As long as you die, you are invincible, but in 40K

Despite this, out of rigor, the Mechanical Priest decided to send out a small group of Crusaders to confirm what exactly caused the servitor to malfunction, in case they could dig up some relics.

However, after the team returned to the base, they directly upgraded the intelligence to a sighting of a Warlord-class Titan.

The second, third, and fourth teams sent for re-inspection...all of these Skitarii reported the same situation without exception.

If only one or two teams reported this way, the Mechanical Priest could still convince himself that it was a mass data disorder caused by normal technological relics, but the subsequent teams that used a full set of anti-interference equipment and still reported this way made him unable to sit still.

Although he still didn't believe there was a War Titan, the fact that a technological relic could cause such strong interference was enough for him to go there in person.

Thinking of this, he finally walked out of the laboratory door.

Then, just as he stepped out of the door, he felt the distinct tremor.

Looking up, on the image transmitted to the brain by the electronic prosthetic eye, an outline composed of green lines was thoughtfully framed in the distance, marking a moving Warlord-class Titan that had no electronic identification code but had an image recognition error of less than 0.0001‰.

"Ohm Messiah Above..."

He spoke subconsciously and even rubbed his electronic eye.

But the next moment, the Mechanical Priest realized that now was not the time to sigh or pray. He turned around and pushed aside the Skitarii guards beside him, allowing his expensive mechanical legs, which were originally modified for precision work, to stride forward without caring about the damage.

After jumping and climbing with unprecedented agility and getting on a Steel Walker that was on standby on a treadmill generator, the Mechanical Priest directly drove the reconnaissance bipedal walker across the outer wall of the stronghold and ran desperately towards the headquarters of the hive city.

A Warlord-class Titan arrived at the Acoran Hive. This information must first be conveyed to the higher-level mechanical priests of the hive. Otherwise, just thinking about what those dirty hive nobles would do to this supremely glorious divine machine would make the mechanical priests feel like they were about to die.

p.s.: *tells a Mechanicus joke*, *laughs binary laughter*, *wants readers to give me some votes for 01110010*.

ps2: The Warlord's knee joint is a semi-exposed connection of the external armor, which should allow him to kneel. In addition, in the "Author's Note" module below, I will use a non-word-intensive section to explain the previous explanation of the relationship between the Necrontyr and the Necrons.

Chapter 39 Acaulan

There were undercurrents among various forces, but Zhang Ge, who was at the center of the storm, was completely unaware of it.

In the convoy, due to the need to consider the speed of the Titans, the time they arrived at Akaolan was later than the personnel sent back by various forces. When Zhang Ge arrived at the magnificent entrance of the hive city, the two main forces were clearly divided.

On one side were the richly dressed nobles of the local hive, and on the other were the red-robed Adeptus Mechanicus.

It has to be said that the former knew how to please people. They mobilized more than a dozen inland ships that were about a hundred meters long and hung exaggeratedly large posters on the sides of the ships. The long side perpendicular to the ground alone was also hundreds of meters long.

The poster features a series of purely hand-painted pictures, with a powerful composition that places Zhang Ge in the same frame with a general-class Titan. A large number of concise and concise words of praise are written in gold-plated fonts on the edges of the pictures.

Even if we put those ships aside, drawing more than a dozen large pictures in such a short time would probably require quite a few slave workers to have their robotic arms waving until they were smoking.

These dozen ships were lined up on both sides, forming a nearly two-kilometer-long corridor that connected to the entrance.

Below the poster were rows of PDFs lined up neatly on both sides, almost shoulder to shoulder, looking like a military parade. Zhang Ge estimated that one artillery shell could kill at least a few hundred people.

Behind those PDFs were a large number of cheering "civilians" of the hive. Although their clean and tidy clothes did not look like the normal lower class of the hive, the happy expressions on their faces could not be faked...or rather, there was no need to fake them at all.

If Zhang Ge was an ordinary middle or high-level person in the hive who knew nothing, after hearing the news of the collapse at the front line, and seeing a divine machine move in, he would probably laugh ten times happier than those people and turn into a strong man on the spot.

On the other hand, on the side of the Mechanicus, the local nobles have the upper hand in the Acoran nest, so these Mechanicus believers have no intention of spending resources on such a grand show, but instead show their strength directly.

