The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 313 301. Chaotic Internal Fight

Charon 7

Walmart, the Grand Magus of the Mechanicus, advanced with the support of her apprentices and servants, her huge mechanical body moving forward on the neat and smooth alloy floor. Now her body can no longer be described as human, because it is too large and too terrifying.

This woman once had a sexy body and a beautiful voice when she was young, and she used this precious resource to make herself successful, but now she no longer needs those bloated and corrupted bodies.

The once slender arms were sawed off and replaced because they were too fragile to continue to develop, and were replaced with dozens of steel tentacles. The plump and slender legs were also turned into eight tracks, leaving potholes and traces where they were rolled over. Even the beautiful face and eyes that sparkled like purple gems that she was most proud of and loved hundreds of years ago have now been replaced with an iron face full of gears and machinery and 12 electronic eyes.

This seems crazy to others, because for today's human beings, especially for people like them who are in high positions, it is too easy to fix their life span. Some people can live to a thousand years old and still maintain their youthful appearance after undergoing life-extending surgery. But for Walmart, the body is so inconvenient! She has long hated her body!

The body will rot, fracture, break, and one day break, but the machine will not. In the teachings of the God of All Machines, only when the whole body is replaced with machines can one get closer to his form, and only when the sour and smelly flesh is replaced with perfect metal can one obtain eternal life and the highest technology and knowledge.

Her apprentices and servants carefully accompanied this terrible great sage, because she had the right to kill any of them at any time. After all, in the Mechanicus, it is normal for teachers to kill students and students to kill teachers. In order to obtain precious knowledge and the legacy of the God of All Machines, they can give everything for it.

It is said that in this forging world, the great sage Walmart would kill those beautiful low-level mechanical priests like crazy, and what is even more incomprehensible is that she would make the bodies of those mechanical priests into mechanical servants and put them in the underground brothel she opened to provide them to those low-level technical priests at a low price.

According to Walmart himself, he was worried that these technical priests would follow the same path as himself in the past and come to her position to threaten her. But such a reason is very far-fetched, because those who can be killed by her are those who are not talented and learned, with a good appearance but no ability to come to her position. Those who are really capable have long been secretly protected by other great sages, so people speculate that Walmart is just venting the anger he encountered in his early years and the jealousy of women themselves.

The great sage's huge body slowly passed through the streets and bridges of the forging world. Here, workers and technical priests wearing gas masks exchanged clean water, food and the most precious air with merchants in the small commodity market. The environment here has long been unsuitable for human survival. If you want to survive, everything depends on the support of the outside world.

Under those towering iron bridges, the river on the planet had once been dry, but was once again filled with boiling molten iron, emitting light day and night. Even if there were layers of dust and flames in the space, you could still see the golden red river spreading on the earth.

The bustling crowd immediately made way for the Great Sage's team after seeing them. Those who didn't have time to make way were quickly chopped to the ground by the servants with the power axes in their hands. Their blood flowed on the ground and evaporated in an instant. The broken protective clothing was instantly covered with pollutants. The fanatical wind directly dried their bodies, and the temperature of hundreds of degrees turned them into mummies in an instant.

Even if their team rushed on the street, no one dared to stop them, because everyone knew that the Great Sage was the supreme existence in the forging world, and those who stood in front of such a noble person deserved to die, because they defiled the messenger of the God of All Machines.

When the Great Sage's team leaves, the corpses will not be wasted. Soon someone will take them away and make them into mechanical servants, so that their bodies can continue to atone for the crimes they have committed. (It is almost impossible to use people to make corpse starch. After all, this kind of thing is too chaotic. In most cases, the Empire still uses industrial secondary products and some agricultural residues to make this kind of thing).

The goal of the Sage's team is the largest mechanical temple on this planet, or the computing power center, which is essentially a huge computer center. Computers as huge as mountains are placed there, calculating all the time. New formulas and calculation methods are calculated every day and every moment, and a large number of ancient technologies and alien technologies are further understood and discovered.

The Mechanicus has been making progress, but because of their constant infighting and conservatism, they will never be able to turn their knowledge into productivity. After all, students doubt teachers, teachers doubt students, superiors doubt subordinates, and subordinates do not trust superiors. This has led to the extremely corrupt and dim operation structure of the entire Mechanicus. Even their superstructure is not much better than the High Lords Council of the Empire.

It is even said that their upper-level structure is not as good as that of the empire, because at least the High Lords Council will not fight face to face, but will only use some dirty tricks, but the internal fighting of the Mechanicus is real. battle.

The Great Sage's team slowly arrived at the huge iron bridge, crossed the hundreds of meters wide metal river, and arrived at their destination. Four towering warlord-level Titans stood outside the Temple of Operation like door gods, guarding this huge fortress. In addition to carefully inscribed prayers blessing the God of All Machines, the temple also has a large number of anti-aircraft artillery and bunkers. Hundreds of thousands of skitarii guard this important place, and 1/5 of the entire planet's military force is here to guard the Titan Legion's garrison, which is less than two kilometers away.

Passing through the towering gate and walking into the huge hall, in the center of this wonderful building, other great sages have been waiting for her for a long time.

10 weird and weird great sages have been waiting here for a long time with their servants. They will discuss here how to fight against the huge alien fleet that suddenly appeared in the galaxy.

Wal-Mart, dragging his huge body into his seat, looked around and said dissatisfied

"Sage Salva didn't come to the meeting again? Does he no longer want to do it?"

A great sage who looked like a scorpion next to him shook his head and said

"Isn't this normal? He is already old, almost 4,000 years old. Besides, hasn't it always been like this? Since 864 years ago, he has never attended a meeting again. If it weren't for him Occasionally if my apprentice shows his face, I think he is dead."

"He'd better be dead!"

For a great sage, not attending meetings for a long time means a certain death in the power structure of the entire planet, but Salva is an exception, because he does have the strength to do so, and he is also highly respected enough. There weren’t too many conflicts, and everyone got used to it. The reason why Wal-Mart said this at this time was just to express dissatisfaction with the old man's attitude that it still had nothing to do with him in the face of an almost life-and-death moment like the Forging World. As for the last sentence, it was not an angry comment. You must know that many people are here. Staring at his position, as soon as the old sage passes away, someone will immediately pull up his puppet to get an extra share of the planet.

This dissatisfaction quickly dissipated, because the meeting that started immediately was the key. It is certain to send troops, but the key is how much everyone should send.

This is the reason for this meeting.