Soshyan took a closer look and found that it was actually the technical priest of the orbital station. The man was obviously frightened by the cruel battlefield, especially after seeing the dead Space Marines on the ground.
The official empire has always promoted that the Astartes are immortal angels. Loken has also accepted this kind of propaganda since he was a child, so when he saw the tragic situation of these angels bleeding on the ground, you can imagine the impact on his heart.
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Other warriors also noticed the sudden appearance of the Mechanicus priest, but they did not pay too much attention because they were busy dealing with the wounded and recovering the equipment of the dead.
"Priest Lorcan?"
Seeing the other party standing there blankly, Soshiyang shouted again, this time louder than before, and the other party immediately came back to his senses with a startle.
"Hug, sorry!"
Loken bent down and said in a sincere tone:
"Is there something I can help you with?"
Soshyan looked at him doubtfully. It was obviously the other party who appeared on his own initiative, but it seemed as if he had summoned him himself.
"I need your help to get the supplies and equipment that our battle group originally ordered."
"Oh, this way! This way!"
Loken nodded quickly, and then led Soshiyang to the centralized warehouse not far from the star port. This is the main place for storing supplies in the orbital station. It is made of solid fine gold. Without Loken's authority, even with a battleship
The main artillery fire may not be able to blast away.
"It's...here!"
There were five warehouses in total, and the technical priest stopped in front of the third door.
Then he opened the console on the side, inserted the mechanical appendage into it, and entered his security code and biometric identification code.
After the input was completed, the ten-meter-high and five-meter-thick fine gold door slowly opened with a harsh friction sound, just like the door of a giant god in mythology.
As the gate slid to both sides of the track, a massive amount of steam gushes out from the gap and submerged Soshyan and Loken's figures.
"It's right inside."
Loken coughed twice, shook his red robe, and stepped forward, with Soshyan following closely behind.
As soon as they entered the warehouse, all the lighting equipment turned on immediately. It uses independent power supply and is therefore not affected by the central power system.
Soshyan was immediately shocked by the scene inside.
This is a space the same size as the Starfire hangar. The first thing that catches the eye is the densely arranged monomolecular chain swords, power swords, power axes, jump shields and other melee equipment on the hanging display racks on both sides of the wall. At a glance,
Hundreds in the past.
In the middle of the wall are giant containers stacked up, each one as tall as a Leman Russ tank.
Soshyan walked to a container, and Loken immediately opened the door. However, because he was not strong enough, he already had to use his strength just to open the door lock.
The space warrior beside him didn't say much, just reached out and gently opened the door.
The small lighting equipment inside also lights up in an instant,,.
What came into view were neatly arranged bolt rifles, bolt pistols, and heavy bolt guns hanging on the bulkhead of the container, with sealed ammunition boxes below.
Soshyan used a dagger to open an ammunition box, which contained piles of explosive bombs. The brass-colored bullet cases still smelled of grease, and they were obviously produced not long ago.
Not only these, the entire warehouse is filled with the smell of incense and holy oil, and it doesn't seem like a place that has been closed and no one cares about it.
"I will check the equipment regularly."
Loken told the truth.
"Make sure they are ready for use."
Soshyan took off his helmet, nodded towards the other party, and said gently:
"You paid attention, Padre Lorcan."
"It's just a small thing, it's just a small thing. My instructor often says that we must strive for excellence and don't be too troublesome."
"Your mentor..."
Soshyan recalled the name that Brother Said mentioned to himself.
"...Is it Master Espied?"
What he was talking about was none other than the master of the furnace of Ma'kande No. 2, Bishop Espied.
"Yes."
Loken nodded, his expression a little unnatural, and Soshiyang caught it immediately.
"What happened?"
"The mentor...has returned to the embrace of Omnisiah."
"That's right."
Soshiyang nodded thoughtfully. He also knew that there was no harmony within the Mechanicus. Although they always emphasized that they were machines, the desires and flaws of mortals did not disappear in them, and sometimes they became stronger.
Jealousy and hatred have never really disappeared in their cold mechanical logic, which is indeed ironic sometimes when you think about it.
But Soshiyang could only ask. It was impossible for outsiders to interfere with the internal affairs of the Mechanicus, not to mention that they were just a war group on the verge of destruction.
This time the Chaos Space Marines were able to almost succeed, and they all used tricks to exploit a small loophole. Otherwise, even a complete Chaos warband would not be easy to attack a forge world.
"It's such a shame. I originally wanted to thank him for his long-term support to our Chapter."
"that……"
Loken hesitated for a while, then whispered:
"The mentor did not die of natural causes..."
Soshyan turned his head and looked at the young face under the opponent's cloak. As a mechanical cultist, Loken did have a little more "meat" on his body. There were almost no traces of transformation on his face. He looked more like a state cultist.
Fr.
Being stared at by Soshyan was also a bit hairy. Loken shook his shoulders and took a step back.
"Sir, I, I don't mean anything else."
"Since you are Master Espied's disciple, then I will tell you the truth."
Soshyan sighed and said in a deep voice:
"The reason why we came to pick up the goods ourselves this time is because our chapter has just experienced a tragic battle. From the previous chapter leader on down, all 771 battle monks in the entire regiment were killed, leaving only more than thirty recruits. I just
Taking over the warband lasts only a Terran standard week."
"Well……"
Loken was dumbfounded, and his three views were shattered. In his opinion, the battle that broke out among the more than 20 space warriors on the orbital station was already at the level of gods.
What kind of horror would it look like in a war that could kill more than 700 Space Marines in one battle?
The Omnissiah's hymn floated in his mind, and he could even see his mentor's face full of wrinkles and mechanical attachments smiling at him...
"...Our monastery fortress was handed over to other battle groups, and now we can only use a strike cruiser as a base. This batch of supplies is very important to us, so we can only pick it up in person."
After Soshyan finished speaking, he found that the other person seemed to be sleepwalking, and then touched his shoulder with his hand.
"Priest Lorcan?"
"Did you not wash it...ah! Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't ask, I shouldn't ask."
After being startled, Loken quickly nodded and bowed towards Soshyan, making the Space Marine frown for a moment.
Most of the mechanical cultists he met were very rigid, just like real machines, but also very rigorous.
But the Mechanicus priest in front of him seemed a little out of line. If he hadn't been able to open the warehouse, Soshyan would have even doubted whether it was a guard pretending to be one.
"I almost forgot about business, here is the supply list."
After Loken woke up, he groped around for a while, finally found a data tablet and handed it to Soshyan.
"Fifty-six chainswords, eighty power swords, twenty power axes, four pairs of power fists, one hundred and twenty jump shields, one hundred and forty bolters, two hundred bolt pistols
Sixty, thirty heavy bolters, ten plasma pistols, forty armor-piercing rocket launchers, armor-piercing hand
thunder……"
Looking at this long list of supplies, Soshyan had to praise the former Mechanical Bishop for his generosity. There were not only weapons, but also a large number of power armor repair parts, holy oil, spare servers, etc.
No wonder we need such a large warehouse.
After reading the list, Soshyan turned his attention to Loken.
"Our battleship will sail into the star port later. Now please arrange for a group of personnel to transfer the materials in the warehouse to the loading and unloading dock of the star port."