Since this planet is adjacent to the Forge World Huangquan No. 8 and occupies an entire continent within the earth, even if it is just a branch sent to other hive cities, it can be said to be rich.

From Dune Walkers to Castellan Robots, from Skitarians to military heavy slaves whose legs had been converted into tracks, they even brought in a tracked mobile transport platform covered with a red carpet and prayers and placed it in front.

The size of this thing is more than enough to carry a Titan Warlord. It is probably used to carry some super-heavy industrial machinery.

Although using such a tool to transport Titans was certainly not qualified, in the eyes of the priests, it was much better than letting the soles of the Titans get covered in dust during peacetime.

To be honest, the number of medium and heavy vehicles here alone may be more than that of a line infantry regiment of the Astra Militarum.

Seeing this scene, the convoy naturally stopped in front of them.

Zhang Ge, Amelia, and Dominica walked forward, while Burton trotted back to organize the thirty-fifth row of soldiers, and soon followed behind the three in a column.

Opposite the three of them were representatives from the hive nobility and the Mechanicus.

The former was Ernesto whom Zhang Ge had seen before. It seemed that he did not die in the previous position. Although the force feedback armor on his body was still gorgeous, it was obviously replaced with a new one. It seemed that although he escaped, he did not get any good results.

The latter are "high-level" mechanical priests. The reason why they can only be roughly estimated to be high-level is that there are many positions in the category of "priest" in the Mechanicus. Between different planets and different hives, the titles alone are difficult to count, not to mention the specific functions. I am afraid that only they themselves can sort out the differences between these positions.

It seems that before Zhang Ge arrived here, they had already had some friendly consultations and reached an agreement, otherwise the scene would not look as harmonious as it is now.

Ernesto was the first to speak. He was still as enthusiastic as ever, but this time he didn't have that condescending air—at least, he hid it very well. He also didn't mention Zhang Ge's true background or their previous agreement.

"Colonel Zhang Ge, it's been a while. You left a deep impression on me the last time we met, and this time is truly extraordinary. To be honest, the morale of the military and civilians in the Hive City is low right now, and this is exactly when we need a war hero like you. Regarding the specific matters...why don't you come to my house and discuss it in detail?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the high-ranking mechanical priest spoke right after him. His voice was like it was covered by three layers of voice changers, and even the gender could not be distinguished:

"Benefit: Gain the friendship of the Hongbei District. Cost: Accept deployment during wartime."

After both sides finished speaking, they were waiting for Zhang Ge's response. There was silence among the three of them for a while, with only the beeping sound of the machinery on the high-level mechanical priest.

Honestly speaking, Zhang Ge didn't want to choose any of them. If he was dragged to be a propaganda board for the nobles, these nobles would definitely do their best to keep him alive. Otherwise, what would be the point of promoting the war hero if he was killed the next day?

But being an oil man is definitely not an option. Putting aside other things, just in terms of lifespan, if the people of the Mechanicus knew that Olivia only listened to him, they would most likely take action against him.

Rejuvenation surgery and mechanized transformation would have allowed one to live for a hundred years or so even if they didn't die. But if they were to get involved in these, their life would be ruined, and the number of years of overtime would be dozens of times greater.

That's not right. When you are away from home, you give yourself the identity you want, so why should you be restricted by their options?

Thinking of this, Zhang Ge's eyes suddenly became clear. He straightened his collar and said righteously:

"It's not that I don't want to accept your invitation, but my regiment has been completely dismantled. The war situation is urgent, and we must immediately begin rebuilding. It's difficult to focus on other things... However, if both parties can provide support, the regiment will rebuild quickly enough and will certainly be able to recover sufficient capabilities to defend the Akaolan Hive."

Hearing this, the two people opposite looked at each other.

Forming a local Star Legion? Then I can just throw some people in there and be done with it, right?

Ernesto smiled and nodded.

"The First Astra Militarum Akauran Infantry Regiment. Sounds great."

Raising a local Star Legion? Equipment provision, repairs, and, of course, the somewhat reluctant inclusion of Titan maintenance services. Then, you can do whatever you want, right?

The high-ranking mechanical priest said gloomily:

"Corrected the incorrect wording. Corrected: Astra Militarum Akauran 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment."

