the Mechonia for their "dereliction of duty".

Makato laughed. "You kid, okay, let's go to the conference room, Father Mechanic and Sergeant Katachan are waiting for you there, and we're going to plan a surprise attack on the orcs, a surprise attack that can cure the disease."

Alan Baier changed his previous attitude, his eyes became sharp, when the matter is related to war, he will no longer be so careless, if this matter is for the emperor, humanity, victory, then he will also be duty-bound.

If he doesn't, humanity will have a harder time at the end of this dark fortieth millennium.

Not everyone was as awake and prescient as he was, and in the ship's private chamber for the Cult of Mechanics, the Mechanical Priest, to be precise, had a name derived from the deification of Guterra, Icarus.

His parents were absolute mechanical teachers, he grew up in an almost paranoid religious and academic style, and his career was uneventful, completing more than half of his body in his less than 30 years, joining the Apologists as an elite among priests and becoming a data craftsman.

Until the orcs came, and Katachan came, and the mighty thing crushed their fine iron with flesh, and now his life was beaten like powder by the words and actions of the one-eyed.

Now the cramped room is filled with all kinds of orc strategic data, orc ecology, details of beast artifacts, orc dissection records, and different from the curiosity of the foundry governor, this guy is somewhat obsessed.

His mechanical arm now looks different from the Mecha-penetrating priest, but rather resembles the four arms of a greenskin mechanical can, with countless killing machines linked to it, such as automatic guns or chainsaw blades.

At the moment, he was silently reciting. "From the heart to my pain, Ohm Messiah out of my difficulties, between the chaos theorem, the piston moves three times, the fine iron casts my body, the bell rings 12, praise Ohm Messiah... The big clock... Gears..."

"Ha, the bell rings, nine rings, the piston turns, nine times, between truth and right and wrong, between me and power—" He stood up at this moment, and on the table lay a green-skinned creation, made of tattered and scrap metal, and he was dazed and trembling forward.

The wasteland-esque thing was moving forward with a simple fuel structure, and he laughed. "Finally, finally!"

"What one-eyed, what orcs, in front of the believers of the Ten Thousand Machine God, their technology is worthless!" He frantically watched the little robot move forward, the chaotic, disgusting xenomorphic creature full of abnormal temperament...

It staggered forward on the table, one step at a time, and then the priest shouted triumphantly. "I've succeeded, O Ommisiah!"

But how could an engine built by the Mechanics work normally for an orc-style creation, and soon, the thing began to fall apart, and the priest immediately activated his mechanical arm, using his body constantly, very quickly to maintain the little thing.

"No, no, no, you are my miracle, you are my victory, you can't!"

He was almost insane, frantically using his life's learning to defend this "orc" creation, but in the end, all that awaited him was collapse.

He watched as scrap metal, under constant welding and twisting, became completely useless in his knowledge, and could not even endure the welding work.

"This, it can't be... It's just an alien, what..."At this moment, the volcano cannon transformed by the orcs flashed through his mind, and the powerful power of the Ark that instantly destroyed the evil omen made him linger, and he suddenly became obsessed. "The God of Ten Thousand Machines, Brother Mao, Brother?"

In his thoughts, the most spoiled children of the God of Ten Thousand Machines began to turn from sages to greenskins, and if the things they built at will could outperform the Empire's fine iron, then who did the God of All Machines bless...

He began to laugh maniacally. "Ha, I see, ha..."

By the time his mechanical throat was hoarse and the grille became cloudy, it had been a long time before his body began to crave promethium or human food, and in the messy report in his hand, he turned to a person's case...

It was written about his legendary life, all kinds of amazing feats, and on those files, the mechanical priest only had three points marked with a red pen.

Orc nemesis, who has used orc machines, has been called the boss by orcs...

Finally, his eyes fell on the title of the case.

[The only regimental commander of Skadi, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bairer's personal military information, please do not pass it on.] 】

Ding-ding, the telecommunications bell honked on the adamantite door, and Icarus's movements and expressions immediately stabilized, and his madness vanished without a trace.

"Who is it?"

The opposite answers. "Second Lieutenant of the Astral Army, I ask you to go to the command room for a tactical discussion."

"Really? I'm not going, I still have my own research to do, can't you Imperial Guard handle those alien things? ”

Then the second lieutenant hurriedly replied. "This is a meeting of Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, you can't miss it, he is an expert in dealing with orcs, and he has defeated countless orc sieges in Gondelwa VI."

The priest immediately asked. "Lieutenant Colonel, Alan Bair? That lieutenant colonel of the only regiment in Skady? A hint of greed flashed in his data pupils.

The second lieutenant saw that the situation had changed and immediately replied. "That's right, the meeting starts in half an hour, please don't know."

Icarus' mechanical voice spoke. "Of course, always at your disposal, for the sake of Omu Messiah..."

This is not surprising, since Icarus was once the mechanical priest in charge of the defense mechanism of the Iron Gate, otherwise he would not have appeared in the first battle line against the orcs, and was teased by one-eyed, and there is a strange inevitability of fate.

