Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

"These Mechanicus are simply insane. They don't deserve to continue living in this world! They are so cruel and ruthless to their own people!"

One of the Space Marines stared at the scene in the hall with wide eyes and an angry face, and couldn't help cursing. His clenched fists were trembling slightly with extreme anger.

Even though this was the second weapons production factory that everyone had seen, the darkness and cruelty of the Mechanicus displayed before their eyes still made it difficult for them to accept and adapt.

Such cold-blooded and life-disregarding behavior seemed to completely wipe out humanity, leaving only cold machines and distorted beliefs.

When the battle team leader heard the angry curses of his teammates, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of helplessness in his heart.

He sighed softly, letting out a heavy "Ah!" and wanted to say something to comfort his emotional teammates, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know where to start.

Such a horrifying scene was a darkness and horror beyond imagination even for those who had lived in the bottom nest for a long time.

At this moment, a muffled "bang" suddenly broke the brief silence.

I saw a servitor who was originally responsible for painting the floor, but for some reason he came quietly to the side of a Space Marine.

Its expressionless half-metal head slammed directly into the Space Marine's heavy power armor leg armor, making a dull thud.

Since this servitor did not show any obvious dangerous behavior, the radar detector installed on the Space Marine and the suicide hound standing by on alert were alerted.

No one noticed the abnormal situation in time and issued a warning. For a moment, the whole scene became a little weird and tense.

The servitor that accidentally bumped into the Space Marine, when it realized that it had actually bumped into a being that should not have appeared outside its trajectory of movement, was instantly terrified and its body began to tremble involuntarily.

He threw himself to the ground as quickly as possible, buried his head deep in the ground, and kept making urgent and humble pleas for mercy:

"My Lord! I am truly sorry! I did not mean to offend you!

I had no idea you would suddenly come here. Please have mercy on me and don't punish me."

In the Adeptus Mechanicus, Servants were at the bottom of the hierarchy, their lives as insignificant as grass. Even a newly initiated Adeptus Mechanicus apprentice had the power to execute several Servants at will.

Therefore, for this robot servant who was diligently painting the ground, when he realized that he had accidentally hit an object that should not have appeared in front of his track, his heart was immediately filled with fear and despair.

He chose to kneel down and beg for mercy without hesitation, hoping to be forgiven by the other party.

The daily activities and work scope of each mechanical servant are strictly limited, and they are absolutely not allowed to leave the work area they are responsible for without permission.

In the Dokla Forge World, only the noble mechanical priests are qualified to move around freely.

When the servitor mistook the Space Marine in front of him for a mechanical priest, he opened his mouth and begged without thinking.

The mechanical servant lying on the cold ground seemed to be forgotten by the world and did not receive any response for a long time.

His thin and slightly stiff body trembled slightly, as if silently expressing his inner fear and anxiety. Finally, out of instinct, he subconsciously raised his head and looked towards the position of the Space Marines.

At this time, the Space Marines also noticed this unique mechanical servant. Where his eyes originally existed, there were now only two bottomless holes, like two dark deep wells, which was chilling.

Despite having completely lost his eyes, this servitor still persevered and conscientiously carried out the tasks assigned to him by the Mechanicus members, without even showing the slightest sign of slackness.

The Space Marines just stood there quietly, staring at the pitiful figure in front of them, with mixed feelings in their hearts. For a moment, they didn't know how to break the silence.

They admired the tenacious spirit of this mechanical servant, but at the same time they felt deep sympathy for his tragic experience.

The mechanical servant raised its head high, waiting expectantly for a response from above.

When he realized that the priest who appeared this time did not scold or punish him harshly as usual, a fire of hope surged in his heart.

He naively believed that he had met a broad-minded and kind-hearted priest, so he immediately seized this rare opportunity, opened his cracked lips again, and pleaded in a hoarse and humble voice:

"Respected sir, please have mercy on me and return my eyes to me! If I can see again, I will work harder and dedicate everything to you.

It is really difficult for me now to adapt to this kind of life without sight. I live in fear every day.

Without my eyes, I simply can't accurately carry out the orders you gave me, let alone do it better. But as long as my eyes are still there, I believe I can create more value.

Create more value for the great Om Messiah and offer more devout faith to the Emperor."

The servitor knelt on the ground and begged again, constantly begging the Space Marine, hoping to regain his sight and return to the days when he had eyes.

The battle team leader lowered his head slightly, staring coldly at the serf in front of him, who still had some self-awareness. His voice seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld, cold and ruthless.

"Since your life is so painful, let me grant you ultimate relief!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his right foot and stomped down hard like a mountain falling down.

With a resounding "bang," the battle team leader's kick, with immense force, instantly shattered the servitor's skull. Instantly, blood and mechanical parts splattered everywhere.

The team leader, expressionless, reached from his waistband and pulled out a magazine filled with incendiary rounds. He deftly removed the armor-piercing rounds from his Ripper rifle and then steadily replaced them with the incendiary magazine.

After completing these actions, he slowly turned his head and spoke in a deep voice to the comrades beside him:

"Give them a final dose of mercy. Let us help these people escape from endless suffering and depravity!"

The other comrades looked at each other silently, and their eyes seemed to convey some kind of tacit understanding.

They nodded silently, then raised their Ripper rifles loaded with incendiary bombs and aimed at the servitors in the hall.

As a burst of dense gunfire rang out, incendiary bombs streaked through the air like meteors, hitting the target accurately.

In an instant, the entire hall was engulfed in flames, and the servitors let out shrill screams under the fierce attack of incendiary bombs in the hands of the Space Marines.

But soon, the screams were drowned out by the sea of ​​fire.

Not long after, those mechanical servants were completely turned into ashes under the high temperature and drifted away with the wind.