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Chapter 40 Military Parade

Taking over the position of leader of the Star Army Corps was actually a decision Zhang Ge made after careful consideration.

It's not that he really wants to be a colonel, but he needs a stopgap measure. Undoubtedly, forming a Star Army Corps from scratch is a good choice. Generally speaking, this kind of project requires a lot of time and resources, and the implementation time is counted in years under the game of all parties.

Even if the efficiency is higher during wartime, it will take at least one or two months.

Seeing how quickly they agreed, how could Zhang Ge not know what they were thinking?

By then, we can set some standards for personnel and make some requirements for equipment. Then it will be easy to hold off until the Chaos Sky Army attacks.

Of course, the scouts must report information before Chaos attacks. At that time, Olivia will be arranged to maintain the shell and the like, and he will lead the remaining troops to rush directly to the front line to stop the Chaos army in the name of buying time.

Even if the plan works, I just don't believe that I can survive a battle of this scale?

Zhang Ge gritted his teeth secretly.

Next, the three parties also unified the procedures for entering the city.

Since none of the parties could convince the other, the three of them simply decided to hold a military parade featuring the Titan warriors, in order to boost morale while also deterring some forces within the city.

The broadcast throughout the city quickly and directly conveyed the information about the military parade. In accordance with the requirements of the mandatory administrative orders issued simultaneously by the Spire Nobles and the Mechanicus, all factories and institutions even gave half a day off to most workers and employees, except for necessary personnel, so that they could participate in the parade.

That's right, this time the parade was decided to be held on the main central traffic artery of Xiachao. After all, if they wanted to intimidate, who were they trying to intimidate by holding it in Shangchao? Normally, they might be afraid that a parade might reveal their weakness, but now that there was a heavyweight player, they could act with less restraint.

Even some of the leaders of the top gangs in the bottom nest were allowed to be invited to participate.

Such an abnormal behavior has certainly attracted the attention and even vigilance of many parties. We can understand that you want to hold a military parade, after all, there will be a war, but the question is what does it mean to have a holiday?

Also, how did you get involved with the nobles/Mechanicus? You two usually fight each other openly, but you're backstabbing me at this time, right?

The one that suffered the most was probably the state religion, which was originally the third largest force.

The combat nuns, the only armed force of the state religion, have suffered heavy losses recently. On the one hand, the front line collapsed, and on the other hand, various frontier churches were attacked. There are not many people who came back alive. Without open large-scale arming, their say has been greatly weakened.

At this critical juncture, the nobles and the Mechanicus are working together, and he is completely unaware of it. What's going on?

That's right.

Due to the interference of acoustic array communications, wireless communications from outside the city to inside the city are extremely difficult to achieve, and are generally only carried out in various front-line military nodes. Therefore, with the efficiency of information transmission by running, in fact, most of the forces in the city are still unaware of what is happening outside the city.

However, all the clouds were dispelled during the military parade.

That afternoon, the brightness of the artificial light source in the lower nest was raised to the maximum. The originally dim light that could only barely provide the necessary vision suddenly became as bright as daylight, as if a small, ever-bright sun had suddenly been thrown in.

Such a bright light even made the people in the lower nest who swarmed to both sides of the road to watch feel uncomfortable for a short time. Some people even regarded it as a miracle and began to attack the interception line formed by PDF and law enforcement officers more fanatically.

Soon, the military parade began. The first things that passed by were not the ground personnel, but countless flying skulls and mechanical servants that floated through the sky, dragging bright red ribbons, and a large number of brightly colored petals fell from the sky.

Next, six three-plane formations flew by in low altitude with sharp sonic booms. Two inverted V-shaped formations, each consisting of three Valkyrie fighters and three Stratospheric Raiders, flew by. The petals that were originally drifting slowly were torn into pieces or simply thrown away by the violent airflow surrounding these fighters.

Obvious tracks that deliberately demonstrated power appeared in the sea of ​​falling flowers above, like an eraser in the hands of some great being.

On both sides of the road, cheers broke out among the residents of Xiachao, whose most common armed forces were gang members. At this moment, under the gaze of the huge metal statue at the end of the road, whether it was the workers in the ceramic steel factory or the clerk of a family business, they all seemed to be in harmony with the entire empire.

But this was just the beginning. Slowly but massive ships were approaching from the starting point, with portraits in striking and powerful colors hanging below them. They were passing in pairs side by side in the sky above both sides of the road.

