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

At first, Zhang Ge suspected that the sandworm's skin was not as thick as he imagined, so the sword had actually penetrated into its flesh and was clamped by the muscles. It was now madly trying to throw Zhang Ge off its body.

But soon, he discovered that things did not seem to be the case.

Because he found that the direction of the sandworm's movement seemed to change according to the direction of his force, and it did not seem like it was forced to change direction because of pain. He could control its direction even if he just gently pulled the hilt left and right.

The advance of a giant insect equivalent to two aircraft carriers connected end to end was controlled by a power sword with a blade less than one meter long.

It sounds like a high-tech nuclear-powered submarine with a game controller controlling the direction.

Yet this is now a reality.

After a long silence, Zhang Ge tried to press down the hilt of the sword to convey the stop message to the sandworm.

As expected, the new mount beneath him understood the meaning of this action and slowly stopped his huge body from rushing around.

Beside her, Amelia also flew to the top of the sandworm and moved closer to Zhang Ge. Even with her usual indifference and her habit of dealing with Zhang Ge, she couldn't help but ask with a hint of surprise:

"what happened?"

How could Zhang Ge know what happened? He could only answer:

"I don't know either. It seems... this sword has taken control of it after it was inserted? And now it can't be pulled out. Why don't you try?"

Amelia did not refuse the offer, and after taking a few steps closer, she let her hand approach the hilt of the sword.

However, before her palm could touch it, she suddenly withdrew it.

She shook her head and said:

"I can feel it, but I can't pull it out, and this sword is repelling me."

Was I claimed by a sandworm? Because of this sword?

After some brainstorming, Zhang Ge came to this somewhat absurd conclusion - but judging from the results, it seems that this is the only way to think about it for the time being.

After figuring this out, Zhang Ge quickly thought of the unidentified object he had encountered before that was suspected to be a knight's machine soul.

It is very likely that that thing did it. Well, well, the ghost is still lingering, right?

Zhang Ge felt a little overwhelmed.

I'm so tired, so alone

Although the Empire is not as hostile to non-intelligent races as it is to aliens, some Space Marine chapters have even established close ties with the native species of their home planet, but a sandworm over 500 meters long?

If Zhang Ge were the commander, and didn't want to commit suicide, would he allow something that could swallow the entire headquarters in one gulp to wander around? Even if it seemed controllable at the moment,

Obviously the risks and uncontrollability are too great.

Zhang Ge was a little undecided for a moment and frowned slightly as he thought about it.

However, even though the wind and sand were blowing, even if the amplitude was very small, Amelia still noticed this detail.

When Zhang Ge realized that she was about to speak and tried to stop her, it was too late.

Sister Idea King said:

"How about calling Father Yolanda over? Have her bring her servitors to build a shell around this thing, leaving only the bottom on the sand for propulsion. Then attach tracks to both sides and claim it's a landspeeder found in the desert."

She thought for a while and added:

"Nowadays, the Mechanicus of Acoran rarely touch your things by force."

Zhang Ge: 6.

If you think about it carefully, it is actually feasible.

With the production capacity of the Mechanical Priest, if we don't consider aesthetics, prayers, safety, internal structure, etc., and only ensure speed, and then use modular materials to simply connect a rectangular block more than 500 meters long and a few mechanisms that look like tracks, it may not take more than an hour.

This way, Yolanda is the only one who needs to keep her mouth shut, and the possibility of being exposed is greatly reduced.

But... in this case, the length of this thing including the shell will probably exceed 600.

ps: Enemy: I didn’t find any enemy troops, I just saw a mountain that seemed to be getting bigger for some reason.

Chapter 133 The Prophecy Remains Unchanged

After some discussion and adding details, Amelia's plan was basically finalized.

In order to provide sufficient persuasiveness, except for Zhang Ge himself who stayed in place to control the sandworm, everyone else was in a light armored vehicle, driving towards the direction of the fleet landing, ready to pick up Yolanda.

