There is no doubt that the lighting of the hyperspace beacon is like the sudden appearance of a faintly shining lighthouse in the darkness.
It dispersed the independent worlds and even universes isolated by the dark void, allowing countless geniuses who were bound in their own world to find a bridge to communicate with the outside world.
Especially a large amount of incomplete knowledge thrown out as bait is like throwing a huge stone into a pool of stagnant water.
The ripples alone have begun to have various immeasurable impacts on the world that receives the information.
At this moment, in a universe where humans have established a huge galactic interstellar empire, on a small colonial planet in a remote area, a priest of the Mechanicum is standing on a huge aircraft without any cockpit.
In front of the super mecha, he loudly sang praises to the God of All Machines, his tone full of excitement, fanaticism and unconcealable ecstasy.
Although he still retains the most important brain tissue as an intelligent life, the rest of his body has basically been replaced by various mechanical structures.
The body is basically a metal skeleton set up on various life support systems. Both hands have become mechanical arms, and there are a large number of mechanical tentacle-like things surrounding the body. The entire brain tissue is placed in a sealed and
In an extremely strong container, the so-called face is just a steel mask plus a large number of high-precision electronic cameras that can be flexibly moved.
The lower body is not legs and feet, but a metal jointed limb similar to an insect.
The head, which was originally located at the highest point of the body, has also been replaced by a device that glows with energy. It seems to be the energy source that powers this mechanical body.
Below the device is a thick neck-like structure, and the front is connected to something like a head, where the brain and mechanical face are installed.
On one of the robotic arms of this mechanical priest, there is an astonishingly powerful hand-held energy cannon installed, which can easily physically supersede any enemy who dares to appear in front of him.
The other hand is holding a cold weapon like an axe.
It's just that the ax head is made into the shape of a gear, and half of a human skull is transformed into a mechanical pattern. There is also a switch on the long pole, which can instantly turn this thing into a handle that can cut through power mechas.
Melee weapons for the interstellar age.
Judging from the degree of transformation, this is undoubtedly a very high-level mechanical priest.
Because in the Cult of Mechanicus, everyone is proud of completely transforming themselves into machines, so whether they are high or not depends on the degree to which they transform themselves.
The person in front of me is definitely the most devout and fanatical believer.
"Immortal God of Machinery!
Please listen to the prayers of believers!
We are not only your children, but also devout people on the road to machinery.
Thank you for your generous gift of knowledge, which brings me great satisfaction and joy.
In the name of the God of All Machines, I swear that I will carry forward these great technologies and make continuous progress so that my humble self can be worthy of your glory.
May the cold and hard steel protect all humans in the stars and sea.
May the warp-distorting hunger never reach us and consume us..."
Accompanied by absurd and weird chants, the mechanical priest pressed the button with a mixture of religious and scientific symbols next to it.
moment!
The big clock made of countless gears above his head began to chime, and then he pulled another lever next to it, and the piston and pump were activated instantly.
When the huge bell began to ring for the second time, the mechanical priest pressed another start button. The huge mechanical armor engine in front of him began to roar, fuel was continuously injected into it, and the two eyes on his head began to flash.
Dazzling glare.
When the bell struck the third time, all the engineers and workers involved in the project raised their hands in the air and chanted in unison: "Praise the God of all machines! Praise Omnisiah!"
It has to be said that the confusing behavior of these people simply goes beyond abstract concepts, making people don't know how to complain. It is similar to some countries asking clergy to consecrate various weapons before they are delivered to the troops for use.
But none of the people participating in the ceremony had a playful smile. Instead, each one was more serious than the other. The faith and determination revealed in their eyes were simply more terrifying than the brainwashing cult.
Finally, the huge machine was finally fully awakened, lowered its head and asked the group of crazy guys in front of it: "Did you create me?"
"No! It was the omnipotent and immortal God of Machinery who created you with the help of my hands! And you will prove to the entire universe the existence of the great God of Machinery!" the Mechanicus Priest responded loudly, opening his arms.
"God of Machinery?"
This super-large mechanical body that was created was obviously very unfamiliar with this term, and a puzzled expression appeared on its face, which was composed of several mechanical modules.
There is no doubt that he is a very rare super-large robot with extremely high intelligence and independent thinking in the human empire in this universe.
The technology used to manufacture it is derived from the incomplete knowledge sent out during the test of the hyperspace beacon tower, combined with the technology possessed by this universe.