His fall seemed to have been planned, without the whim of the One Eye, without his words, without the special position of Icarus, he would not have come near Alan Bair...

Half an hour later, the conference room, which was originally the prayer room of the Cologne, could accommodate a full 300 crew members to pray to the emperor at a time, and now those statues have been removed, linked to star map projectors and countless data, tactical reports.

Tables and chairs were prepared early, and around the star map, it was expected that the elite of the Imperial Guard would plan their tragic fate for the heretics in this sector.

Alan Baier came early to-day, even earlier than General Macato, because the battleship was boring, and it was impossible for him to go back to the Portero to play cards with a few seamen to kill time, and he was idle, so he came here early.

But as soon as he opened the door, he was startled because the seats in the conference room were already seated with "people", but Alan Baier couldn't be sure what he was, after all, the humans he knew didn't look like this.

If he wanted to describe it as a thin, smaller, orc killing can, sitting in a conference room in an oil guy robe, although he still had loyal skeletons and mechanical gears or something, but Elan Baier's first impression was like that.

He felt that the thing in front of him was more like a green-skinned machine than a human or a member of the Mechanical, but it was different, and he made a mechanical sound, but it was very similar to the Mechanical.

"Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, I'm a mechanical priest, Icarus, and I was the chief defense designer of the Iron Gate."

Alan Baier thought for a moment, why was the Imperial Guard so poor, he saw that the battle report said that the oil guys were dismembered by the orcs, but how did they be so poor that they used orc scrap metal to forge the body of the Mechanical?

But the well-informed Lieutenant Colonel of the Astral Army also replied in surprise. "Thank you, Father Icarus, for the Emperor."

Icarus replied. "Praise be to Ohm Messiah."

Alan Baier sat down uncomfortably, and found the farthest position from him, but the priest still looked at him unabashedly.

"You've ever used a green-skinned machine, haven't you? Lieutenant Colonel? ”

He asked as if in a trance, and Alan Barr replied. "Yes, I did."

The priest asked. "How do those machines work, why can they..."

Alan Bair said. "There is a waaaagh stance among the orcs, and such a stance allows the orcs to operate in a body that does not conform to physics, and that's it."

"I may be using the machine because there are still remnants of heretical psionic energy in the air, and the remnants of those witchcraft have allowed me to complete the tactical foundation, and it is really the emperor's blessing."

But the priest said. "You're talking nonsense, it's impossible for humans to drive that kind of energy, and the orc stance has a strong need for orc groups, and without a large number of orcs, your battles simply won't be able to unfold."

"What are you hiding, Lieutenant Colonel?"

A cold sweat ran down his forehead, he did think about being caught by the Inquisition, but he had always regarded himself as the mainstay of the Empire and believed that he could get out, and even if he pretended to be a fool, the Inquisition would not do anything to him.

But at this moment, he really felt that the mechanical sect in front of him wanted to devour him alive and peel him alive.

"What do you mean, I don't really understand, orcs are orcs, I just drove the alien engine to accomplish tactical objectives."

The priest stood up, his twisted body slowly approaching, as he spoke. "It seems that there is a lot to discuss between us, and I have a topic that is related to whether orc weapons can be used by humans, and even humans can make orc weapons, if those cheap steel recycling technologies can be used by PDFs, then the firepower of a world can increase a lot."

Alan Baier held the relic pistol at his waist, calmly adjusted it to hot melt mode, thinking about how to open the scoop on this suspected heretical, and then answered. "Of course."

"I'd love to have a discussion, but in this time I need to reclaim the Iron Gate that your Mechanics lost, and I'm sorry I can't work with you to produce useful materials for the Empire."

"But I'd be happy to try to capture a few orcs for you."

The priest's mechanical arm is raised. "No, my experiment is yours, and now we can discuss the specifics."

Icarus believed that it would be impossible for the flesh in front of him to dodge his claws, unless he was a Space Marine, Astarte.

Alan Baier also felt that this Mecha had gone mad, but he would not be defeated, as long as that Mecha was a few meters closer, his hot melt range had reached the target, and he could kill this anthropomorph with just one shot.

In such a state, the saber rattling, when the Mechonia was about to step into the range of Alan Bair, and the Mechonia was about to immediately jump up and attack, the door of the conference room suddenly opened, and General Macato with the storm soldiers walked over, and the two immediately put away their weapons, probably tacitly, they did not dismantle the other side, because these two people were not clean in terms of using heretical items.

General Macato said, looking at the position where the two men were sitting so closely. "I'd love to see you on such good terms, but the meeting will start in a few minutes, and I hope you can be as apart as possible, after all, the priest wants to give us a feasible reference for the attack plan, and I want you to come closer to me."

Icarus replied. "Of course."

Macato continued. "Lieutenant Colonel also have to be ready, those veterans are all guys from the Imperial Navy, don't embarrass the Imperial Guard."

Alan Baier glanced at the Mechonicha. "Of course..."

(End of chapter)