Seeing the sudden action of the follower, Alni immediately raised his head and immediately saw a bloodless body like a frozen fish hanging from the ceiling above them.
It was a strong middle-aged man, naked and shaved with his head, his eyes wide open and staring, his throat had been cut open, as if the livestock that had been bleeding before slaughtered, a clean tangent line extending from his neck to his ears.
At the same time, his hands and feet were tied, and he was hooked by a sharp metal hook, and his ankle was partially pierced.
Suhrab saw many things and showed no surprise. He coughed lightly and said:
"Gejoji, don't make a fuss, this is the temple of Omnisaiah, be pious."
The priest who led the team immediately recited a prayer.
"The journey of life is all in the arms of Omnisaiah."
Then Suhrab walked to Arni.
"Young Master, let's go."
Alni, who was pale, nodded and took steps. In fact, he was not shocked because of the corpse. He had seen any corpse in the past few days of joining the army. There were no corpses that could surprise him.
What really shocked him was that the behavior of manipulating people like livestock was on their heads, hanging rows of human bodies on the air conveyor belt. Everyone lowered their heads and was frozen stiff by the low temperature. There were old and young, men and women, pale skin and dark skin, and thin and bony flesh exposed.
The priests claiming human superiority here is as ridiculous as the broken eagle emblem trampled into the mud.
The standardization of mechanical teaching is reflected in this place in the cold cruelty. Everyone has a hook strung with a piece of paper, a label on their ears and toes, and a similar incision on their throat.
Arni hoped that these people were mobs in his heart, but he saw that some people still had tattoos, which was a common type in the Astral Army.
Perhaps, for the sages of the Mechanics, the honor and dignity of the dead are not worth mentioning.
The next room was bigger and colder.
The floors and walls were clean gray and white, and the lights of different colors dyed them. Rows of neat assembly lines were busy operating. The bulky robotic arms were rising and falling, the conveyor belts rolled forward, the tools were shining in the frost, and various screens flashed on the humming array of meditators. The lifeless slave workers kept moving back and forth. At the source of each conveyor belt was a member of the mechanical sect, whose red cloak was dyed with some frost, and the metal on their bodies should be as cold as their hearts.
Alni didn't want to see what was on the conveyor belt, but his attention was completely out of his control. Some of the bodies' arms and legs were broken or were being removed. Their torso and heads were still intact. Near the wall there were huge steel devices with binary language written. The cages in the corner were lined with rows of specimen jars, their glass was covered with frost, and the floating brains were floating.
For those cut corpses, more advanced personnel will cut the brain open and start to transform the part. Those brains that can no longer be used will be transplanted into new brain wet parts according to the actual situation of the body. Those that are confirmed to be of little value will be taken out. Where will the corpses be sent to?
Alni remembered the previous food processing factory—
"This is the Philpatrick Sage."
They came to the huge array of meditators, and Suhrab walked to a priest wearing a silver-edged crimson robe. The other party's legs had been replaced by a multi-structured metal arthropod walking device, covered with a large number of modified metal organs, and the back was raised high to see some metal cans of chemical reagents. Its face, well, is hard to call it a face, just a metal mask with many observation units and detectors.
Alni is quite familiar with these people. On the one hand, there are mechanical priests in the family who serve. On the other hand, his father often invites senior mechanical tutors who work in the nest to visit their homes.
Instead of performing the Skyhawk salute, he took out a gear badge and held it in his hand, and then bowed slightly.
"May Omnisaiah bless these great and sacred machinery, hello to Philpatrick Sage."
"Hello, Captain Arni."
The monotonous mechanical sound came from under the mask, and despite the addition of some emotional unit simulation components, it was still difficult to speak like a living person.
Moreover, while the other party was talking to Arni, the robotic arm behind him continued to tap on the array of contemplators, showing his superb ability to use both minds and minds.
"Sage, I heard you have three termite boring machines here?"
"This is what I told Mr. Suhrab."
"Uh...so that's it. We're going to launch a quick strike against those traitors, trying to end the battle in the shortest time, so we hope to borrow those three termite boring machines."
The visual observer of the mechanical sage flashed slightly, and then replied:
"Can."
The other party's surprise simply made Alni a little, and he even thought that at least some conditions would be raised.
Then he immediately realized that Suhrab had already negotiated with the other party about conditions or a deal, but the specific content was probably related to planetary mining. After all, Alni's father is still the main logistics officer of the Expeditionary Force, and there are still many benefits that can be exchanged, which means it doesn't make sense whether he comes or not this time.
Suhrab's intention to come here was obviously not only to know this sage who might be closely related to his family's career in the future, but to make him realize the true "cruel" side of the war and weaken his unnecessary compassion.
Arni wasn't sure if his views had loosened, but looking at the bodies, he suddenly realized that there was indeed some gap between him and the soldiers that could not be crossed.
"Captain Arni, why did he refuse my request to use your regiment's fallen soldiers? We need a lot of biomass now, and it is unnecessary waste to bury them in the soil or burn them."
Hearing the other party's sudden question, Alni thought for a moment and replied:
"Because they are my soldiers."
"Soldiers are just consumables, and they have a 99.1% overlap with the servant in positioning and function."
Alni pursed his lips. He didn't like this way of speaking, and he also found that his views were not shaken.
"This is a commitment and an obligation. I have the right to let them die, and that is also a responsibility to let them leave... decently."
The sage looked at him, said nothing, turned around and continued his work.
Chapter completed!