Of course, considering the impact of this incident, it is difficult to convince people unless they have witnessed it with their own eyes, so even Atwood has to be kept secret for the time being, otherwise it may cause unnecessary trouble.

Anyway, if this thing can only stay on the surface, there is no need to worry too much. Adding a layer of shell to it is not only for protection, but also to restrict it from diving into the sand. In this way, with Titan as a backup, even if it suddenly goes crazy, it can be killed in time.

Lying on top of the sandworm, Zhang Ge calculated that there was still quite some time left. Although he couldn't feel the heat inside the shell, he was a little bored and decided to take a nap.

But accidents always happen one after another.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt the behemoth behind him suddenly start to move. Although the movement was not big, just a twist of the head, every tiny movement of his huge body was equivalent to a building hundreds of meters high moving.

The strong wind caused by this action alone made Zhang Ge roll several times on its back.

what happened?

With some doubts and faint expectations, Zhang Ge came to the edge of the sandworm's head and looked in the direction he was heading.

There is nothing but endless desert.

But with the intention of not alerting the enemy, Zhang Ge still took out his explosive gun and fired a short burst of shots in the direction it was heading.

The extremely fast explosive bomb hit downwards, dragging a star-shaped tail flame.

A flash of blue light.

That is the light and shadow of the psychic shield.

Is there really something?

Zhang Ge raised his eyebrows. Of course, he did not wait for the other party to slowly show up and transform, but decisively emptied the magazine in the direction where the blue light had frozen the explosive bomb.

Dozens of projectiles, trailing flames, fell, but without exception, they all stopped before that thin layer of glare.

More importantly, after being stopped, these bombs did not explode according to the preset delayed fuse, which means that the opponent also used psychic power to cancel the fuse of each bomb.

With such precise psychic control, if the Chaos Wizard hadn't caught up with him before, there would only be one answer.

It was the Eldar girl.

Oh no.

Zhang Ge suddenly remembered that if we judge by age, his two lifetimes combined might not even be one-tenth of her age, so he should be considered an old lady of the spirit race.

While Zhang Ge was thinking about these things and changing the armor-piercing magazine, the frozen explosive shells below fell to the ground, colliding with each other and making a clinking sound.

The elf girl had no intention of hiding herself any further and exposed herself.

After changing the magazine, the other party still just stood there looking at Zhang Ge quietly, with no intention of taking any further action.

Zhang Ge raised his gun and aimed at the opponent, but did not pull the trigger again immediately. Instead, he asked loudly:

"Didn't I already stop? What's your purpose?"

The opponent used a psychic technique that directly stopped the projectile, eliminating kinetic energy, which was a very pure force elimination. However, the explosive shells fired from the same gun, even if they were armor-piercing shells, only had a big difference in the warhead, and the kinetic energy was not much higher.

Therefore, firing another round of long-range shots would likely not make any difference, so we had to look for other opportunities.

After hearing Zhang Ge's question, the Elven girl began to speak. Although her voice was not loud, it sounded as if it was ringing right next to Zhang Ge's ear:

"Everything is still sliding towards an irreversible abyss."

Yes, this is the truth. If you continue to bother me and don't take action, I will definitely make the elves suffer after I die.

Her voice continued:

"The prophecy remains unchanged. Perhaps what we truly need is change... So, the next time we meet, I will grant you a deep sleep."

After throwing out two somewhat incomprehensible sentences, the other party disappeared again.

Although Zhang Ge immediately fired a few more volleys of bullets in the direction where it disappeared, this time they did not succeed and only landed in the air and exploded in vain.

What is this? Is it part of the play? Why should I find a time when we are alone to announce it specifically if I see someone trying to kill me next time?

The sandworm that had discovered the other party before slowly turned its upper body to "scan" around in search after it disappeared, but eventually stopped back to its original position, apparently unable to find the target again.

After being interrupted like this, Zhang Ge's sleepiness basically disappeared. Although he tried again, he was unable to fall asleep until the sound of a car engine came from a distance.

