"The slaves of the mechanical slave owner are charging towards death."
Bamon, one of the three major bishops of the Black Limbs, sat upright on the metal throne that was originally a mechanical sage, with the heads of the arrogant sages and their mechanical scepters around them. Many screens surround the throne, huge cables entrenched around the throne like pythons, and dozens of speakers played squeaking communication information.
The grand hall seemed a little messy at this time. The originally huge statue of the Sage was demolished, the tapestries were burned, the murals were scratched and stained, and blood was splattered on the walls, the floors, and on the large tables used by the Sages to discuss matters--even now that table was divided into two, and the stench of decay filled the air.
"That's how they fight, dull, stupid, but endless."
Although the bishop can connect with subordinates through spiritual connections, Pamon believes more about what he sees with his eyes than what he reports below.
Generally speaking, when a gene stealer sect develops in the early stage, there is usually only one sect leader who serves as the assistant of the clan leader. As the sect rises and spreads, new infection sites are developed. The sect will differentiate into different tribes according to different infected groups, so a new bishop will be born.
The leaders of the same sect often fantasize about being competitors of their peers, believing that the father of genes only favors one of them as a high-level prophet, and they try to surpass each other through infamous subversive behavior. Of course, this is just a carefully prepared overture, because the differences and grievances between the leaders were immediately put aside at the beginning of the great uprising, and any illusion of independence would disappear, and everyone worked together to work to fulfill the wishes of the patriarch.
Bamon is the bishop of the tribe of the city. His followers are basically from infected mechanical urban residents - technology slaves at the bottom, low-level technology apprentices, or a huge human group serving the sages, but their characteristics are that they are accustomed to urban life and have a better understanding of technology.
This also makes them relatively despise tribes that are dominated by miners and slave labor.
When deciding on the uprising, Bamon was a more determined opposition, because he knew better than other bishops that the mechanical slave owners had relatively powerful power and control. At this time, the sect was not enough to overturn them quickly. Once they recovered, the sect had to face their fierce and continuous counterattack. Even if they could be temporarily stalemate, the lower classes didn't know, and they didn't know that? This world is just the tiniest part of a decadent and huge slave empire. The mechanical slave owners could summon their allies among the stars, and the sect could not summon anything. The patriarch also admitted that the sing of the Angels was still very far away from here.
But there is no way, the will of the patriarch is everything, but Bamon has always felt that their great kind father seemed to be...
What are you afraid of?
Are they from the metal undead underground?
Perhaps they are indeed terrifying, but Bamon felt that it would be even more terrifying to expose the sect to the mechanical slave owners in advance, because it means that they can no longer hide and accumulate strength.
Watching the red-robed escorts in the picture charge one after another in the dense firepower, heavy armed servants and various vehicles constantly explode in the traps and firepower nets deployed by the defenders, Pamon's face looked even more shady and sunny, with the light of the soul shining in his red pupils.
At this time, the flag-protecting acolyte standing beside him looked at the scenes and made a low laugh. The strange and weird mixed-blooded face seemed to feel joy. The thin purple lips twisted to reveal their sharp teeth. Its twisted claws and third hand seemed to be inspired by the owner and trembled with excitement.
"My Lord, these mechanical slaves are just bleeding in vain. No matter how much they come, they will never be able to break our impure defense."
“I had hoped so too…but the reality is complicated.”
The bishop sighed pessimisticly.
"The enemy is dying, and our tribesmen are dying. Even the exchange ratio of 10:1 is still something we cannot afford, because the factories of mechanical slave owners can continuously create their soldiers and war machines, but we cannot, and we cannot accept such bloodshed. This is why we think we cannot revolt at the right time, at least not the time yet."
The thin head of the flag-guarding acolyte shaking, and since he served the bishop, the other party has always emphasized patience, which sounds like wisdom, a long-term plan for a chess player, but they think it is a great glory and liberation.
As if he noticed the acolyte's thoughts, the bishop murmured:
"They called me a coward, but I firmly believe that it is not the time yet, and the angels' singing is not close yet. I know that it is not the time yet. We must hide ourselves until that day comes... If this means that we are going to sacrifice ourselves in the persecution of slave owners, we must do so, and the Order must survive and pass the truth to another generation."
But the situation has already formed, and Bamon shook his head and removed those pessimistic thoughts.
Put your hand on the metalized face of a dead tech priest, holding his scepter in the other hand, continuing to stare at the battlefield situation everywhere.
"The enemy's offensive in the direction of the 11 engine assembly workshop is very fierce..."
As he said that, he picked up a communicator. It was very laborious to reach such a long distance for spiritual communication, so he would rather save some effort to use technology to contact his subordinates.
"Rogers."
"Dear Bishop, what instructions do you have?"
"Bring your jackal troops with you immediately to support the direction of the 11 engine assembly workshop, bring more anti-armored rockets, and the enemy's armor will be quite large."
"receive!"
He then connected to another leader's communication.
“Ler.”
"I'm here, bishop!"
"Take your people with you and go to the 19 Recycling Bin area to enhance your defense there. The enemy is very active in that area and may organize an attack and try to lure them into the minefield."
"Received! For the Emperor of Stars!"
"Remember, don't attack, just stick to it!"
"yes--"
Although the Mechanical Cult is under great pressure to attack, Bamon is quite at ease to deal with it. After all, they are very familiar with the terrain here. As long as the Red Temple is still there, the enemy's attack direction will be limited and their military strength advantage will be compressed.
But he didn't count how long he could hold on. The reinforcements from Jiaou City never came, although they always said they were on the way.
The patriarch's meaning is also very clear-
If you firmly hold on, there is a way!
Chapter completed!