Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

In the overlapping data streams, he found the beautiful electric figure. He had never seen the hazy light clearly. The face in the data shadow came out with unclear mumbling, as if he had said all the dozens of words he wanted to say in the same second, piled up and difficult to understand.

But Mannheim knew his machine soul. In the long battle and companionship, he knew everything about it. The machine soul was sobbing in a low voice, begging the orcs not to hurt itself again.

"Stand up, good girl." Mannheim didn't know why he had a clear gender identification for his machine soul that he had never seen clearly, and even gave up the sacred title commonly used in the order. He thought his brain must have gradually cooked in the flushing of the data stream, resulting in his current cognitive disorder.

The machine soul muttered again, but this time it was full of pleading and doubts. It thought it couldn't stand up, and it felt that it couldn't do this in such pain.

"Stand up, good girl, just like before." Mannheim's gentle electric voice sounded, comforting the restless machine soul, "You won't be alone, I will accompany you, I will watch you here."

The machine soul's mumbling disappeared, and Mannheim's consciousness floating in the sea of ​​data felt the machine soul's gaze on him. "Okay."

The clear words came into Mannheim's consciousness. This was the first time he could clearly hear the machine soul's words to him. Unlike the previous pure tone speculation and analysis of chaotic mumbling, this conversation was full of firm and helpless confirmation emotions.

The upper body tilted downward, and the Emperor-class Titan that was about to fall slowly raised its body. After dropping more parts and making more creaking sounds, the Titan regained its balance. It took heavy and slow steps and slowly moved forward towards the direction of the orc's Gu Juji.

Several rounds of shells hit the Titan that lost the protection of the void shield. The suppressed pain of the machine soul was heard by Mannheim. He had no choice but to encourage the machine soul to move forward again and again. "Come on, girl, we are almost there. Just hold on for a while, we are going to walk the last section."

The orc's Leo Ku was extremely nervous when he saw the Emperor-class Titan in action, loading the cannon at a high speed. That cool thing with spires could blow up many of their Leo Ku and Gangart. They didn't want to be the next guy whose head was smashed by the shrimp's cannon. They hadn't had enough fun in this big Waaagh, how could they die so easily?

Ancient Giant

After several rounds of tentative attacks, the orcs were stopped by their big master, "Stop shooting, you blind bastards! Can't you see that the cool thing won't fire anymore!"

"Yeah, I haven't heard the cool thing of the shrimps for a long time."

"Yeah, it's true."

"So what should we do now?"

The big master commanded the orcs, "We should use the big hook to tie this shrimp thing tightly, then pull it down, and punch it in the face, this cool thing will be dizzy and will only listen to us!"

"That's right! That's right! That's right!"

"Cunning and insidious, I like it!"

With a new direction, the orcs replaced the shells, stuffed hooks and claws of various sizes and styles into them, and drove the only two remaining Ancient Giants towards the staggering Emperor Titan.

"They are coming."

"Don't be afraid, good girl, I'm here, I'm still here." Mannheim comforted the machine soul, feeling that his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred. He realized that this was a sign that the highly toxic sedative was about to lose its effect and the toxins in it were about to explode.

Gu Juji moved to 50 kilometers away from the Emperor Titan and shot out all his loaded claws. The claws with tough and rough cables pierced into the damaged armor of the Titan, hooking the cables and structures. The Emperor Titan stopped staggering under the constraints of these vicious weapons.

Mannheim once again felt the painful and chaotic muttering of the machine soul. He knew that their last moment was coming. He mobilized the permission to write into the built-in plug-in of his brain and whispered to the machine soul an irresistible request.

"Please. Die."

The machine soul struggled. It didn't want to die like this, but the pain from the body still made it unbearable.

"Please die, I will accompany you. I'm here watching you all the time, good girl."

The machine soul stopped struggling and seemed to have given up. In silence and repression, the core reactor's meltdown program was activated, and the broadcasting system installed in the entire radio body began to tell the final wail, like a funeral music played by a trumpet. In Mannheim's erratic consciousness, he could hear the humming sound of the core reactor accelerating.

"The last loyalty will begin in ten seconds."

"Ten."

"Nine."

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The tens of thousands of slaves and mechanical priests who were fixed at their posts to control the core reactor were killed by the high-energy particle turbulence caused by the reactor overload caused by the previous fierce battle. These tiny and deadly particles successfully penetrated these loyal anti-radiation shells, overloading and shattering their delicate components.

The God Machine Reactor Maintenance Priest, Unit 0037, luckily survived the particle impact. The Machine Priests and slave workers around him lost their command and stopped moving in mid-air, like a grand sculpture exhibition. It will be the same. All the killed priests and slave workers are maintaining their maintenance actions in life, with different and coordinated forms.

++Reconnect to the system and detect remaining work units++

++Connected to the system successfully, scanning++

++Remaining divine machine reactor maintenance priest units: 141 Remaining divine machine reactor maintenance slave labor units: 0++

++0037 Unit applies to readjust reactor parameters++

++0018 unit response++

++1134 unit response++

++9983 unit response++

The few hundred remaining maintenance priests rebuilt a consciousness communication network and connected to the reactor's data stream.

++The existing work efficiency is estimated to be 5% and the reactor re-maintenance ceremony is not enough to complete++

++.++

A long suffocating silence emerged in the improvised network. Unit 0037 and the remaining priests were no longer enough to maintain the reactor's return to stable operation.

But at this moment, the reactor was restarted, and a wonderful electromagnetic wave unique to the Titan's machine soul rekindled the heart of the god.

It's a machine spirit! It is an indomitable soul!

Unit 0037 felt that his hot oil was boiling, but his instrument gauge still showed that the temperature of his engine oil and lubricating oil remained at the normal temperature for the most efficient operation. This kind of emotional fluctuation that only weak meatbags can have appeared in the data processing templates of all the surviving priests present.

++Reactor status detection. The output energy ratio is 18.997%++

++Reactor stability test.100.00000000000%!!!! Praise the sacred machine soul! Praise Omnisiah! ! ! ++

The modified fanatic detection data of Unit 9912 was transmitted to the data processing center of each unit, which caused them to express endless praise for the machine soul and devout worship of the miracle of the God of Machines.

++The machine soul wants to gain the final glory! ! ! ! We will not let it be put to shame! ! ! For the holy machine soul! ! ! For Omnisiah! ! ! The overload protocol is applied and the voltage limit is lifted! ! ! ++

++Overload protocol passed application! ! ! Voltage limit lifted! ! ! ++

Almost at the same time, all units relaxed the current input and input more surging current into the body. This severe overload method violates the prohibitions of the Titan Mechanicus, but they don't care about this. They only hope to use their humble bodies to fulfill the last wish of the holy machine soul, as always.