When the ships had arrived at their designated locations, these huge posters were hung in the air, at a height that did not block the view but was clearly visible when one looked up.

A large number of people carrying gravity parachutes jumped directly from the ship one after another, leaped to the top of the buildings on both sides, and spread the flags of the Ernesto family and the bright red flags of the Mechanicus from the roof, hanging them on the outer walls of the buildings, creating an atmosphere and visual impact.

At this time, the first ground force came into everyone's sight. It was an elite family private army, nominally PDF, the First Company of the First Infantry Regiment of the Acoran Planetary Defense Force, but was generally referred to as "Ernesto's Hand".

They were all dressed in heavy armor and wielded Hell Spears in their hands. Although they formed a square formation of a thousand men, they marched in unison as one person. When the sound of their coordinated footsteps echoed from the lower nest residents, it would also wipe out the worries about the rumors of foreign enemies that had been lingering in their hearts.

Next came the Skitarii infantry, armed with galvanic rifles and wearing an extra layer of radiation-proof robes. This was the first time that the Mechanicus's armed forces appeared on a large scale in the Akkalan Hive. If the previous formation had some flaws, then the Skitarii formation was as precise as the matrix listed in computer programming.

Although the people were not familiar with these red-robed, metal-clad soldiers, they were still generous in cheering and applauding them.

Teams of PDF infantry, elite soldiers from various families, and Mechanicus Skitarii passed by, followed by vehicle formations consisting of Leman Russ and various walkers.

But these huge machines with rumbling engines did not attract the public's attention at all. Their eyes were all cast further behind.

In the backlight cast by several flying skulls, a huge shadow was cast downwards, moving forward step by step, and the rhythmic roar that had been ignored as background sound approached.

Those were the sounds of footsteps, mixed with a heart-pounding shattering sound.

This crushing sound is the sound made when the huge legs step on the road every time, even the quick-drying building materials cannot bear the huge weight and are crushed with a crisp sound.

The dust will soon fly up along with the raised legs, spreading to both sides of the road and even forming a long trail of dust.

But the crowds on both sides were silent, no one cared, and they all focused their eyes on the giant object that was passing between the posters.

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Chapter 41: Divine Machine

Following the huge shadow upwards, what came into view was the walking leg that was slowly raised and moving forward. The refined golden outline on the edge of its shell reflected a bright light under the light, and the sound of mechanical operation came from the toenails engraved with intricate reliefs and inlaid with strands of inscriptions.

Compared to the deafening sound of footsteps that sound with every step, this sound is more like the background color on the canvas, omnipresent, filling every corner, as if enveloping everyone present.

Even though the steps were obscured by the dust that rose up along with them, it did not overshadow the main feature at all. Instead, it gave people a sense of sacredness, like glimpsing a vague statue through the haze.

As the sound of footsteps passed by, silence gradually spread among the crowd. When the giant stepped past them step by step, any cheers and applause seemed meaningless.

She did not need any praise from the tiny humans at her feet, as if she were some great being that was above all others.

When faced with this human-like, yet indifferent creature emerging from every corner, a stronger and more instinctive desire begins to break out from the depths of everyone's heart and genes, almost uncontrollably.

That's right, compared to the shouting, in this mechanical sound that was like a mountain range rolling over everyone's head, an uncontrollable desire to worship filled the hearts of the people of the Lower Nest on both sides.

In the terrifying intertwined lines of weaponry on her arms, in the shell armor on her body as thick as the earth, and in the dazzling blue electronic eyes in her head that are as cold as meteors.

No one dared to doubt the real existence of Om Messiah anymore. She was the agent of the God of All Things on earth, the manifestation of His will among all living beings, and a Titan who was above all things.

It is God's machine.

A faint sense of sacredness was spreading and pressing down on everyone's legs. I didn't know who was the first to lower their body and kneel down. The originally fanatical crowd pressed their bodies to the ground like fallen wheat.

No one's eyes touched the Titan's body anymore, and its glory did not need to be bathed in eyes. She was passing by everyone, and He was walking beside everyone.

Although there was no other sound in people's ears except the sound of the Titans' passage, everyone was aware that an emotion far more fanatical than the previous one was brewing among the crowd.