"The slaves of the mechanical slave master are charging towards death."
Bamon, one of the three archbishops of the Black Limb Order, sat on the metal throne that was originally reserved for mechanical sages. Surrounded by the heads of arrogant sages and their mechanical scepters, many
Screens surrounded the throne, huge cables coiled around the throne like pythons, and dozens of speakers played squeaky communications.
This grand hall seemed a bit messy at this time. The original huge statue of the sages had been removed, the tapestries were burned, the murals were scratched and defaced, and blood was spattered on the walls and floor, as well as on the walls where the sages used to discuss matters.
On the big table - even now the table was split into two, and the stench of decay filled the air.
"This is the way they fight, dull, stupid, but endless."
Although the bishop can communicate with his subordinates through spiritual connections, Bamon believes what he sees with his own eyes rather than what is reported below.
Generally speaking, in the early development of a Genestealer sect, there is usually only one leader who serves as the patriarch's assistant. As the sect rises and spreads, new infection sites are developed, and the sect will differentiate into different groups according to different infected groups.
tribe, and a new bishop will be born.
Leaders who belong to different branches of the same sect often fantasize that they are competitors in the same field, believing that the father of genes only favors one of them as a high-level prophet. They try to surpass each other through infamous subversive behavior. Of course, this is just a carefully prepared prelude, because the leader
Differences and grudges were immediately put aside at the beginning of the Great Revolt, any illusion of independence disappeared, and everyone worked together to fulfill the wishes of the patriarch.
Bamon is the bishop of the urban tribe. His followers are basically from the infected mechanical urban residents-low-level technological slaves, low-level technological apprentices, or the huge group of mortals who serve the sages, but their
The characteristics are that they are accustomed to urban life and understand technology better.
This also makes them relatively contemptuous of those tribes that mainly work as miners and slave laborers.
When deciding on the uprising, Bamon was a relatively resolute opponent, because he understood better than other bishops that the mechanical slave owners also had relatively strong power and control. At this time, the religious order was simply not enough to overthrow them quickly, and once
After giving them a chance to catch their breath, the cult will have to face their ferocious and continuous counterattack. Even if they can maintain a temporary stalemate for a while, the bottom layer doesn’t know it, and don’t they, the higher-ups, know it? This world is just a decadent and huge slave empire.
To a small extent, the mechanical slavers can summon their allies in the stars, but the cult cannot summon anything. The patriarch also admits that the Song of Angels is still very far away from here——
But there is no way, the will of the patriarch is everything, but Bamon always has a feeling that their great and loving father seems to be...
What to fear?
Are they from those metal undead underground?
Maybe, they are indeed terrifying, but Bamon feels that it would be even more terrifying to expose the Order to the eyes of the mechanical slave masters in advance, because this means that they can no longer hide or accumulate strength.
Watching the red-robed skitarii charging forward one after another amidst intensive firepower, with heavily armed servitors and various vehicles exploding in the traps and firepower nets deployed by the defenders, Bamon's face became even more...
He looked uncertain, with the light of his soul shining in his red pupils.
At this time, the flag-protecting acolyte standing beside him looked at those pictures and let out a low laugh. The strange and grotesque mixed-race face seemed to feel joy, and the thin purple lips twisted to reveal sharp canine teeth.
The sharp claws and the 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 many they come, they will never be able to break through our impregnable defenses."
"I had hoped so...but the reality is complicated."
The bishop sighed pessimistically.
"The enemy is dying, and our people are also dying. Even an exchange ratio of 10:1 is still unaffordable for us, because the factories of those mechanical slave owners can continue to manufacture their soldiers and war machines, but we cannot
, we cannot accept such bloodshed, which is why we think we cannot revolt at the appropriate time, at least not yet."
The flag-guarding acolyte's skinny head shook. Ever since he served the bishop, the other party had been emphasizing patience. This sounded like wisdom, a long-term plan of a chess player, but they thought it was a great glory and liberation.
As if aware of the acolyte's thoughts, the bishop murmured:
"They called me a coward, but I firmly believe that it is not the time yet. The singing of the angels is not close yet. I know that it is not the time yet. We must hide ourselves until that day comes... If this means
As we sacrifice ourselves to the persecution of the slave masters, this must be done, and the Order must survive and pass on the truth to another generation."
But the situation has been formed. Bamon shook his head and got rid of those pessimistic thoughts.
He put his hand on the metal face of a dead technical priest, held his scepter in his other hand, and continued to stare at the battlefield conditions everywhere.
"The enemy's offensive in the direction of Engine Assembly Shop 11 is very fierce..."
As he said that, he picked up a communicator. It took a lot of effort to communicate spiritually over such a long distance, so he would rather save his energy and use technology to communicate with his subordinates.
"Rogers."
"Dear Bishop, what are your instructions?"
"Take your Jackal troops and go immediately to support the direction of the 11th engine assembly shop. Bring more anti-armor rockets. The enemy has a lot of armor."
"receive!"
Then he connected to another leader's communication.
"Ler."
"I'm here, Bishop!"
"Take your people and go to Recycle Bin area 19 to strengthen the defense there. The enemy has very frequent activities in that area. It is very likely that they will organize an attack and try to lure them to the minefield."
"Roger that! For the Emperor of the Stars!"
"Remember, don't attack, just stick to it!"
"yes--"
Although the offensive pressure of the Mechanicus is great, Bamon can handle it with ease. After all, they are familiar with the terrain here, and as long as the Red Temple is still there, the enemy's attack direction will be restricted, and their strength advantage will be eliminated.
compression.
But he didn't know how long he could hold on. The reinforcements from Scorch Oven City never came, although they always said they were on the way.
The patriarch’s meaning is also very clear——
If you hold on firmly, there will be a solution!
Ah, holding on firmly is easy to say, but it is not the case in practice.