As for whether it should be regarded as artificial intelligence or real mechanical life, it is unknown.
After all, there is not only technology here, but also a place called subspace, and "psykers" who can use the special energy in this space. To put it bluntly, they are equivalent to a group of alternative spellcasters.
However, the spellcasting environment faced by these spellcasters is extremely dangerous. If they are not careful, they may be killed and devoured by evil gods and demons in the subspace.
What is even more serious is that it is corrupted, eventually creating a horrific disaster that affects several planets or even a large star field, leading to the death of tens of billions of people.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Just when the Mechanic Priest was about to send this big killer that he had built himself to the battlefield to deal with the invading damn bugs, a burst of heavy footsteps suddenly came from a distance.
Come.
After about a few minutes, several extremely tall and strong warriors wearing sturdy powered mechas walked out of the darkness.
The leading commander asked in a very serious tone: "Priest, I think you'd better explain what exactly this is? And where did you get the knowledge to make it! Because there are psychics who sensed that
Abnormal energy fluctuations suddenly appeared here. According to her experience, it is most likely a signal from subspace."
"No! This has nothing to do with subspace! It is a gift given to us by the Almighty Machine God! It will help us defeat those damn bugs!"
The priest sounded excited, waving a mechanical arm and roaring.
From his excited attitude, it is easy to see how angry he is at being regarded as a target influenced and corrupted by the evil god of warp.
"Sorry, what you said about this is irrelevant. Although I don't want to arrest a highly respected mechanical priest who can continuously provide maintenance and logistics supplies at this time, but due to the current bad situation, we must not let the rear
Any more problems."
After saying this, the strong Astartes commander motioned to the warriors behind him to step forward and control the priest.
After all, nothing is trivial when it comes to psychic energy and the subspace.
What's more, the more war times are like this, the easier it is for human emotions to fluctuate violently.
And this kind of emotional fluctuation is simply the most delicious food for the evil gods and demons of subspace.
This is why no matter how greedy, corrupt, cruel, and extravagant the rulers of the planets in the human empire are, their loyalty to the emperor is unquestionable at critical moments.
Because only human emperors who are strong enough to fight against the evil gods of subspace can truly protect their souls.
But the Mechanicus Priest obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with what he was doing. He raised the energy cannon in his hand like crazy and roared: "Get away! Don't come close to me! I am the one blessed by the Almighty Mechanicus! I was chosen by him.
The savior! Only I can build more perfect war machines that do not require pilots to control, and can I agree to this war with the Tyranids."
"Put down your weapons, priest. Your spirit has begun to become extremely unstable. This is a sign of being corrupted by the evil god of subspace."
A very slender-looking woman came out from behind, with a strong warning in her tone.
While she was speaking, several other Astartes warriors raised their weapons and aimed at the Mechanic-Priest and the huge war machine that had been activated.
This tense atmosphere obviously frightened the engineers and workers, and they began to retreat and evacuate the place where fighting could break out at any time.
After all, they are made of flesh and blood and do not have the protection of powered mechas. Once they are hit by a bullet, it may be a luxury to even preserve a slightly intact body.
Fortunately, both parties ignored the meaning of these ordinary people and just stared at each other nervously.
After a full minute, the mechanical priest's originally fervent eyes gradually cooled down, and reason once again began to gain the upper hand.
After taking a brief look at the experienced elite teams around him, he slowly put down the energy cannon in his hand and cursed in an indignant tone: "A bunch of brainless idiots! If this planet
If it falls, it is all your responsibility."
"Please don't worry, priest. If this planet falls, then my brothers and I will be more than happy to die for the Emperor and the Empire."
The Astartes commander unceremoniously stepped forward and disarmed the opponent, and then signaled his men to escort the priest to the prison and lock him up first.
After the Mechanic Priest was forcibly taken away, he raised his head and stared at the huge and obviously intelligent robot and tried: "Big guy, your creator has been taken away, aren't you going to do something to save him?"
?"
"No, that is not in line with my core program. Because the purpose of my creation is to help mankind defeat all enemies that invade this planet, so the meaning of my existence is to protect mankind, not to kill you."
The giant robot gave the answer without thinking.
"Protect humanity?"
The Astartes Commander was obviously surprised by this.
Because in his opinion, since this war machine was most likely created under the influence of the evil god of subspace, it must be evil, chaotic and hostile to humans.
To be continued...