Come to the edge and look around.

On the horizon, a convoy led by light armored vehicles was coming with flying sand, and it looked like it was quite large.

Zhang Ge made a rough count and found that the number of various engineering vehicles, large and small, even exceeded the paper inventory of the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment. He didn't know where Yolanda got those extra ones from.

Not long after, the cars stopped next to the sandworm. A moment later, Amelia took Yolanda to the top of the sandworm and came to Zhang Ge.

Yolanda was the first to speak:

"Uh...isn't there an ancient bio-machine?"

Zhang Ge immediately replied:

"Yes, this is the one under your feet."

"But, according to the database, this thing is sand..."

Seeing Zhang Ge's gesture of holding her hand and answering her questions sincerely, Yolanda shuddered and took a half step back, then continued:

"...biomechanical in the desert, yes."

Now she is also connected to the data of hundreds of large and small mechanical servants below. If she escapes, that image will be instantly recorded in their minds.

Then, every priest connected to these mechanical servants will be able to access this information... By then, my human career will probably be over.

As she gave in to him again, Yolanda felt as if she was caught in a vortex that she could not escape and would even sink deeper and deeper.

Logically, I shouldn't give in so quickly, and if I keep this secret as the nun said before, it will obviously not be in the interests of the Church, but...

Yolanda could only convince herself that it was her sense of responsibility as a military chaplain that was at work.

On the other side, Zhang Ge was unaware of Yolanda's emotional fluctuations. Seeing this, he took out the sketch he had drawn during the discussion from his pocket with satisfaction, handed it to Yolanda, and said:

"Just build it according to the sketch. It only needs a shell, it's not a mechanical part, don't worry."

The other party took the picture, took a look at it, and crumpled it into a ball in his hands. He didn't say anything for a long time until Zhang Ge asked in confusion:

"Any questions?"

"Huh? Oh, you mean this is a sketch? I thought you wanted me to help take out the trash."

Yolanda, who couldn't hold back and said what was in her mind, quickly spread out the crumpled parchment and scanned the unbearable drawing again.

She carefully observed the pattern, which was barely horizontal and vertical, and continued hesitantly:

"If we were to construct according to this plan, it would be difficult to achieve it within the stipulated time with only the existing facilities."

"why?"

"Um, because... well, there are quite a few imaginative structures on this diagram, and it might be difficult to realize them all."

Zhang Ge, who understood the hidden meaning behind Yolanda's words, decisively decided to assign the task to a dedicated person and replied:

"Then design it according to your idea. I will make this sand and the desert biomechanics cooperate with it."

He patted Yolanda on the shoulder and signaled her to do a good job. At the same time, although he didn't think it was very important, considering the sharing of information, Zhang Ge pulled Amelia aside and talked about what had just happened.

ps: Today is a full day of classes, I’m sad, so I updated an hour and a half early out of anger.

Chapter 134 Construction Site

When Yolanda agreed to draw the picture, she naturally got into the state immediately, and for a moment she didn't even notice the hand falling on her shoulder.

By the time she came to her senses, it was too late to stop or dodge.

However, unlike what he had imagined, the feeling that came from the palm this time was not the inexplicable feeling that came like a torrent as when they first touched. Instead, it was like some feeling buried deep in his heart was drawn out, and then spread to his whole body, and penetrated deep into his bone marrow and brain.

This feeling is not like the rough pleasure of some stimulant drugs that suddenly rush in, crush everything to pieces, and then slip away leaving a mess on the ground.

It is difficult to describe it. If I must find an example, I would imagine a person suffering from a terminal illness, sleeping in a cesspool every day, being tortured day after day, until one day he is suddenly pulled out, cleaned, and his body is healed to a healthy state.

An amplified version of the comfort at the moment of recovery is probably how Yolanda feels now.

Perhaps in the real world, drugs can directly induce pleasure through physiological means and transcend all natural emotions, but in this world where souls and other supernatural things exist, there are things that are deeper and more lasting than this.